Nonconsent Gay Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

“Boss, is it still blazing?” “Scorching hot, Gabe,” I say fanning myself dramatically with an imaginary fan. “He made his bed, now he has to lie in it,” Gabe said, sitting back in the chair chuckling. “I concur, Gabe…” The public was brutal. So many citizens speaking out against sexual predators and underage sex. Is it considered consensual when the partner is not of age? The article took a very deep look into sex in Manhattan the hidden dirty secret of the rich.

“I didn’t know your angle. I hoped if you chose to stay, you’d understand our emphasis on trust and consent. It seems you have.” My confession had been an open wound, and his response was a gentle balm. “I feel guilty,” I admitted, the words barely a whisper. “Part of me thinks I should kill the story. Part of me thinks I could write a piece that educates, that shows consent and safe words and aftercare. But part of me fears that any article will expose people and make them targets.”

I'm so hard. Nobody will know if I watch gay porn. Nobody will know. I try to convince myself I will fucking know. Me. I'm not a fucking fa- I catch myself mid-thought. This is why Jay and Blake hate me now. Don't be a fucking bigot Louis, I tell myself. I look at the gay tab again and on an impulsive thought, click on it. The website loads to the gay content. My dick throbs in anticipation I scroll, looking at the thumbnails. A lot of it is the same as straight porn. Blowjobs... handjobs... fucking...

Ken said as if he was shaking and then I felt him squeeze my elbow and I moaned because of that. I'm just going to call you wifey and then I'm still holding back, you're really annoying Ken, no, you've really elbowed me. "Any mister there will not agree to ask for their wife's number, especially from a man we don't know well yet." What's up with you hubby? I think you're addicted! Are you sniffing now huh? "A-Ah, go ahead, it's okay if you can't." Ken started walking. I looked at Ken, Ken who is gay.

“You stop talking nonsense! I don’t have that interest!” “You talked nonsense first. You can’t blame me.” Conrad hung up and returned the smartwatch to Adrian. Adrian blinked, and asked, “What is being gay?”

Chest out, shoulders back, perfect posture, and smiling like we were in God damn Disney Land. Another rule of mine: never mix business with pleasure. My smile faultered as we talked cyber sex with a virtual reality company. A couple of douche bags that want to be able to pretend they are fucking the person they find hot, with or without consent. Obviously they were not part of my club. Consent was everything. Adam excused us and headed for the coffee bar looking as equally disgusted as I did. "Are those men part of your club?" "What?! God no!" I hope not. Now I'll have to double check. "Consent is everything. Those guys would disgust even the more taboo of my club members."

"I wanted to make an indirect statement worth considering. To be direct with you, I know of a mother who fell in love with her son knowing fully well he was her son. The son also knew she was his mother. They were both Mexicans. Popular in the past for their incestual act. Their faces looked innocent as they expressed their love for each other, kissing and fondling each other in public. People mocked them. Authorities questioned them and threatened to put them in jail. Yet, they still loved themselves. So, I asked some homosexual couples how they felt about the woman and her son's love. Over 80% said it was disgusting. What is disgusting about it? I pressed. 'It is disgusting,' they said. 'A

, I ask pulling myself away from her as she tries to sit back up. “How many girls have you had sex with?”, she asks and fuck. I have no clue. “I don’t know”, I say and she immediately asks me to tell her roughly. I tell her that I am not going to lie, it was more than I care to remember, some of them I can’t even remember having sex with, because I was either drunk or high and I would just use their bodies. But I tell Avery I am respectful and I would never take anything from anyone without their consent and she nods her head as she stands up and walks to the opposite side of me hugging her body.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac