Nonconsent Gay Stories Novels & Stories

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

I didn’t have to say shit before punching him square in the face. I was sure I’d broken his nose and with the way his eyes rolled into his head, I knew he’d be unconscious. The other one screamed something in a language I was sure wasn’t English as the first guy dropped to the floor. I walked toward him as he shielded his junk with one hand while placing the other in front of him. He was hard, and that was what gave it away. They were a gay couple and were playing with themselves but decided to add a third party to it. Not out of consent.

At first I was kinda trying to make him stop, but after a couple of minutes I just gave up & he end up sucking on me for the rest of the movie. So over the next couple of months, I ended up over at Greg's staying the night & he would give me head, with the third time I actually came. I didn't know what to think about it, but I told myself that I wasn't gay & I was still seeing girls the whole time. Then one night I end up over at Greg's after going out to the bars & that's when he flipped the situation on me. I was thinking he was just going to go down on me, but instead he ended up pulling out his dark black cock & then told me,

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"You were just kissing her right now. Do you want to say you will abstain if she throws wide her legs and invites you in?" Jayden could not answer my question but just stared at me like I had lost it and perhaps I had. That was what this damned girl l was doing to me. "That's what I thought", I continued, when my brother could only stare at me and not deny my accusation. "You can have her but I can't?" "This is supposed to be consensual", Jayden answered. "She is supposed to give her consent. You don't just force yourself on her. It is beastial".

Micah’s eyes shut tight. “You said I’d never get to touch you.” A kiss on his hipbone. “That you’d rather die.” “Maybe I still would,” Micah whispered. “But your cock’s hard again.” Roman gripped it suddenly, not tight, but firm. Micah gasped, half in shock, half in betrayal. He wasn’t ready. His body was. That was the problem. “That’s not consent,” Micah said. His voice cracked. Luca’s hand stilled.

It has been so long since I had sex that despite being so horny, I was still nevertheless afraid of what would happen. Sex with Maddox was different, he made me feel like some cheap whore whom he was doing a favour by making his cock grace the walls of my vagina. Even though he put me through so much pain, me made me feel like I deserved it. Almost like Kian could read my thoughts through my eyes, he said to me, "are you okay, Lessia?" Consent. It had been so long. I don't even think that I had ever been asked consent in all my life. And hearing him ask it from me felt like a breath of fresh air. I felt a tingle of happiness that flushed away the fear for a while.

she asked him. "Don't be ridiculous, gay werewolves are not supposed to exist not to even talk of having mates." Constanza sighed in exasperation. "I see you still have your internalized homophobia." she told him. "I don't have internalized homophobia." he defended himself. "So why doesn't your own twin brother know that you are gay?" she asked him. "Don't start Connie, I am too tired for all this. I just came by to tell you something." "What did you come to tell me?"

But all the peculiarities of my existence with Nick and our two worlds didn’t need to be at the forefront of my brain right now. He had one arm around my stomach and one about my back as I draped mine along his broad shoulders. I cozied up to him and whispered in his ear, “So that thing you did to me when we were under the covers isn’t illegal in your country?” He chuckled. So low and rich, I squirmed a little as sparks ignited against my clit. “If it’d been against the law previously, I would have catapulted a reversal to the top of my agenda and immediately exonerated anyone who’d been convicted of said crime. As long as consent was given, of course.”

Like the real werewolfy fuck. She also could tell it was consensual not rape, and not forceful either. “Who did you do it with… C’mon spill the beans? Was it special?” Now, they’re both very interested. Yea, they are that non-conventional family that can discuss the issue of sex like they are talking about a movie. “Oh… my… gaaaaad… Shut up!” Gabrielle face instantly turns from being irritated to an unexplainable excitement. “You did it, you little slut… now that you’re a woman, I’m no longer mad at you.” She scoffs.