Playboy Stories Novels & Stories

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

“Don’t you know how fast he’s changing women?! He’s been bringing different women to events and he has different women in clubs!” “Ugh! I can’t believe my idol’s boss is such a playboy! It’s a good thing they’re gentlemen, else there are dating scandals left and right!” “But, Leila, believe me. He’s the worst!” “Even though he’s the best friend of our brother-in-law, he’s not trustworthy.”

Jack nodded in understanding. "I... Was a playboy". Daniel started with a deep sigh. "There was no one in the university, spared from me. I was a Bi. Interested in both girls and boys. In school, in our neighborhood. One night stands. I would never remember their names or even faces. My friends, or I should better say my enemies, they had their eyes and ears all over the places. New transfer. New admissions. Best in any faculty. It was all fun for me. But yes I never imposed myself on anyone. It’s another issue that I never needed to.

“That’s it… eat each other’s pussies. Fuck, I’m so hard watching my stepsister and stepmom like this.” Sarah lifted her head long enough to gasp, “Come closer, Jake. Stroke that big cock for us.” He did, moving right beside the couch. I could see his heavy balls swinging as he jerked himself, precum dripping. The sight made me lick Sarah even harder. We shifted slightly, still in 69 but now rubbing our pussies together too. Sarah pressed her soaked cunt directly against mine—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We tribbed hard, grinding in messy circles, our juices mixing as our pussies kissed and slid together. The friction on my clit was intense, building fast.

His three other friends sighed at him. Among them, the top notched playboy is Atty. Paolo; he has three or more girlfriends. He has different girls per day. He said, it is like a menu, he just needs to pick his choice to be his meal for the day. The second-in-line branded playboy of course is Atty. Garette; the one who prided himself on not having s*x twice with the same woman. His principle actually is “Never lose a case and never bed a woman twice.” Until today, Atty. Garette could still say so, that he never bedded a woman twice. In the coming days, however, Atty. Garette is not sure anymore and that man-made waterfall was his first witness.

Not even close. Honestly, this story is insane in the best way. It's not just "hot," it's intense, psychological, a little dangerous, and very addictive. The kind of story that makes you pause and go, "Wait... would I have said yes too?" And the craziest part? I kind of understand why she did. Okay, I need a second after that one. Chloe flips the page "Let's see what the next story has..." _____ Episode 13 – The Gentleman Thief

"Even though I didn't even do anything illegal. This time." "Get caught with the wrong heiress?" Declan quips. Reed shoots him a glare, which is a little surprising, coming from him. Usually, Reed takes our jokes about his playboy lifestyle in stride, waving them away or even playing along. This is a change of pace for him. And speaking of changes of pace... I click the vibrator remote again. When I bought it, it claimed to have over a hundred different settings, and I aim to use every single one of them.

Nevertheless, he gave into her joke, laughing with a shake of his head. "Believe it or not. I've only had 2 girlfriends." He answered, thinking back to the memory of the first not to serious one that had only lasted a week. He couldn't even let his thoughts trail to the second- to Avalon- in the fear it would bring him under again. "But all the girls that-" Lexi began, but he knew what she was going to say and he couldn't bear to hear it. "Most rumours and some just casual hook ups." He interrupted, cursing when the hardness showed in his tone; the hardness at wanting to change how he was seen. He could tell Lexi sensed it, so her turned away and lay down, putting both his arms behind his h

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

What with having been married to a dinosaur for so long! The centrefold was a blond, beach-bum type, with a come-hither expression and a body to die for. Josie ran the pad of her thumb over his taut stomach and up over the prominent pectorals. Dipping down to the groin, she dragged her nails over the cock and balls. Shame he was not erect. It seemed stupid that all naked men in women’s magazines were obliged to sport flaccid cocks. It wasn’t exactly the greatest turn-on.