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Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

I figuratively heard my pride as a gay man who loves sex being crushed into tiny little pieces. Gunner was right that I knew and heard about men experimenting with sex with gay men. I heard about them countless times, telling people that they just do it with gay men out of curiosity, excitement, and the sex. But again, knowing about it doesn’t make the pain and the anger less.

“I don’t do kisses. But if you'd serve up that ass, of course I’d grace it with my cock.” “I hear big black cocks are in demand.” “That’s right,” he stopped at my front door as we tried not to laugh. We both had the same thought. Axel would be scandalized to see this. He hated the gay jokes, so it became a sport Sean and I perfected much to his annoyance. I unlocked my front door, and as soon as I stepped in, I knew someone had been here. Sean saw it too, because he whistled behind me. I took quick strides towards the stairs, past the Persian rugs where I had sunk in Olivia’s warmth two nights ago, and hurried up to my study.

The screen flashed for a brief second before the bold, robotic response generated line by line across my display: AI Assistant Response: I cannot provide instructions on how to change a person's sexual orientation or how to engage in non-consensual sexual encounters. If someone identifies as gay, their orientation is a fundamental aspect of their identity, and attempts to alter or negotiate their attractions are generally ineffective and disrespectful of their boundaries. If you'd like advice on navigating complex relationships, open communication, or understanding sexual orientation, I am happy to help with those topics instead!*

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy

A robust man leaned on the sofa, half naked, while two ladies pleasured him with their touches. Some ladies gave men blow jobs on the seattes. They glanced at Brittany as she walked in, their tongues gliding and bobbing up and down the man's cock. Brittany's brows creased. What on earth is going on? She's only been to a club, not once but twice and that was when she was in high school. Never had she seen anything like this before. Was this the kind of club her uncle ran??? The realization hit her like a jolt of electricity.

And now that Saint has sparked that bisexual curiosity again, I need sex with a man. Do I know anything about having sex with a man? No. Nothing more than what p**n shows me, which is just a dick inside a hole. Other than that, I don't know. I have no idea how the dynamics are, if one of them has to take the female role or if that just defeats the whole purpose of gayhood. There's a lot to learn and a lot to experience and I want it. Now. With him. "I have an idea," I whisper on Sammy's ear a while later, when she's fully calmed down, "Let's pretend we're super scared."

“What’s gay supposed to look like?” My face burns. “I don’t know, man. I just meant… you seem really…” “Masculine?” He grins. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Newsflash: gay guys can be masculine too. I like hard cocks. I like fucking a hairy ass. Is that gay enough for you?” Jesus, this guy is direct. “Y-yeah, no, of course. Sorry.” The guy laughs, closes his locker, and then holds out his hand.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

“Gosh no, I didn’t want to cheat on my mate.” I nearly choked on my grape. “And how’s that working out for you?” I spluttered out when I’d finally swallowed the blasted thing. Casper threw his hands over his face when he realised what he’d said. “Sorry, but you know what I mean. Come on, you haven’t had sex for the same reason, right?” “Hell no!” I said, rather enjoying seeing him squirm. “I haven’t had sex because I’m gay, and incase you haven’t noticed, there aren’t exactly many gay werewolves around.”