Short Gay Guys Novels & Stories

"Bet you could have blow jobs on tap if you went on Grindr." "That's a bit shitty isn't it?" He laughed. "I mean, it's an app for gay men." "It's a hookup app." I corrected him. "Trust me, 'straight guy looking for cócksucker' might work in your favour." "Would you suck a straight guy?" "Dude." I laughed. "I must have sucked a hundred straight guys." "They can't have been that straight." "Getting your dîck sucked is getting your dîck sucked." I shrugged.

“He’s been changing with us, bro. We’ve been in the same locker room. Same trips. What if he’s been having… You know… fantasies or something?” I rubbed my forehead. “I don’t think that’s how it works.” Jason paused. “How do you know?” he asked slowly. “You gay or something?” My body went rigid. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped instantly. “Why would you even say that?” He laughed nervously. “Relax, bro. I’m just saying.” “I’ve heard about it,” I said quickly, forcing steadiness into my voice. “That’s why I’ve been keeping my distance lately. I don’t want to look like I’m judging, but yeah… It’s just weird.”

"So fucking deep. You are hitting my prostate every time. Do not stop. Fill me up with that big dick. Breed my ass." Ethan straddled Mark lap facing him and slid down onto his cock while Tyler kept riding. The chair creaked under their combined weight. Mark growled dirty words nonstop. "Look at you two sharing my fat cock. Such greedy little office sluts. Your tight holes feel so fucking good squeezing me. Tell me how much you love getting fucked." "I love it," Tyler panted. "Your cock is stretching me so wide. Fuck me harder. Ruin my hole." "Me too," Ethan moaned. "I cannot believe I am doing this but I do not want to stop. Fuck my married ass."

I added, trying to sound casual. I didn’t care… or at least I told myself I didn’t. But the shameless part of me — the one currently throbbing between my thighs — needed to know. Maybe those older guys with money and power could be exactly what my greedy holes were begging for. “They’re mostly older, like in their forties and up,” Lissa said, checking her phone. “Usually come with their side pieces or whoever they’re fucking at the moment. Why are you even asking?” Before I could answer, her phone buzzed. Her face dropped instantly.

“Come again?” These are not juveniles. They’re three young men. And I know that they’re from Austin’s pack. Which is why I’m even more infuriated. “We just want to know what you’re like between the sheets,” the one in the middle winks at me. “Yeah,” his companion snorts. “We heard you spread ‘em for anybody. So, I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting on your knees right now and blowing me.” The third one laughs, and when I don’t respond, the middle one makes a surprised face. “Oh, is fifty too much for you? We don’t know your normal rates, you see.”

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.

“That is fine. So I was talking to my online boy friend about gay men and he was like that they have money and would do anything for younger men who would submit to them.” We grabbed out food trays and headed to our seats and started munching. “hmm, so what are you saying or where are you headed at?” “I am saying that someone that is way sent you a friend request right? We can use it to our advantage by playing into his fantasies.” “That just might work and I need money now because of the community college I want to enroll in.” “Exactly my point. So you can message him.” “But you know I find gay shit weird.” “This is just role play. You do not need to be gay to play with gay men just let the

I wonder how gay people make love, never have I ever been attracted to any man other than Ethan. I instantly g****e 'How do gay people make out?' I see pictures, videos, and GIFs of men kissing, groping, and grinding nakedly. Oh god. I click on one of the links, the site is full of gay p**n with weird titles; Shakespeare in lust. Once upon a time in cock-tale. Tales of the dark hole. Star Trek: The next penetration. I cringe as I read their titles, but I scroll down anyway. Curiosity takes me to the amateur category.

I asked, grinning at him. “No, I mean..yes. He is super hot. Although, I am not sure he would be your type anyway. He can be a bit impressive in the sense that he looks cold, but he is very strict. Just don't mess with him, all things considered, don't mess with anyone and especially not Grayson's friends.” “Okay ooo. So we have four childhood friends who are all homos and play kinky?” I asked. “Kind of, at different levels. They all have their specific kinks.”

They walked into the room laughing, one of them tall with a beard, the other stockier, both already starting to strip off their shirts to reveal toned chests, their eyes locking onto me with raw hunger. “Fuck, she’s even hotter up close like this,” the bearded one said, his voice rough as he dropped his pants, freeing a long, veined cock that was already rock hard, pointing right at me. The other one nodded, circling around me slowly, his thicker dick bobbing with each step as he took in the view. Mr. Gayson stood back against the wall, arms crossed again, taking charge like he owned the place. “She’s all yours to use, boys, but you follow my lead on this.