Short Gay Novels & Stories

is this gay teasing me? "Sister, just ask for money to buy food." I called you Sister and then you call me Sister too? It's just like him, isn't it? "Ah, all right, I'll give it to you, but I only have 100 money." "That's okay." Oh yeah? He's older than me, so he's going to use po? Hey!

I spread my legs provocatively, sensually. Gabe opened the front door. “Next week is my birthday.” “Damn! You’ll be 11 years older than me again. In the end, it’s good I married an old man, since I’ve got a few years less life expectancy—we’ll die around the same time.” “I’m not an old man,” he spelled out, furious. “My old man.” “I’m turning 31. That’s not old.” “Maybe not for someone closer to your age… but for me,” I teased, “at the ripe age of 20, it’s a big gap. I read somewhere that as men get older, they lose interest in sex. So I get your issue with not wanting to fuck.”

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.

really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it. There’s nothing wrong with a little self stimulation when you’re all alone and far away from your lover. And if you need help from someone with more experience, don’t feel shy to ask. I sure can give you a few pointers, if you ever feel the need for it. Oh, what did you say? You would love that? Oh, shit... you won’t believe how happy I am to hear that. I was kind of hoping to get a little more out of this exchange program... what, my husband? Oh, George won’t mind at all. He’s a free spirit like me; we don’t put any restrictions on each other. So whenever you need an

I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

John Mayo, a 22-year-old college student with short brown hair and a lean, athletic build, strolled into the bustling gay club, ‘The Rainbow Room.’ The pulsating music and the smell of sweat and cologne filled the air. He was new to the gay scene and eager to explore his sexuality. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a group of guys at the bar. One of them caught his eye, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and close-cropped hair. His name was Kai, and he was 23 years old. John had always watched him from afar in class, intrigued by his calm confidence.

My secretary straightened up in her seat and turned to Zeyo, then she looked at Samuel, who was now drinking. "Veteran? You're not gay, Zeyo?" "Eww, Samuel!" Nheya shouted loudly when the drink came out of Samuel's mouth. He coughed even more and was accompanied by laughter. Even I couldn't help but laugh after hearing, that Did she think Zeyo was gay? Zeyo is now staring at my secretary. I can still see the surprise on Secretary Gillian's face. Zeyo confronted Secretary Gillian even more. "You think I'm gay? Really?" He said it in disbelief.

“I don't fuck gentle, Ana.” I slip my fingers into his hair and pull. “Do I look like I–” He lifts me up and squeezes my butt hard as I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and grab his face, kissing him. I close my eyes as he kisses me back. Hard, sloppy, and slow, stealing my breath out of my lungs. I can feel him moving as he sucks my sense of thinking out through my lips, turning my brain mushy. I hear the door slamming open but he didn't stop. He continues to kiss me while fondling my ass, swallowing my moans and gasps.

Robert growled into my other ear as he added, "I think he'd look adorable dressed in some kind of catholic schoolboy uniform, customized with pants with a zipper in the rear for easy access to that tight little ass. Or maybe just a leather slave collar, so he knows his place." I felt a chill go up my spine as I heard them discussing all of this. They actually expected me to come back? Did they really think that they could force me to enjoy gay sex? All of this was just an example of a teenage boy getting horny at the drop of a hat, getting a little too comfortable hanging out with older guys who seemed cool, and being tricked into watching my first gay porno. I just had to will myself to sta