True Gay Incest Stories Novels & Stories

My juices ran freely down my inner thighs in shiny trails, making my skin glisten under the harsh fluorescent lights. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting back the moans that kept trying to escape. Humiliation burned through me like fire. Here I was — an honor student, barely legal — getting finger-fucked by a disgusting old man old enough to be my grandfather on a public city bus. People stood inches away. A tired-looking Latina woman scrolled TikTok right in front of me. Two construction guys laughed loudly behind us. Nobody knew. He scissored his fingers inside me, stretching my tight walls open. Then he added a twisting motion, grinding his knuckles against my entrance while his t

I rested my back against the door and watched as horny teenagers fucked and ate each other's faces. “Gross,” A voice said from behind me, I turned around to see a blond guy with grey eyes, staring down at me. He was fucking tall, but not as tall as Ralph, his eyes pierced into my soul and I found it hard to look away. “Do you want to talk?” He said in a whisper, pointing towards a room door. Seems like he is gay, and he is my fucking type. “Yes, I would love that,” I chuckled, taking his hands into mine.

My eyes dropped to the empty space between the both of us on the king sized bed. “It was my father,” I whispered. “He hated my brother because he was gay, and he even disowned him too.” He let out a small gasp. “I couldn't be myself. I had to force myself to belive that I wasn't if not the same fate that befell him awaited me.” I fidgeted with my hands. “He said it was not normal for a man to have intercourse with another man unless he was sick in the head.” A lump quickly rose in my throat, but I pushed it down with saliva.

I stood there, my hand wrapped tightly around my cock, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The game had left me wired, my muscles aching with the kind of exhaustion that only comes from giving everything you’ve got on the field. But it wasn’t just the physical exertion that had me on edge. It was the secret I carried, the one I’d buried deep inside—the truth that I was gay. I’d kept it locked away, fearing what my teammates would think, and how they’d react. But in the solitude of the shower, I let myself feel, let myself touch, let myself imagine.

I didn't resist, not even one resistance came from me. “Nice cock for a rich boy. But I’m more interested in this.” He spun me around and spread my cheeks, thumb pressing against my virgin hole. I gasped. “I’ve never… I’m not gay,” I whispered, voice shaking. Vik laughed darkly. “Doesn’t matter. Your hole is twitching like it wants to be ruined.” He freed his grip from me and slowly walked over to the man and released him. The man gasped, wincing, obviously because his pleasure was cut short.

We were standing frozen, staring into each other’s eyes. It felt exactly like Friday night under the blanket. I had stayed perfectly still, letting him hold onto me. It was just us holding hands, and yet it felt so naughty. I’d known I was gay since freshman year, but I’d built a fortress around that secret, convinced Carter was the one thing I could never have. Now, the walls were cracking. “Boys! Get your idiot asses inside before you catch pneumonia!” his mom screamed from the front porch, grabbing our attention.

He had a million things to say. ‘I write erotica, Father. Filthy stories where men fuck boys raw. I touch myself thinking about it. I went to a gay club. I let a stranger—maybe your enemy—fuck me while I was half-conscious and feverish. I begged for it. I called out another man’s name while he came inside me. I’m not pure. I’ve never been pure. And I don’t want to be anymore.’ The words sat heavy on his tongue, burning hotter than the ice was cold. But when he opened his mouth, only fragments came out.

He instructed Twin B to go down on Twin A as he took Twin B from behind. “What’s the odds of this shit happening in real life? I mean their sisters for fuck sake. Incest,” said Grayson. “Oh, I can confirm it’s a legit thing. I know firsthand. Second year of culinary school I had a threesome. They weren’t identical twins, but they were fraternal. It was before I met Elle of course,” said Leo. Amber smacked his shoulder, “Leo what the fuck! You’re holding out on me! Why am I just hearing this story now?”

His eyes traced the used condoms on the floor, the used condoms that were used on him. Hayden's right hand made its way to his hair. His heart began to beat faster as he slowly tried to arrange his thoughts. He disliked gays ever since that incident, but how come he wasn't disgusted by Zenos's? Don't tell him that he wasn't straight from the beginning. No, he shook his head and cleaned his tears. Last night he still felt irritated by a man who was trying to seduce him, so how come? He soon stood up while ignoring his throbbing and painful behind, but it still hurt like hell. He could hardly walk. That man really ate him dry! He thought in anger.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”