Young Gay Stories Novels & Stories

It was another p**n magazine. “Look at the new one I got yesterday, she said. Scooting over to me. She sat close to me, making sure we were touching each other. She opened the magazine and laid it on her lap as she began to flip through a few pages. It was a new lesbian p**n. “So, you like girls on girls” she asked, staring at me. Yeah, I just realized I like girls when I went to college, so tell me how many ladies have you slept with, she asked.

"I can't stop thinking about what happened." "I'm gay," Tad announced as he folded another shirt. "And I'm going to come out." Mark gasped. "Dude, you can't do that to me! The guys on the team will give us so much shit!" Tad looked at him. "I'm not outing you, but I'm not gonna keep pretending. If you don't want to have a gay friend, then you're welcome to end things." Mark got up and paced around the room. "You don't understand. I've never been able to get off with a girl before. I lied about Rachel. She dumped me because nothing ever worked!"

This story is based on a close friend's recollection of her relationship with an older gentleman when she was young. It begins when she is a young soldier stationed in Germany in the 1970's and befriends an older German gentleman. This is a series that takes the reader through her sexual and fetish awakening... Young girl learns from a much older gentleman. Enjoy.. *****

She’d tried to convince me to take a ride on the gay train, but I’d turned her down easily by pretending I thought she was joking. “Just make sure to carry your pepper spray and some condoms your purse and have fun, girl. We’re young; we don’t need to tie ourselves down to this monogamy bullshit! Live a little!” she’d said in her high-pitched voice. Naomi was never the faithful type. I laughed to myself. I took a long shower and hurried to bed. I needed tomorrow to come much faster. When I crawled into bed beneath the covers, it was only just 9 o’clock.

“But there are two more waiting for you there.” My legs were shaky as he helped me stand. Cum ran down my thighs in thick streams with every step. I could barely walk, but I followed him down the hall, already excited for more. My pussy and ass throbbed, leaking the whole way. This was only the beginning, and I was already addicted. When we got to the door of my room, he opened it. Two more huge naked men were inside, cocks already hard and ready. One was even bigger than the last guy, and the other had a cock that curved down like it was made to hit my g-spot perfectly.

Monday arrived. Debra did not leave the city. Steven cancelled his afternoon office hours. They spent the day in his apartment—the same one she once imagined while listening to him lecture. The final barriers fell. They confronted the reality of a future that included the age gap, the past, and the department that still employed him. The resolution was both emotional and explicitly physical: they claimed each other without apology, and the story ended with the clear decision that this was not a reunion fling.

“Good. Now turn around.” Shakily, Bryan did as ordered and tensed up when something hard began to poke him in his orifice. With a rough thrust into the boy, Leo broke his sphincter and began to fuck the weeping boy against the wall. “Please, sir,” begged Bryan, “I'm not gay. I'm not gay.” He would always regret this day. Why hadn't he just wait for the next day for his phone? Now he was in trouble because of it. Leo chuckled at those words from Bryan. “Not gay but I see you checking out Ronan all the time.”

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

My name is Isaac Young, I am Grey’s great uncle, his father was my cousin, the only male cousin I have. When we were young, since our age is just about the same, we used to go well together. We hang out, we play and even spend most of our young years together. He was like the brother and best friend to me when we were younger, but after we grew up, that relationship we had with each other gradually faded.

The flirting. I am gay, incredibly gay that I make Barney straight. And living with a 6’2 foot of pure, pulsing beautifully sculpted man that god took his time making just infuriated the gay out of me given that he’s totally my type—physically anyways, the man is a pig.