Young Gay Stories Novels & Stories

As soon as the bell rings I leap out of my desk and leave before the next class. My name is Jojo, and recently, I unlocked my Kink for men older than me at 23. This ywar would be my last year at home. Mum and Dad had a fight, and he pushed us out, so Mum had nowhere to stay than her elder brother's house. Uncle Kilton was single at 53, I remembered I was in High school when his wife died with pregnancy.

She screamed, turning to look at my friends as they surrounded us, clearly mesmerized by the sight in front of them. A few minutes later,I was spewing my cum into her asshole and all over her boobs. “It's fucking hot.” Mason whispered. “Do you think we could join in next time?” Tyler asked and surprisingly, Cynthia bit her bottom lip and locked gazes with me, sealing our adventure.

“Lucy, look at all the hot guys. It’s paradise.” Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Is this your usual scene?” Ruffa chuckled. “Not really. We dragged you here, remember? I figured a full-blown gay bar might be too much for your first night out with us.” “Oh,” Rhea said, slightly embarrassed. “Right.” Lucas said nothing, sipping his drink slowly as his gaze moved across the room, only half-listening to the chatter. Rhea sat back beside him, her arms loosely crossed, watching as Ruffa flipped his hair dramatically and pointed out strangers like they were auction items.

Whattt? You are a pretty ass bad bitch! Are you sure ayo would be able to keep his hands to himself? Use a condom sha.🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️😑 I am not ready to be a godmother. Bel. godmother kor.🙄🙄 Me nko?🙄🙄 You wan dey whine cultist?😕😗😒 Amara don't use condom o. It's more enjoyable without a condom.🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

They started competing right there, throwing dumb jokes and teasing at me like I was the prize. Rowan told some filthy story about a girl from last summer that had me choking on my drink because of how detailed he got about her moaning his name while he fucked her from behind. Ryker topped it with one about sneaking into the locker room after practice and getting his dick sucked by two cheerleaders at once. “Swear to God,” Ryker said, eyes locked on mine. “One on her knees, the other licking my balls while I face-fucked the first.

“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 ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

“Details, Layla. I need actual details. Was it good? Was he good? Did he make you finish more than once?” “More than once,” I answered, laughing under my breath. “A lot more than once. He went down on me for what felt like forever, then bent me over the bed and fucked me until I could barely stand. This morning I woke him up with my mouth and then rode him until we both came again. I can still feel him.” Maya let out a delighted scream and clapped her hands. “I’m so fucking happy for you. You deserve this after everything with Liam. So what now? Are you two just casually destroying each other or is this becoming something?”

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.

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.