Tag: Gay

Infiltrating The Manwhorehouse of Manchester Bay (Chapter 1: A Disconcerting Lack of Smut)

There’s a small town in New York state, called Manchester. And in that small town, there’s a quaint, tiny little neighborhood called Burmingham Square. Burmingham Square is a shopping hub, or what passes for one, in such a small town in the relative middle of nowhere. It’s a delightful little area, don’t get me wrong. I’m from New York City (I know, hold the applause), so I can really appreciate the sweet, quiet little town where everyone knows each other.

That is, aside from the Manwhores. Bare with me.

I’m John, and I’m lucky enough to be a cop in this sleepy, easygoing little town. I transferred here a few years ago, after a small gang of non descript mental patients found it appropriate to ambush a random cop (that would be me), and beat me about the body with crowbars. As my bones knitted over the following months, I had plenty of time to think. And so it is that I found myself patrolling the not so mean streets of Manchester, on a drizzly, cool night. It was two AM, far too late for anyone to be walking the streets, even in the relatively busy area of Burmingham Square, but I was on the clock, and I enjoyed the solitude. Read more »

The [M]ilf across the street made her [F]antasy a reality

It was my dad’s birthday about a month ago and I went around to his place for dinner that weekend. I moved out only last year so it was the first time back at my childhood home in like 6 months. I got there in the early afternoon to hang with my brother and have a drink or too before dinner. As I pulled up to the house I saw the family across the street leaving to go out. I didn’t really know them well but would always wave or say hi when we crossed paths. They were usually a family that would always be together but this time I noticed that the husband wasn’t around, just the wife and her 3 kids. Unusually, the wife came over to chat and I told her about where I had moved to amongst other things. Seeing as her husband wasn’t around I asked what he’s up to and she informed me that they actually divorced last year. I offered my condolences but she said it was for the best as they were drifting apart even before they moved here. They pretty much stayed together this long just for the kids. Eventually she had to leave so we said goodbye and went our separate ways. Read more »

How things escalate [F] [FM]

A couple of years ago my English gf and I split up so that she could move to Canada on a research fellowship. It was super hard because we were so into each other still. We were fucking whenever we could and sexting all the time but trying to be mature about it knowing it was ending.

One night she sent me a picture of herself shot looking down over her tits with her legs up and open and her hand between them clearly playing with her pussy. For some reason I replied “perfect but open the curtains to that window in the background”. She said “but the neighbors will see and anyone could walk past my window to the front door”. So I said “but who cares? You leave in two weeks”. Then the next thing I got was almost the exact same picture but with the curtains wide open. I asked her to come like that and she replied that she just did already and that she loved knowing she might be seen.For the next few nights she did the same thing, fucking herself in front of the open window, sometimes on all fours, sometimes on her back, hoping that someone would see. Read more »

Immortal Love, Chapters 15-18 [magical realism] [one women, four men] [oral, anal, lesbian, gay, vaginal, “Mommy”] [no incest] [all characters 18+]

# Just here for the sexy bits? Chapter 17

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**Writer’s Note:**

Hey,

These chapters are mostly for story building, but there’s a bit of sexiness sprinkled throughout.

If you’re just interested in the sex, I suggest chapters 19-21. I’ll post them shortly.

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# Chapter 15

*Madison*

It isn’t terrible here. I don’t think the pill I took is going to kill me, and Marco leaves me alone. I’ve also learned more about the palace. The room code essentially manages privacy. Rooms with voyeur holes have decorative gold doorknobs. Rooms without voyeur holes — often called “private” rooms — have smooth black doorknobs. I’m still learning how to navigate through the voyeur cubby halls. All of the bedrooms are so big, they have double doors. If the doors are closed, no one can come in. If the doors are slightly ajar, people can ask to come in. If the doors are wide open, anyone can come in. The system allows for a lot of variations. For example, if you stay in a voyeur bedroom with the door closed, people can watch, but no one can disturb you. If you stay in a private room, but leave the doors wide open, anyone can come in and do what they want. They can watch in the room or participate. Or do both. I haven’t seen anyone leave the doors wide open. Read more »

How the cheerleader turned the hot gay jock straight [MF] [Seduction] [Forced Kiss]

This story is using an existing fandom and characters. The TV show I based it on is “Glee”.

Tina and Blaine were sitting down, on her sofa, watching an episode of “Friends”, when she turned to him, and said.

“Blaine… There’s something I’ve gotta tell you”. She looked very willing to say what she had in mind, so he nodded, and let her continue.

“Since we met, I’ve wanted you. Not in a romantical, hopelessly in love way, but in a “i-wanna-fuck-you-so-bad” way. You look so fucking amazing. And I haven’t had sex in such a long time. I need you Blaine, I want you.” She said, getting closer and closer to him, running her hand up his thigh. He was wearing a black short-sleeved button up shirt, with a red bowtie, just like during his performance of “it’s not unusual”. He had black tight jeans on, and nice shoes.

“Tina, we’ve talked about this.” He says. “First off, I’m ga-“. Tina cut him off putting her finger on his lips. Read more »

An Unexpected Ganbang [MM] [Gay] [NC]

Joey was his name, or at least the name he gave me. We rushed over to his apartment eager to begin exploring each other’s bodies. He had picked me up at the only gay bar in this small town. Usually, I have to content myself with whomever is left at closing time (the older and larger men), though I never minded. Being one of the “left-overs” at the end of the night actually took away a lot of the anxiety for me.

This time, however, I got the pick of the litter: a tall, muscular, young black man with a handsome face and a brilliant smile. He had commanded the attention of the room, but I’m the one he was taking home. Little did I know at the time that I was the unluckiest person in that room.

He brought me to his nearby apartment. It was a tiny studio which was essentially a bedroom that someone had put a kitchenette in. Without exchanging words, we started shedding our clothes. His body was everything I could have imagined or wished for: bulging pecs, rippling abs, and a cock that could have had its own zip code. Read more »

An Ozarks Thanksgiving Miracle (NF, MM, 1st, Oral, Anal)

I met Brett my first year of college when we were both placed on a recruiting team that would travel each weekend to different locations throughout the midwest and mid-Atlantic regions. My first impression of him was that he was certainly easy on the eyes and had a pleasing personality to match. Since our recruiting team was musical, I discovered that he had a great tenor voice that paired nicely with my own baritone. During our rehearsals, I gleaned much information about him — information that I hoped would be useful in the future that school year. He was as straight as an arrow, and I was a closeted gay who passed for straight. Read more »

[MF] The Seedy World of Peep Shows, and Me

Months after my [first strip club experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9zd55d/mfstripclubvirgin_an_ode_to_the_first_lapdance/), I was happy, horny, and full of no saving grace. The experience was visceral and the feeling of contact between another human being was something I longed to experience. Those were the first boobs in my post-pubescence to frame my vision, but they would not be the last, and I needed to see something beyond.

The thrill and excitement to explore the seedy side of history and human sexuality took hold of me. Curiosity grabbed my hand, and led me to a past of flappers, floozies, and the tease of breaking prude laws of an Al Capone era style, prohibition tale. I came across in my studies of something naughty, the era of the peepshow. It was a remnant of a darker time in history, where streetwalkers roamed the streets, hustlers and pimps paraded up and down a neon 42nd Street getting their scores. In billboards gone, the words “live nude girls” and “xxx” and “adult theatre” in pulsing neon tubes would flash back and forth, with a the shape of a tantalizing woman, who would kick her legs up and bring them down again. Read more »

So I was commissioned for a strange erotica.

I have never written an erotica before and I was given a particularly hard (no pun intended) scenario. This is a gay erotica between a feminine kobold and a centaur. If that isn’t your kink, that’s fine. It’s not mine either. Still, I want to do a good job and so I’d like to share my first draft.

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“Another drink, barkeep!” A deep voice rung across the rowdy bar. “Something that can actually get a man drunk this time!”

“Maybe you ask for a lighter drink, Phil, since, you know… You’re half a man.” Another patron joked.

“Hmph,” the tipsy man grumbled.

Saying that he was half a man, wasn’t far from the truth because this man was a centaur, a mythical combination of horse and man. With all the stamina of a steed and rowdiness you’d expected from a half drunken man.

“You sure know how to tease a man, Rudy.” The centaur snorted giving his friend the side eye. Rudy was a druid: intricate tattoos, fully intwine with nature, a bundle of magical energy, an insane knowledge of the arcane arts. A perfect example of what a druid should be. But more than that, he was an overall great guy. Charming, thoughtful, kind to everyone, even a centaur. Maybe that’s why Phil couldn’t help but fall in love with him. Read more »

The Time A MILF Teacher Seduced Me As A Gay Teenage Boy [MF] [Seduction]

So, I was on my late teens (18 year old), and I had a teacher that every boy in the class wanted to sleep with. She had already seduced some of them, and had been onto me ever since. She was mildly tall, brunette, busty and very curvy. She used to wear really tight dresses. Her name was Sasha, and she was on her late 40s.

One day, I was in the men’s restroom, washing my face. I’m tall, brunette, hazel eyes, very fit and masculine. My name is Alec. Suddenly, I heard steps behind me. It sounded like high heels, which was weird, because… well, it was the male’s restroom. I turn around, making my lower back touch the sink. I see Sasha coming in, wearing a red tight dress and 5cm high heels.

“Hello there, Alec.” She said really seductively. I simply answered with a “Hi”, as I dried my hands and started to leave. She put her soft hands on my chest, and told me:

“Wait a minute pretty boy… Why don’t we talk for a bit?”.

“I’m actually late to a class, so no thanks” I told her as evasive as possible. Read more »