Teacher’s New Toy: Gay Erotic Fiction

I recently published a new stand-alone short story about a graduating high school senior and his hot English teacher. I’ll admit there’s some fanfic of my life going on, but I don’t think we need to get into details. It’s definitely a filthy ride, and probably more on the porn end of the spectrum than anything else. But if you like stories about guys who just beg to be fucked by older men, then it might be up your alley.

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“I just really want to be fucked,” I said. I blushed the second the words left my mouth, and I could see the change come over his face in an instant. He went from a patient teacher to something I couldn’t quite describe, except to say I felt small and vulnerable in a heartbeat.

I didn’t know anyone else at the time. I had three weeks before I graduated high school and he was the gayest man I knew. Hell, he was the only gay man I knew, and it didn’t matter that he taught my AP English class. Mr. R. as we all called him, was young, kind, and hot enough that the girls gossiped about him over lunch and the boys all followed him around hoping to one day be as cool.

But I knew he was gay, and I knew he would listen, and so what if he sometimes smiled at me in class and I smiled back? So what if he offered me rides on occasion and let me talk his ear off without ever saying a thing?

But that afternoon, sitting in the front seat of his car, my confession still hanging off my lips, everything changed. He pulled over the second I told him I thought I might be gay, and he listened as I told him about kissing a boy over the weekend and trying to wrap my mind around everything at the same time. He nodded and told me everything would be okay, and I mostly believed him.

I was working through everything at once, but at the time the physical was far easier for me to understand than the emotional side. Kissing the guy had been nice, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I had felt him grow hard through his jeans and I rubbed against him, my hand tracing his length through the tight fabric. And at that moment, my hand on someone else’s cock for the first time in my life, I knew I wanted someone inside me.

“Is that all?” he finally asked, looking at me in the passenger seat as the car instantly warmed to boiling. I nodded because I wasn’t sure what else to say. It felt like the biggest confession of my life, and Mr. R. was treating it like I told him I liked ice cream. As I tried to work it out, I looked back at him and realized in an instant that wasn’t what he meant. And the second I understand, everything else hit me at the same time. He wasn’t dismissive at all. He was asking me what else I wanted, and the truth was a lot more complicated. I had barely let myself fantasize about it, but I was instantly full of more ideas than my brain could handle.

“I had this girlfriend for a while,” I began, trying to explain myself, but still shaking and still confused. “And she liked it when I held her down. She loved it when I fucked her from behind with my arm around her neck as I called her filthy names.”

“And?” he asked, his seatbelt off as he listened. I looked down, almost as embarrassed as I was turned on. The truth may not set me free, but sometimes it makes me hard as a rock.

“I want to be used like that,” I finally said realizing it was true. “I want to be held down and fucked so hard that I lose my mind. Even when I was doing it to her, I knew it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to be on the other end of it. I wanted to be the one held down and fucked hard.”

“When do you graduate again?” he asked, a smile crossing his lips.

“Three weeks,” I said, wondering if he was going to say anything more. Wondering if he was going to do anything.

“That’s so fucking long,” he said, looking me up and down, this time with more clarity.

“I am eighteen, though,” I said, moving closer to him even as I felt my heart beat so fast I almost couldn’t breathe. He was a good teacher, and a decent guy and I wanted him so badly none of that mattered. At that moment, his job, his career, hell, even his guilt didn’t matter to me. I had waited so long in admitting what I wanted that waiting anymore felt impossible.

“Fuck,” was all he said, adjusting his cock through his jeans as I watched. He looked at me, and then back at the wheel. I inched closer to him on the bench seat, reaching out slowly with one hand. When I touched his shoulder, he turned and smiled, that feral look once again covering his face.

“I live a few blocks away,” he finally said, looking over his shoulder to the street behind us. It wasn’t busy, but cars drove by every few minutes, and we were not well hidden.

“Take me there,” I mumbled before I finally gave in downright begged. “Please?”

Fucked Up Erotica: Excerpt from the Yes Rule


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Here’s one of gayer scenes from The Yes Rule. Jane has decided that she wants to see her boyfriend get fucked, and she quickly finds two gentleman who are up for the task. She brings him to his parents bedroom, undresses him, and well, you know…

“Jack, take off you clothes,” she said. I didn’t pause. For my love, I would do anything, and hesitation wasn’t an option. She had been such a dream earlier in the day letting me fuck her mother’s mouth, and the last thing I wanted now was to fuck something up. I folded my clothes on the chair by the bed and stood there staring at the men, who were now grinning with a look that was more than friendly.

“Jack, why don’t you kneel and get these nice men hard so they can fuck you. Be a good boy.” The more she spoke the more confident she became, and I quickly knelt by the foot of the bed. She moved the men towards me, and seconds later I was looking up at two cocks twitching in front of my face. I reached up with two hands and took them both, squeezing with curiosity.

“Don’t play,” Jane said. “Suck.”

I opened my mouth on the bald one first, and he let out a moan as I felt him twitch in my hand. His cock was thick and salty, and he grew hard almost instantly. I wrapped my hand around the base and tried as best as I could to fit it all in my mouth. I gasped and choked, and the men laughed as they watched me struggling. I moved to the next one to find he was jerking himself off in quick motions. When I finally sucked him he got harder and bigger, until I found myself with a cock so large I wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“You don’t have to be gentle with him. This isn’t a fucking love fest. This little boy is here to suck cock and get fucked, do you understand?”

“You’re a mean little bitch,” the tall one said as he grabbed me by the hair and started to fuck my face. I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly, slamming his dick into my mouth.

“Thank you,” Jane said, standing on her tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek. “I try to be nice, but it’s hard sometimes. He really is a sweetheart you know. And he’s never so much as had a finger in his ass before tonight. I can’t wait!” She clapped her hands as tears started to pour from my eyes.

The bald one pulled me over to him and forced his cock back into my mouth. Both of the men were moaning now as I tried my best not to throw up. Jane leaned in next to me to get a closer look, and I could tell she longed to reach out and touch them as well.

“Christ, with that cock, I wish I was the one getting fucked in the ass tonight,” she said with a sigh. The tall man grinned and patted her on the head.

“Sorry kid, you’re not my type.”

“Couldn’t you just fake it for now? I mean, I’m sure my ass is just as tight as his.”

“I’d know, sweetie. I’d wake up tomorrow and wonder what I had done. I couldn’t live with myself.” He grinned at her, and it was all I could do to focus on the cock in my mouth.

“Okay, I think he’s ready, don’t you? I mean, look how hard he got just from sucking your dicks.”

“I think your boyfriend might be a little faggot after all,” the bearded man said, pulling me up by the hair and pushing me onto the bed. “Look at that dick all hard and throbbing. You like sucking our cocks, bitch?” he asked.

I nodded as I stared at them, and Jane was furious with glee. She jumped up and down and clapped her hands as one of the men rolled me over on the bed.

“On your knees,” she said, pushing me back towards them. I looked up into her eyes and they were glowing. I could see the men moving behind me, but I couldn’t tell at all what was happening. They talked quietly to themselves, and then suddenly there was a hand on my ass. A second later I felt something press into my me, and one of the men grunted as he pushed against me. At first it was just a slippery finger pushing into me, coating me with more lube than I had ever used for anything. And then it was something else.

“Fuck he’s tight,” he said, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t tell which one it was.

“Do, it,” Jane squealed. “Fucked his ass hard. Don’t be gentle with him. Fuck him now.”

And then suddenly pain shot through my body as a hard cock was rammed fully inside me all at once. There was no time to think as he started to move, thrusting in and out of me, and I bit my arm to keep from screaming. There was nothing gentle about how he fucked me, and the tears in my eyes now flowed easily. My cock twitched as he fucked, and in the middle of all the pain was something I had never felt before. From deep inside my body there was a sensation that was completely new and incredibly intense. My body was on fire, and the pain was real, but in the middle of it all were waves of pleasure like I had never felt…

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Bisexual Erotica: Caught in the Act!

Caught in the Act, Bisexual EroticaI haven’t written a lot of bi stories recently, so this was a fun return for me. This short story is pretty over the top and super hot. At least I think so, and if you like bisexual erotica, then hopefully you’ll like it too! Basically the narrator catches his girlfriend’s 18 year-old daughter making out her boyfriend and blackmails them both into sleeping with him. It’s an age old story, I know, but the things he does to that boy…

Here’s a short bit from it:

“Why don’t you both lie down first,” I said, making myself comfortable. “Just next to each other right there.”

They did as they were told, stretching out on the bed on their backs. His cock was limp, but even still it was impressive. Her pretty cunt was just a few feet away from me, and I had to stop myself from licking my lips.

“Why don’t you kiss each other for a while. Oh, and Jared, I want to watch you finger her.”

To his credit he didn’t pause. They rolled over on their sides, pulled each other close, and started to kiss while I watched. He parted her legs with one hand, and within seconds he had two fingers inside her as she moaned into their kiss. His cock twitched to life instantly, and I could smell her from where I was. She slid a leg up over him, giving me a perfect view of his fingers sliding in and out of her, and I couldn’t look away.

“Have you really never fucked her?” I asked him, as I got up and walked around the bed. I sat down right behind her, reaching down to touch her hair.

“No,” he said, leaning back and looking up at me. His hand didn’t stop moving, and Jenny was moaning quietly into the pillow.

“Well, I think we should change that, don’t you? It would be such a shame to waste that cock, wouldn’t it? And besides, I think I want to watch her get fucked.” I had thought about watching her for too long, and there was no way I could wait much longer. His cock was hard and thick, and I longed to see it replace his fingers inside her.

“Please don’t make us,” Jenny sobbed, rolling over and looking up at me. Her eyes were red, but this time she made no effort at all to cover herself. Without thought I reached down and brushed her lips and chin. Her skin was soft and warm, and I ran my hand down her neck and over her breasts before pausing on her stomach. She looked just like I imagined her mother did at eighteen and it was mesmerizing. Jenny didn’t turn away as I touched her, and I leaned in even closer as I started to move again. I touched the light hair above her cunt, running my fingers through it, before sliding my hand down to one thigh. With my other hand in her hair, I suddenly had her exactly how I wanted her. I closed both hands, pulled her head back and her thighs open, and suddenly her cunt was completely exposed.

“Fuck her now, Jared!” I demanded. “I want to see you fuck this little slut, and I want to see you fuck her hard…”

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The Complete Brorotica


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“Great Stories !!!! A+++++++++++ Love the straight men stories. The stories are well written. I have read them over and over and still love them. Great job!!!” – (five star Amazon review for Brorotica)

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Dudes, sometimes being super straight is a little gay.

And sometimes it’s like really gay. Like this book. Which is about bros, dudes, and dudebros getting it on with each other, for each other, and on top of each other.

The Complete Brorotica contains all of the stories in Brorotica, Chicks are for Fags, and Fifty Shades of Gay. They’ve all been published before, but now you can get them in one volume for totally less than buying them separately.

This contains the classic stories Bad Bromance, Bromancing the Stone, A Daddy for Daddy, and of course Fifty Shades of Gay (along with eleven others). If you like getting drunk, playing football, picking up girls, and getting it on with other dudes, then this is totally for you.

This book contains hot explicit sex between consenting dudes. It’s 35,000 words long. And just as thick.


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Brorotica Vol 3, Fifty Shades of Gay

Brorotica Vol. 3

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“If you read one parody of 50 Shades of Grey, then the middle “finger” of this handful of slick, smart, cheeky tales of the burgeoning “Bromance” subgenre of erotic writing should be that one.” — Five Star Amazon Review

More straight men and gay sex!

Fifty Shades of Gay is over the top outrageous, downright filthy, and insanely hot. From high school jocks to wall street dudes, these Bros know how to get what they want, even when they don’t know that they want it.

Occupy Bro street introduces Gavin, who having the worst sales record for the month, has to take one for the team. Or possibly from the team.

Bad Bromance is about a tutor and his football-playing-dude-bro-student who makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

And then there’s the title story. When young Anastas is picked up by the incredibly rich Mr. Gay, his inner Goddess gets something of a hard-on. He gasps, he swoons, and he gasps again. Hilarious and hot, it’s possibly closer to eighty or ninety shades of gay.

Browatch finds a frat party at a beach house, where two young surfers discover a secret that everyone else seems to already know.

And finally, Bromancing the Stone introduces two handsome men stuck on long train ride together. After a few glasses of scotch, and a mysterious stone with a mythic sexual past, they find good ways to pass the time.

The stories contain depictions of explicit sex between consenting adults.

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Brorotica part II, Chicks are for Fags

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Continuing in the tradition of Brorotica Vol 2, Chicks Are For Fags is a collection of five short stories about straight men having gay sex. The stories are hot, honest, dirty, sometimes funny, and always graphic.

In The English Teacher, a college sophomore re-connects with his old high school English teacher. They quickly find they have some unfinished business that involves helping the student out of his pesky little virginity.

In Chicks Are For Fags, two roommates argue about just how gay it is to hang out with girls all the time. “What are you going to do, get your nails done?” one screams. When they begin to question each other’s manhood, they get into an argument over who has better abs and a bigger…well, you know. As they yell at each other, they start stripping down to prove their worth until they come face to face with a shocking reality.

A Daddy for Daddy explores a straight Dom’s struggle to keep his “little girl” happy. When he confides in his friend Marco that he’s at a loss for what to do, he discovers that in order to learn how to be a truly great top, he may have to learn what it means to submit.

As the frat party winds down, two roommates end up listening to their neighbor getting it on. Frat Time is Bro Time follows them as their frustration peaks and they finally have to find release in each other’s arms. And legs. And mouths.

Old Friends is the story of two men who take a weekend away to help one of them cope with the ending of his marriage. While the hot tub and the blazing fire help them relax, it also brings back strong memories, old fears, and lost regrets. As James begins to break down and let out his pain and suffering, his best friend Ben helps him learn to feel wanted again. The only way he knows how.

All five stories contain explicit sex between consenting adults. The collection is about 13,000 words long.

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Brorotica (Part 1)

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Sometimes being super straight is a little gay. Brorotica is a collection of five short stories about straight men who find themselves drawn to each other in unexpected ways. The stories are short, hot, and explicit. In the story Brotastic a friend asks his buddy a simple question: what’s it like to be with a dude? Luckily it doesn’t take much for him to find out. In Branding 101 we follow a marketing director who is frustrated with his company’s inability to present themselves professionally. When he gets called into his bosses office for a scolding, he turns the tables around and shows him what it really takes to succeed. In Beer Pong, two young men find themselves in Hoboken with a couple of girls who know how to push their boundaries. As they try to impress their new friends, the boys get closer and closer until they pass everyone’s expectations. Football brings wto buddies together for some afternoon fun in the park. But when they head back home for some beers, it turns out that one of them has a bit of a crush on the other’s wife. To complicated matters, they throw on a porn movie and discover that jealousy and desire make good bedfellows. And finally, A Letter finds our narrator writing to an old friend about an afternoon they shared years ago. A hot shower, a cold rain, and unspoken desires lead to something neither of them can forget.

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