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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Reluctant Forced Gay Experience!



James isn't gay, he really isn't.
So then, why is he dreaming about another man, and the way his cock twitches and flexes, begging to be tasted? What's making him crave the foreign sensation of another man's shaft in his mouth, even after he wakes up?

When he meets the stranger from his dreams, at a coffee shop of all places, he's stunned. Will things change, or will he give in to the frightening temptation, the dark promise of unique pleasures that have been tormenting him in his sleep?

5,900 words of first time gay, anal play, reluctant and forced gay transformation.

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Excerpt:

I told you,” I muttered, “I'm not gay.”
Nick smiled, a slow, thoughtful twist of his lips. “I don't know about that. Did you enjoy it, in your dreams?”
I... No. I mean, maybe. I don't know.” I thought I would have denied it more, but my mind flashed, remembering how good it had felt when Nick had gripped my cock. As if in sympathy, I felt my dick hardening, so quick and fierce it made me gasp. I wanted to run, to cover myself, to do anything to hide that rush of desire.
His gaze moved, looking straight at the bulge in my jeans. I didn't think I could be more humiliated, but then he spoke. “That's what I thought, James. How can you say you're not gay, when you're getting so excited, right here in front of me?”
I'm not, this isn't...”
Nick reached out, long fingers gripping my shoulders. I could smell him, the scent of vanilla and coffee so strong in my nose. “This isn't what? Real?” His laugh was soft, but cruel. “Oh, it's very real, this is no dream. You want to claim you're not into guys? Here, let's just test that theory out.”
His palm drifted low, brushing my chest and raising goosebumps. I should have struggled, but my mind and body were at war. The desire for this, what I had been craving... I had never wanted anything like this, so why had this been happening? Why was I dreaming about this man, who was finally, at this moment, touching my eager form?

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