Reluctant Forced Gay Experience!

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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?

Claiming the Virgin!

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When Lila, a young farm girl, wakes up one morning, she expects the biggest problem of her day to be arguing with her mother about chores.

She never would have expected to find her village's fields on fire.

Raiders have come to the small community, and while she knows this is terrible news, the inexperienced virgin has no idea what it truly means to be claimed by such brutish men.

Even worse, it seems the chief has the honor of deflowering the young maiden. Will he be gentle in teaching Lila the wonders of her own body, and can she resist the temptations of such a dominant man, an expert at making her crave things she never imagined?

This 7100 word story is full of themes such as first time sex, reluctant sex, and sexual domination.

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Excerpt:

“You've never even kissed a man, have you?” His words were not mocking, but they still made me feel shame.

“N-no, I mean, not until... now.” My cheeks were hotter than the sun, red as apples. Being inexperienced, something about it embarrassed me.

Huron smiled, cupping my face and brushing his nose over mine. “Here, I'll show you. Relax, and just follow me.” Before I could argue, if I even planned to argue, the raider pulled me in for more. This time, he was firmer, more insistent, his lips hungry as he explored my mouth. His tongue teased mine, making me shiver. I tried following his lead, experimenting with my own; the sound he made when I licked inside was like a rumbling groan.

His embrace was solid, guiding us down carefully until we were lying on the piles of luxurious furs. I felt enveloped, sinking onto the softness, his body pressed on top of me as the kiss continued. For a moment, I forgot where I was, what situation I was in, and simply allowed my body to thrill with the budding excitement and nerves of such a passionate experience.

We broke free, my lungs sucking in fresh air, wondering how long we had been locked. His blue eyes watched me, propped up on his elbows and his hands burying in my thick hair. I was sure he could hear my heart.

“Did you like that?” His tone was so low, so throaty.

“Yes,” I heard myself hush out, before I had even considered the thing I was admitting. It's true, though, that was just like in a fairy tale. My cheeks were flushed, my lips plump and slightly parted as I breathed. Huron stroked the length of my neck, lifting goosebumps as he continued down to the top of one of my pert breasts. We both could tell how hard my pink nubs were, tenting against my thin shift.

“Lay back, I'll show you more.”