B-gay 소설 & 이야기

“I didn't know you saw me." “We're sorry if we shocked or disgusted you. It's just that by the time we realized you were there, we couldn't seem to stop." Beck said. “Disgust me? My God, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the two of you. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen." She turned back to Hayden. "They're gay, did you know?” Hayden smiled and placed a kiss on the palm of her hand. "Yes, love, but more like Bi."

Stressing the gay.Dante's eyebrows raise at Barbara's words, he is shocked, this isn't the first nor the second time, she is using those words on him. He suddenly moved closer to her, used his big hand to squeeze her chin, and squinted fiercely at her."What did you say?"Barbara felt, the tension, and then she realized that she had used the wrong words, she was so direct, but then, she had called him gay before now, and he hadn't seen that reaction from him. "Nothing, I was just kidding." Her sincere defense had failed, because Dante was not moving his gaze from her. "Who told you that?"His voice became colder, yet his fingers became tight on her chin, it's firm and she beginning to feel the

he blurted. The words registered, but the implications behind his statement were difficult to grasp. “You’re… what?” “Gay. Homosexual.” She blinked and shook her head slightly. “You’re… what?” she repeated. “I like guys, okay?” He glanced over his shoulder. “I’m g*y. Is it that hard for you to understand?”

I arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his outburst. “Love? Listen here, Sergio. Men like me are built to handle strong-willed, hot-headed women. And Tessa is way out of your league.” I paused, my gaze hardening. “Besides, I did my research and found out you were gay, so stop pretending and wipe those treacherous tears of your face.” I could see the look of surprise on his face, his eyes flashing indignantly. “I’m not—I’m not gay, Don Pedro. I’m bisexual. That’s different.”

I looked up at all four men, my body covered in their cum, and whispered with a hoarse, broken voice… “Dare me again.”

"You have to pretend to be a girl. That means you're Aliyah tonight. Can you do that?" Abiagan nodded his head fast, his curly white hair bouncing. "Yes, yes! I remember. I'm Aliyah, and you are my boyfriend that is taking me out." Jamie felt his cheeks get hot. "Right, right. And remember, don't talk too much. Let me do most of the talking." Before they got to the bar, Jamie stopped walking. He pulled Abiagan behind a dark building where no one could see them. From his backpack, he took out some clothes and a wig with long, dark hair. They had packed it before coming out, to prevent unnecessary questioning.

he smiled as he look down to meet the child's gaze. “Its Ivis, princess” he gave him a wicked smile. Yenn sighed, no matter how bad the kid look like in his eyes, he just felt that it was way too cute to see him try acting like a bad guy. “I’m a guy, okay. You'd rather call me brother than 'princess'. It sounds weird” he pursed his lips, he really hated the thought of being called a girl much more so a princess. He's a guy for Christ' sake what kind of guy would want to be called princess? Gays maybe. He thought to himself trying not to think much about the issue. Yeah, he has issue about being gay now, it had been on his mind for almost two weeks! Thinking, maybe he attract gays like that M

"I'm gay but not I am single" My blood is starting to run cold and my eyes widen because has Ash already figured it out? The secret only my family know about and maybe thought that I was interested in him? But maybe this school don't have anything against homosexuals? I mean the most popular guy in the school, (I can't get his name right), is bisexual and being gay is not that different right? Right? But Clare and Sammy just start laughing. Sammy explains:

He felt better afterwards, a little less like punching someone. On the bus stop sign, someone had written the words “die aids breedin faggets”. He turned away, bothered, and fiddled with his notebook, the end of the scarlet twine like a cut in his palm. He couldn’t imagine why someone would choose to be homosexual—didn’t they know what they were condemning themselves to? He’d read that one out of every ten men was or had the possibility of being gay. If that were true, then the graffiti might be directed at someone he went to school with.

"Do you think I like staying away from you? Do you think it’s easy for me to watch you smile at someone else? To see another man touch you, make you laugh, stand beside you where I used to be?" He thumped his chest with his fist, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway. "It fucking hurts, Rhea." His breathing was ragged now. He looked at her, eyes filled not with desire, but with heartbreak. "I know I can’t love you like that. You know I can’t. I’m gay, Rhea. And you’ve always known that."