Billy Budd Gay Novels & Stories

I uttered. “No, no. I don’t mean it like that.” Mary was quick to defend herself. “Ambrose’s famous for being the bully and the guy who loves to start a fight and all of that, you know. He’s tough and very masculine that I just didn’t think he’s gay.” “You know I’m quite shocked too when he admitted that he likes me. But I have to say just because he’s rough and ripped that he can’t be gay.” I trailed. “Yeah I guess you’re right.” Mary nodded agreeing on my statement. “I only know a few gays in my life. Jessie and some of our seniors before and they’re all flamboyant and effervescent.” Mary admitted and I immediately understood her view.

Billy said, his eyes glossy with unsplit fears. “I know you are,” I told him. “Which is why you’re going to come here and pet Gallant.” My voice was firm, but not unkind. “But he’s so big,” Billy said. “He is,” I agreed. “But we’re going to go hunting. And to do that, we have to ride Gallant. So you’re going to be brave and overcome your fears. That’s what being a ‘man’ is, Billy.” “You’re a man,” Billy said, taking a small step forward. “A brave man, right?”

Not yet anyway. We did figure out that we didn’t feel we were gay since we thought a guy kissing a guy was too gross as was oral sex with a guy. Romance we also put in that same boat. Butt sex on the other hand could be thought of as a valid substitute for cunt sex. So we decided that at the most, it would be bi for straight guys to do it.

I just nodded my head. That was the last thing he said before turning away and going back to his office. Is he really gay? But why? Why did he choose to be gay? I held my breath and exhaled. It's a choice, Gillian. That's what he wants, but it's just sad that he's gay. He is now the only male in their clan, and it is so sad that no one will continue their clan. Now I understand why Madam Anastasia is doing this.

Seeing my face and ears turn all reddened, Mila whispers at me, “Are you our boss’s boyfriend?” However, before I can answer her question, Mila clicks her tongue in a mischievous way and winks her eye at me. “So the answer is yes, isn’t it?” she asked, “It’s okay, don’t be shy. We all knew Jamie is gay.” Wait, what? They all knew- They think Jamie is gay? Oh Lord. I might look calm on the outside, but I am cracking up in my heart. PFFFT! HAHAHAHAHAH!

Let's go " Nathan stood up; Valentina took his hand and walked out with a fake smile. But Jacob's words kept repeating in his head. "Why do you have strange tastes?"

he whined, clutching his chest as if his pride had been wounded. “By the way, do you not cross-dress?” Rhea asked curiously. She had noticed from the beginning that he always wore men’s clothes, making it hard to tell that he was gay. He was undeniably handsome, but the moment he spoke with that squeaky voice, it was disappointing. “Nope!” Lucas replied, emphasizing the word. “I’m gay, but I don’t like wearing girly clothes. I mean, I’m a woman, char! But just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to dress like one. Some of us are just different.”

Perhaps my face shows how high I think of him, he smiles as he adds, "After some time, you get used to it." "I guess," I shrug, "Are you a top or a bottom?" Obviously he's a top. The way he fucked my face, oh my God, he's a fucking top. Top top top. "I'm a switch." "There's a switch too?" Excuse me, he's the first gay guy I've ever had such honest conversation with. All my gay friends are more interested at being my stylist rather than comparing notes on how to fuck men better. "Meaning I can be both."

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"For me. For the family image you wanted so bad. But I’m done pretending. Kill them, and you kill any chance of me standing by you after this. Let it go, father. I'm begging you." William finally moved. He lowered the gun completely until it hung loosely in his hand. Then he walked slowly to his desk and set the weapon down with a quiet clack. He picked up his whiskey glass but did not drink. Instead, he held it in his hand, staring into the amber liquid as it caught the light. "Father, please say something," Darren begged. "You’re gay," he stated. Darren swallowed, then nodded once. "Yes," he said softly. "I am."