Chubby Gay Novels & Stories

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.

"Audrey? What are you doing here?" I stared fixedly at the glob of pig manure dripping from his collar. "If I hadn't come, how could I witness your dedication to education?" I spat out, slamming the divorce papers I'd brought right into his face. "Sign it. Don't you dare bring AIDS home to me." Beside him, Paige sized me up before suddenly breaking into a grin. "Well, well. So, this is your wife. The one who only knows how to spray perfume? She looks like a plastic doll. No wonder you said you can't get it up looking at her."

“The Love Bunny is a wireless lady helper that inspires limitless pleasures with a special touch. Equipped with adorable buck teeth that stimulate the rosebud with a tight squeeze, the Love Bunny doesn’t bite!” Ok, so that product description didn’t sound as horrible as her chat made it sound. Indeed, marketing was a talent that some of her knights didn’t have. Eloquence was an acquired skill, and not many of her viewers had that. These men in her private stream only knew the words pussy and tits for the better part of their IQ, and Queenie shrugged it off.

Here, I'm simply standing in a crowded hall with nothing but my own presence to defend, and my own presence is apparently the entire problem. An older Elder near the front, robes heavy with the kind of status that comes from decades of being obeyed, doesn't bother lowering his voice at all. "Forgive my bluntness," he says, directed at Osborne but pitched loud enough for the whole hall to catch, "but is this truly the woman meant to stand beside Silver Crest's next Alpha? A rejected wife. Soft-bodied. No pack standing of her own left to speak of." His eyes flick over me, cataloguing, dismissing. "One wonders whether the position of Luna requires more than proximity to your claim."

When the women found out that Laurel was the spark that had lit the flame, Samantha furrowed her eyebrows and said, “This Laurel woman is trouble. She’s got a nice name, yet she did all this…” Joanna added, “How nice could Chuck possibly be to accept a woman who has had an abortion? Also, this woman is just vile, sleeping around with so many men… At the same time, no less! Oh, my God! Just thinking about it gives me shivers!” Adrian shook his head and laughed. “Chubbs has a one-track mind when it comes to romantic partners, plus he’s a very honest man. A lot of women today are always out looking for men like him to prey on.”

I walked away noisily to make them believe I was gone, then came back as quietly as I could to eavesdrop on them. “So…are you from around here?” Jazz subtly starts to hit on Chad, like he wasn’t the same person who was roaming the entire company with a sad face. I guess it was all a facade to avoid being lashed at by his colleagues. “This isn’t the time, Jazz” Amy butt in. “It’s fine. Having a little chat here and there doesn’t affect my focus at all. I’ve been doing this all my life” Chad looked at Jazz with a smile. “He is definitely gay. There is no way he and my Pollen dated” I muttered to myself.

Jax muttered. The bus hit a pothole. Everyone bounced. Phones flew. Someone yelped. I went back to my texts. Xiabao: “So. Best friends now?” Me: “Don’t push it.” Xiabao: “ Lmao.” Me: “Great. My life was missing one more chaotic gay.” Xiabao: “Chaotic? Look who’s talking, miss fake mustache and glue hands.” Me: “It was spirit gum, thank you very much.”

I took it and put it on immediately, then he helped me zip it up. I looked up at him, still sobbing silently. “Thank you for helping me,” I mumbled softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Nah, it's okay. I'm Jax, your unofficial savoir and neighbourhood gay disaster,” he grinned, almost too happily. He seemed to be the free kind of person. I knew something was off about him and the way he was dressed. He's gay. He was chewing his bubble gum like a woman and the way he was swinging his hands up in the air like a woman explained it all.

My Gay Dad. “Get out of my house and get out of my life. I don't need you anymore. You have ruined my life, you beach". Amelia Choley screamed at the top of her voice as she pushed her husband out of her one room apartment. “You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You came into my life, have nothing to offer and destroyed the little I have. You're a liar, a gay and a devil. Only demons practice gay”. Amelia said, still in anger and shouting at the top of her voice. She has a tiny but loud voice and this time around she screams so loud in frustration.

She wondered if I thought ill of her for wanting it and it took a while to convince her that I really liked it too. So I guess in my mind as I went to the gay club I might find some young, thin, femme acting guy and fuck his ass. For some reason I felt that doing it with a guy wasn't cheating. (YES I KNOW!!!). So I convinced my horny 25 year old self that I was going to a gay club just to check it out. It was a gay, lesbian and trans friendly club. Many butch women, which actually appealed to me, and plenty of gay guys of all kinds. Transgurls too, that were sexy as hell.