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John Mayo, a 22-year-old college student with short brown hair and a lean, athletic build, strolled into the bustling gay club, ‘The Rainbow Room.’ The pulsating music and the smell of sweat and cologne filled the air. He was new to the gay scene and eager to explore his sexuality. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a group of guys at the bar. One of them caught his eye, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and close-cropped hair. His name was Kai, and he was 23 years old. John had always watched him from afar in class, intrigued by his calm confidence.

I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts. Jayden noticed my silence. “What do you think? Hot, right?” I hesitated, then the words just spilled out. “Yeah… I’ve always loved gay p**n too. Like, a lot.” He paused, then grinned wider. “No shit? Why didn’t you say something sooner, man?” He turned the volume up. On screen, the bottom was bent over, ass up, while the top slammed into him balls-deep. Wet slapping sounds filled the small room—the top’s heavy balls smacking against that stretched hole, the bottom whimpering and begging for more cock. “Fuck yes, ruin me,” the guy on screen moaned as cum started l

“Compliment? Fuck that. It’s insulting. Like they see me and assume.” But then it hit me watching him rant. The way his eyes flashed angry but sad underneath. Suddenly I didn’t feel so bad about the whole thing. If these humans saw gays as normal people just hitting on who they liked without drama then maybe I could be normal too. Love Lange even if he was a guy. Because shit the pull was there. Mate bond and all the whatever wolf crap. I didn’t say it out loud. Nah. Keep it inside. But I quietly planned quietly how to make him fall for me. Gay or straight. Win him over slowly with more nights like this. I leaned in closer and said low so only he could hear. “Look Lange. I don’t actually see

His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls. The quarterback pulled off Alex’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. “Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.”

I said, and was able to manage a little laugh. Then he bent back, scratching his chin as though he was contemplating. “Well, in case you want to know the guy thing, maybe we give it a go. No pressure. We might watch some gay p**n together. See how it hits you. When it does not do anything, or feels out of place, then perhaps it is not your thing. Simple as that. I have bookmarks, nothing kooky just simple stuff. I mean, you can say no but that was how I found out and made sure I was gay.”

Silver takes my hand. You want to know what sucks? Being gay in high school, being surrounded by hot guys you can never look at because looking is just as bad as assuming one's gay. Then you end up like me at a party 4 shots in and I can't help it, fuck I want one... a guy I mean, I'm surrounded.

Carson walked to the couch with a smile. "Ivy wishes" Edna scoffed and Carson sat beside her. He played with his fingers a little before facing her. "Hey sis.. uhm what do you think of gays?" He suddenly asked. "Why are you asking? Are you one?" She asked with an eye roll but Carson immediately flew from the chair. "What? Me? Gay? No!!!" He puffed some air out of his mouth. "Hey calm down, I didn't call you one. Zita is gay and he's sexy so yeah, gays are cool" She shrugged before standing up and walking away.

When I was in college, at a large state university in the South, I haunted the johns looking to service other students. In those days, when gay liberation had not arrived in the South, most of the homosexual activity at the college involved sucking off straight guys in the johns. But there was also some activity in the then rather small town, which boasted a cruising area around the train station. It was there that I encountered "Golden Boy," a young man of exceptional beauty.

I calmed myself down and looked at him expectantly. He spoke; "I'm gay, Aito" What? I blinked. "I'm gay and I'm in love with you" ... ... Fuck.

"Gentlemen, my wife, Valentina Miller of Mercer. I hope everyone is happy and bless our union." The thunderous applause in the hall was not long in coming. "This time, the love between you and me is a new project of Mercer Group that brought together popular artists of our company. The script is novel and combines with the story. It will bring a new visual spectacle." Nathan's attitude is confident and serene. Looking at the camera with a smile. Valentina was speechless; although this man had a temper, he was charming when he put his mind to it. "Next, I will answer your questions."