Cute Gay Novels & Stories

Said Grace, dropping the last orange into the bowl, facing me with expectation written all over her face. "Who's that hottie?" Tobi whined, pressing his hands over his cheeks, making cute puppy eyes. "No one." I groaned, shoving past them to get settled in. In as much as I loved them and they had been trying to ship me with every hot men that came to the shop for smoothie since I came out to them as gay, I still didn't appreciate them fanning all over me to tell them about Giovanni because there was nothing to tell.

“I don’t trust you enough to let you kiss me.” He intentionally kept repeating what Garaine had said during their argument. “I’m so sorry Mr. Turner. I actually didn’t intend to say that,” Garaine apologised with pleading eyes. “And what do you mean by cute?” Weylin complained like a child. “Does an intimidating mafia leader like me appear cute in your eyes?” “Then, shall I say handsomely cute?” Garaine blinked, tilting her head to the right side innocently. “I like cute men though.”

“The last guy I dated? He was an artist and I found out in a rude fashion he was gay.” “Yeah? If anyone could turn a man from the dark side, it’d be you.” He scooped in two more heaping forkfuls of caramelly goodness and sighed. “A couple of the bolder ones thought I was playin’ hard to get, so they tried to convert me.” “How’d that go for them?” “I think the one guy from New York is probably still pickin’ up his teeth.” Carter plucked up the last chunk of pie from Macie’s plate, rammed it in his mouth with a happy little moan.

I asked him If he says yes I'm sure I will cry so loud making his ear bleed. " no you're not ugly but very beautiful. And that bitch Bethany is ugly not you. "He said with small smile " you look good while you smile. You don't look good when you make that rich person's face. Keep smiling."I told him My visions are blurring slowly. It's not good, not at all. " are you a gay? I had read it in the tabloid? But you're so handsome. Why all handsome men are gay? "I asked him but he just tsked at it

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.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

Roth was just a complete newbie to the world of homosexuality. Craig let out a light chuckle at that, “we do aim for a G-spot, or "P-spot." It's the prostate. We're not just sticking it in to stick it in, or maybe, okay sometimes, we are, but usually there's a goal involved. Maximum pleasure comes from stimulating the prostate, which can be intensely satisfying and lead to a more fulfilling orgasm.” “So, Craig, do you have some tips for our gay men to stimulate more pleasure through their sex lives?”

I figuratively heard my pride as a gay man who loves sex being crushed into tiny little pieces. Gunner was right that I knew and heard about men experimenting with sex with gay men. I heard about them countless times, telling people that they just do it with gay men out of curiosity, excitement, and the sex. But again, knowing about it doesn’t make the pain and the anger less.

I didn’t flinch or act off in any manner. “Let’s begin your session,” he said after having a full, satisfied look at me. I looked good. I was certain he noticed. This was going to be hard. I cleared my throat, annoyed that the fucking groomer didn’t only look good, but had a terrific job, a fit body, a respectable name and title, had his entire life together, and to top it all off, had Theo obsessed with him. “Before we start, I’d like to put it out in the air to avoid you being uncomfortable. I’m gay, which means I fuck men and let men fuck me. Are we going to have a problem with that?” I asked.

Loosen up dude! “Uhm, I just—” “Go away.” He looked at me with his cold eyes. “Are you gay?” I spatted out. He stopped, his jaw tightened more, I grinned when I hit that spot. “Oh, a gay.” I asked “What do you think?” He raised his thick brows at me, probably annoyed of my presence. Definitely not a gay, but hmm, gays nowadays are better looking than those real men around. “Then why won’t you budge there, and just keep on ignoring my presence? Only gay would probably ignore my beauty—”