Dallas Liu Gay Novels & Stories

I look at him lovingly and he closes his eyes, “I love you, Liam. I can’t wait to spend the next few days together and we’ll have to get better at not letting our lives separate us as much. And I promise, Dallas will be no where near us for like two days so that’s a plus, right?” I end with a joke and I hear Dallas growl behind me. Then I hear Dallas grunt, and Nick chuckle. “I swear if Dallas wasn’t gay, I’d be concerned.” Nick jokes and Liam takes a deep breath.

Bai Tingxin said, "Since he cleared your name of his own accord, then I won't touch him. But now it seems that he might not have framed you for the eight million dollars." "What do you mean?" Qin Lianyi asked in confusion. "Bai Yulai's sexual orientation is a little different," he said. "Sexual orientation?" Qin Lianyi's eyes instantly widened. She asked with a face of disbelief, "Do you mean he likes men?"

If Mang Tomas had given him even a second’s notice, he might have been able to brace himself. "I’m so sorry, Ma’am Lucy!" the driver apologized, scratching his head in embarrassment. Lucas M. Villarreal is a twenty-seven-year-old gay man and is also the heir to the Villarreal Group of Companies. Smart, tall, rich, with excellent genes, undeniably attractive, and yes, absolutely beautiful. He was proud to be beautiful twice over. Since fourth grade, Lucas had known in his heart that he was attracted to men. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but he remembered being drawn to his handsome classmates. He used to sneak his sisters' Barbie dolls, too, since they wouldn’t let him borrow them.

He knew he had me right where he wanted me—hard and desperate. I hissed, watching his hand work my length. His thumb spread the bead of precome around my crown, making me buck like a damn virgin. My body was taut, muscles clenched. "This doesn't make me gay," I told him sharply. "Right, because getting off to a guy's touch definitely doesn't make you gay," Liam muttered, rolling his eyes but never breaking rhythm. "I'm not gay," I gritted out, hips pumping into his tight grip. "You can touch a guy's dick without being fucking homo."

Maybe that was a cover up, to make people think he's straight. "Are you sure you're gay?" I asked Dillion. Obviously showing that I don't believe him. "Yes Ali, I'm sure." said Dillion chuckling and rolling his eyes. "But just last night at the Lias Restaurant you were checking out a woman." "I was lying. I was actually checking out the person next to her." said Dillion chuckling. "Really? Who?" I asked curiously. He gave me a "Try and think really hard Ali" look.

Nearly the attention of everyone in the cafeteria was now fixed on them. “Here?” Luke whispered and he nodded. “Everyone!” Liam called out, turning to either side to ensure they were staring at him. Now certain they were staring at him, he went on, “Not that it's anyone's business, but I um…” He paused and ran his wet tongue through his dry lips, “I'm… I'm gay.” The cafeteria erupted with low, excited gasps and murmurs.

“Please…please ..take my life but let her go…don't let them defile my daughter please” “You have a nice mouth Mr Lee”. He grinned. “You can be useful to me as well”. “I am a low born sir”. His voice trembled. “I know..that is the reason I won't be digging your asshole, now unzip me”. Mr Lee's hands were shaking nervously. He reached and pulled the flyer zip down immediately his face blanked seeing the huge erected cock that springed up in front of him. “I can't..I am not gay”. He closed his eyes and yelled.

We stretch again before hitting the showers. “Thanks for that,” Luke says lowly so only I can hear as we get out of the shower. “Bro it’s okay to admit you need a break,” I remind him knowing he never will. “It’s easier for you and Damien no one ever questions if you are real men,” Luke opens his locker so he can get dressed without me seeing anything. When he closes it he is back in shorts. “It’s different for me and Alex.” “Do you want me to show you a list of bodybuilders who are openly gay,” I ask and Luke shakes his head.

Saul asked, his voice only in a whisper but thankfully Lawrence could hear him. “After knowing the truth Mariya ran away from Sherlock’s home. Her father begged me to marry her. I love her, even till today but only like a younger sister. “Of course you will have no feelings not only for her but for any woman. Because you are a gay.” Saul tried to tease him but Lawrence did not react the way he wanted. “Yes, I'm a gay and the photo you have is real. I was in love with another guy. Any problem? Don't worry I am not going to bed you.” The arrow went back to him.

Guests quieted, confused and intrigued. Liam looked up, brows furrowed. "Jasper?" But Jasper's gaze was cold, steely. Unfamiliar. "You know, people love to fabricate stories," Jasper said casually. "Like how some confused little boys think every kind gesture is a declaration of love." Liam flinched. "But let me clear something up," Jasper continued. "I am not gay. Never was. Never will be." Laughter. Muted gasps. A low murmur buzzed among the crowd.