David Dobrik Gay Novels & Stories

He lowered his voice on the last word, as if it were a taboo. Damien scoffed. "And so fucking what? They can think whatever they want. I don't fucking care, Etahn." He cupped Etahn's cheeks. "And if I'm gay, I want to be gay with you. No one else. I'm Damien Blackwood. No one would dare question me."

He was certain the reporters were just human leeches out to seek some cheap publicity. It was like this every time. His brother used to tolerate them and raised their TV ratings, but he was no more. They jumped to him… In the past, the leeches never paid attention to him, not like he let them, but now they knew their bank balance was about to hit rock bottom. They were doomed, and David smirked at that. And the point about him being gay was ridiculous, he chased anything in skirts and his brother always scolded him about settling down and finding a wife. But women were just gold diggers

It gave me enough time to follow him. The videos of him besting Sophie might do nothing to my father, after all, he believed a woman should be disciplined. I smirked as I pulled up a video I had gotten through the most insane way. The two figures move on my screen, kissing voraciously. I laugh as my brother sinks his hands through the other man’s hair, grabbing his ass. This was one of many videos I had, of Adrian and his secret lover, Charlie Bugel, the coach. My father would have a heart attack. The coach of his team and his son, engaged in such an affair. The mob was forgiving of a lot, but homosexuality? They would be lynched.

Man, I was glad, I hated that girl, the way she looked at Damien, made me jealous, because I knew Damien was straight and she had a better chance than me. Though, I have to remind myself that Damien would never be with her. I slid into the couch and I heard a grunt beside me. I turned to see David sitting on a high stool in front of the bar, he held a scotch in his hand. I looked away, quickly. “Hi.” I didn’t want another nervous moment, especially not with David, he was something else. “Want a drink, weirdo?” He asked. Weirdo? How the heck does being gay make me weird?

Daliah frowned her perfectly plucked brows. - "No, he is not" Lora smiled, understanding that that doubt was more recurrent than it should. - "I know how to appreciate women in every way, Daliah. Whether as a lover or friend, I will be the best person I can" Drake hated the way society had embroidered men and women. It felt like his obligation was to be sexually involved with as many women as possible, never refusing or wanting anything different. He had already doubted his sexuality, thinking it was a mistake to admire female figures and not their genitals. But after years of getting to know himself, he'd realized that his point of view didn't undermine his sexuality.

The bloody very man who made my life a living hell. Hearing him laughing loudly, my blood boiled. Thinking, how life could be unfair for some of us. Yes, unfair. My name is Sebastian Darksky. I am a very popular singer. Concert organizers would pay anything to get me to sing on a stage for them. People loved me. To have a selfie with me, to see me upclose, the audience would pay whatever fare they had on tickets to my show. I was known as the most expensive singer in America. Organizers would beg my boss to get me on the stage. And my boss, he would tell them his price.

Dave said, he extended his hand to me and lifted me upright, it's good that it's a concern to me, yes, how can a gay person be a concern, he's the one who pushed you Trixie. "You're too late." Ken said and the bitch flipped her hair and I turned her a bad look. "Stupid?! You're crazy, you pushed me!" I shouted. "You pushed him love?" Dave asked Ken in disbelief. "I didn't mean it." He answered calmly and scratched his head. Does he have lice? I think he wants to greet me with his lice, how nice. 'You gay liar' I know he did it on purpose, I just kept quiet with him when I was really annoyed, I was going to sue him for-- what hmm sexual harassment.

“Or not.” “You’re an idiot. You think Odin is going to make me run for the hills? I’ve been taking that fucker on since I was born. No. I don’t want to run, Cruz. Look, sexuality aside, he’s fucked up in the head. There are millions of young men in this world who are gay and have been ostracized, punished, tortured because of what they’ve gone through and they don’t pick on their kid sister and become misogynistic assholes who plot to drug their best friend for a few measly dollars. Yes, he’s sick. No, it doesn’t give him the right to be mean and torture people. Asshole.” She glowered at Cruz, “if you want out, if this is the out you’re looking for, say it, Cruz. Don’t put this on me.”

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