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he answered. Darien’s eyes gleamed with an emotion Zach couldn’t read. “You are definitely someone who has never experienced any real difficulty in life. You are gay, aren’t you? I can tell.” Zach nodded. “I am indeed gay. Is there a problem with how I’ve lived my life? You’re not much older than me.” “That’s my business,” Darien said in a clipped tone. “I’m still considering what to do with you.”

It was like having a little private fashion show. The shop assistants were thrilled to see a young man full of money coming into each store to buy a piece of clothing or more for his boyfriend. As homosexuality, free sexual and gender choices are something accepted in this society it was not uncommon to see several couples of men with other men, women with other women, transvestites, drag queens, and transsexuals having fun in clothing, cosmetics, accessories, and shoes. Even straight men were having fun buying makeup and trying on clothes, this world was much more deconstructed with customs, in fact, it would be weird if men didn't consume these things these days.

They looked like four-inch torture devices to him. "Will I be able to walk?" She slipped them on with a smile. "Probably not, so I'll carry you to Cheri's door." Another bag in the closet held his clothes. He quickly pulled the pants on and zipped them up. "Do men wear panties?" He turned her way laughing. "Yes, we wear panties but we give them the more masculine name of briefs or boxers. I prefer briefs but I also like to dress so I can disrobe quickly. It's an alpha thing but having you, it's now a get out of my clothes quickly for sex thing."

Nikos said with a raised brow and his head tilted to the right. With Their reactions, I could not help but giggle a little at them. After calming myself down, I then explained to them, “Gender in clothing is nothing by a hoax, a misconception and something set as a rule by some men who got insecure because the women wore pants better than them. Every piece of clothing is appropriate to every gender. Even a man is allowed to wear a dress if he wants to.” I told them that as I glided towards the full mirror in my room and admired the cloth laying in my body. Admiring how slick and professional it looks even just as it is, and I am not even wearing it. I looked back at them and saw how shocked

“You – what?” Ace almost fell off the bed. “You – holy shit. Liam, if you’re about to pull out a diamond ring and get on your fucking knees…” “Nope.” “Thank Christ.” Ace could suddenly breathe again. “I don’t want an engagement ring.” He paused. “Wait. Do gay men get engagement rings?” “Yep. Some of them are really nice, too.” “Oh.” Now Ace was feeling a bit sad that he wasn’t going to get one. “I didn’t know that.”

Jay dropped his tablet to my desk, the screen lighting up with a bold, criticizing headline that made my stomach churn. “JAIME ADRIEL: FROM PLAYBOY TO CLOSETED GAY?” I let out a laugh, though it barely concealed the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “Unbelievable. Last month, they were calling me a playboy, and couldn't get enough of how many women they thought I was with. Now, suddenly, I’m gay?”

She said the last three words like they held weight. "You're not better than me just because you've been gay longer." "No, I'm better than you because I am gay. You're just a poser." "My coming to the realization later in life doesn't make you any more gay than I am." "Yes, it absolutely does...because you don't realize you're gay, Gizzy. You like dick. Lots of it. What you don't like are the assholes attached to the pole. But you very much like penis." "Po-tay-toe, po-tot-toe. The fact is they come as a package. And without a muzzle, I can't deal anymore. I'll learn to love snatch. Plus, there's always strap-ons."

"H-Hans... I'm sorry... I just couldn't resist the heat! Stop throwing things at me!" "You! I let you kiss me! This is too much!" "I-I know Hans... I-I just want you to jerk me..." "No, Miggy! Jerk if you wanted to jerk! But there's no way I can jerk you! Besides we're both men!" "So what? Men can help each other, right? Aren't you doing such things like this?" Hans huffs in annoyance. Never in his life he has been so discriminated that so much. He may be a gay but he won't jerk a guy. He never has done that to Sou or to anyone, even to himself. He never thought man can masturbate.

“You were in pain. It was necessary.” He replied. I nodded, but my mind raced. I desperately wanted to ask one question, one thing that was swirling in my head: Is he gay? I mean, he’d been too nice. Way too nice. No man just casually buys you pads and tampons and treats you with such care unless there’s something deeper. Right? But… I didn’t ask. I just couldn’t. The last thing I wanted was to come across as some insecure, paranoid mess. So I swallowed down my curiosity.

Cam replies from the other side of the locker room, walking toward us. "Hey, put your dick away." I scrunch my face at his dangling dick. Almost all of us are naked. I've gotten used to it. I no longer sweat and try to stop myself from getting a hard-on. At this point, these punks can't even make me hard. Cam laughs and wiggles his dick. "You want some?" He continues to wiggle it, edging closer to me. "I'm gonna bite it off. That's what." The only person who knows I'm gay is Elias, and thank God he steps in.