Gay Books Novels & Stories

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.

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.

My Gay Dad. “Get out of my house and get out of my life. I don't need you anymore. You have ruined my life, you beach". Amelia Choley screamed at the top of her voice as she pushed her husband out of her one room apartment. “You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You came into my life, have nothing to offer and destroyed the little I have. You're a liar, a gay and a devil. Only demons practice gay”. Amelia said, still in anger and shouting at the top of her voice. She has a tiny but loud voice and this time around she screams so loud in frustration.

I love you, Gabriel. Christ, who was that? Shit, was that the man tattoed on his chest was he gay? He thought about that man. He was there, this man, he was in the corner of his mind, a bright sunny corner. Gabriel decided that he felt better thinking about this man. The man was laughing, but Gabe didn't know his name. Where was he, what surrounded him? Seats, hundreds of them, but that was all he could see in his mind's eye. Leave it for now, start looking for a way out. The best thing he found in the fridge was sixteen bottles of Peroni and food, Fucking marvellous at least he wouldn't die starving.

Mia asked incredulously. The others dissolved into laughter, and a round of crude jokes went up as they all speculated on Gabe whipping out his dick. “I bet he knows what to do with it,” Trish said wistfully. “Unlike my last boyfriend. Maybe Gabe could give him some pointers.” Gina snorted. “For all we know Gabe sucks in the sack. Or maybe he’s even gay. You know all the gorgeous to-die-for guys are always the ones who are unavailable. Though given a chance, I’d definitely see if I could turn him.”

He chuckled. “There are many ins and outs of gay sex, doctor, but they aren’t very different from straight sex. I just want to clarify beforehand that we gay guys get a lot of press about being sex mongers ready to drop our trousers at the first opportunity to hit it with a ready and willing hottie.

“Izzy, I want you to meet Barnabas, he’s the son of Matthew’s consulting, we talked about him.” We did not. Everyone says hi to Barnabas except me. I am flushed with embarrassment and anger. “He’s one of the good gays.” My father says with a hearty chuckle, Bile rises up in my throat. What the hell does good gay even mean?? What’s the opposite of that, bad gay? How does one even categorize that? “A pleasure to meet you.” Barnabas says with what I assume is a shy smile, the too much facial hair is making it difficult for me to tell.

“Well, it’s about damn time! Lucky for you, you’ve got me. Trust me, girl, I know more about baby shopping than you could ever imagine. You think you’re ready for this, but you’re not.” I rolled my eyes, but his confidence was contagious. “Oh, really? And what makes you the expert, David?” He put a hand on his hip, striking a dramatic pose. “Honey, I’ve been through this with my sister. Three times. I practically lived in baby stores, picking out the cutest little onesies and making sure everything matched. I’m a gay man, decorating is in my DNA.” I found out after I went to the INTERNET that gay means someone that is interested in their own gender. We have different media platforms with the

“Because we talk about sex all the time. Girls, hookups, whatever. Why should your ass be off-limits?” He burst out laughing—real, surprised laughter that made his whole chest shake. “Sex with girls isn’t the same as liking something up my ass.” The words landed like a slap. Instant mental image: Noah on his knees, back arched, cheeks flushed, taking whatever was in that box. My mouth went dry. My dick thickened against the soft cotton of my sweatpants. I swallowed. “So you’re… gay?” “I don’t know, man.” He dragged a hand down his face. “Shit’s been weird lately.”

Not entirely, at least. Meanwhile, Liam stormed past us into the living room, muttering something about idiots and gay pheromones in the air. He had a pen behind one ear and what looked like script notes in hand, full of messy sketches. "Don't mind him," Grayson said, emerging from the hallway in gym shorts and an unbothered expression. "He's been obsessed with this new manhwa idea. It's BL." Caisen looked amused. "About time." "He says—and I quote—'I'm surrounded by so many damn gay people, if I publish even one of their stories, I'll be a billionaire.'"