Gay Brothers Novels & Stories

Jett said as Kat smacked him behind his head. “Language,” she said as his head snapped forward. “Archer! What’s a bromance three-way?” Finley asked her brother loudly as Mac lowered his head. “Uhm, what?” Archer asked her. “Your son is in a three-way with Jett and Griff, some sort of bromance thing going,” she said. “Is that code for being gay?” he asked as I laughed again. “I think so,” she said as my father entered the dining hall. “Who’s gay?” he asked.

Mom and Dad comes home once a year, and I can only bond with them during those times. As me, my brother and Yael know, yes, I am sick. I have a personal doctor, Dr. Goose. My disease is undefinable, I am the first case of this and science held no theory or cure for this. I have this strong urges to pleasure myself. This is not a disease I got since birth, not genetically passed down on me, I am the first in medical records to have this fucked up body. Dr. Goose called my disease ‘prenymphonism’, because I am close to being a nymphomaniac and he thinks I will lead into that. But, I did not.

By Nuel ĺa ALEX P.O.V After mom finished signing my dischargment papers. I quickly stay behind to avoid her nitpick. Bouquets and get-well cards in my hands were a burden in my hands. As the maid wheeled me down the hallway, I heard whispered. With a blank face, I could hear people whispering as they stared at me. " woow, I can't believe he's a gay " a boy said " he's a shame to the music industry " one spat.

Everyone expected a response, but no one anticipated such a statement. "Then tell your gamma not to touch my wife again," Walter growled, drawing me into his side, his grip protective. A surge of discomfort and annoyance washed over me as I felt his firm hand on my waist. "I didn't come here to fight, otherwise I would have brought my warriors," Walter declared, his voice laden with veiled menace. "I have come for Agatha. You will marry her, and that is fine with me. But if you cross my path, I'll banish your betrothed's cursed family, and I doubt you'll go through with your toy wedding that way.”

I thought applying here would be formal. "My God! Bakla (gay), what is it! They're not the kind of waitress I'm looking for! Can't you see my bartenders? They're all on point! My baby boys and baby girls here are so hot, and them? They should be the ones applying at my bar!" A professional gay is sitting at a table, holding his temple as if he's extremely stressed while talking to another gay, and there are almost five girls lined up in front of them. "Girl, don't stress," the gay he's talking to patted his shoulders.

As I walk along the hallways, I lit the cigar which I begin to smoke. When will he be here? I impatiently take a look at my watch. Bryce went to get my husband. I laugh to myself at that thought. I only went to that bar that night to scare and taunt him, but I ended up finding out about such a precious secret. The golden boy is Gay. He likes and fucks men and Daddy doesn't even know about it. How pathetic. He thinks his son is straight. What a joke! Just when I arrive downstairs, I hear voices and the sounds of bags ruffling. He's here. A wide smirk appears on my face as I push my hand into my pocket, the other hand holding my cigar as I stand in the middle of the sitting room.

Dominic told me many straight men enjoy pegging and anal play and I should tell Claudia about this, but I fear she will never understand. I saw all those dildos and vibrators in Gabriel’s dresser and envy he and my son for being able to openly admit what they enjoy. “How do you know about the things Dominic is into?” I ask, cautiously and fearful of the response I may hear. “We are both gay men,” Gabriel says. “We talk, we bond and we notice things about one another. Say… the stance, the tone of voice, the tattoo that shows he is part of the community and a dom.”

I said immediately. I placed my palms on my waist and immediately removed them as I remembered that had been Dee's best way of standing. That dude calls it the Gay signal and thinking about it alone made me irked. How can I be homophobic when I have a gay twin brother? Well, I am. "She is not in her room" Gio suddenly said. I raised my brows and grinned as if I could tell him that I had no idea about what he was saying, I knew he would get mad so I said nothing but raised my brows again.

I uttered. “No, no. I don’t mean it like that.” Mary was quick to defend herself. “Ambrose’s famous for being the bully and the guy who loves to start a fight and all of that, you know. He’s tough and very masculine that I just didn’t think he’s gay.” “You know I’m quite shocked too when he admitted that he likes me. But I have to say just because he’s rough and ripped that he can’t be gay.” I trailed. “Yeah I guess you’re right.” Mary nodded agreeing on my statement. “I only know a few gays in my life. Jessie and some of our seniors before and they’re all flamboyant and effervescent.” Mary admitted and I immediately understood her view.

There was nothing I would not do for my boss. Now, going back to the question of what the bar was which Garrett had been asking, I smiled. "It was okay. Just a place where people with odd tastes come to chill." I said to him, "Odd taste?" He asked me. "Yes. It was a gay bar. Anything was allowed so long as you didn't attract the cops or trouble." I said as I went to place more things in the wardrobe. "Sounds interesting. So what about you, Jace, did you have odd tastes?" He asked me.