Gay For You Novels & Stories

Eve’s POV The reception passed in a blur of champagne toasts and polite conversation and photographs that would be in the society pages by morning. I smiled and laughed and held Devin's hand and pretended everything was fine. But the whole time my thoughts were spinning. He was gay. He had always been gay. He had told me he was gay when we were teenagers, and I had never questioned it. But gay men did not kiss women the way Devin had kissed me. Gay men did not have that kind of physical reaction to holding their female best friend.

she asked, lowering her voice and raking her fingers over my arm. Pity. I couldn’t get my dick hard imagining fucking her. She was cute, attractive, big tits, but I hadn’t felt anything stir with my little friend down there for women ever since I slept with men. Occasionally, it did, but it was barely a yearly occurrence like the Perseid meteor. “Sorry, darling, I’m—” “Gay.” We both looked at the grooms as they marched towards us. They wore matching pastel suits and soft smiles. I nodded at Aaron as he gave me a bro-hug, patting my back and slapping my shoulder. “He’s gay, Sydney.”

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

Mario: Tell what? Gaymo: That we’re dating, and we love each other. Mario: Huh? You went too far, Gaymo. Gaymo: You mean, you don’t love me? Mario: Of course I love you, but as a friend. Gaymo: But you kissed me. Mario: Yes, because I love you as a friend. You’re like a sister. You remind me of my sister, Martha. Gaymo: I hate you. That is our conversation. I hate him so much right now. I was embarrassed with all the things he said. If that’s not love, then what is it? Will magic do some changes?

I admitted, feeling a mix of sadness, guilt, and anxiety. Gabe's expression turned curious. He must be wondering why I said so. "I haven't gone to see her yet," I continued. "She doesn't want to see me." Gabe's eyes narrowed slightly. "Because you're gay?" he asked, his voice gentle. I nodded, feeling a pang of hurt. "Yeah. I'm kind of an abomination because I like dicks," I said, trying to sound casual despite the pain I felt in my heart. Gabe's expression turned fierce, and he reached out to put a hand on my arm. "You're not an abomination," he said, his voice firm and full of conviction. "You're amazing just the way you are."

"You know, Vi, I understand your point, but my God, Vi, why do you have to do this? You might overlook the fact that I'm gay. I know that Kaleb and Rye can't possibly have romantic feelings for me. And yes, I'm their friend, but to be honest, I'm happy because they gave me the chance to be their trusted friend. But Vi, I will not blame you if you love Kaleb. I'm so glad for you. I'm flattered you think about how I feel, but you don't have to ignore your happiness over me. " Gayle said.

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

I bit my bottom lips just thinking about the things I wish to do to him. “Fuck! Turstin, since when did you become this perverted?" I questioned in my thoughts. That brings me to the question of which Victoria had earlier asked me. Am I truly gay? Was that a question worth answering? I can't say whether I'm gay or not. All I know is the fact that I'm in love with my mate, and that's all I see. Nothing else matters to me. Being with Gael makes me feel things I've never felt before for anyone. I didn't even feel it for a woman, but I felt all these with Gael. For this reason, I'll proudly be gay for him if that's all it takes.

The freshman shook his head. " Thank you. It is not. You being gay is not and will never be a problem with your relationship with God because he is the one who created you. He made you just the way you are, and you are absolutely perfect that way. He gave you those feelings so that you will be able to love and to be loved, and he would want you to be happy, don't go stressing yourself about specifications in the Bible because the Bible can be interpreted in so many different ways, okay?"

He thought I was her boyfriend. I snorted. Then I laughed. Then I laughed so hard the entire damn room stared at me, including Grandpa Roman, who simply blinked in shock, then laughed because I was laughing. "Bro," I choked, wiping a tear away. "I'm gay." Gym-Bro-Grandson turned bright red. Lily groaned and hit my arm. "Yuki, please," she whispered. I was not sorry. And then—because the universe knew this moment needed to be immortalized—the record player crackled, and the opening strains of A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton started playing.