Gay For You Novels & Stories

RECOMMENDED SONG: **How Deep Is Your Love By Calvin Harris And Disciples** “If you fail to come back, I swear I will find a drop-dead sexy man and forget you, Sammer Jasper Azure. So, you better come back. Alive. And this is not a request.” Eva warned Sammer with teary eyes. She had so badly pleaded with him to take her along, but he refrained saying that she would distract him. Sammer stroked her hair and kissed temples,

Sammy puts her hand over the screen, and leans down to her ear, “There are children here, Fi!” Fi looks around, then nods flushing a deeper pink, “It’s good, and very hot. And if that’s what you want, then it’s good. I’m gay, and I’d love to hear this kind of stuff from the right person.” Sammy chuckles, and Nate takes his phone back,

Slowly, the scoffs turned into hollow laughter that didn't reach anywhere near my heart because absolutely nothing about this situation was funny. "Damnit, Ryan! I'm so doomed for this. “Are you not okay with it?” The guy asked again. Of course I'm not okay, I accepted the role because I thought it was a lady …the thing is. “I'm a gay, and I'm hyper sexual!!”

"Yes, I know you are and I know what I did- huh..." "...so why can't you answer my question? or you think it's fine to ask any guy to sleep with you?" "What?! No, I wouldn't do that, and you're not any guy," Zayn shifted uncomfortably as he found himself questioning his sexuality "Okay, yes. I'm gay." "No you're not." Will replied immediately "What makes you think you are?" "I literally get hard for you, isn't that reason enough?"

He knew he had me right where he wanted me—hard and desperate. I hissed, watching his hand work my length. His thumb spread the bead of precome around my crown, making me buck like a damn virgin. My body was taut, muscles clenched. "This doesn't make me gay," I told him sharply. "Right, because getting off to a guy's touch definitely doesn't make you gay," Liam muttered, rolling his eyes but never breaking rhythm. "I'm not gay," I gritted out, hips pumping into his tight grip. "You can touch a guy's dick without being fucking homo."

He snapped. Nougat made a contemptuous facial expression after hearing the list of responses. He snorted and nodded his head in feigned agreement. "Yup. You're not gay, boy! You're just a f***ing sad guy! Disgusting!" he retorted with sarcasm (gay also means happy).

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.

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?