Gay Graphic Novels & Stories

He laughed and pushed me so that he could also get up from lying down. "I think someone likes you, Vee." I laughed at what he said. I slapped him on the arm and couldn't stop laughing. Want something? Pfft what does it say! "Something funny? Is that a laugh or are you excited? That's how excited you are like a timang." He said shaking his head. "Crazy. You're both gay, how can you like me!" "What?? Oh my god! He's still my type. What the hell. Why are gay men so handsome now?"

Jackson said as he straightened out Scott's suit. "Get your hands off me, I don't like ladies or girls or women" "They're actually the same"Jackson said,his left eyebrow raised. "Whatever..I don't like any" "So you're gay?" Jackson said and roared with laughter. "Dude, you're really funny,you? gay?. I believe you" He said again amidst laughter. "That's true..I can be gay, you get it" Scott said in realism. "Wait..I never asked you to be gay"

He continued as everyone was patient to hear him speak. “The word gay simply means a man who could be a mature adult, a young adult or possibly a child is romantically or sexually attracted to the same sex of its kind” “Simply put, a gay is a man loving and having romantic moments which includes sex with a fellow man like himself. “ He explained as he held his breath back, paused for a moment and continued. “What happened during gay sex?." He asked the thousand of followers as he cleared off his throat to give a proper explanation.

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.

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).

Garry, our rugged neighbor, had been watching me all night, his dark eyes tracing the way my tight black tank top clung to my small but perky tits and the way my short denim shorts rode up just enough to tease the curve of my ass. I bit my lip, pretending not to notice. Mum warned us not to have anything to do with him, but the heat in his gaze was impossible to ignore. What if he tell on me to mum that i was a femboy at this gay club?

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?

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.

"Son? Are you crazy? Has anyone given birth to a chick?" "Has anyone also given birth to a gay man?" He looked at me. "Are you saying my Mom isn't human?!" "Are you also saying we're not human?!" "You really know something, don't you." "You really know something, don't you." I imitate him. "Wait, before we leave, let's bring one of my guitars. Uhm, that's the pink guitar, please give it to hubby." I said pointing at the hanging guitar. "Because you are tall," he said laughing. You love to fight, you are an animal, you are gay! I'm not short!