Gay Om Om Novels & Stories

There was silence in the car for a while until Matthew broke it by asking Dominco "She an omega?" "Why are you asking me? Dominco asked sounding a bit hard "Nothing really just wanted to know if she was the one that got away" Matthew replied raising his hands and using his fingers to make the quotation sign "No! And what's with the fingers?" Dominco asked, Matthew on answering ignored his question, bringing one hand to stroke his beards he 'hmmm ed' then letting the car go back to being silent again.

The gaze of a loving father gave an indescribable mockery to Bella’s eyes. “Oh my gosh! Are you Bella?! You’ve grown up!” Caitlin’s gray eyes flickered with the lights as she stared at Bella with a haughtiness that was not seen by everyone. Bella wears a wide short-sleeved shirt, white-washed jeans, and a pair of very simple sneakers while carrying a black backpack. And there’s one word to describe her… cheap. Her very presence is the very opposite of the expensive-looking Caitlin in front of her. A guest from the side opened her lips and spouted disgusted words while staring at Bella. “Who is that, Cait? She reeks of weak blood! Oh my God! Don’t tell me she’s an omega?!”

I panted, pushing his head deeper as he sucked my clit. I whined my waist, closing my eyes and pulling them open. “Fuck!” I panted when he curved his finger within me, rubbing my g-spot. He lifted his face from my pussy, now sucking my nipple, while stimulating my g-spot. I wanted more. I wanted his dick. After intense fingering, I orgasmed, shaking violently like I was convulsing. Orion laid beside me, cuddling me in his arms. I breathed heavily, before asking, “When will you mark me?” “Soon,” was all he said.

And since he was beyond our communication connection, Jaden sent a text message. A horseshoe and a skull. Logan, whose mind is faster than mine, quickly translates the new-age form of messaging.

Paloma I pulled Sal into a tight bone crushing hug, and an small grunt escaped him as drew in his small frame avidly trying to mosh up his organs. "Oma." He grunts. "Oma, oma you're crushing me, you're gonna puncture my fucking lungs."

"Give it back. Your scheme won't work." "Oww! is your hand made of brick?" Omar wailed. "Well sorry, i am an omega and I'm used to working," she sulked. "I didn't mean it that way," he quickly said and she laughed. "I was joking with you now give me my sandwich," she frowned as she stood up and turned to him, kneeling down on the bed. Omar smirked and squeezed the whole thing into his mouth. The omega gasped, her pretty eyes widened to the size of apples. She couldn't believe he did that.

I bellowed. My voice echoed in the parking area sounding a little stupid and comical. But that was completely opposite to my mood right now. I have had enough. From the time my puberty hit and my second gender test result came out. I have been continuously hearing things like, "Omegas are whore", "Omegas are so slutty", "Why do they go around spreading their scent, trying to seduce everyone, how shameless". "Omegas are born to breed", "Omegas are scum".I am sick of hearing it. My life hasn't been all sunshine and daisies. I don't even get the treatment of a normal human being and these people think that they are achieving nirvana by demeaning us.

“Yeah, I do. But it’s too late now, anyway.” “Hell no,” Micah says, catching his breath. “We’re a team, Omar. We don’t leave anyone behind.”“Especially our captain,” Diesel grins. “You’re not gay, bro, we all know that. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. Look at you, dude. Your dick is literally begging for it.” Omar looks down at his painfully hard erection, then back up at us. “Never in a million years did I think…”

The rest of the ride goes by in silence. What does my mate look like? Is he cute? Male omega. I have never met one, but I have heard about them. Back in high school, some students talked about male omegas and how male omegas were not normal. Tommy and I never really paid much attention to the conversation. However, it left us both curious. We never covered the topic of male omegas in school, so Jimmy and I went to the library a few times afterwards to look for books on them. Unfortunately, there weren’t many books, but we did find out that male omegas are very rare and they can get pregnant.

Aaron muttered under his breath being careful not to meet my gaze, "That's one word for it." I shot him a glare wanting so badly to go over to him and smother his face in a pillow. The woman's eyes flicked between us, something calculating passing through her expression. Then she smiled faintly. "Well, let's see what he can do. There has to be a reason you're keeping yet another stray around. Is he strong like Ronan? He certainly doesn't look it...." Aaron's mother turned her nose up and scented the air. "He certainly doesn't smell it either. He's an omega."