Gay Shameless Characters Novels & Stories

I wonder how gay people make love, never have I ever been attracted to any man other than Ethan. I instantly g****e 'How do gay people make out?' I see pictures, videos, and GIFs of men kissing, groping, and grinding nakedly. Oh god. I click on one of the links, the site is full of gay p**n with weird titles; Shakespeare in lust. Once upon a time in cock-tale. Tales of the dark hole. Star Trek: The next penetration. I cringe as I read their titles, but I scroll down anyway. Curiosity takes me to the amateur category.

A privilege of having a movie star dad and supermodel mom, while also being super rich. He found out that Gayle St. Michaels and Rhonda Bines were the two high school hotties that every boy wanted to lose their virginity to. Abigail Newman, Tracy Whitman, and Lorena Johnson were the 'bad girls' who trades sex for favors. Brianna Saunders and Georgina Hathaway are the party girls that sleep with everybody, even with each other.

When we all started watching the movie, I was curious about this character, this gay boy that he said he hated so much, and on encountering Eric Effiong, a British-Nigerian gay character in the movie, I knew for sure that he was the one Michael was referring to. I fell in love with Eric as a character, but it was clear to me that I was nothing like him. He was flamboyant and outgoing, he was brave, fearless, loud, unable to be trampled upon, and he never hid who he was. He always wore flashy clothes and sometimes, also wore colourful ridiculous makeup that was set on marking him out as the weird one amongst the crowd, the unusual one in the room. He was never unnoticed, and that was who he w

I was and still am the most prudish among my friends. Autumn, Mercy, and Leah were the baddest girls amongst us then and Autumn remains rotten even though she is much more decent than before. Chelsea knew everything there was to know but never really tried to use it just like Debbie. Gaia was a bitch when she wanted to win a guy's heart to break him, and Constance knew enough not to make a fool out of herself, and even if she didn't, she knew how to cover up. Again, I, on the other hand, have always been a prude. I was even worse then. Then, I would cover my face when anyone said something lewd. To the point, I couldn't even pronounce "breasts" without blushing profusely.

The woman addressed as ‘Shamaine’ walked over, holding a young man's arm with a mocking expression on her face. Shyla furrowed her eyebrows. “Who is she, Cecile?” Cecile said softly, “She’s a senior at my school, and her name is Shamaine Hoffman.” Shamaine looked at Cecile with deep resentment and jealousy in her eyes. Kayson shielded Cecile behind him and said nonchalantly, “How can I help you?” Shamaine said in a mocking tone, “Which sugar daddy are you? You must be deceived by Cecile's feigned promiscuous appearance, right?”

I'm so hard. Nobody will know if I watch gay porn. Nobody will know. I try to convince myself I will fucking know. Me. I'm not a fucking fa- I catch myself mid-thought. This is why Jay and Blake hate me now. Don't be a fucking bigot Louis, I tell myself. I look at the gay tab again and on an impulsive thought, click on it. The website loads to the gay content. My dick throbs in anticipation I scroll, looking at the thumbnails. A lot of it is the same as straight porn. Blowjobs... handjobs... fucking...

I wore a floral scarf around my neck, dabbed on some lipstick, put a headband on, and walked with a sway. “Hi boys!” I said, trying hard, with a flick of my fingers. “Son of a—Cosmo, you look like a gorilla in drag. You’re so ugly as a gay guy! That’s your last try! Wahaha!” Yago teased, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard you could see his tonsils. “Bro, if that’s how you look as a gay guy, forget it. You’re hideous! Your parents might disown you.” Jasper added, laughing.

“Uh… I wouldn’t know.” Celia’s breath caught. And just like that—she understood. Of course he hadn’t touched her. Not like that. Not yet. He was still grooming her. Still wearing the good-boy mask. A strange relief washed through her—twisted and ugly. He hadn’t ruined Brielle yet. “Good for you,” Celia said, slipping her lip gloss into her purse with a little click. “Hold out as long as you can. Guys like to think they own you once they’ve had you. Especially the charming ones.”

It was them—broken excuse of men whose brains and dicks had been wired wrong since birth, Most of them claim to be straight, yet they’d take anything, living or not, even their own kind, especially when they discover someone doesn’t fit the image of “straight” they brag about. And somehow, that turns you into the vilest thing on earth, driving people like me to shrink in despair, while they exist there, the hungriest, most shameless gluttons of all. I let out a bitter scoff. The sound dragged his ogle back to mine. His smile widened as if my defiance was foreplay.

“What’s his name again?” Jia snorted. “Girl, I thought older men were your type?” Yanna flipped her hair like a diva. “I never said only older men. I welcome all men—young, old—as long as they’re hot.” We all burst into laughter again. “You’re so shameless,” Jia teased between giggles. Yanna shrugged, grinning proudly. “So? I’m hot. I can afford to be shameless.” “You’re incorrigible,” Therese said with a chuckle, giving her a playful side-eye.