Gay Sleepover Stories の小説・ストーリー

“So we’ll do something different that they can’t insert themselves into. Like a girly sleepover or something.” “Ooh, I’d love to do a sleepover!” Brooke squeals, big blue eyes blinking behind the lenses of her glasses. “I haven’t had a sleepover with girlfriends since high school!” Fallon’s jaw goes slack as she turns to look at her sister like she’s offended, but Brooke just laughs, elbowing her. “Oh, c’mon, Fal, you don’t count.” Fallon looks around at the rest of us like she’s wounded, mouthing ‘ouch’. We all giggle.

"Want to tell them our naughty tale?" Kyle grinned. "If memory serves, we were in your bedroom, it was dark, and we..." He paused. "Watched The Breakfast Club. Twice. Popcorn might've been involved." He glanced at his sister. "Get your mind out of the gutter. Sleeping with Olivia would be akin to incest." Nate let out a quiet, long exhale. "Be sure to remember that." Amy looked at Nate. "So, any sordid high school tales from Chicago?"

I blinked. “A what now?” “A sleepover!” she said, already bouncing in her chair. “Like a proper movie, snacks, face masks, games, music, chaos. Everything. We need joy.” A grin stretched across my face. “You know what? You’re right. We deserve a sleepover.” “And not just any sleepover,” she added, pointing dramatically like she was proposing a mission. “A legendary one. A sleepover is so good, the anonymous gist group reports about it.”

“How does it feel?” Lucian arched his brow. “My freedom isn’t ending, Kian. It’s just changing a form.” Dominic chuckled. “He’s already in husband mode.” Leo smirked back. They played cards, shared old stories including Dominic telling a hilarious and slightly terrifying story of his own life as a teen, already outsmarting businessmen twice his age. Kian nearly choked on his drink from laughter. But by midnight, the three of them had a playful idea. Kian leaned back with a sly grin. “You know, the ladies are probably sipping champagne and laughing about us. Should we crash at night?”

I ask her from the door. She yawns wide. “I’m sure, Mom.” “Good night, sweetie. We love you very much.” “Love you too.” Gabriel closes the door and lets out a tiny sigh. “No more bedtime stories? She’s growing up too fast.” I gently bump my hip against his. “Don’t worry. We’ve still got first boyfriends, learning to drive, and all the wonders of going off to college.” He grimaces. “Please don’t remind me.”

First, I'm not gay. I'm a straight male of 19 years old. The story I'm sharing started on my 19th birthday. It was my birthday and I share it with Jeremy. Jeremy is a friend of mine. He was making 20. Their family is a rich one and I don't mean mine is broke, but middle income earners, my dad being a city trade, my mom working with him. As the state was, I couldn't organize a birthday party. The good news was, Jeremy invited me to his. We had lots of fun. However, what happened after the party is why I'm telling this story.

Scene – Later That Night The game winded down. The lights dimmed, and a soft movie played in the background. The four of them sat in a pile of blankets and pillows, the kind of chaos only real friendship could make. Stories flowed next. Greg talked about his childhood. Helena told them the first story she ever wrote. Tessy shared a secret she’d never told her mother. Leo admitted he wanted to travel the world and make music for kids like him—quiet, but full of dreams. They laughed.

said Ashlee. “You are a victim here, Ashlee. We’re the casualties. We were tired last year,” said Riki. “How can you not wear yourself out? I think almost half of the students here, you got married in the wedding booth beside the ones you kissed in the kissing booth,” said Belle. “Is there something like that here?” Gaby asked. The group frowned at her. “Have you never been to Foundation Day? Even in Canada?” Sasha asked. Gaby nodded. “At the school I was going to go to at the time. We had that in high school. I was supposed to attend when I got into acc….” Gaby couldn’t continue what she was going to say.

The setting was very romantic. This was their marital bed. They slept on the same bed for three years. Now, they were sleeping in the same bed again. Gabriella felt the scorching presence of someone lying beside her, and she couldn't ignore it. For some reason, Gabriella felt nervous. She closed her eyes for some time but couldn't fall asleep. Henry whispered, "Gabby, are you asleep?" She answered softly, "No." "Do you want to hear a story?" "Sure." Henry started to tell a story in a slow and low tone. After he finished, Henry asked again, "Are you asleep?"

Hadley teased. "I'd be married by then." "Wow, you've got multiple options then." "Why not? I have men begging in my DMs." Actually she had zero men, she had managed to chase all of them away. "On their knees or on their bellies?" Hadley joked and they both burst into laughter, ramming into each other's bodies on the soft comfort and safety provided by Hadley's bed. They both cried ouches and sorries as they fell flat on their back again. Both of them reminisced about their teenage years of taking turns with sleepovers at each other's houses.