Gays For Cash Novels & Stories

“What are you all even talking about? Why would I get married to some random dude. I don’t even know him or even if I did, I do not want to get married.” “Look at this from a brighter perspective, Felix.” “You know, all my life,” Felix scoffed. “I’ve always thought you both were secretly homophobic towards me and here you both are. Asking me to get married to a man.” “This isn’t about being homophobic or not,” his dad said then exhaled. “The youngest billionaire in our country is gay too. And luckily and quite surprisingly, they are interested in you. You should jump at it. This is an opportunity for you to be-“

I ask, jerking my chin toward Echo. They look at each other, then at me in perfect unison. “Oh come on, no fucking way!” I protest. “I am not putting my ass on the line. If he hits me, I’m out of work for a week, just so you’re aware.” The guys burst out laughing, but I’m dead serious. “You’re gay,” Ghost says, patting my shoulder like that solves everything. “You seeing those flyers? He won’t care. Us? We’re getting beaten. Good luck.”

“This is just role play. You do not need to be gay to play with gay men just let them see your dick or let them have naughty conversations with you and they pay. That is all.” “Okay then but if i am to do this, i would do it with someone that has enough money.” “Yes, of course. The goal is to get paid, instantly.” I took up my phone and started going through the sites of the gay men that accepted my friend request, looking for who looked to be the richest. “Hey Sam, how are you doing? Can we get to know each other better? You look so handsome on your page and I might have a thing or two for you, baby boy!”

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

Her inner walls pulsed, keeping that supreme male hardness buried deep inside her. After the sexual haze cleared from her mind, his legs twitched behind hers. Then his hot tongue zigzagged up her spine causing her to shiver anew. “See? I think you smell good. You taste good too. Sorta like my own personal salt lick, eh?” Gemma was too stunned to speak. “You okay?” “Mmm-hmm.” Cash pulled out and swore. “Shit. I forgot a condom.” “I doubt I can get pregnant at my ripe old age.” She pushed herself off the stall into an upright position. “You know I haven’t been with anyone since Steve. I sort of missed the whole AIDS scare. What about you?”

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

I thought that she was just using me to pay off her debts, but it seems like she's also selling me. Well, what's the difference between the two, right? Because both of them would just lead me to becoming a prostitute. "You're such a cautious one, mommy! You should be grateful that your son looks delicious!" the gay guy said while shaking his head, then he took out a white envelope. The others followed suit, taking out envelopes from their bags. Then, they gave the remaining envelopes they had, which I assumed contained money.

So that night, after his mom went to bed and the house was quiet, Ethan lay on his bed with his phone in his hand and did the only thing he could think of. He went on G****e and searched “gay p**n.” A bunch of links popped up immediately. His face heated up as he scrolled past the thumbnails, heart beating faster than it should. He clicked on one that looked the least intimidating , just two guys in a bedroom setting. The video started playing right away. It featured two men. One was a tall, muscular guy with broad shoulders and defined abs, clearly the more dominant one. The other was smaller, leaner, with a twinkish build—smooth skin, slim waist, and an eager expression. They were both com

Kathy asked and I shrugged. “A thousand grand as well,” I replied and Kathy gave a slight nod. Seems like I'm getting the money after all, cause that guy is fucking gay, and no one in his right senses would turn me down. I went upstairs to take a shower, before slipping on my black pants and black shirt. Soon the party started, I stayed by the corner, waiting for Caleb Miles. I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, as my eyes stayed glued to the door. Soon the douchebag walked in with another guy, who was all over him.

No one at the company must know about us. Then it was time for the auction. "Stop worrying. I bet no one will bid on me," I whispered to Ethan before getting up on stage. I was wrong. "Five thousand dollars!" A man in a grey suit yelled from the back. "Ten thousand dollars," another man yelled. I guess these men somehow knew I was gay, so the offers were coming from them. Who told them? Must be the organizer. My eyes searched for Ethan in the crowd but he was nowhere to be seen. Did he get jealous and leave?