Good Gay Romance Novels & Stories

Raven gets slowly on his four, and then up to his feet, helping himself on the wall. “If you want to lose your teeth --” “Hey, hey,” I say, raising my hands. “Raven, shut your mouth. And you—he doesn’t do that, okay? He doesn’t do it for money or anything. As for him being gay, it’s none of your business.” The guy frowns. “Are you his boyfriend or something?”

she asked, lowering her voice and raking her fingers over my arm. Pity. I couldn’t get my dick hard imagining fucking her. She was cute, attractive, big tits, but I hadn’t felt anything stir with my little friend down there for women ever since I slept with men. Occasionally, it did, but it was barely a yearly occurrence like the Perseid meteor. “Sorry, darling, I’m—” “Gay.” We both looked at the grooms as they marched towards us. They wore matching pastel suits and soft smiles. I nodded at Aaron as he gave me a bro-hug, patting my back and slapping my shoulder. “He’s gay, Sydney.”