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He chuckled. “There are many ins and outs of gay sex, doctor, but they aren’t very different from straight sex. I just want to clarify beforehand that we gay guys get a lot of press about being sex mongers ready to drop our trousers at the first opportunity to hit it with a ready and willing hottie.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

I repeat, finally wrapping my head around the news. “Goddess forbid," I exclaim, jumping away from him like an African mother that just got told she lost her child. The guy giggles. “Ironic, isn't that? The big, bad, ruthless, homophobic Alpha is secretly gay." I shake my head like I'm trying to chase off a swarm of bees surrounding my head. “No. Hell No. You're fucking crazy. I'm not gay. I'm not fucking gay. I'm a man. A real man. I can't be mated to you. I'm not mated to you. Never. Not in this life and any other life. You're delusional." I say, not sure if I am trying to convince him or myself.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

His voice. "You've never been with a girl alone?" "Huh... Do I look like I've not?" "You... You were accused of being gay." "Do you think I am? I know I'm handsome but am I that beautiful to be gay?" Is he flirting... "Huh, tell me." "I...what...you..." He wanted to touch my hair but I flinched. What's with guys and my hair. "What?" "I don't like men touching my hair." He smiled. "So now, I'm a man to you?"

'' ''Go ahead, it's not like I care. At first, he would have been scared for anyone to find out that he was gay. He was so afraid that the few men he had sex with would have ratted him out, but surprisingly they kept their mouth shut. Never using it to solicit money from him. They were the only men he had have ever 'experimented' with, but then there came Chance. He felt a spark when he first laid eyes on him; he thought it would go away, but no, Chance evaded his very being.

Their postures were deceptively relaxed, but Emma could sense the tension that ran through them like an electrical current—they were ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Emma studied the men carefully, taking in their appearance with a clinician's eye for detail. Leather jackets hung open to reveal bare chests adorned with tattoos of varying quality and subject matter. Multiple piercings decorated their faces and bodies, catching the light with each movement. Their hair was dyed in unnatural colors—vibrant reds, blues, and greens that stood out starkly against the monochrome backdrop of the building. They were the epitome of a motorcycle gang, with one crucial difference

I asked, grinning at him. “No, I mean..yes. He is super hot. Although, I am not sure he would be your type anyway. He can be a bit impressive in the sense that he looks cold, but he is very strict. Just don't mess with him, all things considered, don't mess with anyone and especially not Grayson's friends.” “Okay ooo. So we have four childhood friends who are all homos and play kinky?” I asked. “Kind of, at different levels. They all have their specific kinks.”

"I'm tired of looking through my viewfinder at nothing but waxed, hairless Boy Wonders who look like they've got a bag of golf balls down their shorts. What ever happened to guys with chest hair? I love sinking my fingers into a thick mat of chest hair." "Eew," Marion said, nose wrinkling. "Next, you'll be telling me you like hairy backs." "I might not go that far," Jaylee admitted. "But I can't see myself with a guy who shaves his underarms and trims his pubic hair down to a wisp!" "Hey, fair's fair. Women have been doing that for centuries. You've had bikini waxes; I know you have." "That's different. Haven't you ever wanted a wild man, Mare?"

Hale is not going to be the guy for me. “That is so cool! So there is an Alpha who’s gay? What’s he like? How many packs are there in the world? How many are in your pack? Are there other supernatural creatures beyond werewolves? Where are they? What are they?” River and Sage started to bombard Hale. Most people would get annoyed with their constant and loud questions. Yet Hale smiled calmly, letting them get their questions out before answering them. Does this guy ever get agitated? “Yes, Alpha André is gay. From my understanding, he’s been out since younger than you. I’ve never met him myself, but my son and his fiancée describe him as over the top, always smiling, always looking to improv