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I replied, my face turning red. "So you guys already did it??" he gasped. "Well no…" I say. "But something happened, didn't it?" he asked. "Yeah… and I liked it more than I should have" I groan. "Awwn, I can relate. Sexy men are our weakness" he said while chuckling. Oops, did I forgot to mention Gabe is gay? that was the only reason I was comfortable sharing all this with him. "Yeahhh" I replied, fake crying.

Left behind just a shawl from the loom of Athena- her wedding gift, she let Hades's eyes feasted on her whole virgin form. Her charming, ambrosia-like complexion intimated even the earlier Aphrodite when that goddess was still a blooming maiden. The gracious flush of her skin and those nimble limbs stirred a coursing fire in Hades's veins. Her stare darkened further. With such an unblemished beauty by appearing naked except for a thin silken garment veiling her entrancing lower parts, Hades secretly wished a gust of wind would have blown that garment aside so that it would reveal her virgin bloom; but she was also glad that she was the only one, who would wantonly breathe directly upon it, c

“You were staring like a starving slut earlier. Open that pretty mouth. Worship it.” Alex parted his lips hesitantly. The musky scent hit him hard: clean sweat, soap, and raw male essence. He leaned in, tongue flicking out tentatively to taste the head. Salty. Intoxicating. Jax’s patience snapped. He tangled thick fingers into Alex’s damp hair and thrust forward, forcing the fat head past his lips.

“Guys, I think it’s about time I tell you about me...” He readied himself to reveal something to them, “I’m gay. Yes, yes I am. I prefer b*tts*x over normal intercourse.” WHAT. THE. F*CK?! Chastine and Juste could only cuss in bewilderment.

“Well, you are his little bitch. I heard rumors about him being a certain type as well.” A certain type? “Tell me you are fucking kidding me,” I scoff, throwing the tissues I was crumbling in my hands into the bin angered. “You can’t be serious!” He looks at me with wide eyes as I lift my finger into his face. “Gay men don’t hump each other simply because they are gay. I might be his bitch workwise but there is nothing going on in that sense.” “Come on,” he grins, pushing me slightly. “I was just joking.”

"Ow! Fuck!" As soon as I entered the firehouse, it did not take long for me to discover that the most guys have a little homosexuality within them regardless of which category they use to define their sex. Guys in general will take any excuse to pull our dicks out, be naked, spank each other's asses, wrestle onto the floor, etc…I think it's just the testosterone in them. Well, in them men. Me? I've only ever desired men. Micah chuckles. "You deserved that."

Vanya shifts beside me. “They wouldn’t like me doing this,” Tyler says. “But it’s the only way I can really show them how much they mean to me.” “They?” Vanya repeats. Everywhere is silent. He lets the silence stretch. Holy fuck. “I’m gay,” he throws his hands up and let them fall heavily to his sides. “I’m a fag. I like boys or one boy.” The words land like someone threw a brick at my stomach. “I like his cock.” Vanya gasps loudly, turning to me. Her eyes are bugging out of her head.

"What do you mean by changing my clothes? I can't see any nearby restrooms here, bastard." "Stop calling me that. Grandpa will notice. And, just change here. Come on. You're not my type. Even if you flaunt your entire naked body before me, I won't jump on you. Also, I don't like women." "What? So, you're actually gay? Holy shit. No joke? The infamous Chevalier was actually homophile?"

I'm really not sure if that fucking gigolo is really gay or not. Everybody says he's gay because he's into arts and stuff, but no one has ever seen him fucking anyone. He has sent all the slave girls and boys sent into his tent back intact all these days. That's weird. The most suspicious thing is, he doesn't even bother to look at me all these days, which is highly unusual for a gay man. Plus, I didn't like the way he stared at the she-wolf while she was dancing in front of him. It was too fucking salacious.

This was definitely going to be hard to resist this fine specimen of a man. My fingers lingered on his well-sculpted body. I found myself moaning pleasurably with a naughty smirk. If you could only Tame me, Mr. Black! My core clamped repeatedly. "Carla, stop this now." He removed my hand from his chest and I frowned. "Are you gay?" I blurted out loud without thinking. "No, I'm not." He answered back with a scowl. " Why would you ask me that?" "Well because you watched me bathe and did nothing, and now I touch you, you reject me. I'm I that ugly?"