Julian Barboza Gay Novels & Stories

“Did his dick ever stand?” My jaw fell open, heat rising to my face. “I beg your pardon?” Caleb chuckled, the sound rich and unbothered. “Oh, come on. Everyone knows the rumors. Julian Rothwell the gay CEO, It’s not exactly hard to believe.” My hands clenched around the fabric of his jacket. “Those are rumors, nothing more. Julian isn’t, he can’t be gay.” “Really?” His brows lifted, sarcasm dripping from the single word.

Isabella replied. “How can you be sure that nothing happened between them?” I asked. “Olivia just said it herself. There was no intimacy…” Isabella replied. “But even if there was, I wouldn’t have stopped them.” “What!” I exclaimed. “Put yourself in my shoes…” Isabella continued. “The articles were all saying Julian belonged to a sexual minority group, that he was gay. I knew he wasn’t but at some point, I began to doubt myself. I just wanted him to get involved with a girl and trust me, I didn’t mind if it was a petty housekeeper. All I did was look the other way, I didn’t approve or disapprove.”

Julian’s POV “Well…I’m not really sure about this, and I wouldn’t like to assume, but…” Karyna trailed off, her voice sounding uncertain across the phone. My brows furrowed in thought as I rummaged through the cupboards, grabbing the bag of Cheetos and Pringles I had discovered earlier. “But what?” I replied, urging her to continue as I made my way to the living room and settled onto the couch, trying to get comfortable. “I think your friend, Onyx, is gay,” she finally said.

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

By Nuel ĺa ALEX P.O.V After mom finished signing my dischargment papers. I quickly stay behind to avoid her nitpick. Bouquets and get-well cards in my hands were a burden in my hands. As the maid wheeled me down the hallway, I heard whispered. With a blank face, I could hear people whispering as they stared at me. " woow, I can't believe he's a gay " a boy said " he's a shame to the music industry " one spat.

"...here you stated that you're gay but willing to be set up with our female clients. Tell me more about that, why didn't you list yourself as bisexual?" "Because I'm not, I'm gay, I love men, but I can satisfy a woman. You can check with Jacqueline." I give her my cheeky smile and she laughed and told me she will do that. "So, I have your first client, his name is Baxter Newman he's a real estate mogul, he's forty-eight, one of our longest clients. Some of the babies said that he's a Dom, but none has complaints over him, not with the kind of money he's spending on his dates."

My face is burning hot, lit to a mortified fire as Sebastian and Alejandro start loudly stumbling over their own words. When I see Paul, I swear to God... "Gentlemen, settle down!" Romo says to them. "There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed or defensive about. Embrace your sexuality; you two are a beautiful couple and I want to see your relationship flourish!" "Oigan a este," Alejandro laughs into his hands. "Listen," Sebastian says to Romo. "Alejandro and I are not gay!" Romo puckers his lips, "Hm. Are you sure?"

"Julian, please. Why are you doing this? I saved you. I loved you." "I am not gay, Elian," Julian said, walking toward him. "I love Valentina. I want a woman. I want a real life. But I want to hurt your father more. And having his son in my bed, treating him like a toy... that is the best way to break him." Julian grabbed Elian’s waist and threw him onto the bed. Elian landed hard on the mattress. Before he could move, Julian was on top of him. Julian didn't kiss him. He didn't say sweet words. He grabbed Elian’s wrists and pinned them above his head.

She was trembling so violently I thought she might faint. “Zoey,” I said close to her ear. “Hey. I’ve got you.” She clutched my jacket. “Make it stop,” she sobbed. “Gabriel please make it stop.” The mic screeched. Feedback cut through the hall and then a different voice spoke. Dominic. “Uh.. so… I’m gay. I'm in love with Julian.” The entire room snapped toward the stage. The audio stopped. The screen went black. Gasps turned into a different kind of noise. Confused murmurs. Shock. Dominic stood there holding the microphone like it weighed nothing. Julian stepped beside him, pale but determined.

His partner, Julien, leaned back casually, eyes roaming me in assessment. “We’ve seen your stats, your plays, We’re impressed. But you should know something up front.” Marco said smoothly as eased washed over me “We only sponsor athletes who are out. Gay athletes. Queer representation in sports is severely lacking, and that’s our mission. Straight athletes have the world at their feet. We’re here to balance the scales.” julian added hastily and my heart dropped to my stomach. They wanted me to be Gay? Out?. “I—” The lie shot out before I even thought about it. “I am.”