Julian Barboza Gay Novels & Stories

"While you're making the call, can we have a minute? My fiancé and I need closure." My ears pick up on one word. So do Camille's. "Supposed to be your fiancée, Julian!" she snarls. The officer twitches his head in Camille's direction and then back to Julian and me, resting on where our hips touch and his arm is around my waist. His fingers have somehow managed to slip down below the hem of my shirt and his fingertips are gliding back and forth along the top of my hip. "Fine, but the door remains open and anyone who makes a run for it is getting tased." "Fair enough," Julian concurs before he turns to address everyone standing in the foyer of his childhood home. "I want to make this very, ver

"Just listen and quit being a dick." I shrugged, not saying anything as I let my focus be on the road. As if I hadn't just interrupted him, Marcelo smiled and said. "There's a popular gay bar downtown, we could go there for a drink if you want." "Since when have you been drinking at a gay bar?" I asked, genuinely currious. My brother, Marcelo was the only straight man among us, and sometimes I wondered how he could remained straight after all the years we all spent together and he had never caught the gay flu for once.

The man in coral claimed the stool next to Javier, and Diego circled around to sit beside the man in the sheer top. “I’m Julian,” the man said, offering a hand. Diego took it, feeling the warmth of his grip. Julian’s skin was smooth, his gaze heavy with suggestion. “I’ve always had a thing for the Austin Wolves,” he added. Diego signaled the bartender with a two-finger salute. “A double bourbon for me and whatever the gentleman wants,” he said, leaning in. Julian smiled, the charm offensive working as intended.

“I’m not gay.” I regarded him but his face remained in the shadows, making it even harder to read him. “Cosimo wouldn’t punish you for it. We are brothers, Augusto. Nothing will change that.” Augusto gnawed on his lip then winced. “I will have to stitch that up.” He nodded. “I’m not gay.” I tilted my head, but he continued without further prodding. “I don’t want a hooker because they don’t even like you. They screw you because you are

He's really like a brother-sister to me. He is also handsome. He's tall, has fair skin, and has a body that's just right. He has this cognac brown eyes that would make you stop and stare for a moment. He has thick-straight eyebrows, long eyelashes, long nose, thin lips, and spiky hair. Any girl would fall head over heels for him but he is such a waste because he's different from all the other boys. He is gay. Yes, you read it right. A handsome man like Josh Diamanté is gay. It's funny because he's gay but he has a deep baritone voice.

"It's more than that. I want to reinforce Sean's compliance. I'd like him to be used by a man, you know, suck cock or get ass fucked. He won't like it, which is the reason I want to tell him to do it." Julia and I looked at one another. Shit! I was willing to do just about anything for Shasta, but this was asking for a lot. "Yeah, I'm not sure I can do that, Shasta. I've never had a desire to be with a man, and I don't think I want to start now." "Do you think it's because people might view you as gay, Master?" Julia said. "Your slaves can attest to the fact you're not gay. None of us would look at you any differently because you helped Shasta with this."

"I see. But anytime you are with this Oliver, you always want to press him on the wall and kiss him?" Kane shrugged and answered in embarrassment, "something like that" he looked at Miller, "no one must hear about this, I haven't break your legs for telling Gabe about this." "You can be rest assured that Gabe won't tell anyone, he is my cousin and he knows who you are. Who will believe him when he says that Kane Boron is a gay? The women you have been with will laugh at him." "Are you indirectly calling me a womanizer?" Kane threatened.

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.

“Are you jealous?” Thirdie didn’t answer. He just looked at her with that unreadable expression. Katalina laughed softly. “You are jealous.” He still didn’t speak, his lips tightening slightly. She stopped laughing when she saw his serious face. “Okay, okay, don’t look at me like that,” she said, still smiling a little. “Steve’s gay.” That made Thirdie pause. “What?” Katalina nodded, still serious this time. “He’s gay. You can relax.”

The walls were closing in and he felt he was suffocating with failure and fatigue. He craved release. He needed to be fucked so throughly to shut his brain entirely. He changed into a fitted black button down that clung to his lean toned torso and his finest jeans which accentuated his long legs and firm ass. He grabbed his keys and stepped outside into the cool New York night. Twenty minutes later, he pushed through the unmarked door of Velvet, an exclusive, low profile gay bar tucked discreetly in the upper east side. Inside, the lighting was dim amber,the music smooth and sensual. Julian sat at the bar and ordered a double whiskey, neat and scanned the room. His gaze landed on a man sitti