Love Of Gay Novels & Stories

" Do you understand, Kathy? " Painfully, Kathy said. " Yes. " " I b-bet you did stuff that hurt your grandmother, too, but she forgave you, didn't she? Because she loved you? " Kathy slowly nodded. " It's the same with my brother. " Hallie said fiercely. " He's afraid to love, and that's why... " Fighting back tears, she said unevenly. " Once, there was a man he loved very much... " " Yuri is gay? "

He is always on about how homosexuality is a sin, how we should wait till our wedding night and yada yada—yet here he is, growling like a pig; a disrespect to those cuties, while thrusting his shaft into another man– his fellow priest, unaware of my presence. Sincerely, I'm more disappointed than hurt, maybe because I never really loved him. I only agreed to date him because of mother Agnes—my foster mother. "Ah, damnit…fuck! yes, I love this… right there daddy. I want this… haaa yeah… right that, all day." I almost scowled but damn, look at that stroke. This, for real, deserves an award as the best gay p**n I have ever watched. It's my first though but who's counting.

I screamed in excitement. Finally pleased with satisfaction of fucking Reuben of all gay I'd ever felt something for. And yes, just as there are other people who aren't gay like us, we do choose or rather our hearts does choose who to love. We don't just have sex with anyone who isn't attractive to us. We do grow feelings, except it's a gay whore. And that, is something you will be getting to know if am part of or just a spoilt bad boy, everyone wants to have a night of hot pleasures with.

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.

I say, looking at him pointedly. “Yes!” I spend the next hour being interrogated by him about the whole thing and he asks some very...inappropriate questions that have me blushing pretty much the whole time. “Ugh, I am literally so jealous of you right now. Selfishly, I wish he was gay.” “So you’re not weirded out by it?” “Please, Manhattan is the epi-centre of inappropriate relationships. I’m pretty sure you guys don’t even qualify around here. You barely knew each other before this year and you’re not actually related.”

But my mind… my past… my reality—they all came crashing in before the word could ever leave my lips. I couldn’t say it. I didn’t deserve it. Not the life he was offering. Not the freedom. Not him. ⸻ My father’s voice echoes in my head, just like it always does. “The richer the man, the more you must give to keep him.” I used to believe that. I was raised to believe that. Love wasn’t something soft or real—it was a transaction. Power. Control. Alignment. Marriage wasn’t about happiness. It was about advantage.

The only problem was, that was just the beginning. “I love you, baby. You are my son, and yes you are right, you will always be my little Pukie no matter what happens. Being gay doesn't defy who you are.” She cradled my face and stared at me, “We all have a choice to love who we love, and I can not hate you for that. You hear me?” She jerked my head while she stared at me with the softest of looks. I felt everything pooling in a paddle inside of me.

I calmed myself down and looked at him expectantly. He spoke; "I'm gay, Aito" What? I blinked. "I'm gay and I'm in love with you" ... ... Fuck.

Adrian’s POV I knew I was gay. I had always known. My first lover taught me that the hard way. He had whispered promises into my ear one night, then woke up the next morning claiming he was straight. By that evening, he was already in another man’s arms. That betrayal carved something deep inside me, and I locked my heart against love. At first, I told myself I didn’t feel anything anymore. That was safer. That was easier.