Matt Rife Gay Novels & Stories

he paused, choosing the word, "you're beautiful, Annie. I just wondered how he—" "Matteo is gay," I said simply. Grey blinked. "Ah." "He loved a girl once, a long time ago, and she broke something in him that he decided not to repair in that direction," I said. "He doesn't talk about it much. But after her he closed that door and he has never opened it again. He sees me as a sister. Completely and genuinely. There has never been anything else between us." Grey nodded slowly, turning this over. "What about your mom?" he asked, and his voice was gentler now, careful in the way of someone who has sensed they are walking toward something fragile. "You said she worked a lot. Where is she now?"

She sure knows how to change the topic. "Yeah, you are almost 30. You need to think of getting a partner." I added. "I do want to, but I haven't met the person I like. I hope I find that guy soon." Ralph replied. Oh, there's a thing I forgot to tell, Ralph is gay. Yes, and only me and Celine know about this. He thinks it makes mum and dad awkward around him so he wanted us to keep it a secret. He had his first love when he was 19 and that bastard left him saying it was just a fling. He was heartbroken since then and it took a long time to recover. But he's fine now.

Now Prince was pimping him out. "Thank you" Matt replied Sergetti with shaky voice. "Then when are we going to start preparing for the sacrifice" Prince asked. He had left their former discussion "Do you have a permanent partner?" Sergetti ignored Prince to talk with Matt. He was definitely asking if he had a gay partner. If Matt had had some chances he could rely on. He would hold him by the neck and scream into his face that he kidnapped his wife. "Actually, I don't" Matt stared at his own legs. It seemed he was very shy.

One of the women dragged me back into an ongoing conversation. I smiled awkwardly. "I don't know." "Her husband doesn't have any female friends. We were all surprised when they started dating," someone else chimed in. "Yeah, Liam and Matt were so close we thought they were dating. I mean, doesn't Liam look gay?" They all burst into laughter, but I couldn't bring myself to join in, clenching my fists offended. As if that wasn't enough someone else added, "Liam must be a bottom. I can't picture Matt bending over for anyone."

But yet he knew he liked Spade He'd never been with anyone emotionally before, or even sexually, except.... He trailed off before shaking his head discreetly to rid it of that thought, that didn't count. Matteo's cocked his brows at him playfully "You see, yet you like him, gay or not, it doesn't matter, what matter is how someone makes you feel" Matteo muttered out "And about Spade being way out of your standard, I don't think that's true" he added making Nate almost scoff out, Matteo shouldn't flatter him, he knew the truth and he just said it.

Levi doesn't answer, but remains static, staring at me as if I've told him the sun won't rise tomorrow. "I didn't know that," he says after a while. And I can't help but laugh more. "Of course not," I say, letting my forehead rest against his chest. "If you had asked me, or seen him better, you would have found out. Matt was actually his first love." "He and Matt were...?" Levi begins to ask. "Hell, No!" I laugh. "But it was the way Diego realized that he was gay, because he was attracted to Matt, more than to any girl."

he said. “Oh my God, Rico,” Jessi gasped while James laughed and Sofia shook her head. Ryan looked vexed. “Oh, you did not just-” “-Oh yes I did,” Rico cut in. “And damn it! He’s still not moving.” He clapped in frustration. “Rico, that was below the belt,” Ryan said. “You called me homosexual.” “Which is what you are.” “I’m gay. It’s different.” “No, you just have an existential crisis,” Ryan replied. He was still completely devoid of motion.

Instead of going to find Matt, I decide to get a soda for myself first. One perk of being on the planning committee for the event was that I got to sneak in some stuff I liked. My eyes still glance around, looking for Matt —and Levi, though I wouldn't say it aloud— and I find him by a corner, pestering a female colleague of ours. She seems so interested in whatever rubbish he's saying, and the eyes she gives him make me wonder if she's forgotten he's gay. She has to know. Anyone around Matt knows that he doesn't hide his sexuality. She's probably one of those ladies who have the "I can change him" mentality.

“We all know you’re an assfucker, so--- he started. But the door slammed. And I realized Noah was gone. Something inside me snapped. “You know,” I said, reaching for my bag, “you spend a lot of time thinking about gay sex for a guy who’s been benched half the season.” The air went still. “You trying to tell us something, Matty?” I dragged his name out, slow and mean. Matt’s mouth opened. Closed. He didn’t say shit. I grabbed my hoodie, shoved the phone and the note in my bag, and slung it over my shoulder.

But still unyielding. They sat. The cameras flashed. Ethan leaned into the mic. “My name is Ethan Blackwood. I’m twenty-one years old. I’m gay. I’m in love with a man who raised me but he didn’t raise me as a father. He protected me from the very world now trying to crucify us. And I refuse to apologize for loving someone who has only ever made me feel safe.” The room froze. Then it exploded.