Michael B Jordan Gay Novels & Stories

I just couldn’t fathom, couldn’t grasp the fact that what he had just said was actually the truth. My father…Jonathan Winters, the man who had always prided himself for being the indomitable business tycoon, the heartless bastard who had always hated me for being his gay son…was gay himself? What the hell? Was this some kind of joke…some kind of new way for him to hurt me now that all of his other methods had failed? I felt light-headed and dizzy, so I searched for something solid, something real, and, on instinct, my gaze landed on Kai.

After everything I've done for Michael. I gave him my heart but he broke it. I gave him my love but he betrayed me. And now, he wants my life? “It is no one other than his boyfriend. Donovan,” Clara exposed, placing his picture in front of me. “Donovan and Michael are a thing? Michael is gay?” I stiffened in disbelief. My eyes bulged out of their sockets in shock.

He’s gay,’ Elena said woodenly, crouching down beside Michael to ask him if he was all right. ‘Gay?’ Andrea thundered in disbelief. ‘Gay,’ Michael confirmed, squinting at Elena in surprise and then back at Andrea. ‘Didn’t she mention it?’

Smithers asked. "Mr. Quinn engaged in giving oral sex to anonymous men, between four and sex men on each observed occasion," Agent O'Shea replied, glancing over at Quinn and seeing face flushed crimson. "He further engaged in receiving anal sex from one to two men on each observed occasion." "Your Honor, this is deplorable," Mr. Jordan said. "It is not against the law to be gay in our society today. It certainly doesn't imply any sort of moral turpitude."

He is totally down in the dumps. “Jordan, for what it is worth, I know people can change. I believe you mean everything you said and if you meet a military man named Theo Jackson down there tell him that Nova would rather have no father than a homophobic one and he can kiss my ass!” I chuckled and Jordan cracked a half smile giving me a first bump.

That's not slow. Okay fine. We're taking it emotionally slow. Physically we're moving at warp speed. Just don't get hurt, okay? Former NFL player with no experience with men is a recipe for heartbreak if he decides this isn't what he wants. I stared at Jordan's message, anxiety twisting in my gut. He was right. Mason was figuring out his sexuality, dealing with the end of his career, navigating a massive identity crisis. There was a very real possibility that once he worked through all that, he'd realize I was just a stepping stone. An experiment. A phase.

Maxwell "What the f*ck, Michael?!" I found my voice after almost a minute of staring at the photo that was on my phone, and some lady tried to stop Diane from looking at the picture. It wasn't even a lady he had been cheating with but a guy. A guy. Michael was gay. I couldn't believe it even though I was saying it and looking at the evidence. My brother was gay. "Seriously?" He said in response, looking at Raya, not me, and she raised her hands.

He grimaced, the word stabbing Nathan right in his heart making him grip Ivan’s hip tighter. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." A voice said as it's owner made himself a way through the small crowd of boys. "Let's not judge each other by our sexualities, i'm gay, Nathan’s bi, you're straight, big deal." Jordan said, finally making it in front of Bryant, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But i mean, if you got a problem against the LGBTQ+ community, i'm sure you can discuss it with the football team, we'll gladly listen to your bullshit". He said a large smile gracing his soft features. Bryant shook his head, he knew how good of a troublemaker Jordan was, despite keeping a happy go lucky image and a cute app

She takes shit from the media, the players, and hell, other women. Mike Goodwyn came back at Jordan on his next show with a lineup of women, including a psychologist, who all agreed that Jordan shouldn't be playing pro football. One of them even quoted the Bible. Something about women remaining silent. My eye roll was so exaggerated my eyes should have stuck to the back of my skull when that aired.

James sighed and put his hands in his pocket. "Awwn I am blushing," Michael mocked him. He was certain James had lost his mind but he was helping him. "Now let's get the fuck out before we are found out!" Michael said. "That's gay shit!" James said. Michael smiled. "Americans would be offended if they found out you are homophobic." "Well, Americans can't see me now," James said with a smile. He glanced at his watch. "Follow my lead, the shift rotates now, it is our chance." He handed a small gun to Michael and walked slowly to the door.