Michael B Jordan Gay Novels & Stories

“I gave you your first experience. I helped you understand what the word ‘panromantic’ meant even though it literally has nothing to do with you. And now suddenly you’re… popular?” “It’s not popularity,” I say. “They were just nice.” “Oh, they were nice,” Jordan repeats dramatically. “They were nice to you.” “Bro,” Seth says, leaning forward, “he can have more than one community.” Jordan’s mouth drops open. “No.” “Jordan,” Seth says. “No!” Jordan repeats, slapping the table. “Absolutely not. If he joins the media gays full-time, where does that leave me? On the bench? Drinking water? Passing him towels? I refuse.”

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy

“Seeing as his MC brothers aren’t the most liberal, open-minded guys on the planet, we can use it to keep you safe.” Mirrie stared at him, her mouth actually hanging open. “You – he – Ace – what?” “He’s gay, babe, and we have proof.” “What proof?” “Phone texts and pictures.” Mac paused, not wanting to say too much about Gabi. “And he knows that we know, and he confirmed it. We’ve used it once already, to force him to give up some information.” Even as he watched, her face went as white as paper. She blinked, then slid down the wall, her arms still wrapped around herself.

"No, no, no. No, Jordan Arthur. You are not getting a boner thinking about fucking Marcus." Yet, my dick got a mind of its own, as it stretched painfully, sending a jolt through me. I wrapped my hand around it without thinking, closing my eyes again. But I didn’t move my hand. I couldn’t. “You are not doing this, Jordan,” I said to myself, pulling my eyes open. “You are not gay. You are not gay.” I grabbed my towel like I was being chased and wrapped it around my waist, stalking out of the bathroom. That was when I caught it.

“It’s fine, Johnny. You're whatever you say you are. But I want you to know that no one cares if you're into guys. I have said this way too many times. No one bloody cares! Definitely not me.” The tone of his voice was a little higher than usual and he seemed to not be able to keep his hands still. “You know I've had relationships with girls ever since. I'm straight.” “I’m pretty sure you know the ‘B’ in LGBTQIA+ doesn't stand for bicycle.”

“ I knew something was up between you and Lyron because of the dressing room incident but you confessing your feelings???? Especially for another dude, is something I wouldn't have predicted in the next thirty years.” “ I remember you always saying it's gross to sleep with a male omega even if they are technically like females? Weren't you anti-gay or something?” Mirio was finding it hard to process. “ Homophobic is the word, Einstein,” Michael always found every opportunity to retort. “ I was and it's not like I like male omegas or anything like that. This is just exclusive to him,” I tried to break it down. “ We started off as agent and celebrity, to friends with benefits six years ago but

“If this is another lame attempt at apologizing—” “It’s not.” His voice cut through mine, firm and certain. I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in his tone. “Then what the hell is it?” Justin’s hands fidgeted in his lap, his leg bouncing like he was trying to build up the nerve to say whatever was sitting heavy on his chest. I waited, arms crossed, already halfway to losing my patience. Then, all at once, he blurted out: “I’m gay.”

Jake shrugged,just then someone shouted from afar. “Celinah,oh my gosh” It was Chris,Jake's twin brother who is actually gay .He was carrying two distinctive bags in his hands full of girlie shopping. He dropped the bags on the ground next to Jake and embraced me tightly . “Ohh girl,how have yoh been” He smiled holding my hands,Jake grimaced. “Am fine Chris,I can see you gleaming gal” I taunted,Chris grinned while turning slowly. “You can say that again”

, she said, and as he followed her, he looked back at me with dead shot eyes and I mischievously smiled and waved at him. While he was still trying on the cloth, my mind rewinded to what he had said earlier - even I would go for twinks, not bears - he was gay. He was just indeed, gay. My joy knew no bounds, and finally, since the night before, I could properly breathe. When he finally came out in his suit, I finally understood why Michael Jackson sang the song ‘ Speechless’. “ I know, I look ridiculous”, he said, frowning his face. “ Don't say that again because you don't. Infact, you are the exact opposite”, I said, and I was pretty sure that I was looking at him with my lovey-dovey eyes.

“Yes, I do. But people change, don't they?” “Yes, people change, but not me.” Jordan's eyelids fluttered, his heart beating erratically. “I'm so sorry, Isioma, but you and I just won't work.” “Oh, come on, Jordan. You can't be too sure.” Isioma swallowed, her heart pounding against her chest. “Won't you at least try?” Jordan shook his head slowly. “I'm terribly sorry, Isioma. I can't.” “But why, apart from the fact that you are gay?” Isioma asked, batting her eyelashes curiously. “Is it because you're into Steve?”