Oscar Wilde Gay Novels & Stories

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”

“Maybe Mathew is bi.” “Please, the only genuinely bisexual people I’ve ever met have been women. Bisexual men are just gay guys who can’t commit to fully leaving the closet.” “In that case, maybe he’s just looking for a new fag hag.” Bias made a chastising clucking sound with his tongue. “Didn’t anyone tell you that terminology is passé in the gay community? It’s now considered offensive. It went out with the likes of tranny and bull-dyke.” Brad slapped the heel of his hand to his forehead. “God, I’m so out of the loop. Do gay men still worship Barbra Streisand and Judy Garland?”

“Like I already said, I sadly don’t have a boyfriend or anyone I want to you know, get married to.” “Yeah, I know. We already established that,” his mum said, Oliver giving her a questioning look. “That’s why we decided to help. That is, if you don’t mind.” “H-help?” Oliver stuttered. “Yeah, help,” Harry took his wife’s hand in his. “Like help you find someone you perhaps would be interested in.” Oliver sighed. “I’m gay, mum. Where could you possibly find another gay man who would be interested in me?”

I complimented. “Thank you but I can’t take credit for that. My husband is the green thumb, and I am the computer technician.” Whiz must have noticed my confusion when he said husband. “Yes, honey I am gay, have been since the day I entered this world” he told me with a small chuckle. “Oh no you shocked me that your married, you look so young.” The truth was he did surprise me by openly admitting he was gay, but I was also shocked that he was married.

'Again, what do you want? 'I'm Largo Maroon, I'm sure you have heard of me.' I stared at him mirthlessly. He cleared his throat. 'Yes, it's me, the Maroon. You are very lucky that I desire you company and that sinful body of yours. You stand to gain a lot from this arrangement, if you can prove to me that your body can do more than tempt men.' I'd had enough of old men to last me for eternity, my father made sure of that. 'Sorry, but I'm gay.' I lied blatantly.

“I don't need your fucking help for shit. Do you think I'm one of you? Do you think I'm–” "Gay?” I completed, my smile fading away. "Yeah, I'm gay and I am not scared to say so. But what about you.” I shifted on my bed, the metal legs creaking under my weight. "You're gay but you fuck girls. What are you trying to prove?" There was silence at first before Gillard scoffed. "I'm not fucking gay,” he whispered as though he was unsure of his answer. "Now turn and go back to bed.”

Not when we have leverage against him. The guy in the video and photos wasn’t real, but not everyone would be able to tell. They wouldn't even care to investigate. The worst thing that can happen to someone of his calibre and rank in our country is to be caught in a gay scandal. In our country, homosexuality is frowned upon. I have no idea how Killian ever came up with something like that. It would be the worst thing that could happen to Rowan if it eventually got out that he was gay.

Chapter 16 I could hear nothing but screams. I don't know what kind of kiss it was, or if a kiss has any kind, I just know that I'm drowning in the way he kisses. He sucked on my lips, and our tongues fought. I caught my breath when he walked away. He was still holding my neck. Before walking away, he whispered. "A gay man can kiss a woman, Secretary Gillian," he whispered and walked away. In an instant, his gayness returned.

"Aiden Winston! You're gay?" I caught a glimpse of Kai, walking in behind Liesel as he took his time, but his eyes were as cold as ice. I made a decision then and there. I pressed myself closer to Cody, against his broad chest, and reached up to tug coyly on his collar. Then, I acted as if I was smitten and said, "So what if I'm gay? Love knows no genders. I'm in love with him as a person, and there's nothing you can do about it."

I, Alexander Voss, twenty-seven, sole heir to the Voss Global empire, tech conglomerates, private equity, shipping lines that circled the globe, stood at the edge of the living room with a crystal tumbler of aged scotch in my hand, staring out at the lights that never slept. I was gay. Openly so in private circles, carefully managed in public ones. My father made sure of that: image was currency, and a scandal could tank billions. But tonight, the only scandal I wanted was the one standing ten feet behind me, silent as always.