Queer Novels & Stories

Her sweet voice and laughter echoed as she would ask him innocent questions, “so gay means happy right daddy?” He nodded, “yes, so does joyful, cheerful and many others mean happy, why so interested are you not happy?” She giggled, “I’m happy daddy, and so is Kathy, she said she was gay.”

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

Queer people. The words stayed there longer than anything else he said. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, staring at him, like if I looked long enough I could force it to make sense. “Leave me alone you fucking bastards. I don't even know what make you think it's okay to kiss your own gender and walk around doing this shit.”

"Calm down Mr. Boron, I didn't mean to agitate you but you see, your case is very special and I don't know what to say. This is a matter of attraction, I'm not a love doctor." "What are you trying to say, that I'm in love with my best friend who is a man?" "No, no, I didn't say that. I mean that your friend is attracted to you. Well, the first question will be if he is a gay? You know." "No, I don't know" Kane shook his head with a stone cold face, "so what is my best chance of avoiding this calamity?" "Well, homosexuals hardly make friends with men, they prefer to hang out with girls so that they will feel among. So, this friend of yours, does he act like a lady or prefer to sit around and

(; ﾟ 3ﾟ )~♪ “Uh…” Trey ran his hand through his spiky black hair, “I know how you feel. I get mistaken for a straight man all the time…” “Yes, yes, that’s normal.” Fynn echoed, “No one has their sexuality written on their face…” “Straight bro, don’t be sad, ah! We accept all sexualities into the heartbroken club!” Case unreservedly directed a welcoming look to this comrade whose crush, just like her brother, couldn’t even recognize the sexuality of her admirer for so many years. “Welcome, welcome. Here, have another drink.”

"That's big coming from someone like you." At this point, I'm sick of it all. The insults, being treated like I'm lesser than them just because I'm small and sometimes meek. I'm tired of Ander not ever realizing my worth. "What's wrong with someone like me?" I snap. "Someone so desperate for love and sex that they'd open their legs for brothers. Where one brother is in a relationship and the other is questioning his sexuality." I'm confused. "Who is questioning their sexuality?" Ander finally lets go off me. "It's not me that's for sure. Archer isn't gay. Has never been and it's definitely not you that'll make him rethink that. Give up."

His partner, Julien, leaned back casually, eyes roaming me in assessment. “We’ve seen your stats, your plays, We’re impressed. But you should know something up front.” Marco said smoothly as eased washed over me “We only sponsor athletes who are out. Gay athletes. Queer representation in sports is severely lacking, and that’s our mission. Straight athletes have the world at their feet. We’re here to balance the scales.” julian added hastily and my heart dropped to my stomach. They wanted me to be Gay? Out?. “I—” The lie shot out before I even thought about it. “I am.”

I shrieked, turning away and covering my face. “Emi, I swear, you’re the only one in the pack with an unnatural propensity against nudity.” He sighed. I could hear him tugging on his clothes from the day before and waited until I was certain he finished dressing before turning back to face him, an indignant expression plastered across my face. “I’m also the only one in your ‘pack’ that isn’t one of you.” I replied, “I’m only human D, and no matter how ‘natural’ werewolves find nudity I refuse to incline myself towards your animalistic ways.”

he blurted. The words registered, but the implications behind his statement were difficult to grasp. “You’re… what?” “Gay. Homosexual.” She blinked and shook her head slightly. “You’re… what?” she repeated. “I like guys, okay?” He glanced over his shoulder. “I’m g*y. Is it that hard for you to understand?”

She finished off her glass of wine in a single gulp and Lisa poured her some more. "I'm fairly certain," I said, looking up at her from between her legs. "Another slave recently told me sexual orientation is not about who you fuck, it's about who you want to fuck. Since she preferred cunt all the time, she considered herself a lesbian. Since I would prefer cock, I'm heterosexual." "If you just started, how did you become so good?"