Real Gay Stories Novels & Stories

dad said calmly and he cussed. "Please…" I whispered and he sat down, anger radiating on his face. "Has it ever crossed your mind why I never gave birth when I got a woman?" He started and we both paused. Why? Why'd he do that? Of course someone in his status should have remarried and given birth. "Why?" I asked, my voice as scared as a kitten. "I'm impotent" he dropped the bombshell and I stared in shock. What? Isn't there a cure?

Heidi was next in line to tell a story, and she told them a hot one about her ex-husband being dominant with her for the first time. Rachel and Becky were next, followed by Mark who all had relatively boring stories. Marie and Ed easily told a story each about swinging, and Molly told the story of the time she was with another woman. Drake followed it up with a story about a time in college where he had a fun time with one of his professor's daughters. Finally, it got back to Dana, sitting next to Duncan. She smiled and looked around quietly. "Well, based off Kelly's example, I'd have to say that I really enjoyed getting to play with Duncan the last time I was here. For those that didn't rea

The truth had long since been buried beneath layers of speculation, and now, it seemed, people preferred fiction over fact. Some of the stories were so absurd, so far removed from reality, that I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or rage. One version claimed I had caught Ryker in bed with Alara, his body still tangled with hers, and that I had nearly beaten her to death in a fit of madness. It was ridiculous. If I had ever found him like that, I wouldn’t have wasted my energy on her—he would have been the one I killed. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that I just wanted people to shut up.

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I ended up contacting her directly and set up a meeting. At first, Cecilia hesitated, clearly afraid to see me. I didn't give her the chance to avoid me—I laid everything out over the phone. "If you don't see me, I'll just tell Charlie all your secrets." "Don't bluff," she said warily. "I'm not. You've got too many secrets for that to work," I replied confidently. "You've worked the nightclubs, lied to Charlie about having leukemia, and you're not even having his baby."

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have asked you that.” Leo buried his face in my shoulder and cried without a sound. Then, he suddenly looked up at me. “You know about Auntie Maria and Dad’s ceremony, don’t you?” “Dad told me it’s not a real mating. Mom, please don’t be mad, okay? He loves you.” I said nothing, unwilling to shatter his innocent hope. After dinner, the housekeeper took Leo upstairs for his bath. I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed.

I rubbed it into my skin, feeling dirty and free at the same time. When I got home that night, Richard was waiting, looking tired like a wounded lamb. “Where were you?” he asked. “Getting fucked by two men,” I said honestly. “They made me come many times. Something you could never do.” Richard’s face showed pain, but I saw his cock twitch in his pants. He was turned on by my words.

I whispered, almost to myself. And somehow, I knew… it would never be the same. “I wouldn’t know,” he mutters, leaning back, eyes dark in thought. “Never had sex that… mattered.” I raise an eyebrow. “Can’t you, though? If you wanted it?” He scoffs, a bitter little laugh curling his lips. “You’d be shocked. Dating while gay? It’s a circus. The bar is underground. Getting laid is easy enough, but anything real… anything that sticks? Forget it. Apps make hooking up simple, sure, but finding… lasting… something genuine? A nightmare. A fucking disaster. One night stands everywhere, and the next day, it’s back to ghosts and swipes.”

“You want my story? Fine. I’ll give it to you.” I turned in his arms, looking up at him. “My real name’s Jackson Rivera. I grew up in foster care after my mom OD’d when I was nine. Bounced around until I was sixteen, then I ran. Lived on the streets, danced in underground clubs to eat. Learned fast that sex sells, but it also gets you hurt. Had a boyfriend once,Dylan. Sweet kid. We were gonna get out together. Marcus offered him a ‘private gig.’ Dylan never came back. Overdose. Official story. But I know better. Marcus sold him to some rich fuck who liked it rough. Too rough.”