Sam Wilson Gay Novels & Stories

Ethan then shook his head. "He fired me, Chrys," said Ethan. "And so that is what bothers you? For the past week? Come on, Ethan. You may be even richer than him," Chrystyn said, hoping to make a joke. Ethan shook his head again. Silence took over. "I think I am gay." Chrystyn already knew. He sobbed. "And please, do not tell Mellow."

I whimpered as my legs began to shake uncontrollably around his waist and tears flowed down my cheeks. He bucked his hips into me, hitting that spot that made me want to scream. “Don’t you dare drop your legs from around me!.” He slipped out of me before forcefully ramming into me again. “KING!” I yelled his name. His Fake Name. “Silas” He grunted in response as he picked up the pace when he told me his real name, slamming into me even harder. I was over the edge. I was shaking. I was screaming. I was crying tears of incredible pleasure.

Liam asked. Jackson gestured at the framed picture that sat on Wren’s desk. “Best friend. It didn’t matter how many times I reminded him that I’m gay, he was positive we were having sex whenever that was turned on.” Liam reached up and pulled the picture closer. “She’s a wolf.” He glanced between Wren and Jackson, then back at the picture. “You weren’t…” His voice trailed off. “Nope. Just friends. I’m gay. She’s gay. You can see how that wouldn’t work out.”