Stories About Gay Men Novels & Stories

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

No wonder Linux has been sharing stories about Nathan Clemon on his Twitter account! All of a sudden, everything clicked in Hilda's head. Everyone had a good time that night while discovering many secrets about each other. For example, they found out that Linux was gay. Furthermore, Kyle and Thomas forgot to remove the intimate picture on their I* Stories as well as their coming out announcement. Alas, someone had screenshot the picture and sent it to an entertainment magazine, which announced it on their Twitter account that night. Needless to say, it attracted a lot of attention.

“Dad, can you believe? Justin is a fag. He's gay.” Upon hearing this, Evan’s brows furrowed, and he raised his brows in surprise. "June, your son. Justin is gay?" Evan asked, clearly shocked by the announcement. Upon hearing this, June shrugged indifferently and smiled. "We are not against his sexual orientation.” As soon as she completed her words, she turned back to the house. June thought it was a big issue when she was hearing a lot of noise. She didn’t know the boys were arguing about Justin’s sexual orientation. However, she wasn’t worried about the two boys at all.

CHAPTER 219: Away From Work Adam's POV: I have a secret. I love Gracia, but I can't help to fuck and like other men. Yes, I am gay. I was recently traveling on business, attending a national conference at a hotel in the city. I was eager to learn and expand my professional network, but I honestly never expected that I would raise my ass for a lovely gentleman with a huge cock.

Dominic told me many straight men enjoy pegging and anal play and I should tell Claudia about this, but I fear she will never understand. I saw all those dildos and vibrators in Gabriel’s dresser and envy he and my son for being able to openly admit what they enjoy. “How do you know about the things Dominic is into?” I ask, cautiously and fearful of the response I may hear. “We are both gay men,” Gabriel says. “We talk, we bond and we notice things about one another. Say… the stance, the tone of voice, the tattoo that shows he is part of the community and a dom.”

If a gay couple moved in together, they would inevitably become the talk of the town for years. I recalled a story my grandmother had once shared during a Christmas gathering a few years back. She mentioned a friend's grandson who was gay, and how his grandmother had sought guidance from the village chaplain. The chaplain had instructed her to do everything in her power to convince him to marry a woman, warning that his soul would be lost to the devil if he didn't. It was a stark reminder of the deeply ingrained beliefs and prejudices that still persisted among the older generations.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

He felt better afterwards, a little less like punching someone. On the bus stop sign, someone had written the words “die aids breedin faggets”. He turned away, bothered, and fiddled with his notebook, the end of the scarlet twine like a cut in his palm. He couldn’t imagine why someone would choose to be homosexual—didn’t they know what they were condemning themselves to? He’d read that one out of every ten men was or had the possibility of being gay. If that were true, then the graffiti might be directed at someone he went to school with.

“Oh, honey. We’re not all gay. You just stumbled in like a gypsy in distress on twink night. We are primarily a gay bar, but we have women’s nights once a week and our, uh, more macho merchandise comes out to play then. It’s our busiest night of the week.” “I established this place for men who, like I once did, needed a safe place to remain hidden for whatever reasons. Many witches over the centuries have created places for safety for women, but I saw a need for the men of this world who were outcast and, or, fleeing for no fault of their own. Many taking refuge here are in fact gay, but definitely not all. Everyone has a story.” Rodger smiled warmly, looking every bit like a kind-hearted le

This is the crazy story of how I became gay. Seriously, if you’d told me back then that I’d end up gay, I would’ve laughed in your face. I moved to the city a straight man, joined a golf club because I needed some friends, and had absolutely no idea I was about to discover a whole new side of myself. After University, I spent two years travelling around Australia. When I got home, it took me about a year to find my feet again. I spent a few more years in a job I hated before finally landing a better one in a new city.