The Gay Gatsby Novels & Stories

How could a hot man like this be gay? Goddess have mercy on me. He has beautiful eyes, so beautiful that I just want to get lost in them. “You are staring too much Selene,” he murmured with a grin and I grinned back, then leaned closer to cup his face. “How gay are you?” I asked and placed a loud peck on his lips. “What?” Jax asked, his eyes wide. “How gay are you? On a scale of — one to gay? How gay are you? Because believe me Jax you are a very very hot specimen.”

Tony said, flicking his fingers. “Hey, gay, don’t be exaggerated because that guy is a carnapper, so he has a nice car.” Liza yelled at the gay. She had been there for a while and had no intention of showing up because she didn’t want to be dumb and be compared to Alexa. “Duh! You’re envy is overload again, and you’re slandering your cousin. FYI, he’s handsome enough to be a carnapper!” Tony glared at Liza. Liza’s response to the gay was also a deadly glare. “Alexa, don’t trust that gay man. He wants to befriend you now because he sees that you have money right now.”

I left the Mansion to attend to the business of the day, making sure the interior decorators, maids were cooking, the lighting men were getting things in place, and everything that had to do with the Great Gatsby theme. I sent the clothes, mask, fur, and dress code for tonight to every member of the family and when everything was ready I killed the car's engine and jumped out of the car to relax a bit. The day hasn't been over and it has been hectic. Passing through the kitchen towards the stairs I heard voices. "Ariel?" The door was slightly open and I saw Ariel raising her hand to hit Anastela, that's the name of one of the twin wives. Anastela the junior and Anastasia the elder.

Sienna made a telling-secret look, covering her mouth and whispering, "But he is gay and dislikes women." "What!" The receptionist screamed, and everyone in the hall looked at them. She simply continued like she didn't realize, "Really? Impossible! Such a handsome man is a homosexual? What happened to the world! There were only a few good men, and they all like men. I thought I met my Mr. Right. Why am I so unlucky...? I met my Mr. Right. Why am I crying...?" She said and almost began to cry. Sienna was merely stunned and suddenly understood a little why the character of Grayson was so cold.

“If only he was that cool and restrained.” Things have already started once we step inside. There’s an enormous table filled with hors d'oeuvres and several men tending bar. On the larger stage in the main room is a band playing jazz covers of Christmas songs that gives the whole party a Great Gatsby vibe. A fellow debt collector named Franky spots me from over at the bar and immediately comes over. “Aye, Sterling!” he howls, clearly already a few drinks deep. “How the hell are ya?” “Hey, Franky—”

I smiled devilishly and he looked at me shocked and devastated. The same look was on his secretary. "What did you just say?" "You heard me right, you won't mind seeing it on the news tomorrow that you aren't a gay. Oh this headline will be good, Charles Eden the gay billionaire is not who he claims to BE" I spurt stressing the BE. "What was your name again?" He asked scratching his hair. "Summer Shrap" I answered. "Would you like a cup of tea?" *********** "So, what do you mean by am not a gay" Charles asked seated in his chair with his hands intertwined.

“Or is it that kinky book you are reading?” Gabe says nothing, but flushes intensely. “Oh, Gabriel, pussy got your tongue? That’s right you don’t like pussy do you? You just like to hide behind the facade built around you, because why would anyone want or need to know the hot shot CEO is gay?” I taunt. “Take your vibrator and get your rocks off, unless you are man enough to follow through with those promises.”

“Nathan is gone, Martin is gone too. It's just you and you me. I don't see the use of keeping it anymore" “I thought as much," Lucas said ** “Don't look at me like that" Henry playful scowled at Daphne. “Well, we are all waiting for you to bring home a girl. You are 25" she folded her arm as she stared at him. Mr. and Mrs. Garcia who was near picked interest in the conversation. “Nah I think I'd just stick to being gay. Women freak me out” "I don't know about you, but I think women are wonderful” Mr. Garcia leaned closer and kissed his wife on the forehead and she smiled.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

“What are you all even talking about? Why would I get married to some random dude. I don’t even know him or even if I did, I do not want to get married.” “Look at this from a brighter perspective, Felix.” “You know, all my life,” Felix scoffed. “I’ve always thought you both were secretly homophobic towards me and here you both are. Asking me to get married to a man.” “This isn’t about being homophobic or not,” his dad said then exhaled. “The youngest billionaire in our country is gay too. And luckily and quite surprisingly, they are interested in you. You should jump at it. This is an opportunity for you to be-“