Two Gay Nerds Fighting Novels & Stories

The maids look puzzled, they have seen alot of things to day but this one was weird to them, they have never seen they master laugh like someone who is going nut. " what funny. Why are you laughing " I asked bitterly. " do you think they are going to believe. Everyone thinks am a gay. So they are not going to believe " he smirked which left me awe. I walked to me and dragged me by the hand, I tried to free myself from him but his grip was stronger. He pushed me to the wall and caged me between his hands. " let me go " I keep crying and struggling but he refuses. Seeing that he would let me go, I decided to find and alternative to escape. My eyes caught a vase by my side. I picked it up and s

“If you are so tough then fight me, Gay Boy.” I arched an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest as I spoke again. “That would mean I have to touch you. Aren’t you afraid of my germs?” He growled when I spoke. I decided to push the boundary of his anger by reaching out and placing my palm over his fist. “Might want to go wash your hands Fang. It looks like I passed my cooties to you” I said with as much of friendly smile as I could muster. “You’re dead meat!”

“What the hell is happening to you, Damon Furlord? O-Of course I’m really better than that four-eyed man! I-I just mean that that nerd is so lucky to have me at her side! Doesn’t she know how many girls fight with each other just to get me?!” I heaved a sigh and hugged my pillow again as I stared on a space. “That nerd, how dare her to tell me I’m not handsome? And how dare her to call me gay too?! Does she want me to make her see how such a man am I? Does she want me to kiss her to prove it?!”

I am not looking at them but I could see from my peripheral view they glanced at each other. “WHAT?” They have the same reaction this time. I see, they hate each other. “If no one wants to, then I’ll better go alone than be accompanied by some people with human hatred.” I tie my laces and look at them. Their faces are both annoyed by each other. I stand and take one of their hands. “Do a handshake.” Both look at me unbelievably. My eyes roll by itself. “You two don’t have viruses in you right? Why is it a big deal?” They are still hesitant. “I see, one of you must be a gay.”

I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts. Jayden noticed my silence. “What do you think? Hot, right?” I hesitated, then the words just spilled out. “Yeah… I’ve always loved gay p**n too. Like, a lot.” He paused, then grinned wider. “No shit? Why didn’t you say something sooner, man?” He turned the volume up. On screen, the bottom was bent over, ass up, while the top slammed into him balls-deep. Wet slapping sounds filled the small room—the top’s heavy balls smacking against that stretched hole, the bottom whimpering and begging for more cock. “Fuck yes, ruin me,” the guy on screen moaned as cum started l

The world saw us as the first openly gay power couple in the NHL. But as we stepped off the stage, the encrypted phone buzzed in my pocket. The message was short. *Perfect performance. But we know about the recording. The evidence. The plan. The coming-out was just the beginning. The real war starts now.* Callan read it over my shoulder. His hand tightened on mine. “They know,” he said quietly. “The war is here.” The link, though almost gone, carried one final, clear thought from him. *We fight. Together.*

“Seriously. You didn’t have to do that.” Jaden waved me off. “Babe, please. The day I let Kathleen Turner talk to you like that is the day I turn in my gay card and become straight. Which is never happening.” Riley snorted. “Facts. People like her need to be put in their place.” “Yeah,” I said, smiling for real this time. “Thanks anyway.”

A text from Viona in the group chat was waiting for me: “How’s your training session going?” “Horribly,” I typed back with an eye-rolling emoji. “They’re about to fight each other.” Amber: “What? Why?” Emma: “I can guess why.” I rolled my eyes, just like the emoji. “Because they’re men,” I replied. “Plain and simple.” My friends dissolved into laughing emojis and jibes directed at the Alpha male nonsense. Up ahead, I saw that Noah and Drake were now in position and ready to fight. “You know you don’t have to do this,” I called out. “I might not pick either of you at this rate.”

She paired both brothers who distastes each other and now she’s pairing this two people who would do anything to be on each other’s nerves. I glanced at them and noticed them strangling each other. What the hell is wrong with this two? “Mateo, Beta, what are you both doing?” I stood up angrily and stood in front of them with my eyes blazing dangerously. I was so damn furious at the moment. Everyone was fucking pissed, confused, tired, and angry, and all these two can do is fight? Like, what the flip! “Aren’t you both ashamed of yourselves? Your mate is in there battling for her life, and you both are fighting. Come on, grow up,” I said, looking so disappointed at the both of them.

My three homophobic bullies: Jill, Rafael, and Louis. These three have been tormenting me since I outed myself as a gay man three months ago. At first, all they did was just insult me in public, calling me names and showing me how disgusted they were of me and my gayness. But it got worse three days ago when I got fed up with them and finally decided to fight back by simply responding to their taunting. It was then that they started making me their personal punching bag, which seemed to be what they enjoyed doing the most, as they kept doing it for three days straight now.