gay-romance

I have been happier in the past week than I ever imagined possible and it doesn't have a damn thing to do with the money. You're the real prize. The lottery was just a bonus.

Over the years, we had been as cautious as blindfolded men feeling their way around a mysterious beast, trying to extrapolate what was between us without communicating the knowledge that would have illuminated everything. Until that morning, when we took the blindfolds off, and discovered we were face to face with each other.

I want you. Am I supposed to walk away because you're a man? Maybe. They'll say yes for sure. But I'm sick of all the questions running around in my head." Tate stopped and licked his lips. "I want the man who sat down across from me and changed the way I look at the world. And if that's wrong, then I'm confused because when I'm near you, it feels so damn right.

Tate?" "What?" he barked at him. Logan couldn't help the way his dick reacted to it. "I can't even remember what he looks like because all I can picture is you.

I don't have te let ye come. Coming is a privilege, not a right- Declan Ramsay to Sam Aiken. (Illuminate the Shadows- Shatterproof Bond #1)

... he's most probably in a closet so deep he's, like, in Narnia.

I tagged your ass the other night," I said, "while you were sleeping- and you liked it.""Really? I thought it was a dream." "It was. A WET one.

Good luck on your test._____ gonna ace it for sure!_ I said, rolling to Wesley__ side of thebed and pulling the sheet up.__on__ I know it,_ he smiled, and then slapped the doorframe. __hyeah. If Gus calls, just tell him I was balls-deep in your ass and that I__on my way now.

Don__ answer the door without a shirt! Now, go get dressed before you catch a cold,_ I scolded.__hy? He was kinda cute. Do you think he would__e went for it if I said I didn__ have any money?_ Wesley asked.__ou__e mine and I wouldn__ let you prostitute yourself for pizza. Now go put on a shirt,_ I said, pulling two slices onto a plate.

I closed my eyes and resigned myself to the fact that my boyfriend was a pervert. He was lucky he was so cute.

Well, I would tell Danny. I'd probably edit for Josh. That is if there wasanything worth editing.__oshua Roberts, you had better get your butt on the move!_ Dannyhollered as he walked down the stairs.I was nervously waiting for them to leave as I pretended to watch TV inthe front room.__e're going to be late.___o the hair crisis is under control I see.___ stray hair will never win between a bottle of gel and a gay man,_ hedeclared with a smile. __oshua!___'m coming. I'm coming.__ heard his sandals click on the stairs and I waited to see if the mentalimage matched the real one. To my non surprise it did.

If erotic writing is the objectification of sex, then reading is its subjectification.

You're the only kick-ass general I know who needs three gay boys to dress him, John.""But I only need one gay boy to undress me.

I always wondered why I didn't try to seduce you, since you're so good-looking, more appealing than any woman.

Sobriety had happened at a strange time in my sex life, and maybe I wouldn__ have held onto it had it not been for both of the men involved in the transition. But sobriety made me realize, in lonely moments and long introspective jags, that while sex wasn__ the only thing that I was good at, it was still something I enjoyed. The difference was choosing the people I invited to the playground, so to speak. If Eren had been any less fired up than he was, pushing firmly and slowly into me, watching my face for silent cues while I pushed my head back into the bed, stretching my neck and growling, reacquainting myself with the feeling of being filled, it wouldn__ have been right.But it was right. I__ chosen well. I almost laughed when he was completely inside of me and I got swept up in the truth of the matter, the reasonably overwhelming knowledge that yeah, this was something I might not fuck up. And god, I loved sex. God, I loved not having to feel like I was hiding inside of its fortress.

Where's Kahn?""In bed. You don't mind if I pet your little pink kitty? Do you?" I chuckled, "You mean my HOT DIGGITY DOG.

Shifting my weight and readjusting my stance, I'm eventually able to do like he wants, floating up and down in the palms of his hands."That's it-" he said.I ask if this is how he and Frieda do it. Laughing, he nods his head no."Why NOT?""Because-- unlike YOU- she's not very FOND of getting corn-holed.

There's a FEW THINGS you need to get STRAIGHT about being GAY..." "That's an OXYmoron.""You'll be an OXYmoron if you don't listen. GAY men SUCK and FUCK. They don't go around falling in LOVE. At least not with every TOM, DICK and HARRY.