Gay ff

Submitted by writers gay Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. From cozy romances to coming-out stories and more, love wins in our collection of gay short stories. Trigger: Cancer My head rocks back, long hair sticks to sweaty shoulders and my tank barely holds my jiggling A-cups as I pound it out, dancing. I burn, more than a flickering flame, heart thumps, shoulders shimmy, sweat drips into my pierced belly button.

The fuchsia, sun-yellow and Trigger warning: Contains underage sexual content, mentions of assaultYou know the movie Dirty Dancing? The one where Baby goes off to that fancy resort with her parents for the summer, and in the beginning she is a good, sweet girl who loves her daddy, and then by the end she is still a good sweet girl who loves her daddy but now she is kinda sexy too and can dance like a pro and is totally in love with that beautiful dance teacher.

I miss her; I imagine she misses me worse. I love her. When I left we were both twenty-six. It was insane; a lottery win.

Vintage gay fiction

To a distant moon. She never understood any of it, no matter how many times I showed her charts or graphs or playful drawings of where The road was narrow and winding, the switchbacks crawling up the snow-laden mountains. The falling snow was reflected in the sickly yellow beams, the tunnel of white reminding Ezra of the opening of a Star Wars movie.

He put his feet on the dash despite the gay TW: LanguageThe living room smells of smoke, cloying ash lodging into my sinuses. The misty heat from outside wafts down the chimney and creates a palpable shift in the temperature around the fireplace—I sit in front of it and press my hands against the wooden floors, noting how the humidity seems to make them dip under my fingertips, makes them soft and waxy.

The heat eases the shiver under gay skin, cold from the drenched suit, the source of the dripping that rings into the quiet, empty home. I tap a pattern out on the floor, but with my wan Horace wakes up at AM. After sighing his morning sigh, Horace gets up and walks to his study. He glances at his bonsai tree.

Download it now for FREE. I know you always took me for a fool, but I never imagined you as such. Just - anything. Casey is hunged over his computer when a knock on his office door brings him back to reality. He looks up to see his husband walk toward him with a steaming bowl of oatmeal in his hand and a coffee to go mug in his other hand.