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Paul knew that he possessed none of the characteristics of the gay male stereotype. And in all probability that was equally true of Richard. Not that he knew Richard, the man he was about to meet, the man who had placed the gay ad to which he had replied. Their contact to date had been limited to a single, quite short, telephone conversation.

When he opened the door he gave me the biggest hug…. We went inside cause I had to use the bathroom, and babe was just sitting on the couch, I forgot how sexy he was in person! I was putting on some chapstick when suddenly I heard it just a loud thunder…. I went to over to Jai in his room and we looked at the weather, more even stronger rain was coming and even some wind!

Submitted by writers on 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.