Dear Diary: Today I learned that straight might have been my longest-running lie.
I was only supposed to get his attention—fish him out of the crowd and pass him on to my friend.
When he revealed I was more his type, I recoiled. I was straight, and he was a man, and no amount of jawline and tattoos could change that.
Except… that voice, the words he spoke, the way he saw me, all kept me up at night, filling me with questions that demanded answers.
I didnt know his number. I didnt know his name. So I got crafty to find him.
But there...
Dear Diary: Today I learned that straight might have been my longest-running lie.
I was only supposed to get his attention—fish him out of the crowd and pass him on to my friend.
When he revealed I was more his type, I recoiled. I was straight, and he was a man, and no amount of jawline and tattoos could change that.
Except… that voice, the words he spoke, the way he saw me, all kept me up at night, filling me with questions that demanded answers.
I didnt know his number. I didnt know his name. So I got crafty to find him.
But there was one more thing I didnt know—Hayden was danger embodied, rough, and demanding, playing me like a fiddle.
When he spoke, my body listened.
When he touched me, I lost my mind.
And when he called me his good boy, I begged for him to take everything.
Then suddenly, I was straight no more.
This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults.
