This is a fictional boymance/mystery series exclusive to The Gaily, from contributor Kyle Vaughn Roerick. Catch up with parts 1-8 here. This time, whispering was no longer an option. The noise that came out of my gut, my chest, and eventually out of my mouth echoed throughout Pablo’s apartment. The next thing I felt was the [...]

This is a fictional series. Catch up with parts 1-7 here. Ricky and I left my apartment with as much haste as humanly possible after such an ordeal. He was still shaking and I held his shoulders and kissed his neck. We walked and walked, even though taking the subway would have been a lot [...]

I was unsure what to do. I was panicking on the inside while trying to keep my cool on the outside. Ricky seemed inconsolable. I tried to snap him too and get his attention. I needed to know exactly what happened. “Ricky! What the hell happened?!” I slapped him across the face. Hard. The wet [...]

A part of me cringed when I heard his voice say, “Come on!” Is this really happening? Screw you, Pablo! I yelled in my head, then subsequently realized that this actually was my chance to literally screw him. I turned around and entered the room. The air was thick (as were other things in the [...]

Read the last instalment of What is this Love? Part 4 here. “Who the fuck are you?!”, Pablo’s screeched, in a surprisingly fruity tone. For his build and size, I just well, expected him to be a little more butch. Pablo’s entrance woke up Ricky, who, after hacking up a lung, came to my defence. [...]

It burns going down. Wafting up my esophagus, the fermented agave evaporates into a gaseous drug that I feel enter my sinuses through the back of my throat. Inside outwards. I release a small belch. He finds it cute and pulls me in for another kiss. “Ewww!”, he says! “Well you could have waited!”, I replied [...]

I was sweating bullets. I was so nervous, but I was so turned on. Voyeuristic, public kinda things really get me hot.

Ouch. Ouch! Ok. I’m done. No more. James was my fuck buddy from a few years back. I was pretty pissed about the whole “Pablo” thing that I needed to take my mind off things. James was things, I guess. “What’s wrong?”, he asked in a what the fuck is wrong with you kinda way. [...]