If Only He Were Gay (Romance)

Gay Romance

The green heart shape candy made a rather satisfying crunch when crushed between Zach’s teeth.

My love

Zach gave a little snort, and then popped the pink candy into his mouth, following it with another resounding crunch.

Soul Mate

“Yea right.” He growled out, tossing the white heart across the room angrily.

See, it hadn’t been long since Zach had thought all of those things had applied to a certain some one. A certain some one, who was unable to keep his dick in his pants while Zach went away to college.

Yea, Peachy. At least that’s what Zach thought when he’d come home for Christmas break only to find his high-school sweetheart shacked up with the red-headed Chess Club President.

Zach had to admit, the boy didn’t look like any Chess Club President any more.

But that was beside the point!

Eric had been Zach’s, and Zach’s alone. They’d discovered their sexuality together, they’d made love together for the first time, they’d love each other, and they’d been inseparable, unbreakable!

Or so he’d though.

It had been a hard break for Zach to accept, but he’d had the good fortune to be able to return to his dorm room, and his room mate Adrian who had been rather supportive of the whole thing.

Adrian wasn’t gay, he dated woman, hell he flirted with anything that showed a bit of cleavage, but when it came to Zach and his sexuality, the guy just couldn’t be more open and understanding. He’d done everything but go beat the hell out of Eric, and had Zach allowed it, he’s certain the other young man would have given Eric a run for his money. But it hadn’t been worth Zach’s time. Adrian was so supportive, he’d even made efforts to get him out and about, and even trying to set him up with a gay friend of his or two, though Zach generally refused.

Both he and Zach had made it into school on sports scholarships, and while Adrian was larger then most guys, he couldn’t compare to Zach in size. They were often teased by other team mates about Adrian being the bitch of their relationship. Both boys took the playful banter in stride.

What made it hard, for Zach at least, was that while Adrian was just trying to be the good friend his nature demanded, Zach’s feelings were beginning to get a jumbled around. While he knew logically he hadn’t a chance with his best friend, his heart was wishing for things he couldn’t control. It was difficult, but Zach kept his feelings to himself, and just smiled at the banter of their teammates, gracefully denied the dates Adrian set up, and pretended that Adrian was as sexless as he possibly could.

“Hey, Zach,” Adrian’s voice was deep and rich, and there was always the sound of a smile lurking here and there. It made Zach’s heart trip. He tried to ignore it. “Quit throwing them damn candies at my bed before I beat you.” Adrian grumbled, closing the front door with his big toe, as both his hands were full. Placing the two coffee cups down on the table, he gave Zach a stern look. “It’s been over four months, Zach. I know it’s hard, but you gotta get over this. Because I don’t think I can sleep in a candy infested bed any more.” His tone was admonishing and playful, but he seemed to be a little worried.

Zach glared at his friend, then after a moment he sighed. If only Adrian was gay, then all would be right with the world. If Zack was being honest with himself he might admit his mooning over his ex was really a distraction from the unattainable love currently in his life. “Eh, fuck it.” He grumbled, then picked up his coffee and sort of melted as he took his first sip. “Thanks for the coffee, Adrian.” He murmured his thanks as his friend drop his athletic form into the chair opposite him.

“Welcome,” he said, picking up one of the candies so Zach could see it. “U R Nice.” He read aloud, and Zach’s scowl deepened. He threw the little heart at Zach’s chest, and picked up another one. “U R # 1” he read out again, “Jeezus, these things get worse every year. Where did you even find these things? Valentine’s isn’t for two months.” Then tossed that one at Zach’s chest too, picking up the next candy.

“A month and a half and a Specialty shop.” Zach mumbled. He hated the candies, but he found himself morbidly fascinated with them. Zach just couldn’t give them up.

“Aha, your obsession strikes again.” Adrian replied. “EZ 2 Love” he read allowed, batting his eyelashes playfully at his depressed friend. That was about all Zack could take, and finally he cracked a smile and shook his head, kicking Adrian under the table.


“You love it.”



Zach paused at the door to his shared room, staring at the envelope tapped to his door with the name Zach scrawled out in bold letters. He juggled his books, moved his arm and ripped the envelope off the door before pushing it open and dropping all his books on the table.

“Whatcha got?” Adrian asked from his place on his bed, seeing that Zach hadn’t put down the letter with the rest of his daily learning equipment.

“I dunno some letter or something.” Pulling out a chair, Zach sat down and turned the envelope in his hands before ripping it open. Inside, was a carefully hand written letter.


I’ve been watching you for months now, and have been considering how I should approach you, how I should let you know I care. I find myself watching you at odd moments, I’m present at all your games, and I can never keep my eyes from you. I know, this might sound strange, but I’m heart pounding, blood racing, tremble when you’re close, in love with you.

Love, S.A.

Zach stared at the letter in his hands, then read it over and over and over again for about five minutes, until a very confused Adrian got up off his bed with a groan and snatched the letter out of Zach’s hands. “What the fuck does it say? You look like some one shot your puppy!” he growled out, turning the paper so he could read it. “Whoa, fuck.” Was all he said, clearing his throat.

“Uh huh.” Zach mumbled, “Who the hell could it be?”

“Um, apparently S.A. Do you think it’s a woman?” he asked suddenly, “Oh gods, I’m gonna laugh my ass off if it’s a woman.” Adrian’s mirth was contagious, but still, Zach didn’t know how to react.

“I bet your right, I bet you it is a woman, but I can hope it’s a boy, can’t I?” Adrian chuckled at the wistfulness of his friend’s words, and then dropped the letter back down to the table.

“Hey, you can hope anything you want bud. It’s a nice letter; maybe they’ll send you more. I know if I was in you’re shoes I’d be looking everywhere at our next game.”

“Yea, I will be.” I’ll be looking, but it will be at you. Zach carefully folded up his letter, trying to shove that thought out of his mind, then pulled a small box out from in his bedside table, his “special box.” Setting the letter inside with his other valuables he closed the lid with a quiet sigh, and then turned to his studies while Adrian watched him covertly, a smile tugging at his lips.


It went like this for the next few weeks, every day; a new letter would show up, folded, with words of how much the person apparently cared for Zach.


I saw you at practice today and my heart beat so hard I was sure you could hear it over the sounds of the game. Sometimes when you look my direction, I imagine that you are looking at me, thinking of me, but I know that it’s just a fantasy. I hope my letters haven’t made you uncomfortable, but I just cant keep my feelings in any longer, I love you, I wish I had the courage to tell you who I was, but I’m afraid you wont care about me like I care about you. It’s that fear that keeps me away, that fear that has my stomach all tied up in knots.

So I’ll content myself to writing you these little notes. I love you, Zach, I dream of you.

Love, S.A.

“Fuck, another one.” Zach flopped down on the couch beside Adrian, handing the note over to his friend without looking at him. Burying his hand into Adrian’s popcorn he began to munch as his friend read the letter over with a low whistle.

“Dreaming of you, oh man this person is head over heals for you.” Adrian muttered, “What’re you gonna do, bud?”

“Well what can I do?” Zach sighed, “It’s not like I can ring em up on the phone and ask him out for dinner. That’s assuming he’s a man. I mean, shit, what if it really is a woman?” Zach said, and then rubbed his eyes with a low groan. “Worst thing is, I’m beginning to feel a little… I don’t know, I kinda want to meet this person now. The poetry in the letter yesterday, honestly it melted my heart, I want to know this person one way or another.” Since I can’t have you, Zach finished silently

Adrian chuckled, arching an eyebrow as he handed back the letter, “You’re totally into him! I mean, in all honesty it probably IS a man, you’re not exactly in the closet, I’m guessing it’s not a woman. Of course, if it is a woman maybe that’s why she’s afraid that you won’t want her if she comes out directly.”

Zach made another soft groan, his head falling back against the couch with a mumble, “You’re not helping matters, Adri!” he snapped, “I feel like I’m going nuts, half in love with this person, and what if I find I can’t stand to physically touch them? Jeezus this is awful.” Zach turned his head, looking at his friend for a moment, if only the mystery writer could be half the man his roommate and best friend was, but that was far too much to ask for.

“Quit mooning over me, gonna make my heart go all aflutter.” He said coyly, eyelashes batting in that playful way of his.

Zach tried to hide a blush.

“Eh, fuck you, bitch. You’re not half as perfect as you think.” He teased.

“You know you want this perfect ass of mine.”

“You wish.” Zach reached out to grab a lock of Adrian’s curly blond hair, giving it a tug. “You’re just itching to have my man-meat, I can just tell by that hungry look in your eyes.”

“Oh ICK! You’re going to make me sick before my date tonight!” Adrian groaned, giving a tremble and making an exaggerated look of horror.

“Oh, wounded, my heart! My aching wounded heart!” Zach covered his left breast with both hands, making calf-eyes at his friend, then bust up laughing with a small shake to his head. “Go get ready for your date, who’s this one?” he asked with a grin.

“Saaandy.” Adrian drew her name out with a little grin, “Hot little number with all that beautiful red hair. Yeesh, I’ve been trying to get at her for months, finally caved to my devilish charm like all females do.” Adrian blew on his fingernails then buffed them on his shirt, smirking.

“Well, have fun.” Zach grabbed a pillow and lay down on his half of the couch, eyes locked on the movie, his mind however on his strange mystery lover and Adrian. He fantasized that they were one in the same, but reality was far too unkind to him for that.

“Will do!” Adrian said as he made his way towards the bathroom to get himself all prettied up. He was worse then a queen, of that Zach was absolutely certain.

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11 thoughts on “If Only He Were Gay (Romance)

  1. Tom Ferrenberg says:

    Awesome story……I loved it all.
    Ignore the comments about spelling…..I think the people could read n understand what you were typing…….I am SURE they aren’t PERFECT…….my heart beat fast and hard an so did my cock. Hope you write more stories. Tom

  2. Mark says:

    It was a good story. What took me out of it was the typos and incorrect usage, ‘Daddies’ which should have been Daddy’s. Someone needs to proofread these stories.

  3. Scott Yeager says:

    The story and all the names got a bit confusing and it didn’t flow evenly throughout at all to be very honest! Also you used the word “Gods” instead of “God” and I found that odd that you did that! All in all you need to make you character’s MORE DEFINED as to their purpose in a story.


  4. Mike says:

    This story brought me to tears, reading about such deep love makes me have hope that one day it will happen to me even in the later years of my life!!!

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