Is Max From Catfish Gay Novels & Stories

My name is Sophia Lucci, and this is how I catfished my husband and his supposed girlfriend. We had been married for 24 years. Twenty-four years of what I thought was happy. He got everything he wanted. The house he chose. The truck he loved. The vacations he picked. I made sure life ran smoothly so he never had to question comfort. And apparently, comfort made him bored. That’s how I met Vincent. Not in person. On Tinder. Same smile. Same scar on his chin. Same wedding ring conveniently missing.

“Come on, you can give me a try?” "Not today," Max said as he looked at her. "This is not going to happen." "Why not give me a chance?" Gigi whined again. "Because sex is not really what I am looking for," Max replied as he held his ground. "What are you gay?" the woman asked, and Max saw red. It wasn't the accusation that he was gay. It was the tone she used as if it was a bad thing.

He's a angry drinker which is so annoying. "To the club" he tried to walk pass me but I pushed him back. I locked the door. "Not in my house. You're not going anywhere cause of some annoying guy that is forcing himself to be straight" I mocked. Yeah, Maxwell is gay. That night when he came to the pool, I couldn't help the smirk that made it's way to my face.

I turned back to the sink, washing hands that were already clean and splashing more water over my face so she wouldn’t see the angry tears pricking. “You can take your greedy eyes off Max, as well,” she said. “He isn’t going to fall for your shit, either.” “Sorry?” I snapped. “Max,” she repeated, as though I was a dullard. “I’ve seen the way you gawp and drool, and he’s gay. He’s got a boyfriend.” She folded her arms, so smug. “He’s just not going to be interested in a little skank like you, sorry.”

Max’s voice becomes gravely, “If I wasn’t holding you up slightly right now, my throbbing cock would be penetrating you. Even though my fingers are on your mid-thigh, I can feel the heat coming off you beneath your shorts. I can also tell you aren’t wearing a bra. The idea of your breast bouncing in my face while I bury myself inside you keeps playing in my mind on repeat. Now, you have a choice, kitten. You can hop off me now, I can go shower to relieve what you have caused, or…” “Or what?” I ask, my heart racing. Max smirks, in the same voice, he says, “You won’t be a virgin anymore.” I lightly chew my lower lip, then say, “I’m okay with that.” Max’s lustful eyes travel over me, “You know

If Miles is out there, tell him I forgive him and he should come clean. Few days later, Max and I became friends, he told me he was bi and I should keep it a secret. He told me he was seeing a guy. I asked who and he told me it was Henry. Henry was gay according to Max, secretly. I didn't tell him what happened but I told him he was a ràpist. We discussed about it and he stopped seeing him.

“Hah. You can come to the mall and eat with Catherine and the rest but not me?” Max clicked his tongue and asked, “Am I not your friend?” “The thing is, you’re a man.” Charity smiled faintly. “I won’t mind unless you undergo sex reassignment surgery.” Max was speechless for a while before giving her a thumbs-up. “I don’t think you’ve ever treated me as a man.” It was Charity’s turn to be stunned. Max looked as if he wanted to cry but could not. “I think you treat me as your female buddy.”

" I've always wanted to tell you but I...I was scared. I am not really who you think I am Scarlett...I am not straight..." " Of course...of course I can see that you are not straight, I can see the path you have finally chosen for yourself..." I didn't know how loud I was yelling until I got closer to him and began to slap him across his face. " How dare you do this to me, how dare you... didn't you even think of what we've been going through? How do you expect mom to react when she finds out that you're gay. Max...this isn't what she wants. You're supposed to grow up and start up a family of your own, with your kids and wife,"

"But how did you know I was there? It's too dark." "One of my friends approached you." He looked at me again causing me to look out the window again. "F -Friend?" I innocently asked him. "T -the Englishman?" "Yup, Marcus Peralta," he replied. Later when I come home, I will immediately ask Cyril if that Marcus is related to us. Papa and Tito are just two siblings, so it's impossible for us to have a cousin. Since I am already a certified gissipwr, I asked again.