First Time Gay Top Series by Max Santino

I’m straight, so why I crave so much to top my gay best friend? When my old high school buddy Elliot reaches me through a casual DM, I expect nothing more than a trip down memory lane. But Elliot isn’t how I remember—he’s bolder, funnier, and unapologetically himself. And openly, loudly, proudly gay. As our reunion turns into late-night messages, coffee shop meetups, and inside jokes that come way too easily, I realise that what I feel for Elliot might not just be I want him all to myself... moreI’m straight, so why I crave so much to top my gay best friend? When my old high school buddy Elliot reaches me through a casual DM, I expect nothing more than a trip down memory lane. But Elliot isn’t how I remember—he’s bolder, funnier, and unapologetically himself. And openly, loudly, proudly gay. As our reunion turns into late-night messages, coffee shop meetups, and inside jokes that come way too easily, I realise that what I feel for Elliot might not just be I want him all to myself. Caught between confusion, denial, and a series of “accidental” touches that leave my heart pounding, I to face the I might be straight, but I’m crushing on my best friend. And when a joke on Elliot’s Instagram sends me spiraling into jealousy,. all I want is to take him and claim him as mine. less

I’m straight. How come such a soft, nerdy, grumpy dude holds so much power over me? I’m not the brightest guy — ask my Econ grades. But I know a few things for football’s my life, I’m barely hanging on to my scholarship, and my tutor, Noah, is driving me insane. Not because he’s a pain (okay, maybe a little), but because every time he leans over my notes, frowning in concentration, I’m not thinking about the next quiz. I’m thinking about his lips. His hands... moreI’m straight. How come such a soft, nerdy, grumpy dude holds so much power over me? I’m not the brightest guy — ask my Econ grades. But I know a few things for football’s my life, I’m barely hanging on to my scholarship, and my tutor, Noah, is driving me insane. Not because he’s a pain (okay, maybe a little), but because every time he leans over my notes, frowning in concentration, I’m not thinking about the next quiz. I’m thinking about his lips. His hands. The way he glares at me like I’m the dumbest guy alive — and yeah, maybe I am, because it took me way too long to figure out that I want him. Badly. I always thought I was straight, but when I catch him reading this steamy gay manga, I keep seeing us on those pages. Him, flushed and breathless. Me, doing things I never thought I’d imagine with my friend. With any guy. Now I’m just hoping I haven’t been too much of an idiot all this time — and that it’s not too late to show Noah exactly what I’ve been thinking about during our study sessions. it’s not Econ. less

My roommate's butterfly hip tattoo is going to destroy my heterosexuality. I thought I had college all figured play football, ace my classes, keep my room clean, stay straight. Easy. Enter Cameron. He’s my new roommate thanks to a dorm mix-up, and he’s a walking glitter bomb in a mesh crop top. Loud. Flirty. Infuriatingly pretty. And somehow always in my on my bed, sitting next to me in class, throwing off my entire heterosexuality with one smirk. We argue about laundry... moreMy roommate's butterfly hip tattoo is going to destroy my heterosexuality. I thought I had college all figured play football, ace my classes, keep my room clean, stay straight. Easy. Enter Cameron. He’s my new roommate thanks to a dorm mix-up, and he’s a walking glitter bomb in a mesh crop top. Loud. Flirty. Infuriatingly pretty. And somehow always in my on my bed, sitting next to me in class, throwing off my entire heterosexuality with one smirk. We argue about laundry. We bicker over literature essays. He lipsyncs and dances in our room while I’m trying not to stare at his thighs. I’m not supposed to like any of this. I’m not supposed to like him. But then there’s that kiss. And the one after. And suddenly I’m not just confused. .. I’m completely gone for him. less

This summer, I had one work my shifts at the Sea Whirl Ice Cream Shack, avoid sunburn, and remain straight. Easy enough. Until Eli strolls back into town with sun-bleached curls, relentless charm, and zero personal space. Eli, who makes everything look easy; winning over customers, singing off-key while restocking cones, making me question if I'm really straight. And then he kissed me. During a milkshake... moreThis summer, I had one work my shifts at the Sea Whirl Ice Cream Shack, avoid sunburn, and remain straight. Easy enough. Until Eli strolls back into town with sun-bleached curls, relentless charm, and zero personal space. Eli, who makes everything look easy; winning over customers, singing off-key while restocking cones, making me question if I'm really straight. And then he kissed me. During a milkshake. Now I can’t stop thinking about him, or the way my heart flipped like a waffle cone when it happened. But I’m fine. Totally fine. I just have to survive a few more weeks of close quarters, shared milkshakes, and him looking at me like I’m something worth melting for. less

The last thing I expected this Christmas was getting snowed in overnight at the mall with Gabriel, my overly cheerful, glitter-covered, annoyingly perfect coworker in the Elf Department. The plan for this Christmas was survive my seasonal mall job, ignore my confusing. “I-came-out-as-bi-last-year-and-still-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing”. feelings, and avoid Gabriel, my loud, glitter-soaked, infuriatingly pretty coworker elf. The universe lol, no. A surprise snowstorm traps us overnight in the mall... moreThe last thing I expected this Christmas was getting snowed in overnight at the mall with Gabriel, my overly cheerful, glitter-covered, annoyingly perfect coworker in the Elf Department. The plan for this Christmas was survive my seasonal mall job, ignore my confusing. “I-came-out-as-bi-last-year-and-still-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing”. feelings, and avoid Gabriel, my loud, glitter-soaked, infuriatingly pretty coworker elf. The universe lol, no. A surprise snowstorm traps us overnight in the mall. Just me, him, a dying cocoa machine. and my bisexual awakening slamming into me like a rogue Christmas tree. Then he kisses me, and suddenly everything I’ve been avoiding becomes impossible to ignore. One thing’s this Christmas, I’m not just discovering holiday magic. I’m discovering him; his lips, his hands, his body. And maybe… myself too. less