Steve’s ten-year relationship blows up in one night.
Bret drops everything, grabs way too much alcohol, and comes home ready to hold his best friend together.
There’s crying on the couch. Bad jokes. Drinks that keep getting refilled.
Comfort turns physical in quiet, sparks fly! Part One of a series.
The culmination of my first group breeding with my perverted older, verbal, Australian, Daddy's. Ass to mouth, puke, and many hard cocks, I am fucked to exhaustion by the group who then discuss my degradation and humiliation for the next session. All consensual and 18 or above.
first time I met Richard; the short, muscular Australian with the eight-inch cock that completely stole my attention. We’d shared an intense, messy, unforgettable night, me kneeling while he stood, face fucked my throat, tasting that weirdly sweet strawberry lube, taking him completely. It was thrilling, awkward, hot, and I left with my head spinni
Pete is 45 years old, well-established. Gay, single, enjoys group BDSM hookups. He gifts and donates a rental unit to the 18-year-old Identical Twin brothers, Ash & Zack. Under the foster care program, both were messed up by religious fanatics. The Two Boys cum out as gay, but absolutely know nothing about pleasure and sex between young men...Pete.
After a breakup leaves him insecure and withdrawn, Noah confides in his roommate Tyler about his struggle with premature release. What starts as an awkward confession turns into an unexpected journey of trust, intimacy, and learning control.
A story that introduces someone who was cheated on, and despite his lust for that world, he leaves it, just to be brought into it directly, and learning from someone willing to both love and use him properly.
Ben Jacobs owns a clay pigeon shooting range. Steven and Richard like to find the clays that are missed. As Ben Jacobs sets a trap to capture the boys, he regards as thieves. He also discovers the boys have a secret that they haven't shared with anyone until that fateful day.
Jax stepped up, positioning himself at the head of the bench. To get the best angle, he straddled the end, his sneakers planted on either side of Adam's head. As Adam pressed the bar up, his eyes flicked upward involuntarily. There, inches from his face, hung Jax's package—bulging against the thin fabric of his gym shorts.
Richard Shaw arrives home to find his trusty boxers missing from his washing line replaced with pristine Y-Fronts and matching white vests. Flabbergasted and confused, the incident takes a turn for the curious when he receives a text message saying, "You will look good wearing these and please meet me at 7pm."