When I first booked Derek (Alias: Brady) through the massage app, it was supposed to be just a standard sports massage…his profile photo showed a cocky, broad-shouldered jock with “magic hands” according to the reviews. But lying there under his touch, the session turned into something else entirely.
My boss, still sweaty from his workout, casually admitted he’d been horny all morning.
“Yeah, I noticed… when you were sitting on the couch this morning,” , I replied.
He smirked, eyes narrowing just a little. “Yeah? I saw you looking.”
That pulled a smile out of me before I could stop it.
“To be honest man, I was horny"
Last night, Cole used my throat like the cum dump I am.
He finally let me taste it: his load. And I can still feel it coating the back of my tongue, clinging to the walls of my throat. My spit’s still thicker than normal. Like I’ve been permanently marked from the inside out. No matter how much I drank or gargled or wiped my mouth, the taste stay
Leo finally gave in. Ethan brought out the lube, spread it between his cheeks, and started grinding slow, teasing strokes against his hole. What began as “just the tip” turned into Ethan burying his whole cock inside Leo's hole. And when Leo moaned out Ethan’s name, Ethan just laughed and said, “Knew you’d take a cock better than that girl"
I exhaled slow, dragging my palm over my face, half-laughing at myself. “Sorry, man. It’s just—your ass…” I glanced down, then right at him in the mirror again. “No homo, but… fuck.”
The room went quiet. Just the hum of the lights, the sound of our breathing.
Jamie’s eyes stayed locked on mine in the mirror. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t back down.
'Straight Muscular Jock Massages Gay Men' is a gay erotic story about a closeted engineer who books a massage, only to discover the masseur is his long time crush - the straight jock he never stopped fantasizing about.
The cross above the chapel hadn't changed.
Neither had the brick steps leading up to it, or the way the stained glass bled color across the front pews when the sun hit it just right.
But I had.
Ten years away had a way of doing that to a man.
After opening up about his divorce, Greg admitted to Alex how long it had been since he’d had any real intimacy, how months without affection or release had left him restless and horny.
I should’ve let him leave. I should’ve just let Cole walk away, stroke himself off alone, and pretend this night never happened.
But I begged.
I begged him to stay. Called him sir. Promised I’d do better.
So now I’m here; mouth sore, throat raw, and still desperate for more. He called me
a mutt, and I fucking agreed. I wanted his cock so bad
Fourplay' is a crossover story that brings together the characters from Crashing at Brad’s Place and My Ex’s Brother Drew. After watching Jason’s video with Brad and Cody, Drew sends them a text that sets the stage for a meet up
Recap: Ethan’s date bailed. So he called Leo over. Leo showed up to find Ethan jerking off to porn on the TV, hard and desperate. He dropped to his knees and gave Ethan the roughest, sloppiest head yet. But mid-thrust, Ethan looked down and asked if Leo could take it like the girl in the video. He promised he wouldn’t fuck him… unless Leo asked.
By now, a weekly makeout was just… a thing we did. Like doing laundry or taking out the trash. Only laundry didn’t leave me hard and flushed and pretending I wasn’t about to melt in his hands.
Tien and Lucas are best friends and roommates. Tien bakes desserts for his gym-obsessed roommate, and in return Lucas thanks him with physical pleasure. What begins as a playful dessert-for-dessert exchange soon grows into something far more intimate.
When my newly single boss Greg hit a rough patch, I offered him my spare room just to help out. It was supposed to be temporary, a friendly gesture. But living under the same roof with him turned out to be a lot more complicated than I expected.
Jason sent me a video of himself getting spit-roasted by two pornstars, like it was no big deal. I was jerking off to it when Drew walked in. Instead of getting mad, he dropped to his knees and started blowing me. And after? He said he wanted to try bottoming. For the first time. With me. He was serious. Nervous, maybe. But curious. And willing.
I’d walked into Jason’s room...yeah, my ex and somehow ended up on my knees. One thing led to another, and I had his cock back in my mouth like no time had passed. It was angry and quiet and stupidly hot. We didn’t finish… but it’s not over.