I’d barely slept the night before. My sheets were twisted, my dick hard half the night, my brain replaying the taste of Derek’s cock over and over again. Twelve years of crushing on him, and now I was counting down hours like I was waiting for Christmas. Only this wasn’t Christmas. This was Derek. Coming back. For me….For my hole.
The smell of the fresh coffee broke our silent embrace. “I’ll get some towels,” I said, reluctantly extracting myself from our embrace. A sudden emptiness flooded my body and mind as I padded off to the bathroom for towels. When I returned, Paul was pouring coffee for both of us.
The days after Thanksgiving, Liam found that he wasn’t alone in wanting the guidance of Dominant men. Even the guy from across the street and the Mexican youth next door had cravings for stuffing. After a dramatic Christmas at home, Moore found himself longing for a new Frat house. The λ α β Alumni accepted the freshman. A Thanksgiving to remember.
I returned with a warm, damp cloth. Max stood to the side, a conquering god surveying his territory, slowly stroking his softening, glistening cock. I avoided his gaze, focusing on Chris. He lay sprawled, wrecked and beautiful, his chest and stomach painted white.
Lance-Corporal Roddy McSpunk's fling with Captain Robin Cooper continues. Again he and Cooper decide to use the range-keeper's hut at Frotton rifle range for some private fun. But things do not go according to plan. Revised and extended version.
Evan crashes a billionaire’s estate party expecting only a glimpse of luxury, but when he’s caught by the magnetic Sebastian Blackwell, curiosity turns dangerous. Drawn into Sebastian’s world of power and desire, Evan finds himself trapped in a secret that blurs the line between temptation and control.
Davey is 18 and living on his own, although he wants to belong to a Master. He meets Master Rick online and begins the process of auditioning to be his boy.
A huge, handsome, and exhibitionist bodybuilder tries unsuccessfully to improve the football team. So the manager takes matters into his own hands—in more ways than one—when he discovers that the muscular, macho young man is actually a submissive slut. Will this discovery lift the team's spirits? (translated from Spanish)
“You’re still dripping with him,” Ansh growled, his lips against Jai’s throat. “I can smell it on you. I can smell all of them.” Aditya closed the door, the lock clicking with finality. He leaned against it, watching, a dark smile on his face. “He’s a communal resource now, Ansh. You don’t get to be pissy about the sharing.”
Jake stood facing him, his rehearsed speech already forming on his tongue. Something about boundaries, self-respect, and all the other lies people tell themselves when they’re trying to salvage what’s left of their dignity.
Jake loves seeing his bitch, Jeff in heels. He has bought a pair of Alexandro Vasini white ankle boots with 60mm heels for Jeff. He licks the inside of the boot so it is wet and warm and slides it onto Jeff's foot. He keeps licking the pretty boot while he fucks Jeff.
Trevor, a retired Marine Sniper, inherits his grandparents' place at Duck Creek Landing, where he lived in the summers as a boy when he was out of school. He wants to find a quiet place to heal his wounds, but what he finds isn't what he remembers.
This is the second chapter in a story about a couple of building contractors, a work foreman and a steelworker, working on a new skyscraper. I haven't decided how long it will be, but there are still two or three chapters to come. It stars a bit rough, but things will settle down eventually.
I keep massaging Mason's huge cock while watching the film, until I tell him about a "secret posture" which should help him release the tension he has between his legs for too long.
Pete's head is spinning. He can't fathom the sex happening with these two Gorgeous Twink Twins and Adam. Some fears about the Twins' past and whether he is doing the right thing are put to rest as the Twins plead for adult Training and wish for their friends, once they are 18, to join. It will be the 25th Floor Private 18+ Gay Boys BDSM Sex Club!
Waking to a deep morning fuck, Derrick endures public intimate measurements with friends. At a luxurious nude dinner, wealthy nudist Kai offers permanent 24/7 nudity: worldwide resort travel, nude-only housing, and lead model role exposing him to millions.
The soft, deliberate stroke of Jason’s thumb was a paradox—a comforting anchor in a sea of dizzying sensation. Dick’s breath hitched, a ragged sound that was swallowed by the low hum of the streaming equipment. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for the contact it was being denied.
The office air was dense with the fog of recycled breath and apathetic mediocrity, while fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like flies on the spoiled leftovers of a rich man’s indulgence.
“The door wasn’t locked,” Aditya said, his voice calm, conversational. “Sloppy, Ansh. You were so hungry to reclaim your toy you forgot basic security.” Ansh’s body went rigid above him. Jai turned his head, his cheek scraping against the silk pillow, to follow Ansh’s glare.
Trevor, a retired Marine Sniper, inherits his grandparents' place at Duck Creek Landing, where he lived in the summers as a boy when he was out of school. He wants to find a quiet place to heal his wounds, but what he finds isn't what he remembers.