Those grey eyes never looked away, and the smile never stopped as he breached my still lubed ass. A big hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pulled me back towards him, not for a kiss, but to just rest his forehead to mine.
Brasidas huffed at me, and spit onto the ground at my feet. “Your brother, Alexandrios…," he said, hearing my brother’s name spoken aloud seemed to hit me harder than I expected, "…had a fire that could have lit up all of Greece." His voice, usually a gravelly command, softened into something I did not recognize from him.
Ben had managed to capture his final vision and busied himself in his Studio. Jamie and Callum had become fervent fans of each other and couldn't complain about the freedom supplied to them. Paul and Steve needed to chat about further plans, and Blakeney Point remained unflappable, a silent witness to destinies being discovered.
This story is a prequel to ‘A Storm at the Pool’. With homosexual acts illegal and severely punishable, Tony finds it difficult to meet men to keep all his needs satisfied. The beach has proved a fertile cruising ground in the past, but danger is ever present.
Dad seduces… oh, fuck! -- The last thing Leo wants is to be at a father-son retreat bonding with his cheating, beefy, impulsive, hairy, sweaty, cuckolding, uncut, sexy... wait, where was I? Oh yeah--he does NOT want to be anywhere around his dad right now. Looks like this powder keg's about to explode...
The second chapter of a series featuring formative erotic adventures between 18-year-old Jay and some of his older foster brothers, brother and father. And some educational experimenting with some of the foster brothers and their girlfriends.
So Hamilton began his freshman year of college as a handsome, five-eleven, moderately muscular 18-year-old with a bigger-than-average dick and the attitude that any man he met would want to take his dick up the ass. He swaggered onto campus on move-in day.
I was sitting on the couch when I heard the doorbell ring. I thought it was the courier, but when I opened the door, Jon was standing there. My favorite sight, though I never admitted it out loud.
The hot water sluiced away the evidence of their frenzy, but nothing could wash away the feeling of Ansh’s possession. Ansh’s arm remained a solid band around his waist, guiding him, half-carrying him from the steamy shower out into the cooler air of the locker room.
We squeeze inside, my bag at my feet devouring half the floor space, our bodies pressed so close I think we’ve fused into a single living thing. The doors slide shut, the box groans, and then we lurch upward.
Jimmy is a gorgeous twink who attracts guys with his hot ass. He wears leather jeans and shorts to feature his butt. He meets Jack in his 30's who knows how to top pretty boys and enjoy their lovely asses.
Part II deepens the tension between Marcus, Elliott, and Jace as desire turns into dangerous permission. Just when the three men are on the edge of crossing a new boundary together, a knock at the door brings back a ghost from Marcus’s past—shattering the moment and changing the night’s direction with one message.
Sohan huddled in the dim glow of the bedroom, the cold metal bars of the cage pressing against his bare skin like a constant reminder of his place. The plug nestled deep in his ass throbbed with a dull ache, a fullness that mirrored the cage locked around his cock—denied, straining, but utterly powerless. Ansh's words echoed :No Touching.