We were having a party with my highschool friends, but Damian was too drunk to walk or go home, so I took him to our apartment. The thing is, I had a crush on him since highschool though he is a homophobe, and now I had a chance to take a peek at his cock. As my boyfriend is already asleep… Maybe I should take that chance?
Calvin was sprawled across his bed like he was waiting for me… shirtless, the lamplight carving every line of his chest into sharp relief. One arm was folded behind his head, the other lazily scratching at his stomach. He didn’t move when I walked in. Didn’t even bother pretending he hadn’t been waiting.
After a long beach day, pretending gets harder to separate from wanting. Adrian agrees to crash at Matteo's friend’s place and ends up sharing a bed with his very straight, very fake and very hot boyfriend. Sand still on their skin, the night gets quiet, close, and way too horny.
They were just two straight guys blowing off steam after work. Now Andy’s waking up in bed with Scott, replaying every look, every touch, and realizing this wasn’t just drunk sex. Nothing feels simple anymore, and Scott is turning out to be a hell of a lot more than he bargained for.
It was supposed to be simple. My straight best friend asked me to pretend to be his boyfriend to finally get his ex off his back. One dinner, a few convincing touches, and a lie we both agreed was harmless. But somewhere between him calling me babe and holding my hand a second too long, the act started feeling real
It was supposed to be simple. My straight best friend asked me to pretend to be his boyfriend to finally get his ex off his back. One dinner, a few convincing touches, and a lie we both agreed was harmless. But somewhere between him calling me babe and holding my hand a second too long, the act started feeling real
Next bro date is going to be spicy. Since I couldn't host this time, I proposed Mason to go watch some thriller. Only a few other guys inside the cinema: perfect timing for some deep massage.
The state of λ α β was worse than Liam Moore had imagined. There was some resistance against him, and the once-famed Dungeon was in dire need of a retrograde back to the playspace it had been before the anti-gay President censored it away. Liam found out who his friends were and quickly, roughly got intimate with them. A Thanksgiving to Remember.
When Matteo Romano, a straight Italian guy, convinces his best friend Adrian to pretend to be his boyfriend to keep his ex away, things get complicated fast. What starts as a harmless favor turns into late nights, lingering touches, and the kind of tension neither of them can keep pretending about.
Liam Moore is dropped in the deep end after returning to college. He moves into the gay λ α β Frat house to seize the presidency. The man is forced to assert his newfound kinky dominance and restructure the brotherhood. Making friends and enemies as he sets the path to restore the Frat’s secret, powerful identity. A Thanksgiving to remember.
After our first "Bro date", curious Mason is up for some new yoga postures, including a very difficult one that would ask for some clever spotting. Of course I was down to teach him some more.
Eli, a freelance photographer, gets a new roommate in Zack - a confident, shirt-optional gym bro It begins as a deal to trade workout training for better dating photos .. but turns into a slow, dirty game of teasing and tension where every favor blurs the line between friends and something far more dangerous.
Jeff has always looked up to his brother-in-law Sean as the masculine ideal: handsome, capable, and strong. But when an injury leaves Sean helpless, he needs a right-hand man for everything—even his most basic needs.
When Sean needs another man to be his right hand, there’s no one he trusts more than Jeff.
I’d only ever dreamed of this man, of this kind of night. And now, sprawled in the wreckage of it; skin damp, lungs still chasing air, the heat of him heavy against me.. I knew...it was the best sex of my life.
Julián, a confident gay bottom, who's also a football player, convinces his teammates to fuck him in the locker room. But his carnal conquest quickly fires back at him, as he gets dominated and manhandled by two very rough young men who only care for themselves
Calvin’s lips were still on mine when his hand slid behind my waist and slipped under the water, moving slowly down inside my trunks until he grabbed my ass. He squeezed hard, his fingers spreading me apart before one of them found my hole. He circled it lazily, teasing me until I broke the kiss just to catch my breath.
I can feel your bulge
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"
By the time we made it back with wine, half the wedding party was already drinking whatever they found on the table. A few of the guests were still eating, plates of grilled salmon and chicken were being passed around, the clink of cutlery filling the air, and someone had clearly decided “lunch” was a loose concept because half the table was alread
The continuation of Stan and Sergio's evening. They meet up with Carlos later for an interesting conversation, then to the beach, followed by the beginning of an experience Stan has been fearing - and longing for.
Stan wakes up with Sergio in his bed and freaks out. He takes a walk and Sergio agrees to cool down for a while. At the formal dinner with the guys, Stan makes a difficult decision that leads to a transformative moment.
Stan and his close friends are at a stag week when one of them, Sergio - who is gay - asks Stan to pretend to be his boyfriend because his ex is there with his boyfriend. Stan agrees, but reluctantly...and things get interesting.
Ralph stepped closer, calm as ever, like walking in on a man getting his ass eaten was just another Tuesday for him. Calvin finally lifted his head from between my cheeks; his face wet from all the drooling, beard a little messy, eyes half-lidded and looked up at him with a lazy grin.