After a tense sauna encounter, Logan Hayes finds himself sharing a queen bed with his rugged Coach Grayson during the team hotel stay. The air crackles with unspoken tension as they both pretend nothing happened, but once the lights go out and the room falls quiet, Grayson’s hand settles on Logan’s hip in the dark.
Marshall and his two sons, Zack and Max travel to Coach Brian's house to be his guest while visiting the older son Phil at his college campus. Zack and Max are suspicious of the attention that Coach Brian is showing to their dad, and put their heads together to come up with a plan to deal with the coach. There is trouble on the horizon.
While Jace, his wife, and kids are getting ready to move back to Texas for the beginning of next hockey season, Jace receives an invitation to go golfing with former coach of his.
Jace not only sees his former coach as a surrogate father figure but at one time in the past a lot more.
On the team bus ride to the first away tournament, stats guy Hayes sits up front with Coach Grayson. Their thighs press together the whole way while they review brackets, every bump and glance thick with tension from yesterday’s sauna handjob. When they arrive at the hotel, the rooms are messed up and they’re forced to share one bed.
When a world famous coach gets fired from his longtime team, it's time for a reset. Luckily, he knows a hot, talented guy with magic hands and a soft (and hard) spot for his favorite coach.
Dustin is twenty three but he can hardly forget an affair he once had with his basketball coach more than three years ago: a memory that always makes him wonder if the rarest and fiercest of beasts still lurk in the shadows of the jungle or they have crept into everyday life disguised as men.
Steam, sweat, and naked bodies blur the line between team bonding and something far more charged. When the sauna empties out, Logan and Coach Grayson are left alone, heat thick in the air and tension impossible to ignore. One moment turns into touch, and touch into something neither of them planned but both give into.
Late Saturday night in the empty gym, Hayes massages Coach Grayson's tight shoulder and abs in his locked office. Things heat up when Grayson pulls his sweatpants down, exposing the thick base of his hardening cock and telling Hayes to massage lower.
Shy, stats obsessed freshman Logan Hayes joins the university wrestling team as an assistant manager and ends up alone after hours with straight Coach Grayson. Grayson is a divorced ex pro wrestler, all muscle and authority, and their secret late night sessions quietly blur lines neither of them planned to cross.
A burned-out, beefy American escapes to the South Tyrolean Alps for a month of private ski lessons, only to discover an unexpected spark with his confident, younger instructor
Broken In - Josh is fucked awake into his new reality—used, teased, denied, and bred until surrender becomes his only option. Love is confessed, bodies are used, and Josh learns the truth: this is was only the beginning.
A burned-out, beefy American escapes to the South Tyrolean Alps for a month of private ski lessons, only to discover an unexpected spark with his confident, younger instructor
My blood ran cold. That voice. I’d recognize it instantly anywhere. Smug, confident, laced with a fake, booming heartiness. It was a voice from a different life, from locker room showers and dark car interiors and motel rooms. I straightened up too fast, banging my head on the hood. "Coach Davis!" I said too loudly.
The Shape of Authority -
A boy hungry for approval encounters a man who embodies it—calm, commanding, unforgettable. Years later, fate reunites them inside an elite law firm, where mentorship blurs into something far more intimate. What began poolside now tightens into control, devotion, and a longing Josh is unable to resist.
A burned-out, beefy American escapes to the South Tyrolean Alps for a month of private ski lessons, only to discover an unexpected spark with his confident, younger instructor.
A burned-out, beefy American escapes to the South Tyrolean Alps for a month of private ski lessons, only to discover an unexpected spark with his confident, younger instructor.
A burned-out, beefy American escapes to the South Tyrolean Alps for a month of private ski lessons, only to discover an unexpected spark with his confident, younger instructor.
A burned-out, beefy American escapes to the South Tyrolean Alps for a month of private ski lessons, only to discover an unexpected spark with his confident, younger instructor.
A burned-out, beefy American escapes to the South Tyrolean Alps for a month of private ski lessons, only to discover an unexpected spark with his confident, younger instructor.
This a story about a group of guys on a football team that embarked on a journey of pure scat, turning what we once recognized as football into scat ball. This is my first attempt at writing a story, let me know if you want more!
The attractive Muscle Coach is dominated by the principal who offers him to his students dressed in his new uniform of fine white lycra. (translated from Spanish)
Brad leaves Coach Franco’s weekend of cameras, toys, and breeding to fly first-class to Sydney. Alone in the upper cabin, he discovers the crew already knows his name—and his purpose. Their hungry stares and careful touches turn the flight into a private initiation—Brad’s body offered, admired, and tested—proof he was born to be Mike’s Chosen One.
Vinnie and Tony play with Vinnie's swim coach after practice and learn that their unique relationship may not actually be as rare as they think in this town.
The private college of Homo Heights produced a lot sexy action. The Anatomy Professor is also the Wrestling Coach. Horny young men staying up late for homo sex! Lovers uncover. Get a cum rag!
I tore my eyes away from the Ivan-shaped distraction to see a beefy man with a permanent grease stain on his cheek and a toothpick tucked in the corner of his mouth. The same married guy I blurted out to when I first walked into the garage. The big, solid just-my-type-married-man. Doug Smith, Smitty everyone called him.
The photos did not do him justice as the masculine married mechanic I had blurted out to pointed a thick finger sideways. Ivan Volkov was standing with his back to me, bent over the engine bay of a classic Chevy pickup before he heard me and turned, and my first, purely intellectual thought was: So that’s what a mountain looks like in coveralls.
Pulse exploded with sound and color as Coach Franco guided me inside, his grip sure, his intent clear. Every head turned. The lights caught each line of my body—tight tank, sheer pants, red jock beneath. My heartbeat matched the bass; my body felt alive. That night, I wasn’t just watched—I was claimed, the athlete on display.