NEW STORY!! This one has 19 chapters and I'll be publishing every other day or so. NOTE! I leaned pretty hard into fisting and kink for parts of this one. The rest is a fantasy relationship & romance story. I hope you like it!!
Lincoln's still feeling the afterglow from being passed around as his bros' fuck-toy. When Chance turns up to scold him for missing their gym session, Lincoln has an alternative workout his best friend could help with.
I’m Eli, 18, a freshman gymnast still figuring myself out. Lately, it feels like every answer I find just leads to more questions. Casper’s training has me wired, my body humming with need I can’t shake. But Saturday night, the tension finally snapped. When the door swung open while I was jerking off, nothing felt simple anymore.
When Liam returns, eager to prove himself, Randy offers him a quiet, unforgiving test. There’s no scene, no warmth—just commands, consequences, and the question of whether Liam can handle what real submission demands. By night’s end, it will be clear: is Liam going to serve or step out.
Lincoln's the meat in a bro-fuck sandwich, and he can't bring himself to say no when his best friends want to work out their sexual tension on him. Problem is, getting left naked and cum-smeared isn't so great when the pizza guy turns up at the door...
Bryson and Aiden made me beg before using my mouth again—hard, deep, and filthy. Breakfast came after, but the teasing didn’t stop. At the table, I had to beg all over again, this time for Grant and Connor. Still naked, still caged, I somehow felt more included than ever. Even humiliation was starting to feel like home.
Jake's dad was visiting and after a night out with Jake's friends, and an admission from Jake's dad, the two men explore new depths of their relationship.
Archer stepped into view, stark naked, his sculpted body a vision of raw power, muscles gleaming in the dim light like polished bronze. His eight-inch cock stood proud, bobbing slightly, a beacon of heat that drew Jack’s gaze like a moth to flame.
Malik Carter and Jaden Brooks thought their secret was safe—until a blurry kiss goes viral. Now the locker room's watching, their coach is calling them in, and a face from Jaden’s past reappears. But even with the pressure rising, neither of them is backing down.
I’m Eli, 18, a freshman gymnast, and apparently the kind of guy who walks into his dorm glowing because he sucked his hot, young coach off. Casper didn’t let me cum, but the next day, I was smoother on the rings than ever. Maybe it’s not about getting off. Maybe it’s about giving him everything.
Jack, eighteen years old and fresh into manhood, was no stranger to this unforgiving land. A blond farm boy, his body was a testament to years of toil—hauling hay bales, wrestling calves, and swinging a sledgehammer to drive fence posts into the rocky soil.
Randy gives Liam space and watches him crack. One message turns into another, until Liam’s back on his knees, worshipping Randy’s sweat-slick body. But even as Liam submits, Randy can feel the thread fraying: a beautiful boy promising more than he’s ready to give. One more chance… then Randy decides if he’s staying or walking.
Cum dripping down his face, Lincoln's walk-of-shame back to Riley's place at least includes free beer. But when his buddies find out what he did to get it, can you blame them for wanting a piece of the jock meat themselves? Get ready to be stretched, Lincoln...
wen, a 20-year-old baseball jock, lay face-down on his creaky dorm bed, his 6-foot, 185-pound body a sculpted masterpiece from years of swinging bats and crushing gym sessions.
Outside, I recognize the quiet voices to be Nico and Robbie. I could see through the darkness two figures that appeared to be watching and filming with their phones near the pool. I felt their eyes on me, cameras lit, taking in every intimate moment, every inch of my athletic body as Carlos fucked me. They were quiet, but I knew they were there.
I got there early just like he'd told me but this morning wasn’t about getting Tyler’s cock in my mouth—it was about earning it. Begging until my voice cracked, until my throat was raw, and then finally wrapping my lips around him like I’d been starving for it all along.
I'm Eli, an 18-year-old freshman, and I can’t stop thinking about Coach Casper—his hands on me, his cock in my mouth, the way he said when I could touch myself and when I couldn’t. I thought I’d get over it. I thought going out with Mason might help. But I only want what I’m not supposed to want—him.
A young American jock, Luke, encounters a Queensland cowboy, Jack, at an underground bar in Sydney's Central Business District. Luke finds himself struggling to prove his American power with a man who has a lot more experience with wrangling.
Randy takes Liam to the edge, using his mouth, his body, keeping him aching and untouched. Spit, control, and rough, relentless sex leave them both wrecked... and wanting more. By the end of the night, both boys feel it: this might not just be play.
Chad is a 21-year-old college senior and rugby star. He's rich, young, fit, and sexy as fuck--6'0" with wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes. Chad's world is flipped upside down when his girlfriend's dad, Thom, a 6'6" 35-year-old construction worker, makes Chad his bitch.
A teen’s new body is an invitation—to athleticism, to desires he’s long denied, and, during one sleepover, to a wrestler and his family whose appetites push him to his limits.
One by one, I served each of them—Connor, Aiden, Grant, Bryson, Tyler—on my knees by the fire. No teasing this time. No pretend. Just obedience. Swallowing everything they gave me, showing it off, feeling my cage throb tighter with every load. By the end, I wasn’t even embarrassed. I was proud. Tomorrow, I’d kneel again.
Rule one of jerking off in public: Always check for cameras, first. Lincoln let horniness call the shots, though, but will that come back to bite him? Turns out, there's more than one way to pay for beer...
Ethan Kane, a 21-year-old rugby god, stirred in the tangled sheets of his king-sized bed, his body sprawled across the mattress like a sculpted monument to masculine perfection.
I thought I didn’t like feet. Turns out, I just hadn’t been made to worship them yet—face down, cock caged, while my so-called friends laughed and moaned at the show. And when they saw me hard from it? That’s when things really started to heat up.