The second and final chapter. A malfunctioning HVAC unit in a small apartment in New York City during a midsummer heat wave? Gotta call an electrician. But it's too hot in the apartment to bother wearing clothes ...
Part 1 of 2 chapters. A malfunctioning HVAC unit in a small apartment in New York City during a midsummer heat wave? Gotta call an electrician. But it's too hot in the apartment to bother wearing clothes ...
After years of loving and fucking, Pete surprises his 50-year-old dad with the chance to flip their roles and finally let the man who made him into his hole.
J & P enjoy each others company after dinner back at the Gulf Side Florida condo, continuing to rekindle their 50 year relationship, releasing some steam.
Now that Jay has one gay friend, he's trying to be a better person. Less of a bully. More supportive. Unfortunately, his new lab partner is going to hold him to it.
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.
After Sandor's experience with Stan and Sergio, he wrestles with his identity. He goes to a party and meets an old work acquaintance and they have an important conversation.
Jack keeps crashing into Richard and Julian’s marriage like a storm they can’t stop chasing. What starts as mind-bending sex turns into darker truths—secrets, betrayals, and a power struggle neither man wants to lose. When Julian leaves town, Richard faces Jack alone…and what happens between them is raw, violent, and impossible to walk away from.
The walk of shame was nothing. Now comes the silence. Traumatized and hollowed out, Wyatt stumbles through a haze of pain and guilt, desperate for an anchor. The one person who offers help is the one he’s already pulled into his chaos. But in his shattered state, is Wyatt seeking solace, or just continuing his self-destruction?
Ashton musters up the courage to meet up with a man from Grindr in his neighborhood park, but the plan is derailed and he almost gets caught. (The story is told from Ashton's point of view.)
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, water dripping from both our faces, but it was me that went to my knees first. And holy God what a big thick dick. It was long, like a pole, hard and sticking straight up.
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
He licked his lips, his blue eyes raking over my chest when he made a sound. I looked down at my pecs, still impressive and hard, muscled from good genes and hard gym time. I made them flex, then dance and he let out a soft “Fuck me.” While my brain screamed I will, I managed to speak. “Your turn.”
I brought my hand up to his wrist at first, my fingers barely making it around the thickness of this man. But then my other hand removed itself from his chest and found his jaw, the stubble rough against my palm, showing him without words that I was here, that I wasn’t going anywhere as I tried to control my breathing and my pounding heart.
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