The Minotaur's member was as long as a spear, and looked as much as dangerous. Theseus had ventured into the depths of the Labyrinth to slay the beast, yet found himself navigating the equally perilous maze of his own soul. What secrets lie at the very heart of the Labyrinth? Will the fated hero be able to conquer the abominable creature?
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.
Now that we’re alone, it’s harder to avoid him. I keep my eyes on the torque converter. But I was feeling something, other than the need to fuck someone else, other than the tension between us. Something I needed to get off my chest. I needed to tell him, but what exactly I didn’t know.
I stood as tall as I could and lifted my chin upward. "I knelt to him. I gave him my oath. I am his eromenos now, in truth." I kept my voice even. "The training… it is not what you think. It is an agreement. And I have chosen to obey." Theron stared at me as if I were a stranger, someone else standing before him.
A quiet night out takes a dangerous turn when a magnetic biker locks eyes with him. Confidence turns to craving as the biker’s raw dominance strips him of control. By the end of the night, the hunter becomes the prey—owned, undone, and aching for more.
Returning home, an artist and his fiancé are drawn into his father's dangerous orbit. Before it ends, the three will collide in ways that leave no one leaves unchanged. (Rewritten April 2026)
I like wearing my sister’s lingerie. They feel so good on my skin. I usually just wear them in private but what I was doing today was very dangerous. I wait until the door unlocks at 2 am on Saturday morning, knowing he’s been drinking. Knowing also that my sister is on bed rest at the hospital for the baby. My own personal bedroom door is wide op
Trapped between twenty floors and one impossible attraction, two strangers find themselves in an elevator where the tension turns electric fast. What starts as teasing and glances turns into heat, sweat, and surrender when neither can resist anymore. One night. One spark. No way back once the doors open.
I felt my head nodding as I looked into his eyes. My ass twitched, remembering how good it felt when Mario’s beer can thick cock had slowly fucked me many times last year. But now I felt the slight bruising from mere minutes ago by his girlfriend’s father. Ben’s cum was still circling inside me and all I could think about was Mario’s tasty cock.
I exhaled slow, dragging my palm over my face, half-laughing at myself. “Sorry, man. It’s just—your ass…” I glanced down, then right at him in the mirror again. “No homo, but… fuck.”
The room went quiet. Just the hum of the lights, the sound of our breathing.
Jamie’s eyes stayed locked on mine in the mirror. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t back down.
Big Ray took the socket, his eyes meeting mine for a second. There was a flicker there. Something ambiguous. Maybe just friendly camaraderie. Maybe a hint of curiosity. With big, straight, married guys, you could never tell. It was all part of the frustrating, addictive game I found myself playing lately. It was all I knew.
He began to move, not with the force I was expecting, but with a slow, deliberate calculation, his hands releasing my chest, moving all over my torso in a claiming I didn’t understand. I kept my eyes closed as he used me. This was my duty. I belonged to him. Erastes and erominos. Sparta’s acceptable union.
I looked at the pic Grant held out. "He’s got tons of money and a dirty mind. I recognized him when he took his mask off.” Grant looked down at my body. “He likes smaller jocks, straight muscle type guys that can take a hard pounding and won’t out him.” He raised an eyebrow. “So you interested?”
Noah entered the apartment like a shadow. He threw his bag on the floor, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed onto the couch as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. I had already showered, was wearing shorts, and had a beer in my hand, and I immediately sensed that something was wrong.
Instead of wanting to go out and find relief with some random, I stayed at home and reached for myself, to satisfy my own needs while replaying images from the day about Troy Jenkins. Like the flex of his forearm when he tightened a bolt, or the way his coveralls fit across the width of his back when he leaned over an engine, or that ass.
'Straight Muscular Jock Massages Gay Men' is a gay erotic story about a closeted engineer who books a massage, only to discover the masseur is his long time crush - the straight jock he never stopped fantasizing about.
When a frat pledge violates the Bro Code by getting head from another bro’s visiting brother, his fate is in the hands of a horny jury and a defense bro-torney whose brains live in his biceps. The Bro Court is in session—where the jury is always hung and the rules exist to be broken.
I looked down the narrow aisle at the comically small door of the lavatory. I looked back at his six-foot-two, solid-muscle frame of 240 pounds. “In there?” I hissed. My 57-year-old retired police officer with the daring rejuvenated freedom of a teenage delinquent lately with the physique of a Roman gladiator grinned. How could I say no?
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
“Got room for me?” Aldo's deep voice added as he moved in around Dom, holding his cock in his hand, hiding it from sight as I took in his darker looking body. Dom was all smooth and a bit thicker in build compared to his brother's more defined muscular build with a splash of hair on his hard pecs and that sexy line leading down over his abs.