Three months in Paris, Troy has found a quiet rhythm until Dylan, his best friend Jake's older brother, shows up unannounced at his apartment. A heated reunion full of slow kisses, possessive touches, and the promise of more dinners (and nights) together as Dylan announces he's staying longer. The chemistry reignites, raw and undeniable.
Duke pulled back. “No,” he started, his chin lowering against his own chest as he looked down at me. “Don’t tell me what you think I want, tell me what YOU want. What do YOU want Brian?” I licked my lips and stared up at him. His eyes were wide, staring, waiting, that slight sexy grin making his goatee lopsided. What did I want?
The basement gym smelled like last night—dried cum, lingering sweat, cedar body wash, and the sharp bite of fresh lube I’d already warmed in my palm. I’d dragged the heavy oak captain’s chair out again, same one with the thick arms and iron-reinforced legs that could take 250 pounds of thrashing muscle without complaint.
Derrick flees his toxic parents to his half-brother’s remote nudist farm, where clothing is stricktly banned. Stripped bare, he discovers he’s truly a nudist at heart, finding freedom, family love, self-acceptance, and awakening desires he never knew existed.
Unleash the raw, throbbing pulse of history. From prehistoric caves to neon futures, witness the evolution of man’s deepest hunger. This is an unfiltered odyssey of heavy flesh, slick friction, and explosive release. No apologies, no restraints—just the scent of sweat, the heat of the grip, and the primal obsession with the ultimate masculine tool
The call came on a Tuesday. Troy and I were going over some invoices in the office of the shop. The kind of call you know is coming for years, expecting it for months, but it still hits you like a physical blow. My mother.
No name. No memory. A body built to serve. The rich kid with the expensive car says he has answers … but first, he has orders. [Note: can be read stand-alone.]
Brad, the new Office Boy, is determined to do everything right. The athletic men at the Milk Me Company seem friendly, helpful, and very interested in him. When rugby captain Tony calls him down to the shipping department, Brad follows—never realizing how closely the entire building has been watching, or the charged encounter waiting downstairs.
Finn is a young guy who recently began his first year of pre-law at the local university. There, he unexpectedly met his brother's former hot best friend and was invited to a party.
He peeled away his towel and stood at the next stall to mine. Up close, he was even more alluring than I cared to admit, with a fine furry coating of blonde hair over his chest and stomach. He wasn’t all washboard abs like me, but his slightly round gut suited him, as did the big muscles of his arms and shoulders, making him look like a beefy dad.
roy took a step forward and I braced myself for what we had planned for. This was it. He had had enough. He was going to do it first. My heart thumped in my chest as I watched the scene unfold. “You got something to say, say it.” Troy’s voice was on edge, while he took a deep breath and focused his gaze on Big Ray.
After a scorching night tangled in sheets, Adrian and Matteo pull apart at work, burying desire under forced normalcy. Lust, guilt, and aching memories of heated touches simmer beneath polite texts, until Jessica dares them to prove their fake relationship is real.
The basement gym lights were turned low, just the warm amber glow from the wall sconces catching the sheen of sweat already rolling down Dave’s carved torso. At forty-two, my dad was still a walking wet dream.
His message was direct: "That’s my boy, desperate for Dad’s cock. Sunday night then. 7pm. Motel 6 on the Service Road. I’ll send you the room number when I get there. Wear a jock. If you don’t have one, buy one. Dad wants to see his boy in it. Wants to eat that sweet hole in it. Wants to fuck his baby boy all over the room in it."
Welcome to Hardwood Creek… where the town is small, the motel is shabby, and the secrets are filthy.
Some places are remembered for their charm, their quiet streets and warm smiles. Others are remembered for the secrets that lurk behind peeling wallpaper and flickering neon lights.
I think I had only read two pages when he appeared with a towel around his waist. We both sort of stopped short, him staring at my exposed upper body waiting for him in his bed, me taking in his physique in the towel. At 6’5” and 270 pounds of solid muscle, he didn’t just enter the bedroom, he seemed to fucking occupy it.
The Final Deployment. Episodic story on the two soldiers who finally stopped fighting the world and started guarding the only truth that mattered. The signal is perfectly clean. The watch is shared. The mission is complete.
Mr. O’Brien was an older, bigger, thicker version of his son Jake for sure, with the same piercing green eyes. But it was the slightly shorter man standing next to Mr. O’Brien that made my heart stop. He was still handsome, still fit, still wearing the same silver Rolex. Our eyes met and we recognized each other immediately.
Then Dex smacked my ass. Hard. “Let me know if you need any help in there, half-pint,” before he moved to the shower right next to the one I had chosen. I was running the water to heat it up, holding the curtain against my front to hide my sudden sightseeing pleasures as I tried to not look at Dex’s thick piece of cut meat.
It played out in my head like a movie reel. His hands clasped in mine, tighter than ever, our fingers entwined in our final grasp. The way he kissed me that morning makes me hard, even now, just thinking about it. It was our secret. The need was intense. The hunger insatiable. We had found each other. We were in love.
The following week, my brother was very busy with his construction job but we still managed to make time for the gym together. Although we did keep using the communal showers, we never got around to doing anything since there were always other people around.
My eyes, almost against my will, flicked to Troy. He was frozen, a fuel line in his hand, watching me. His face was a mask of careful neutrality, but his eyes were wide, screaming a silent warning. He gave a slow, almost imperceptible shake of his head. No. Not like this.
“I’m not into whoring myself out unsuspectedly to guys who play games!” I said to them, defiantly. “Oh really?” Neil sat up a bit, his erection forgotten. “So when Ben fucked you in his basement while I was upstairs entertaining his wife, who was playing games? Yeah, you’re not so innocent yourself are you?” He looked sideways to Ben and grinned.
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
Big hands planted on either side of his head, caging him against the lockers with a metallic clang. A hard, hot chest pressed to his back, hips grinding forward until the thick ridge of an obscene bulge nestled right between his cheeks. Chase’s knees wobbled.
After watching my brother jerk off, I couldn’t stop thinking about it all week. I kept it cool around him though and he had no clue, we started going to the gym together in the evenings after he finishes from work and spending time with him again has been a lot of fun.
A shy first blowjob spirals into wet, breathless heat as Eli learns exactly how good his roommate tastes. Lips stretched, hands guiding, moans breaking in the dark, what begins as curiosity turns filthy and addictive fast. By the time Zack spills across his mouth, they both know this isn’t just a hookup anymore.
When a mysterious experimental drug spills into the water supply of an all-boys high school, the once-straight, bro-y jocks transform overnight into dumb, hyper-muscular, outrageously hung himbos obsessed with one thing: Chase, the sweet, closeted blond with the perfect bubble butt.
The 2nd mission. The final alignment of their signals forged from the steel of DDG-81. The duo game the system to secure the only chain of custody that is truly unbreakable. No longer assets, but partners in a permanent joint unit. The mission is over; the watch continues. The anchor is set for good.
The brute driller of the Northern Pioneer Oil Rig Hank meets his agile new floorhand Noah. Hank’s solid, unmovable presence is tested by the inner courage of the graceful Noah, both scarred and looking for peace to be who they truly are. Will the mountain and the gymnast finally find a perfect fit in the most unforgiving place?