LOGINChapter 3: Under the Stars The second night at the lake house felt heavier. All day Daniel acted normal. He grilled burgers for lunch, took us out on the boat, and joked with Ryan like nothing had happened. But every time our eyes met he gave me a look that made my stomach tighten. A dark hungry look that said he remembered exactly how I tasted and how my hole felt around his fingers. Ryan drank too much beer again after dinner. By ten he was passed out on the big couch in the living room snoring loud. Daniel waited ten more minutes then nodded at me. "Help me check the boat lines on the dock," he said loud enough for anyone listening. "They get loose sometimes at night." We walked out together. The night air was warm and the lake looked black under the stars. The wooden dock stretched long and empty. No houses close enough to see us. Only the soft lap of water and the distant sound of crickets. Daniel led me all the way to the end where the dock widened into a small platform. H
Chapter 2: Wet Tiles The bathroom filled with steam. Water still ran in the shower behind Daniel. I knelt on the wet tile floor with my knees already cold. My heart hammered so hard I felt it in my throat. Daniel stood right in front of me. His thick cock pointed straight at my face. Water droplets ran down his chest and over the heavy length in his hand. He looked down at me with dark eyes. One hand rested on the back of my head. Not pushing yet. Just holding me there. "You have been staring at me for years Alex," he said low. "Every time you come over. Every family barbecue. Every time Ryan brings you around. Now you are on your knees where you belong. Open your mouth." I parted my lips. My hands rested on his thick thighs. They felt hard and warm under my palms. Daniel stepped closer. The head of his cock brushed my lower lip. It was hot and smooth and already leaking a little. "Taste it," he told me. "Slow at first. Get used to it." I licked the tip. The taste was salty and
Best Friend's Dad Chapter 1: The Lake House The weekend at the lake house started like any other summer trip. My best friend Ryan invited me along because his dad had the big place all to himself now that the divorce was final. I said yes right away. Not because of the swimming or the boat. Because of him. Mr. Kane. Ryan's dad. We drove up Friday evening. Ryan sat in the front seat talking nonstop about girls and college. I sat in the back and tried not to stare at the back of his dad's head. Mr. Kane had strong shoulders and short dark hair with a little gray at the sides. He wore a simple black t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest. Every time he shifted gears his arm flexed and I felt heat pool low in my stomach. When we pulled up to the house the sun was already going down. The place sat right on the water with a long wooden dock and big windows that looked out over the lake. Mr. Kane killed the engine and turned to us with that easy smile he always had. "Boys, grab y
Priest & Altar Boy (Dark Forbidden) The church stood dark and silent after midnight. Only a few candles burned near the front. Their light flickered across the wooden pews and the big stone altar at the center. I slipped in through the side door like Father Elias told me. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. The white altar boy robe felt thin against my skin. Underneath I wore nothing. Father Elias waited for me at the altar steps. He still wore his full black cassock with the white collar tight around his neck. In his hand he held the old leather Bible. His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrumen
Priest & Altar Boy (Dark Forbidden)The rectory felt warmer now. The lamp cast long shadows across the walls. Father Elias still knelt between my legs. His hand moved slow and steady on my cock. Every stroke made my breath shake. I could not stop the small sounds coming from my throat."Keep talking Michael," he said. His voice stayed calm but his eyes burned. "Confess everything. The more you tell me the more I can absolve you."I gripped the couch tighter. "I dream about you Father. Not just any man. You. I picture you in your cassock pushing me against the altar after mass. Lifting my robe and taking me right there where everyone prays."His grip tightened. He stroked faster. "You want your priest to defile you in the house of God? That is a very grave sin.""Yes," I whispered. "I cannot stop thinking about it."Father Elias leaned forward. His breath brushed over the head of my cock. Then his tongue came out and licked the wetness from the tip. I jerked hard. The feeling shot stra
Chapter 1: Confession The church was empty after evening mass. Only the soft glow of candles lit the old wooden pews. I knelt in the front row still wearing my white altar boy robe. My hands shook a little as I waited. Father Elias had asked me to stay behind for a private talk. He said it was important. Father Elias was new to our parish. Tall and strong with sharp eyes that seemed to see right through people. His voice during sermons made everyone sit up straight. But when he looked at me it felt different. Hotter. Like he knew things about me I tried to hide. The side door creaked open. He stepped out still in his black cassock. The white collar stood out clean against his neck. He walked straight to me and stopped just a foot away. "Michael," he said quietly. His voice was deep and calm. "You have been serving at the altar for two years now. You are a good boy. Devout. But I see something in your eyes lately. Something heavy." I looked down at the floor. My face felt warm. "
Chapter 2: Wall-Fucked Tease Zane kept Eli pinned against the wall with his bigger body. The apartment was quiet now except for their heavy breathing. Eli’s heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his ears. Zane’s thick bulge pressed firmly between his ass cheeks through the thin layers of fab
Chapter 3: Crossing the Line Jax carried Riley into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. The room was dark except for the soft glow from the hallway light that spilled under the door. He set Riley down on his feet but kept their bodies pressed close. Riley’s shorts were still pushed
Chapter 2: Late Night Collision The house stayed quiet after dinner. Riley tried to sleep but he could not. He tossed and turned in his old bed for hours. The thin sheets felt too warm against his skin. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Jax standing by the pool in those low swim trunks. The wa
Chapter 2: Tyler kept me pinned under him in the sand, his thick cock buried balls-deep in my stretched hole, grinding slow and nasty instead of pounding. Every little roll of his hips made his fat head rub right over my prostate, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My own dick was trapped betwe







