LOGINMY SON'S BEST FRIEND WANTS MY COCK 1 I’m forty-nine years old, a successful architect, married for twenty-two years, and I knew from the first moment I started having those thoughts, it was wrong. But still, Drake made it impossible to resist.My son’s best friend had been staying with us for the summer while his parents traveled. Drake was twenty-one — tall, lean-muscled, with messy dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and an easy, cocky smile that always lingered a second too long when he looked at me. He knew exactly what he was doing. He’d walk around the house in nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants, the waistband riding so low I could see the V of his hips and the faint trail of hair leading down. After swimming in our pool, he’d come inside dripping wet, the thin fabric clinging to his body, outlining the thick shape of his cock and the curve of his ass like he wanted me to stare.I told myself I was imagining it. I was straight. I had a wife. But every time I caught him in the hallw
I WOKE UP AS A CHARACTER IN MY EROTICA STORY 2His mouth claimed mine like he owned it. Like he owned me—his fucking creator. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, dominating me. A broken moan escaped my throat. I had written this exact kiss so many times, but feeling it — the scrape of his stubble, the raw hunger, the way he bit my lower lip — was overwhelming. My resistance was crumbling faster than I could process.He pulled back just enough to growl against my mouth, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you started working for me. Today I’m done waiting.”He manhandled me onto my hands and knees across the wide back seat. My uniform pants were yanked down roughly, exposing my ass. I was shaking — fear, shame, and unbearable arousal mixing into something intoxicating.Tae-joon spat on my hole, rubbed the fat head of his massive cock against it, and pushed in.I cried out sharply as he stretched me open. He was enormous, exactly as I had drawn him. Thick, long, veined, relentless.
I WOKE UP AS A CHARACTER IN MY EROTICA STORY 1I woke up to the scent of expensive leather and the low, powerful hum of a Rolls-Royce engine.My eyes snapped open. This wasn’t my small, messy apartment in Seoul. There was no pile of half-finished webtoon pages on my desk, no empty ramen cups, no glowing monitor with Chapter 87 of “The Billionaire’s Insatiable Desires” still open. Instead, I was sitting in the driver’s seat of a luxurious car, wearing a perfectly tailored black uniform, white gloves on my hands, and a sleek earpiece in my right ear.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them.“What… the fuck?”I stared at my reflection in the rear-view mirror. It was my face, same sharp jaw, same dark eyes, same messy black hair I never bothered to style properly, but everything else was wrong. My body felt… different. Leaner. More toned. And the watch on my wrist cost more than everything I owned combined.I was Park Williams. Thirty-one years old. Modera
AS A FUCK BOY, I LET 12 STRANGERS RUIN ME 2Man number eight was a beast — bald with hairy chest a cock like a beer can. He lifted me clean off the floor, held me in the air, and bounced me on his dick while the crowd went wild. My legs shook around his waist as he used me like the fuck boy I was, gravity driving him impossibly deep. I came hands-free for the first time, shooting across my own stomach while the audience applauded.He set me down and the ninth stepped in. This one wanted me on my back. They rolled a padded fuck bench onto the stage. I lay on it, legs in the stirrups, hole completely exposed to the entire room. He fucked me missionary, staring straight into my eyes while he destroyed my prostate. I was babbling, tears of pleasure running down my face.“Fill me… breed me… please…”He did. Hot, thick spurts flooded my guts. When he pulled out, cum poured out of me in a rush, dripping onto the stage floor. The audience cheered louder.Ten and eleven were twins — same heigh
AS A FUCK BOY, I LET 12 STRANGERS RUIN ME 1I stood backstage in nothing but a thin black jockstrap, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My name is Harit. Twenty-one years old, slim but toned from years of dancing, smooth olive skin, a tight bubble ass that had gotten me into more trouble than I could count, and tonight I was the main attraction — the fuck boy. Twelve men had paid good money to ruin me on stage while an audience of forty or fifty watched every second. Some would jerk off openly. Others already had eager mouths wrapped around their cocks. And I was going to take every single one of them, one after the other, until my hole was a wrecked, gaping, cum-leaking mess.The stage lights dimmed. A low, dirty bass beat started thumping through the underground club. The MC’s voice crackled over the speakers.“Ladies and gentlemen… tonight’s main event. Our beautiful little fuck boy, Harit, is ready to be destroyed. Twelve hung studs. One after the other. No me
I AND MY CELLMATE DOUBLES WARDEN WHO BEAT ME UP 2I stepped forward, still shirtless, bruises purple across my ribs. “You beat the shit out of me on my last night. Now we’re going to beat the shit out of that virgin hole of yours.”Kane’s eyes flicked down to my cock, already rock-hard at seven thick inches, then to Max's even bigger one. Real fear flashed across his face for the first time.We didn’t give him time to beg or threaten.Max shoved him face-first against the tile wall, yanking his arms behind his back while I ripped his belt off and used it to tie his wrists. Kane struggled, cursing us, but we were two against one and we’d waited too long for this.I dropped to my knees first, spreading his ass cheeks wide. His hole was tight, pink, untouched. I spat on it once, then buried my tongue inside him. Kane jerked like he’d been electrocuted.“What the fuck!— stop— you fucking fags!—”I ate him like I was starving. Long, sloppy licks, tongue fucking deep, sucking on his rim whi
Elliot’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder. Wet slaps echoed louder; sweat slicked our skin, making every thrust glide smoother, deeper. My cock slapped against my stomach with each bounce, pre-cum flinging in arcs. Pleasure built wild; I ground down messy, circling my hips to feel him
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built like a storm inside me. The bed creaked under us, the mattress dipping with each snap of his hips. His cock filled me completely—hot, thick, dragging over every sensitive spot. My own dick r
**Rowan's pov**The lecture hall cleared in a slow shuffle of zippers and footsteps. I stayed in my seat, paper crushed in my fist until the edges tore. Red ink slashed across the top: 58. Fail. My knuckles blanched white around the crumpled sheet. Every citation was correct, every argument tight.
The rest of the week dragged like wet concrete. Every lecture, every glance across the room, felt charged. Vale never acknowledged what happened in his office. He marked papers, explained theory, dismissed class with the same clipped precision. But his eyes found mine more often now—lingering just







