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BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM/BL fiction.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual. Enjoy and don’t forget to leave your comments!!😊🤭😝😜 ***** ALEX My straight roommate isn’t aware of the illicit thoughts I have for him. He walks around the room in those super tight, sexy underwear and at times naked when changing, not knowing I fantasize about chugging down on his beautiful cock and feeling his seed burst down my throat. It all started after I got into college. I had only moved in a few weeks ago but was already living with three guys, all of whom are straight. Complicated right? But we were still very much compatible. We live in an apartment that wasn’t huge, but it had enough space to accommodate the four of us. Two bedrooms, a small living area, and a kitchen. I just met the guy I shared a direct bedroom with this year. Ryan! When I first met Ryan, I had a boyfriend and was in a serious relationship, so I didn’t notice how ridiculously attractive he was. But now that I had broken up, I was as single as could be, always restless, always horny that I couldn’t help noticing every single detail about his physical looks. Ryan was one of those people who definitely lucked out in the genetics lottery. He was tall and lean and could easily pass as a swimwear model. He had a dimpled back, nice firm ass and his briefs always displayed the outline of his cock. I literally get hard just watching him walk around the room shirtless or in his briefs. He was the chill, friendly type who wasn’t always so conscious about his surroundings so he didn’t really notice. When I watch p**n, I can’t help but think about replaying those scenes with him in real life. At times, when he isn’t around, I jerk off in the bathroom with his image in my head or his I*******m photos. I know I shouldn’t be doing that but I just can’t help it. He’s so hot I don’t even think he realizes how much power he holds. One night, after drinking myself to a stupor with friends at a freshers’ party, I returned to my room, extremely drunk and feeling horny. Ryan was already asleep. He always sleeps naked for reasons best known to him. This time, he must have felt very hot while falling asleep because his blanket was pushed off his body and to the side of the bed and his naked body was on full display. Immediately, I got rock hard just by looking at him and wondering what it would feel like to fuck him in that state. So, I decided to take advantage of this moment not knowing if I’ll ever get the chance again. I tried to resist. But, “fuck it…” Eventually, my impulses took control and I found myself moving towards the bed and getting on it. Completely overrun by my urges, I hastily but quietly took off every piece of clothing I had on, now completely naked beside him. My heart was racing with so much excitement that it was hard to contain the thrill. I ran my fingers through his chest and stomach. They were so smooth and I could feel the muscles that strained restlessly beneath his skin. Even his flaccid cock was an impressive size and looked very appetizing. Gosh! How can someone be so perfect? I wrapped my hand around it and slowly started rubbing it up and down. When he didn’t wake up, I took the chance to taste it. He was a heavy sleeper so I wasn’t really that worried about him waking up and finding out I was doing this. I licked the head of his cock and slowly moved my mouth down his shaft and balls, taking in that musky, masculine scent. It felt so freaking good to finally have him after all this time of fantasizing about him. Wanting more, I knelt on the bed, lifted his hand, and placed it around my hard dick. I wrapped my fingers around his on my shaft and began jerking myself off. My breath quivered and chills ran through me just being subtly held by him. Deciding to risk it all, I went back to sucking his dick. A little more violently this time. He remained asleep but his dick started to get firm in my mouth and had grown about another two inches. I bet it could reach 8 to 10 inches when fully erect. I couldn’t get enough of his beautiful cock. I was literally gulping down on it, coating it with my saliva. As I continued to suck him off, he shifted slightly on the bed and mumbled his girlfriend’s name, telling her how good it felt. But inside, I only chuckled, knowing his girlfriend can’t suck him off as well as I do. My ex-boyfriend and I literally practiced sucking each other off every day. After about 10 minutes, I felt his dick start to throb and then felt his load shoot inside my mouth. It was so warm and tasty. I was so turned on and made sure to get every last drop of it. After he finished in my mouth, I went back to jerking myself off. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. My body shuddered uncontrollably and I held back my breath, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I burst with my release. I ended up cumming all over his stomach. Lowering myself, I made sure to lick it clean and swallowed as well before placing the blanket over him. That night, I didn’t bother washing off. I slept beside him on the bed with a big smile on my face. From time to time, I jerk and suck him off and he’s never woken up. Not even once!RAYHe pushed in. My eyes snapped shut. It was too much, too full, but still not enough. I gritted my teeth, my face twisting into a grimace as pain and pleasure tangled until my vision blurred.He was bigger than I’d imagined. I’d held his size in my hand, taken him in my mouth, but none of that compared to the thickness pressing against my pucker now. He went slowly, letting me adjust as I took him inch by inch, letting me feel the stretch and the burn. His hands gripped my hips to steady me in position, his breath hot on the back of my neck.“That’s it,” he gritted out. “Feel how big it is inside your tight little cunt. This is what you have been coming back for. This is what you have been asking for. So take it. Take all of it.” His voice was low and rough, each word landing like a deliberate blow.“You’ve got a wife at home. But look at you, spread open for a stranger, taking every inch of his cock like a cockhungry little bitch. She’d never recognize you like this. You’re not
RAY It was him. After all these weeks, we were meeting again. I was finally looking at the face I hadn’t been able to get out of my head. The face that started it all. He stopped at the door and looked at me. Then, a smile spread across his face, slow and knowing, like he’d been expecting to find me here. “You came back,” he said. My mouth was dry. “I—” I swallowed but the words wouldn’t come. “I knew you would.” He walked past me to the urinal. His scent hit me like a punch—sharp, masculine, and intoxicating—as though I could literally smell the testosterone oozing off him. “People always come back,” he said as he unzipped and settled in. “First time’s free. After that, the choice is yours. You decide if it was good enough to keep coming back. For you to have come back, that means the dick was good. That means you liked it.” He shook off the last drops of his piss and my eyes followed the movement of his meat dangling before I could even blink. I’d spent weeks trying
RAY That night I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned under the sheets, staring at the ceiling one moment and closing my eyes the next, hoping exhaustion would finally win. It didn’t. Every time I drifted to sleep, my mind dragged me back to that bathroom. To that student. To the way he looked at me and smiled when he caught me staring. The way he gently forced me down on my knees and gripped my hair. The way he shoved his massive cock into my mouth and sprayed his load all over my face. Married man, yet still so desperate for some dick and cum. I squeezed my eyes shut as those words echoed in my head, filthy and degrading. I wanted to regret what happened but every time I tried to summon some guilt, I failed. All I could think about was how much I wanted to see him again. I turned toward my wife. She was fast asleep, completely unaware of what I’d done that morning. Completely unaware her husband was lying awake thinking about another man. “What a mess,” I whispered to
RAY “I know what you need right now,” he said as his hand found my shoulder. Not rough. Just gentle. Patient. Coaxing. He pressed me down until my knees hit the tile, until I was eye level with it. It looked even bigger up close. And his smell hit me: salty, sweaty, musky, something I’d smelled on other men before, but never like this. Never close enough to want to breathe it in. What the hell is happening to me? “Go on,” he said. “You know what to do.” I did. Didn’t even need to think about it. I took him in my mouth with a hunger I didn’t know I had. His length slid in easily like it belonged there, his skin dragging along my tongue as he completely filled my mouth. But fuck… He was too big. And this was my first time taking a cock in my mouth. I wasn’t confident in my skills. My teeth kept grazing clumsily against his skin and when his tip bumped the back of my throat, I’d make a series of involuntary gagging sounds, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. He
RAY My wife and I found a new apartment early this summer. It wasn’t anything special. Just two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a kitchen the size of a closet. This was not the kind of place that could pass as anyone’s dream home. But it could make do for now. At least until the babies came and we started raising a family. I remember my wife standing by the living room window that evening and pointing across the street. “There,” she said. “Your running route.” I smiled and walked over to her. I pulled her into me and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead and on the top of her head. As a dedicated runner, we’d considered that before choosing this place. I like to go for a fifteen to twenty-minute run three times a week, usually in the morning before starting my day. Wouldn’t trade it for anything. The road ran right up to our block and belonged to a school campus. It was long. Could've doubled as a marathon route. Dorms lined one side, a library the other, and students crossed t
MILOThat word again. It should have been ridiculous. I was thirty-three; he was twenty-eight. I was older. I should have known better than to let a word like that keep affecting me. But it landed in a place I didn’t have a name for and I felt myself soften and open more under him like a flower turning toward light.I looked back over my shoulder at him. My face was twisted into a helpless whimper, half pain, half pleasure. His face was half triumph, half tenderness as he thrust into me and his breath washed over my face.“My babygirl,” he said again, softer this time and I lost count, turning back frailly toward the pillow as each thrust knocked the air right out of my lungs.His hips picked up pace. With each sharp, brutalizing thrust, his weight pressed me deeper into the mattress, the room filled with the obscene sound of skin slamming against skin and the bed knocking against the wall. My dick was so hard under me I thought I might burst. I reached down and wrapped my hand aroun







