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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!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
MILO“You nasty slut,” he whispered sinisterly into my ear, his breath dragging along my skin. “You can’t say you came here not expecting this to happen.”I smiled again. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t, which was why I lowkey prepared for it.Without warning, he added a second finger. I gritted my teeth. The stretch burned—two of his longest fingers fighting for room in my tight little hole. Within seconds, the burn quickly turned into something pleasurable.My face lifted off the pillow before I even realized it and I gasped. “Oh, fuck…”“There you are.” He laughed, low against the back of my neck. “I knew you were going to like getting your ass played with.”He was right. But not entirely. I didn’t know until later tonight.“And who better than me to do it?” He laughed again—the sound of a man who’d finally won something he’d been chasing for a long time. “I’m going to fuck your ass so good you’d wish I did it earlier.”Just like that his fingers worked me open with a patience I hadn’t
MILOAiden was standing right there in the middle of the hallway. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Looking at me like I was something that just walked straight out of one of his dreams. “Jesus,” he blurted out.“What?” I stared down at myself, suddenly self-conscious in a way I’d never been. Did I wear the bra wrong? Was the skirt pulled up too high or too low or was something hanging out?I looked at myself a dozen times in the mirror before stepping out. Pretty sure I hadn’t missed anything. “Nothing. You just—” He didn’t finish. He closed his mouth, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Come on. Let’s get you another drink.”I shook my head. “I’m not drinking unless you finish the sentence.” I insisted. “I just what?”He gave me a knowing look, that smile still plastered on his face.“You just look different. That’s all.”Of course I’d look different. Did he expect me to look the same in women’s underwear? I let my guard down some more, and couldn’t help the smile that crept acros
MILOAiden poured the seventh glass and slid it toward me. Anyone with eyes could see I was already gone. Drunk. Swaying where I sat. Past the point of pretending I could handle it. “C’mon,” he pressed, sliding the glass closer. “Just another bottle and we can call it a night.”“Another bottle?” I laughed. Too loud. Too loose. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to take another bottle of that. I… I’m heading home to my bed.”I pushed back from the table, trying to get up. He didn’t let me. He kept pushing the glass toward me. And I forgot to mention, it wasn’t one of those small, thin glasses. It was one of those big tumblers that could literally qualify as a can.I shook my head and kept resisting until my hand knocked the glass over by accident.The drink hit my chest and ran down my shirt—cold, sticky, sudden. The bloom spread across the rest of my body and soaked into my pants, right where my dick sat. I stared down at it for what felt like a full minute before the slow, mortif
FINN The walk downstairs felt like forever. Every step down felt heavier than the last. The wood creaked beneath us, and with each creak, I braced myself for the worst. If his aunt ended up disappointed, if she ended up kicking him out then I’d take Keller to stay with me at my place. My parents would raise brows, no doubt, but I can handle them. I’ll cook up some excuse to convince them. And the fact Keller and I played in the same team would make it so much easier to sell.He’d stay with me until he could figure things out. Until he could afford to rent a place of his own. As things stood, we weren’t earning much of anything until we made it big and became professional players. Soccer scouts from across Europe and America would be in the state finals, watching. That was our chance to get seen. To show what we got. Because if they’re impressed by a player's skills and potential, there was a huge chance he could be signed to some of the biggest clubs in the world—the ones that paid







