Mag-log inGet away fuckThe ski cabin was supposed to be a fun weekend getaway for two best friends. Instead, a sudden blizzard had turned the mountain road into an impassable wall of white. No power. No cell service. Just the howling wind outside and the two of them trapped in a small, rustic cabin with one
The next morning Alex woke to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth on his cock. He groaned, hips twitching up instinctively. Jordan was between his spread thighs, sucking him lazily, eyes half-lidded with lust.“Morning, baby,” Jordan murmured around his dick before swallowing him to the root.Alex’s ha
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The apartment was too small for two grown men who both worked out like it was their religion. Alex had moved in three months ago after his last roommate bailed, and Jordan had been a quiet, brooding presence ever since. At 6'2" with broad shoulders, dark hair that always looked freshly fucked, and a
Jax came first. He buried his cock all the way in and shot his load deep inside Rylan's ass. Rylan followed right after. His cock spurted all over the sheets while he shook.But they did not stop. Rylan flipped them over and climbed on top. "My turn to ride your cock."He grabbed Jax's cock and sank
Jax kicked open the door of the remote mountain cabin and stepped inside. Snow fell heavy outside. The blizzard had trapped him here after the competition. He threw his bag on the floor and froze when he saw Rylan already sitting on the old couch with a bottle of whiskey in his hand."You have got t
"Lock the door." The voice was a low growl, accustomed to being obeyed on a echoing pool deck. Jesse flinched, his hand trembling as he turned the deadbolt on the coach's office. The click was final, sealing him in. Coach Rourke sat behind his cluttered desk, a mountain of a man in his late fortie
The gallery was silent, a cavern of white walls and polished concrete floors. The only light came from spotlights aimed at a single, massive object in the center of the room, shrouded by a heavy black velvet cloth. Alex stood beside Marcus, his heart a frantic, trapped bird against his ribs. The air
"Spread your legs," Marcus commanded. "Let me see that hungry hole." Alex obeyed, his body trembling with anticipation. He heard the squirt of lube, and then a slick, cold finger was pressing against his entrance. "You're still loose from yesterday," Marcus grunted, sliding two fingers inside him e
Leo did as he was told, leaning over the leather tattoo chair. His chest and stomach pressed against the cool, worn vinyl. He spread his legs, his ass completely exposed and vulnerable. He heard Finn open a drawer and then the click of a cap. A moment later, a cold, slick finger pressed against his







