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
Jordan pinned Alex down, kissing him brutally while his hips rolled, cock sliding alongside Alex’s in a hot, wet glide. “You have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about fucking you?” he growled. “Hearing you moan my name while I stretch that tight little hole?”Alex whimpered, legs s
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
The crystal tumbler slipped from Kai's fingers in what felt like slow motion, the amber liquid catching the low light of the bar as it arced through the air. He watched, helpless, as $300 worth of Macallan 25 splashed across the pristine white shirt and custom-tailored charcoal jacket of the man in
The promise lasted exactly forty-eight hours.On Thursday, another box appeared. Identical to the first, down to the elegant, stark labeling for "M. Thorne, 3B." Leo’s stomach did a nervous flip. It was a test. The universe was testing his resolve. He stared at the box from the safety of his peephol
Leo collapsed onto the hood of the car, his body limp and trembling, his cheek pressed against the cooling metal, which was now smeared with his own cum. He was a mess. A ruined, fucked-out mess. He could feel the man's softening cock still inside him, could feel the trickle of cum leaking from his
He pushed the finger in. The burn was sharp, intense, a searing pain that made Leo hiss and try to pull away.But Mr. Sterling's other hand held him firmly in place by the small of his back. "Stay still." The pain quickly began to morph, fading into a strange, full, deeply intimate sensation.Mr. St







