ログイン“Oh God—yes!” I cried out, slamming back one last time. Cum erupted from me, hot ropes splattering my chest and stomach. My ass clenched around the dildo, milking it as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I rode it out, hips jerking, until I slumped forward, spent and panting. The toy popped free with a wet sound, leaving me empty and aching for more already.I lay there for a minute, catching my breath, the afterglow fading too quickly. That’s how it always was—bliss, then the itch returning. Wiping myself clean with a nearby towel, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 4:15 PM. Shit. My eyes widened as realization hit. The appointment. With Dr. Voss. In an hour.Tyler had booked it for me last week, nagging until I agreed. “5 PM sharp,” he’d said. “Don’t flake, Harden. This could be good for you.” I’d shoved the reminder to the back of my mind, but now it loomed. A sex doctor? What would that even entail? Therapy sessions? Medications to dull the fire? Or something more… hands-
“Oh fuck,” I groaned again, my voice echoing off the walls of my cramped bedroom. The dildo, slick with lube, stretched me just right as I pushed back against it, the suction cup holding firm to the tiled wall behind my bed. My left hand wrapped tighter around my cock, stroking in rhythm with my hips. Each thrust sent sparks up my spine, my balls tightening with every delicious slide. I was lost in it, the world narrowing to the heat building in my core, the wet sounds of skin and silicone filling the air.My name is Harden, and yeah, I’ve got a problem. Sex addiction—they call it hypersexuality in the fancy medical terms, but to me, it’s just this insatiable fire that never quite burns out. It started back in college, I think. I was always the guy who partied too hard, flirted too much, ended up in beds I shouldn’t have. But it wasn’t until my sophomore year that I realized how deep it ran. One night at a frat party, I hooked up with this guy named Jake. He was rough, dominant, and k
“I can’t… please…” I begged, voice cracking on the words. My own three fingers were buried deep, knuckles slick and trembling, but it wasn’t enough. The stretch was good,perfect, even,but the pressure against my prostate felt distant, teasing, never quite enough to tip me over. I needed more. Thicker. Harder. Him.Reed groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through the room. His hand was wrapped tight around his cock, stroking slow, the head flushed dark and glistening with precum that dripped steadily onto the sheets. His mouth hung open slightly, chest heaving, eyes locked between my legs like he couldn’t look away if his life depended on it.“What?” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Want my fingers instead?”I nodded frantically, hips twitching up, chasing the friction of my own hand. A desperate whine slipped out before I could stop it.“Are you sure?” He leaned forward, elbows braced on the mattress, gaze flicking from my stretched hole to my flushed face.Why the fuck w
“But first, I want to watch you…”His words hang in the dark for half a second before he yanks my joggers back up rough, impatient and starts hauling me forward by the wrist. I stumble after him through the pitch-black living room, heart slamming against my ribs, cock still throbbing painfully against the cotton now trapping it again. Confusion wars with raw need. Watch me? After everything he just promised?He pushes open my bedroom door. The bedside lamp is already on, warm gold light spilling across the rumpled sheets and the mess I left this morning: lube bottle tipped on its side, the small black dildo still lying shamelessly on the comforter where I dropped it after coming so hard I saw stars. Reed stops just inside the threshold, releases my wrist, and finally lets me see him.Fuck. His eyes are molten—pupils blown so wide the green is barely a ring. Sweat beads along his hairline. His chest rises and falls too fast under the thin T-shirt. The front of his sweatpants tents obsc
Noah POVI am both nervous and excited as I book the cab home. Jesus fucking Christ, my dick has been hard since this morning after that little stunt Reed and I pulled. The video he sent keeps replaying in my head on brutal repeat. “This what you want, Noah? You want to see how hard I get just thinking about your cock? About burying my face between your thighs and licking you open until you’re shaking?”I had to duck into the bathroom stall at the rink twice during practice just to squeeze the base of my dick and breathe through the ache. Every time Coach barked an order I heard Reed instead, whispering what he would do if he had me alone. By the final whistle I was leaking steadily into my compression shorts, thighs slick, mind fractured.The cab ride feels endless. Streetlights streak past the window while I shift in the seat, trying not to grind against my own palm. My joggers do nothing to hide the obscene bulge. The driver keeps glancing in the rearview like he knows exactly wha
Noah POVFuck. I think I drank too much. The room spins lazily as I roll onto my stomach, grinding my cock hard against the mattress in a desperate bid for relief. Sleep refuses to come. My dick refuses to go down. Every shift of my hips drags the cotton sheets along my length, teasing the sensitive head until I hiss through clenched teeth.We won the game tonight. I tried to celebrate the usual way, flirting with a couple of girls at the bar afterward. They were pretty. Willing. But none of them were him. Reed. His face kept flashing in my mind, that lazy smirk, the way his hand had felt wrapped around both of us last week. Since that night on the couch, everything changed. He stopped bringing girls home. Stopped talking about hookups. Instead he hovered, protective in a way that felt possessive. When some rookie on the team slung an arm around my shoulders after the win, Reed’s jaw had tightened so hard I thought he’d crack a tooth. I started avoiding him just to breathe.How do I t
Marcus POV. I could barely concentrate on work. Every email, every call, every spreadsheet blurred into noise. My mind kept drifting back to Elias—his flushed cheeks, the way he’d whispered “Daddy” like it was the only word he needed, the taste of him on my tongue, the tight heat of him clenching
Elias POV.I think I might just drop out of school.I’ve been sitting here for hours, hunched over my tiny desk with the overhead lamp bleaching the page white. My eyes ache, the words blur and shift together, and a constant state of horniness buzzes in my ear like a hornet, drawing my attention, m
When Marcus said he was gonna get me good grades, I actually thought bribing the teachers or some fucking thing. Not that he’d actually make me study! I was completely naked with a butt plug and a cock cage on! The plug is thick enough to keep me constantly aware that every tiny shift presses the
Elias POV.He threw his head back, eyes rolling. “Jesus… fuck. You’re gonna make me cum.”The words sent a thrill through me. I hummed around him, the vibration rolling straight down his shaft. My tongue pressed flat under the head, lapping slow and filthy while my hand stroked the length I couldn’







