ログイン“I brag about being able to masturbate alone, about having control of my body in solitude… but I’ve never come with another person, Aidan,” he confessed, staring at me with a rawness that made my stomach knot. “Never. Not with Claire, not with the couples from my escort past… and least of all with my boyfriend. I’ve given myself, I’ve served, I’ve performed pleasure my entire life. But the moment of receiving, the moment of truly being with another person, I become a stone. I shut down. My mind locks itself in the dark.” The revelation fell between us like a shattered mirror. The pain of the man I had helped destroy thirteen years ago was there, bleeding in front of me, wearing a different mask from mine, but carrying the same weight of numbness. “This is destroying my relationship,” Kyle continued, his voice failing into an almost inaudible whisper. “He doesn’t understand. He thinks the problem is him. He thinks I don’t desire him… and I don’t know how to keep pretending that eve
“Look at me… it’s only because of me that you’re like this,” he provoked, his deep voice acting as a definitive anesthetic for my guilt. The friction became faster, the pleasure climbing my spine in violent, uncontrolled waves. My chest heaved, the muscles of my thighs locking as the peak approached with long strides. The mind that had spent more than a decade in the desert was now completely submerged in a perfect sensory storm. “Go on, Aidan… come for me,” Kyle commanded, giving the final psychological push I needed. I closed my fingers tightly around my cock and gave three quick thrusts into the air, releasing a loud roar that echoed through the room. The orgasm hit me with a liberating brutality, making my body arch on the sofa while hot jets of cum shot against my own abdomen and hand. I collapsed against the back of the sofa, completely drained, chest rising and falling violently. Kyle did not finish. He never even took his pants off or stroked himself to the end, but a
I gestured with my hand, indicating the interior of the living room, and walked over to the fine wooden bar to pour a double measure of whisky. The sound of the glass against the tumbler was the only noise that broke the tense silence. I handed him the drink, feeling the proximity of his body send a wave of electricity straight through my skin. “I’m surprised, I won’t lie,” I began, keeping my voice in the firm tone I still had left, even though my chest was hammering. “But… I’m happy with your visit, Kyle.” He accepted the glass, took a slow sip, and kept his green eyes locked on mine, analyzing every micro-expression on my face with surgical precision. “Have you seen Claire these past few days?” he asked, getting straight to the point. “No,” I answered, shaking my head. “We haven’t seen each other or gone out since that night.” “So you haven’t confirmed whether you can come alone with her? Without me around?” he continued, his voice dropping to a lower, almost investigativ
My eyes met Kyle’s over her head. He did not look the least bit regretful. On the contrary: his eyes analyzed me with an almost hungry intensity, as if he had just tasted something he had also been desiring in secret. The kiss had not been bad for him. It had been monumental for both of us. “Enough preliminaries,” Claire whispered, her voice trembling, freeing herself from the wine-colored silk robe and becoming completely naked before us. “I want both of you. Now.” Urgency took over the room. Kyle stood up and grabbed a bottle of body oil from the side table. I positioned myself in the center of the plush carpet, sitting cross-legged, my erect and pulsing cock releasing the excess tension. Claire moved with agility, climbing onto my lap. She aligned herself over me and descended slowly, taking my cock in all at once as she settled on my hips. She let out a sharp cry of pleasure, throwing her head back against my shoulder. I wrapped her waist with my hands, dictating a slow upward
Claire’s declaration hung in the air like a dense cloud of smoke. The silence that followed was almost deafening. I looked immediately at Kyle, trying to decipher any sign of refusal, discomfort, or panic on his features. The dread of having gone too far froze the blood in my veins. We had never done that. Not in the dark past that bound us, nor during the previous nights of this perverse game. A kiss between us was an intangible border, the definitive step outside the spectrum of control. Seeing my static reaction, Claire let out a low laugh, raising her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Don’t look so scared,” she said, her voice velvety from the wine, her eyes shining with excitement. “I’m not asking for anything beyond that. It’s just a fantasy of mine… seeing the two most incredible men I’ve ever met touching each other. I just want to see the two of you kiss.” I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple rising and falling with difficulty. My throat felt like a desert. I remained par
The door of my apartment closed with a dull thud, sealing the suffocating silence of the penthouse. The darkness of the living room was interrupted only by the neon glow of the skyscrapers outside. I let my jacket fall onto the marble floor and walked to the bar, pouring myself three fingers of neat whisky. The drink burned my throat, but did nothing to loosen the knot tightening in my chest. I sat on the edge of the bed, the heavy glass in my left hand. In my right, the phone seemed to burn my palm. I didn’t want to do this. I had promised myself I would keep control, that I would settle for the logical arrangement we had created. But the image Kyle had sent earlier was burned into the back of my eyelids. When I unlocked the screen, the red lighting of the club bathroom once again illuminated my face, revealing the photo in detail: Kyle’s erect cock, thick, throbbing, perfectly sculpted. I set the glass on the nightstand and opened the belt of my dress pants. The pain of being so
The meeting with the Green-Tech board was supposed to be the highlight of my week, but I was just a body present, occupying a leather chair. While the directors discussed profit projections and sustainability margins, my mind was trapped on that sofa in the mountain house. Kyle’s touch, the sens
The next day was an exercise in psychological and physical torture. I sat at the head of the conference table at Vance Corp, surrounded by high-level executives and financial consultants, but my mind was miles away, trapped in the shadows of a side street and the leather seat of my Mercedes.I was
I was panting, my heart beating in my throat, feeling the weight of my own existence crashing down on me. The silence that followed inside the car was deafening.I had just experienced the most intense moment of my adult life with the ghost of my greatest crime, and he was still there, in the passe
The cold night air felt like it had frozen solid in my lungs as I closed the distance. Each step was a dull thud in my chest. I knew that slope of the shoulders. I knew that way of leaning against the world, as if always waiting for the next blow. “Hey…” His voice came out dragged, thick. “You







