All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Taboo: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JAMES My brother’s best friend loves to stare at my cock. I noticed it a few months ago. The way his eyes would drop when he thought I wasn’t looking. A quick flick down to my jeans, then back up to my face like nothing happened. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But it kept happening. Every time he came over. Every time I walked past him in the hallway. That brief, hungry glance at the front of my pants. I was twenty-two. Mike was four years younger. I’d known him since he was a kid—scraped knees, gap-toothed grin, always showing up at our door with some toy or snacks in his hands, calling out to my brother. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He knew fully well what he was doing whenever his eyes dropped to my bulge. I should have been uncomfortable. Should have told him it was perverted and put a stop to it. But I didn’t. The way he always stared down at my pants turned me on more than I liked to admit. You know that feeling you get when someone looks at you like you’re the se

ELII was eighteen when my stepdad showed me what a real man’s cock was supposed to look like, and how to pleasure one well.It was one of the hottest summers I could remember. The kind where the air stuck to your skin like a second layer and even the nights felt thick and breathless, as if sleeping inside an oven. After my school’s final exams, I’d grown tired of spending the summer holidays at home. I needed a change of scenery. All my friends had plans—beach houses, family vacations, with some even getting summer jobs. My mom was always traveling for work, and being the only child, I spent most days alone.She and my stepdad had split a few years back. After that, he moved out to stay at his place outside the city. I never really understood why they called things off. Whenever I brought it up, she’d go quiet and change the subject. I stopped asking after a while.But in the eight years they’d been together, my stepdad had become my world. I never knew my biological father. He was s

SEANMy name is Sean. I’ve been a Marine for eight years. Six feet two, two hundred and ten pounds of muscle and discipline, married to a good woman for five years and never for once looked at a guy, even though I was mostly surrounded by them my entire teenage and adult life.That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway. Until one Tuesday night. I stayed up late at the gym, pushing myself harder than usual, trying to burn off the day’s frustration. Gym was therapy for me, so I spent more time here than I did in my own bunk most weeks, especially when I’m overwhelmed with stress or just having a bad day in general. By the time I hit the showers, the base had gone quiet. Most of the unit had already racked out. The shower block was an open bay with multiple shower heads along the walls, built to fit from six to twelve people at once. No stalls. No curtains. Just cold tiles, concrete walls and open space for all to use. But tonight, with everyone asleep, it was just me here.Hot water wh

THEO My parents got married when we were fourteen and sixteen. His mom, my dad. A blended family that never really blended. We shared a house, a last name, and… pretty much nothing else. We were polite. Distant. Like two strangers who happened to find themselves living under the same roof. We played on the same basketball team that year. He was the point guard, I was the shooting guard. We never really talked about it, but we worked well together on the court. Like there was some unspoken rhythm between us. The sleepover was his idea. Our parents were away for the weekend—some anniversary trip they’d planned for months— and he said we should hang out. I almost said no. We’d never hung out before. Not once. But something made me say yes. Friday night, there were pizza boxes and soda cans on the coffee table. The TV glowed blue in the dark living room. We were deep into a game, controllers in our hands, trash-talking back and forth the way teammates do. It was almost comfortabl

THEO “Why don’t we take this upstairs to my room?” I said as I planted soft kisses on the side of his neck, cheeks, lips, nose—every part of his beautiful face. I grabbed his softening cock firmly between my fingers and tugged gently; the coat of his cum mixed with my saliva left there, making the movement fluid. He inhaled sharply, and I felt it start to thicken in my grip. “What do you say, Mas?” I looked back at him expectantly. I was barely an inch away and could literally taste his breath on my lips. He blinked, taken aback by the whole thing.“S—sure,” he muttered.With that, I crashed my lips against his, kissing him senseless. We staggered up the stairs, forgetting about the game, controllers, the pizzas, drinks—nothing else seemed to matter in my moment except what we were about to do. My lips were on his, his hands were on my ass, my hands continued pumping his dick, keeping it hard and warm, his hands disappeared at the back of my shirt and slid up to claw at my muscle