All Chapters of Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

His cock leaks rivers of precum over my fingers, and I use it as lube, massaging it along his shaft, my thumb swiping over the sensitive tip. “Fuck, bro,” Diesel groans, eyes half-lidded. “That’s some nice fucking grip you got there.” “Yeah, I practiced a lot on myself,” I joke. “I guess that’s something else dudes know better, huh? How to hold a dick. We know exactly what feels good.” “Damn right we do,” I pant.“Look at us, man. Couple of horny bastards. What do you think the others would say if they saw us right now?” “They’d be pretty surprised, that’s for sure.”I look to the corner of the room where the guys are now lying on top of each other, completely unaware of us, their faces buried in each other’s crotches.It fuels the fire in my gut. All that pent-up arousal hits a boiling point, and I can’t control myself anymore.Before I realize what I’m doing, I lean forward and take the swollen head of Diesel’s cock between my lips, licking the fresh beads of precum off his sli

TOBY "You guys are still here?” Diesel asks, pulling his mouth off my dick and wiping his chin. I jolt upright, scrambling to cover myself with my towel, but it’s way too late for that. Omar and Cole saw everything. “Yeah, you have our stuff in your locker, remember?” Omar says. “But what the fuck, man? This is what you guys stuck around for? To go down on each other?” Diesel shrugs. “I mean, yeah, kinda.” That’s all he says. No excuses, no explanations. Omar folds his arms, shaking his head, but Cole just stands there staring. His eyes move from Diesel to me, then back to Diesel. There’s something in his expression I can’t read—not quite anger, not quite disgust. Something else. “Is our whole team gay now or what? First Micah, now you guys,” Omar mutters. “We’re not gay, man, chill. We were just blowing off some steam, right, Tobs?” “Right,” I say, still trying to catch my breath. “Really? Because lying on top of each other with your cocks in each other’s mouths seems pretty gay to

MICAH Omar, Cole, Diesel, and Toby are forming a half-circle around us, their eyes locked on the point where Hawk and I are joined, their expressions ranging from shock to awe.For a moment, I feel the same panic I did in the hot tub, my muscles tensing, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through me.But then I realize you don’t end up in the Red Zone by accident. You have to actively look for it. Which means they knew exactly what they were walking into.And now that I focus, I see all four of them have lost their towels somewhere along the way, their dicks hanging free in various states of arousal.If anything, I’m the one who should be shocked.“Guys?” I mutter, looking at each of them. “What… why…”Diesel, looking all sweaty, is the first to speak. “We decided to stick around. Get the full Lumen experience, you know? Since we were already here. But damn, Micah, you keep surprising us tonight.”Hawk pauses his thrusts, his cock throbbing deep inside me, and looks at the guys. “You guys

TOBYThe sight before me is a total mindfuck.My friend and teammate, this slender guy I took under my wing, hangs there with his feet in the air and a stream of cum trickling from his stretched, gaping hole.Micah’s curls are a tousled mess, his pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat, his lips parted as he takes these long, heavy breaths.He looks thoroughly and utterly wrecked.I always had a soft spot for him. He has that whole guy-next-door look, with his dimpled chin and big, soulful eyes. But damn, seeing him like this, all used and desperate for more, makes me want to fuck his brains out.“So… my turn?”Micah reaches out and squeezes my hard cock. “Your turn,” he says in that breathy voice.Fuck, the heat coming from him. He could light a fire.I step between his legs, the same spot where Cole was pounding into him moments ago, and line my dick up with his puffy hole. Using the cum leaking out of him as lube, I rub my head over his rim while the others watch.Micah squirms, the

MICAHThe stadium lights are blinding, and the crowd is deafening. Fourth quarter. Three minutes left. We’re down by four. I crouch in my position, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. My lungs are burning, my legs are screaming, but none of that matters right now. This is it. This is the moment that decides everything.Coach calls a timeout, and we huddle up on the sideline. “Alright, listen up!” Coach barks. “We’ve got one shot at this. One fucking chance. And if we don’t pull this off, the season is over.”I glance around at my teammates. Sweat drips down their faces, jerseys stained dark with effort. They look both exhausted and ready.Cole stands next to me, chest heaving, a cut on his forearm from a nasty tackle. His eyes are locked on Coach, that competitive fire burning in them.Diesel is on my other side, his massive frame still imposing even after four quarters of getting beaten up. His jersey is torn at the shoulder and stained with grass and dirt, but he wears a w