All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Ethan's knees hit the cold marble floor with a dull thud. His heart was hammering so fast he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. David stood over him, a towering wall of muscle and authority, his thick fingers tangled roughly in Ethan's hair. The security guard's cock was fully hard now, jutting out from his unzipped pants like a thick, veiny club. It was shorter than Marcus's but significantly thicker, the girth almost comical, with a fat, blunt head that was already slick with precum. The shaft was covered in thick, pulsing veins, and the base was surrounded by a dense bush of dark hair.Ethan stared at it, his mouth hanging open. He was still wrecked from the brutal fucking Marcus had just given him over the desk. His ass was plugged, throbbing around the heavy steel, and his own cock was somehow rock hard again, pressed against his stomach. He looked over at Marcus, who was leaning against the edge of his desk, sipping his scotch like he was watching a movie. The CEO's dark

The clinic was dead at two in the morning. Marcus sat behind the front desk scrolling through his phone, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like angry wasps. He had worked the night shift at Pine Street Private Clinic for three years now, and the quiet no longer bothered him. After his divorce, the silence of the overnight hours had become a kind of refuge. No noise. No demands. No wife telling him he was emotionally unavailable. Just empty rooms and the occasional drunk who needed his stomach pumped.Marcus was thirty-seven. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with short brown hair and a thick, neatly trimmed beard. He had strong hands and a steady gaze that made patients feel safe. He wore dark blue scrubs that fit his solid frame well, though he never noticed. He hadn't thought about how he looked in years. He hadn't thought about much of anything except getting through each shift and going home to an empty apartment.The bell on the front door chimed.Marcus looked up. A young

The train stopped at the next station. The woman with the child got off. Marcus grabbed Clara's hand and pulled her down the aisle. He opened the door to the tiny train bathroom and pushed her inside. He stepped in after her and locked the door. The bathroom was incredibly small. There was barely enough room for one person, let alone two. Clara was pressed against the sink with her back against the mirror. Marcus pressed his body against hers."I have been wanting to do this since I sat down next to you," he said. He pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Her bra was already unhooked. He pulled it off. Her big heavy tits were completely exposed in the harsh fluorescent light. He grabbed them and squeezed them hard. He bent his head and sucked on her nipple. He bit it gently.Clara cried out. The sound echoed loudly in the small metal room. "You have to be quiet," she whispered. "People can hear."Marcus looked at her with dark dominant eyes. "I do not care if they h

The rain was hitting the tall windows of the Cedarville Public Library like handfuls of gravel. Owen sat at the front desk, scrolling through the late return fees on his computer monitor, the blue light reflecting off his wire-rimmed glasses. It was 8:47 PM on a Friday. The library stayed open until nine on Fridays, a policy Owen had never understood. Nobody came in on Friday nights. Nobody except the rain and the quiet.Owen was thirty-four. He was tall but slouchy, with a narrow frame and pale skin that came from spending his life indoors surrounded by paper. He had messy dark blond hair that always fell over his forehead, and he wore an oversized cream fisherman sweater and worn brown corduroys.He was quiet, shy, and perfectly content to spend his Friday nights alone with the card catalog. He had never been with a man. He had barely been with anyone. His romantic history was a short, embarrassing list of fumbled encounters with women in college that had only confirmed what he alre

Jax pulled Owen up from the chair. The librarian stood on unsteady legs, his knees weak. Jax wrapped his thick arms around Owen's narrow waist and pulled him close, pressing their bodies together from chest to hip. Owen gasped as he felt the hard, heavy ridge of Jax's cock pressing against his stomach through their clothes. The man was huge."Feel that?" Jax growled against Owen's ear, his hot breath making the librarian shiver. "That's what you do to me. One kiss and I'm this hard."Owen's own cock was straining against his corduroys, achingly hard. He had never felt desire this intense before. It was like a fever, burning through his usual reserve and leaving him desperate for more. He grabbed the front of Jax's t-shirt and pulled him back in for another kiss.This kiss was different. It was hungry and urgent. Owen opened his mouth wide, letting Jax's tongue claim him, sucking on it, moaning into the construction worker's mouth. Jax groaned in response, his large hands sliding down