Todos los capítulos de Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Capítulo 371 - Capítulo 380

Jake’s truck didn’t stop until it pulled into the gravel lot of a crumbling, two-story apartment complex on the wrong side of the tracks. It was the kind of place where the police showed up at least twice a weekend for noise complaints. It was perfect for them.When I climbed out of the cab, my knees were weak, and Tyler’s cum was still leaking out of my pussy, soaking into the fabric of my sweatpants. I looked up at the building. This was it. My new home. No more curfews. No more private school rules. Just a dirty, beer-soaked bachelor pad with three varsity animals who owned my body.We walked up the external metal staircase, the stairs groaning under our weight. Jake unlocked the door to Apartment 4B and shoved it open.The smell hit me instantly—a thick, heavy mix of stale pizza, cheap weed, dirty laundry, and musky sweat. The living room was a disaster zone. Empty beer cans were stacked into a pyramid on the coffee table, a gaming console was flashing on a massive TV, and there w

The moving truck was parked at a weird angle on the street, the engine ticking as it cooled down. It was late, past midnight, and the streetlamps cast long, orange shadows across the pavement. Most of the crew had left an hour ago, wiping their foreheads and grumbling about the late hours, leaving the heavy lifting for the end. But Kai stayed.Kai was the foreman, or at least he acted like it. He was massive, the kind of guy who took up too much space in a room. He was wearing a tight, grey t-shirt that was stained with sweat and dirt, clinging to muscles that looked like they were carved out of stone. His arms were thick, veins roping up his forearms, and his neck was wide, supporting a jawline that looked like it could crack concrete.Leo stood by the back of the truck, clutching a clipboard to his chest like a shield. Leo was twenty-four, soft and pale, with a body that had seen more libraries than gyms. He was wearing loose clothes that hung off his frame, trying to make himself i

Leo stayed on his knees for a long time, staring at the floor of the truck. His pants were still a mess around his ankles, and he couldn't stop shaking. His body felt like it had been put through a blender. Every muscle ached, and his ass throbbed with a dull, heavy pain that radiated all the way up his spine.He could hear Kai moving around behind him, the heavy boots scuffing against the metal floor. The sound of a zipper going up sent a fresh wave of shame through him, followed immediately by the metallic click of a belt buckle. It was over. Finally.Leo reached down and grabbed his sweatpants, his fingers clumsy and weak. He managed to pull them up over his thighs, but he couldn’t button them. He just left them open, leaning his forehead against the cardboard box in front of him. He needed to rest. Just for a minute.“Get up,” Kai’s voice came from the back of the truck.Leo shook his head. “I can’t,” he whispered. “I need a minute.”“I said get up,” Kai said. His voice was harder

Leo woke up to the sound of a car horn blaring outside. He rolled over in bed and groaned. Every muscle in his body protested. He felt like he had been run over by a truck. Ironically, he had been run over in a truck.He sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around his waist. The morning light was harsh, streaming through the blinds he hadn't bothered to close the night before. He squinted at the clock on the nightstand. It was past ten. He had slept through his alarm.He swung his legs out of bed and stood up. His knees buckled slightly. A sharp, throbbing pain shot through his lower back and down to his ass. He grabbed the edge of the dresser to steady himself.He was a mess. His hair was sticking up in every direction, his lips were chapped, and there were bruises on his hips and arms. Dark purple fingerprints where Kai had held him. He walked to the bathroom on stiff legs, feeling a sticky, uncomfortable sensation between his thighs.He turned on the light and looked in the mirror. He

"Please," Leo begged. "Fuck me. Please"Fuck me," Leo begged again, his voice cracking. "Please, Kai. I need it."Kai chuckled darkly. He kept the slow, teasing pace, just barely pushing the head of his cock inside before pulling back out. Leo was trembling, his hands gripping the sofa arm until his knuckles turned white. He tried to push back, to get Kai deeper, but Kai held his hips still with an iron grip."Look at you," Kai grunted. "Desperate for it. You were acting so shy yesterday, and now you're begging for my dick like a cheap whore."Leo didn't care about the insults. He just needed the friction. He needed the pain and the pleasure. "I am a whore," Leo whimpered. "I'm your whore. Please."That seemed to be what Kai was waiting for. He tightened his grip on Leo’s hips and slammed forward, burying his entire length in one violent thrust.Leo screamed, his head falling back. The force of it pushed the sofa forward a few inches across the carpet."Take it," Kai growled.He didn'