All Chapters of Burning MM Short Stories: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Full Moon Heat – the bisexual threesome. The cabin door slammed shut behind them and the air instantly felt thicker. Woodsmoke from the fireplace mixed with the sharp scent of whiskey and the heavy musk already rolling off Rafe. The full moon hung low outside the big window, pouring silver light across the fur rug in the middle of the room. Kai stood between the two men, heart racing, cock already hard in his shorts. On his left was Rafe – the massive werewolf alpha who had claimed him months ago. Tall, broad, muscles carved like stone, golden eyes glowing with the start of rut. On his right was Marcus – his old human best friend, leaner but still built, dark hair messy, eyes wide with nerves and raw hunger. “You really want this?” Rafe asked, voice low and rough. He stepped behind Kai and pulled him back against his chest. One big hand slid down and cupped Kai’s cock through the fabric. “Both of us at the same time. No limits tonight.” Kai nodded fast, breath already shaky. “Yes.

Full Moon Heat. The knot finally went down after almost an hour. When Rafe pulled out, a huge rush of mixed cum poured from Kai’s stretched hole and ran down his thighs in thick white streams. Kai stayed on his stomach for a moment, breathing hard, ass still up like he could not move yet. Marcus leaned down and licked some of the mess leaking out of him, moaning at the taste. “Fuck… both of us inside you at once. You took it so well.” Rafe grabbed Marcus by the hair and pulled him up into a rough kiss, sharing the taste of their combined cum. Then he looked down at Kai with glowing eyes. “On your back, stray. Legs wide. We are not finished.” Kai rolled over, spreading his legs obediently. His hole was red and puffy, still twitching and leaking. His cock was already hard again, shiny with pre-cum. Rafe lay down on the rug and pulled Kai on top of him so they faced each other. He lifted Kai’s hips and slid his thick cock back inside in one smooth thrust. Kai moaned loud, sinking do

The Bet. The frat house was loud and smelled like cheap beer and sweat. Jake and Tyler had been rivals since freshman year — both tall, built, cocky as hell, and always trying to one-up each other. Tonight they were drunk, playing pool in the basement, and the stakes had gotten stupid. “Loser has to let the winner fuck him,” Jake slurred, grinning wide. “No backing out. Right here, right now.” Tyler laughed, eyes flashing. “You’re on, asshole. But if I win, I’m breeding that tight straight ass of yours until you can’t walk.” The small crowd of brothers cheered and laughed, but most wandered off when the game got serious. Only one person stayed quiet in the corner — Ethan, their quiet bi roommate who never joined the parties but always watched everything. Tyler missed the final shot. Jake sank the eight ball with a loud whoop. “Fuck,” Tyler groaned, but his cock twitched in his jeans. The alcohol made him bold. “Fine. Let’s do it.” Jake didn’t waste time. He grabbed Tyler by the

The Bet (3) The room smelled like sweat, cum, and pure sex. Tyler lay between Jake and Ethan on the messy bed, chest still heaving, cum drying on his stomach and leaking slowly from his wrecked hole. His cock was already twitching back to life even though he had come twice already. Jake ran a hand down Tyler’s thigh, spreading his legs wider. “Look at that sloppy hole. Dripping with both our loads. You ready for the main event, loser?” Tyler swallowed hard, but his voice came out husky. “What do you mean?” Ethan smiled darkly and stroked Tyler’s cock slowly. “Both of us. At the same time. In your ass.” Tyler’s eyes widened, but his cock jumped in Ethan’s hand. “That’s… that’s too much. You two are fucking huge.” Jake leaned in and bit Tyler’s neck, leaving a fresh mark. “You lost the bet. You take what we give you. And tonight you’re taking both cocks stretching that straight hole wide open.” They didn’t give him time to argue. Jake flipped Tyler onto his stomach and pulled his

Road Trip The old SUV hummed down the empty highway, windows down, hot summer air rushing in. Three guys had been driving for nine hours straight from college to the coast — a cheap summer road trip to blow off steam before senior year. Alex was behind the wheel, hands loose on the steering wheel, tank top sticking to his sweaty chest. He was the tallest, broad-shouldered, the quiet “straight” one who always organized everything. In the passenger seat sat Ryan — cocky, athletic, loud-mouthed, the guy who never shut up about girls. In the backseat, legs stretched out, was Noah — the quiet, openly bi roommate who had tagged along at the last minute with a knowing little smile. The sun was setting, turning the sky orange. The AC had died two states ago, so everyone was shirtless, skin glistening with sweat. The mood had shifted from jokes to something thicker, heavier. Ryan leaned back, spreading his legs in the passenger seat. “Fuck, it’s hot. My balls are sticking to my thigh.” A