All Chapters of Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Priest & Altar Boy (Dark Forbidden)The rectory felt warmer now. The lamp cast long shadows across the walls. Father Elias still knelt between my legs. His hand moved slow and steady on my cock. Every stroke made my breath shake. I could not stop the small sounds coming from my throat."Keep talking Michael," he said. His voice stayed calm but his eyes burned. "Confess everything. The more you tell me the more I can absolve you."I gripped the couch tighter. "I dream about you Father. Not just any man. You. I picture you in your cassock pushing me against the altar after mass. Lifting my robe and taking me right there where everyone prays."His grip tightened. He stroked faster. "You want your priest to defile you in the house of God? That is a very grave sin.""Yes," I whispered. "I cannot stop thinking about it."Father Elias leaned forward. His breath brushed over the head of my cock. Then his tongue came out and licked the wetness from the tip. I jerked hard. The feeling shot stra

Best Friend's Dad Chapter 1: The Lake House The weekend at the lake house started like any other summer trip. My best friend Ryan invited me along because his dad had the big place all to himself now that the divorce was final. I said yes right away. Not because of the swimming or the boat. Because of him. Mr. Kane. Ryan's dad. We drove up Friday evening. Ryan sat in the front seat talking nonstop about girls and college. I sat in the back and tried not to stare at the back of his dad's head. Mr. Kane had strong shoulders and short dark hair with a little gray at the sides. He wore a simple black t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest. Every time he shifted gears his arm flexed and I felt heat pool low in my stomach. When we pulled up to the house the sun was already going down. The place sat right on the water with a long wooden dock and big windows that looked out over the lake. Mr. Kane killed the engine and turned to us with that easy smile he always had. "Boys, grab y

Chapter 3: Under the Stars The second night at the lake house felt heavier. All day Daniel acted normal. He grilled burgers for lunch, took us out on the boat, and joked with Ryan like nothing had happened. But every time our eyes met he gave me a look that made my stomach tighten. A dark hungry look that said he remembered exactly how I tasted and how my hole felt around his fingers. Ryan drank too much beer again after dinner. By ten he was passed out on the big couch in the living room snoring loud. Daniel waited ten more minutes then nodded at me. "Help me check the boat lines on the dock," he said loud enough for anyone listening. "They get loose sometimes at night." We walked out together. The night air was warm and the lake looked black under the stars. The wooden dock stretched long and empty. No houses close enough to see us. Only the soft lap of water and the distant sound of crickets. Daniel led me all the way to the end where the dock widened into a small platform. H

Teacher/Student – College Edition Chapter 2: The campus was almost empty by seven the next night. Most students had gone home or to parties. I walked across the quiet quad with my bag over my shoulder trying to look normal. My heart pounded the whole way. Professor Reed’s office was on the third floor of the literature building. The hallway lights were dim and only a few doors were still open. I knocked softly on his door. "Come in," his voice said from inside. Calm and deep like always. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. He sat at his big wooden desk grading papers. His tie was loosened and the top buttons of his shirt were open showing a bit of chest hair. When he looked up his eyes darkened. "Lock it," he said. I turned the lock. The click sounded loud in the quiet room. Professor Reed stood up and walked around the desk. He stopped right in front of me and looked me up and down slow. "You came," he said. "Good boy. I was not sure if you would have the balls afte

The summer heat hung heavy in the small town barbershop as Jake pushed open the door. Sweat already stuck his shirt to his back from the walk over, but the second he stepped inside, cool air and the sharp smell of aftershave hit him. He had come for a simple trim. That was all. But the man behind the chair turned around and everything changed. His name was Alex. Tall, broad shoulders under a tight black tee, arms covered in dark tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves. His hair was messy on purpose, dark waves falling over one eye, and when he smiled at Jake, it was slow and knowing, like he already saw more than just the haircut needed. “Hey man, you’re up,” Alex said, voice low and easy. “Take the chair.” Jake sat down, heart already beating a little faster than it should. The cape snapped around his neck, and Alex’s hands came to his shoulders first, firm and warm, pressing just enough to settle him. Those fingers brushed the back of his neck as he adjusted the chair, and Jak