All Chapters of Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Chapter 2: Thin Walls The second night at the cabin felt even hotter than the first. All day the family kept us busy with games by the lake, big meals, and loud stories around the fire. Tyler acted normal in front of everyone. He joked with the uncles, played football with the younger cousins, and helped Aunt Lisa carry trays of food. But every time he looked at me his eyes said something else. Something dark and hungry. By midnight most people had gone to bed. The cabin grew quiet except for the occasional creak of old wood and someone snoring in the next room. Tyler and I slipped back to our small shared room and locked the door behind us. The queen bed took up most of the space. Tyler pulled off his shirt right away. His chest looked even better in the dim light from the window. He pushed his shorts down too and his thick cock was already half hard. "Get naked cousin," he whispered. "We do not have much time before someone might wake up." I stripped fast. My cock jumped up as

Chapter 1: The Safehouse The black SUV sped through the dark streets of the city. Bullets had stopped flying but my heart still slammed against my ribs. I sat in the back seat pressed low while my new bodyguard drove like the devil himself chased us. His name was Marco. Ex-military, built like a wall, with cold eyes and a jaw that never seemed to relax. My father, the boss of the family, had assigned him to me after the last attempt on my life. "Keep my son breathing," Dad had ordered. "No matter what it takes." Marco had not said much since then. He just watched everything. Including me. We pulled up to an old warehouse on the edge of the docks. The safehouse. Marco killed the engine and scanned the shadows before he opened my door. "Inside. Now," he said. His voice was low and rough. No room for arguing. I followed him through the heavy metal door. The place was basic — concrete floors, a kitchen area, one big bedroom with a king bed, and thick walls that blocked out the worl

Chapter 3: Kitchen Table Night fell heavy over the safehouse. Marco had just finished checking the perimeter for the third time. He came back inside, locked the door, and set his gun on the counter. His eyes found me right away. I was still naked from earlier, sitting on the couch with his dried cum on my stomach and more of it still leaking slow from my ass. He did not say a word. He just walked over, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. "Kitchen," he growled. "Now." My legs felt weak as he dragged me to the small kitchen area. The table was old wood, sturdy and wide. Marco shoved everything off it with one sweep of his arm — plates, a bottle of water, everything crashed to the floor. "Bend over," he ordered. I leaned forward and pressed my chest to the cool wood. My ass stuck out toward him. Marco kicked my legs wider apart and stood behind me. "No teasing tonight," he said. His voice was low and rough. "I am going to fuck you raw and deep until you cannot think about anything

Rival Athletes – Locker Room Hate Sex Chapter 2: Two days after the meet the tension was worse than ever. Our teams had a joint practice at the big university pool because the city was hosting some regional event. Coaches from both schools stood on the deck yelling instructions while we swam lap after lap. Every time I pushed off the wall Jake was right there in the next lane, shoulder to shoulder, trying to cut me off or splash water in my face. He beat me in the sprint sets. I beat him in the distance. By the end we were both exhausted and pissed. The coaches finally called it and told everyone to hit the showers and clear out. Most guys left fast, joking and slapping towels at each other. Jake and I hung back on purpose, pretending to stretch and fix our gear. The locker room slowly emptied. Lockers slammed. Voices faded down the hall. Soon it was just the two of us and the distant sound of water dripping from the showers. Jake slammed his locker shut harder than necessary. H

The music was loud and the lights flashed red and blue across the crowded club in Berlin. Bodies moved everywhere, sweaty and close. Alex stood at the bar with a cold drink in his hand. He was tall with messy dark hair and sharp green eyes that caught the light. His tight black shirt showed off his wide shoulders and the way his chest filled it out. He came here alone tonight because he needed to forget the fight with his ex. The break up had been messy and he just wanted to feel something good again. He scanned the room and that is when he saw him. A guy danced in the middle of the floor like he owned it. He had light blond hair that looked almost white under the lights, a strong jaw, and a body that moved smooth and confident. His white tank top was already damp with sweat and it stuck to his chest showing every muscle. His jeans hung low on his narrow hips. He danced with his eyes half closed like the beat was inside his skin. Alex could not look away. The guy opened his eyes and