All Chapters of Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 2: Tyler kept me pinned under him in the sand, his thick cock buried balls-deep in my stretched hole, grinding slow and nasty instead of pounding. Every little roll of his hips made his fat head rub right over my prostate, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My own dick was trapped between our sweaty stomachs, leaking nonstop, sliding around in the mess of precum and sand. “You feel that?” he growled right against my ear, breath hot and beery. “That’s my cock owning your guts. Bet no one’s ever stretched you this wide.” I moaned like a whore, legs shaking where he had them pushed up to my chest. Sand stuck to my back, my ass, everywhere we were sweating. The burn in my hole felt so fucking good I couldn’t think straight. “Tyler… fuck… move.” He laughed low and mean, biting my neck hard enough to leave teeth marks. “Beg nicer, bitch. Tell me how bad you need this frat dick.” I hated how fast the words spilled out. “Please… need it harder. Fuck me like you hate me.” Tyle

Chapter 4: Sunlight crept through the blinds, hitting my face and making me groan. My whole body felt wrecked in the best way. My hole throbbed, sore and puffy, still leaking Tyler’s thick loads from last night. The sheets under me were sticky and damp with dried cum and sand. I could smell sex everywhere — sweat, cum, and that raw masculine scent that was pure Tyler. He was still wrapped around me from behind, one heavy arm draped over my waist, his morning wood pressed hot and hard against my ass crack. His breath was warm on the back of my neck, slow and deep like he was still half asleep. I shifted a little and immediately felt more of his cum trickle out of my ruined hole, sliding down my thigh. The feeling made my own cock twitch and start to fill again, even though I’d cum twice last night. Tyler stirred behind me. His hand slid down my stomach and wrapped around my half-hard dick, giving it a lazy squeeze. “Morning, beach bitch,” he muttered, voice rough with sleep and le

Title: My Stepbrother’s Thick Cock Chapter 2: The words hung in the hot air between us. Alex’s hand kept stroking our cocks together, slow and firm, making wet sounds every time his thumb rubbed over the heads. His thick shaft felt heavy against mine, hotter, harder. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through it. “I… I want you inside me,” I whispered. My voice came out small and shaky, but saying it made my stomach flip with nerves and excitement. Alex’s eyes darkened. He gave me a slow, hungry smile. “Yeah? You sure, little bro? Once I start, I might not be gentle.” I nodded fast. I had never done this with anyone, but right now all I could think about was feeling him stretch me open. He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine while his body pressed me into the mattress. Then he pulled back and reached over to the small table beside my bed. He grabbed a bottle of lotion we sometimes used for dry skin. “This will have to do,” he said, shaking it. Al

Chapter 1 The club was loud and packed that Friday night. Lights flashed across the dance floor, and the bass thumped so hard I felt it in my chest. I had come alone, needing to get out of my small apartment and clear my head after a long week. The air smelled like sweat, cologne, and spilled drinks. I stood near the bar, sipping a cold beer, watching bodies move together under the colored lights. That was when I noticed him. He was tall, broad shoulders, dark hair that fell messy over his forehead. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing smooth skin and the start of a toned chest. He moved through the crowd like he owned the place, eyes scanning until they landed on me. He did not smile right away. Just held my gaze for a long second, then tilted his head toward the back of the club. My heart beat faster. I was not the type to do this, but something about the way he looked at me made my skin heat up. I finished my drink and followed him through the crowd. He pushed open a

Title: Stranger in the Dark Room Chapter 3: I stayed on that balcony couch for a few minutes after he left, trying to catch my breath. My hole felt used and open, still pulsing from the rough bare fuck. Every time I shifted, more of his warm cum leaked out and soaked into my boxers. The sticky wetness against my skin made me feel dirty in the best way. I finally pulled my jeans up, zipped them, and headed back downstairs into the loud crowd. The music seemed louder now, the lights brighter. My legs felt weak as I walked, and I could feel his load shifting inside me with every step. A small trickle escaped and ran down the inside of my thigh. I wondered if anyone could tell what had just happened. The thought made my cock twitch again even though I had already cum twice. I went to the bar for water this time. While I waited, I scanned the dance floor, hoping to spot him. The tall stranger with the messy dark hair and that confident walk. My body still hummed with the memory of his