All Chapters of Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the rumpled king-sized bed. Ethan lay sprawled on his stomach, body utterly spent and marked. His ass throbbed with a constant, deep ache — swollen, gaping slightly, and overflowing with the multiple loads Marcus had pumped into him throughout the long night. Dried cum flaked on his thighs and lower back, while fresh warmth still leaked slowly onto the expensive sheets. Bruises in the shape of fingerprints decorated his hips and ass cheeks. Dark bite marks and hickeys littered his neck, shoulders, and inner thighs — visible claims that would be impossible to fully hide at the office.He stirred weakly as Marcus’s heavy arm draped possessively across his waist, pulling him closer against the older man’s broad, warm chest. The boss was already awake, his thick cock half-hard and nestled against Ethan’s sore ass.“Morning, toy,” Marcus murmured, voice rough with sleep and renewed hunger. He ground slowly ag

The concrete of the balcony floor bit into Liam’s knees as Ryan’s thick cock stretched his mouth wide. The night air was warm but carried a faint breeze that cooled the saliva dripping down his chin. Twelve floors above the city streets, with lights from neighboring buildings and passing cars below, the risk made Liam’s heart hammer violently. Anyone with a telescope, a late-night insomniac in the opposite tower, or even someone looking up from the sidewalk could potentially witness this.Ryan didn’t seem to care. He gripped Liam’s hair tighter, hips rocking forward to feed more of his heavy, veined cock deeper into the younger man’s throat. “That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels better than I imagined. Been watching you on this balcony for weeks, jerking off thinking about shutting you up like this.”Liam gagged wetly around the girth, tears pricking his eyes from the depth. His own cock strained hard against his shorts, leaking into the fabric. The humiliation of being on his knees in a

Liam’s body felt like it had been through a war by the time he finally slipped back into his own apartment that morning. Every muscle ached, particularly the deep, bruised throb in his ass that pulsed with every step. Ryan’s cum still leaked intermittently into his underwear despite the quick shower he’d taken before leaving. The plug Ryan had insisted on inserting before letting him go — a thick, black silicone toy — kept everything sealed inside, pressing relentlessly against his prostate and making his cock twitch traitorously in his jeans.He tried to work from home that day, but focus was impossible. Every time he shifted in his chair, the plug shifted, sending sparks of overstimulation through him. Memories flooded in unbidden: the cold balcony railing digging into his stomach, the risk of being seen by strangers below, Ryan’s powerful body pinning him, the way his thick cock had stretched and claimed him again and again. Shame burned hot in his chest, but so did a dark, growing

The obsession had completely consumed them both. Weeks had passed since that first risky encounter on the balcony, and Liam no longer pretended to fight it. His own apartment felt foreign now — cold, empty, unnecessary. Most nights he didn’t even bother going back after Ryan finished with him. He simply stayed, naked and marked, sleeping in the bigger man’s bed with cum still leaking from his thoroughly used hole.Tonight was different. Ryan had been texting all day with darker, more possessive instructions. When Liam arrived at 11 PM sharp, the apartment was dimly lit with only a few lamps on. Ryan waited in the living room, shirtless, wearing only black jeans that hugged his powerful thighs. His expression was intense, almost feral.“On your knees,” Ryan ordered the moment the door locked. No greeting. No warm-up.Liam dropped instantly, crawling the last few feet until he knelt between Ryan’s spread legs. The bigger man unzipped slowly, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It was already

The heat in the sauna was oppressive, thick enough to choke on. Sweat poured off my body in rivers, mixing with the oil Kane had slathered everywhere. My hole still throbbed from that first brutal claiming, stretched wide and leaking his cum down my thighs onto the wooden bench. I felt wrecked already, but when Coach Kane told me to turn over, something dark and needy twisted low in my gut.I rolled onto my back, legs shaking. The air felt heavier on my exposed cock, which was traitorously hard again despite the overwhelming soreness. Kane loomed over me like a mountain of muscle, his massive chest heaving, tattoos glistening with sweat. His cock — thick, veined, and still mostly hard — hung heavy between his powerful thighs, slick with oil and my own mess.“Look at you,” he growled, voice low and rough, echoing off the wooden walls. “Already leaking for more. You pretend to be straight in the locker room, but this hole knows what it wants.”I opened my mouth to protest, but he grabbe