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She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

Grey says in his deep voice “Trying to get us in trouble with Santa and baby Jesus? I shake my head and push down on Tristan again and this time the two men take me again until I’m cuming hard for the third? Fourth?, fifth? Shit I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had tonight. The two men wait till I’m done and attack my holes again, fucking, taking and sucking. If I die then it’s from pleasure cause I’m too happy about this feeling I’m getting to want to get married anymore. Grey and Tristan take turns in my pussy, mouth and ass hole that by the time we are done, I lay on the couch for a long time before I could finally bring myself to stand up. Tristan helps me to their changing room

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Killian dropped to his knees, hoisting my leg over his shoulder to feast on my clit once more. As Sinbad's thick dick slid into my soaking, wet cunt and Killian's tongue flicked my swollen nub, I looked Jimmy dead in the eye one last time. I pressed the button, and the heavy curtains swept shut, erasing him from my view. "Happy New Year, Jimmy," I mewled before getting lost once again in the Belafonte twins' touch. THE END.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

Silver takes my hand. You want to know what sucks? Being gay in high school, being surrounded by hot guys you can never look at because looking is just as bad as assuming one's gay. Then you end up like me at a party 4 shots in and I can't help it, fuck I want one... a guy I mean, I'm surrounded.

The Sapphire Retreat stretched along the pristine coastline, the turquoise waves lapping gently against the sandy shore under the midday sun, the air filled with the salty breeze and the distant cry of gulls. It was a haven for those seeking solace and connection, and I stood at the edge of the beach, my linen shirt unbuttoned to reveal my toned chest, swim trunks hugging my thighs, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. I’d come here alone, drawn by the retreat’s reputation as a sanctuary for gay couples and singles alike, my cock stirring with the hope of finding a connection I’d long craved. The isolation of the location—miles from civilization—heightened the thri

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

John Mayo, a 22-year-old college student with short brown hair and a lean, athletic build, strolled into the bustling gay club, ‘The Rainbow Room.’ The pulsating music and the smell of sweat and cologne filled the air. He was new to the gay scene and eager to explore his sexuality. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a group of guys at the bar. One of them caught his eye, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and close-cropped hair. His name was Kai, and he was 23 years old. John had always watched him from afar in class, intrigued by his calm confidence.