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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.

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

I grab them, exhale, and turn to leave— —but one cabinet door hangs open, a corner of a magazine sticking out like it’s daring me to look. I should leave. I don’t. I tug it free. My breath catches as my eyes lock on the cover. Erotic stories. My pulse trips. “Damn, Dominic,” I whisper. I flip to the first page before I can stop myself. The Obedient Boy and the Hot Cheerleader. Curiosity burns through my better judgment as I read the first lines: He does everything she says, dying in wait for a reward... her short, nasty cheerleading skirt...