Steamy Men Novels & Stories

The steamy air of the sauna enveloped Professor De as he cautiously entered the room, his eyes darting around the space filled with half-naked men relaxing on the wooden benches. De, a tall and lean man in his early thirties, was known for his intellect and handsome features, but he harbored a secret – he was a closeted gay man who longed to peek at the bulges of his fellow gym-goers.

The filthy squelching sounds of my wet cunt swallowing his cock filled the stall. I leaned forward, biting his neck while I rode him harder, my ass rippling with every brutal drop. “That’s it… pound my slutty little pussy. I’ve wanted this fat cock since the first day I saw you.” I was still impaled on him, grinding in deep circles, when I heard footsteps entering the restroom. I froze mid-bounce, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. The footsteps didn’t pass — they came straight in. Through the gap in the stall door, I saw a tall, broad-shouldered man with a handsome, mature face I’d never seen before. He walked to the sink and started washing his hands, clearly aware of what was happenin

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

His hard cock slips from between your tits,leaving a trail of precum across your chest. He doesn’t bother covering himself as he walks to the door leaving you lying there. You hear the door open. Excited voices along with heavy footsteps echo down the hall. Three men enter the room. They are all massively obese with over huge bellies. Their eyes lock onto your helpless body immediately like predators who have finally found the perfect prey. The first one is the largest. With a thick greasy beard and small dark eyes. He breathes heavily through his mouth as he stares at your exposed cunt.

"Girls! I want your steamiest, slutiest fantasies. Every single one of them. Karen, you go first." Karen was eager, voice husky. "I would give anything to be tied up in a room filled with strange men. Naked by the way. Each of them taking turns on all my holes until I can't take anymore." She bit her lips, pressing her legs together to ease the ache in her snatch.

He pinched one nipple between his fingers, rolling it until I whimpered, the sensation shooting straight to my core. "You're so wet for me, Alice," he muttered against my skin, his breath hot. "I love how you respond to me." His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I could feel myself clenching around his fingers, my hips rocking instinctively to meet his grip. The slick sounds of his fingers sliding in and out filled the quiet room, embarrassing yet thrilling. I reached down, and my hand found the hard length of his cock straining against his boxers.

Right now all I cared about was the video playing in my hand. Dominic Steele. Mr Perfect. Mr Untouchable CEO of Steele Empire. The man who thought he was above everyone else. There he was, grainy footage, cheap bathroom tiles behind him, and that smug face twisted in lust while he fucked some nameless girl in a filthy toilet stall.

I can barely stand without support, my body is so hot and sore with need. The group of men inside the room are all busy with their work. There are other women there too, most of them in very skin-tight dresses in various bright colors or animal prints, massaging the shoulders of the men gathered around the poker table. Men with tattoos covering most of their skin smoked cigars and wore fedoras while drinking various glasses of expensive alcohol. Their women bent over backward practically trying to please them, bending over on demand to pick up chips. It looked like a scene from a gangster movie, and maybe that was the point. It was so cliche as to be ironic.

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, beast-human romance, delayed pleasure, dominance, restraints, power play, and consensual use of sex toys. . . The rain fell heavy over the crimson hills of Caldrith, thick as blood against the towering iron gates that shielded the Beast King’s domain.