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he shoots back at me I feel a power buzz from my core all the way through my body then out of me. The table that we sat at had been blasted to pieces and I looked around to see Yoda, Mateo and Yohan lying on the ground. Oh no, what did I just do? Mateo is the first to get back up on his feet. “Definitely isn't weak for sure” he mutters, brushing off the debris off him. The music stops and the gorgeous woman in red struts towards us like a raging bull. “We do not tolerate violence in this place” he says with a thick accent. His face morphs into a sneer as she points at the door.

I could hear Volkov yelling and swearing angrily and I almost burst out laughing. “No!” his men replied in unison and I rolled my eyes. “Get them! I don’t give a fuck what you have to do. Those fucker dies. You can kill every fucking one of them.” Volkov yelled in English mixed with Russian. We moved behind a large pile of cement bags. Thank goodness the rooms were pretty much done. The walls gave us more cover as we moved about. I glanced over at Marcelo as he grabbed a long metal off the floor, flexing his shoulders to see if he could make use of the weapon with his bad shoulder that must still hurt as bitch.

“I just wanted to have someone hurt as much as I did at that moment. I went way over the line and - “ “It’s alright, man,” I said, truly understanding why he had exploded at us. “We get it.” “It’s all good. No hard feelings,” Xander says, clapping his hand on Brandon’s shoulder. A low and menacing sound rumbles through my throat at the contact. Zak chuckles at Xander. “Probably shouldn’t touch any other males while the frenzy is still on.” “Sorry,” I say, but I feel Xander’s amusement through the matelink.

He said as he smiled at the cheerful crowd. “Together we can make this work. Men for men and together we can achieve the goal. My name is JEFSEXY and I stand with men for men.” Jefsexy said with a bow as he made his official introduction of himself and took his seat among the VIPs who had come to solicit for more support for the gay movement. “Alright ladies and gentlemen you're welcome to this amazing campaign initiative of freedom for the Gay.” The master ceremony said with his beautiful red slay queen attire.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

“Fuck... Warden... oh yes!” Marcus fucked him hard and fast, hips slamming forward while Rico and Darius stroked themselves and kissed along Jax’s back and neck. The desk rattled violently. Every deep thrust dragged over Jax’s prostate, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure through his body. Rico moved behind Marcus, sliding back into the Warden’s hungry pleasure pot in one smooth motion. The chain reformed, Marcus pounding Jax while Rico railed him from behind. Darius fed his thick cock into Jax’s mouth, muffling his moans.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

Raffaele. “Imran, listen–” “Fuck you,” I snapped, my voice sharp with all the bitterness and anger that had built up in me over the last few days. “You don't get to explain yourself. You don't get to justify any of this.” “You're making a mistake,” he said, his voice steady, but there was a tension there now. The same kind of tension I felt in the pit of my stomach. The kind of tension that told me something was about to break between us.

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

ILLICIT SEX IN SINCITY. **** Four young men sat around the table with plates of untouched meals sitting before them. None wanted to taste the food placed in front of them. Was the food so bad that they wouldn't even have a taste? or was it because of the sexual tension that has suddenly devoured them? Each had lust-filled eyes burnt into the other, they breathed heavily and breathed in unison, mouths a bit parted as to let the air that seems not enough out from their bodies and back in painfully.