Now Available Wide! Pete's Jailhouse Rock

Pete's Jailhouse Rock
by Michael Jade
Short Fiction | Erotic | Cuckold | Contemporary | MM |

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Cuckolded and punished by hot cops!
Pete gets the shaft--quite literally--after being arrested for vandalizing the local pumpkin patch. The long, muscled arms of the law will take him to task, cuckolding him with surveillance video of two cops administering hard justice to his girlfriend. Then he'll be sentenced to a special form of community service on his arresting officers.

Excerpt:

Pete made a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper and opened his mouth wide and took Wells's thickly veined member between his lips. He had never imagined himself sucking another man's cock, but right now he was driven by an all-new, all-powerful need. A hunger was awakened in Pete that had nothing to do with getting his arrest record wiped clean. The burning lust grew, driving him to plunge his mouth deeper over that cock. Salty musk and sex, that's what it tasted like. And hot, wet dreams. Pete's world swam with new sensations, making his eyes roll back in his head.

"Fuck, yeah, there's a good boy," Wells moaned. "Suck that cock, just like your nasty little whore girlfriend did."

Pete's cock jumped in his hand as the taunting words shot down his spine like a lightning rod to his dick. He sucked deep and hard on the fat cock that had made Hailey come. Made her scream. Her lips had wrapped around this cock, her tongue had flicked the head. The thought prompted him to do the same, and the man's thighs tightened as he hissed in pleasure. Suddenly, Pete understood what had been behind the smile and the wild look in Hailey's eyes while she’d been blowing them.

He felt a sudden hot warmth engulf the head of his dick, and he stiffened. He groaned, a muffled, cock-filled sound of gratitude as Smith returned the favor Pete was bestowing to Wells. Jesus, the man's mouth felt like velvet on his dick, and he had a wicked tongue that felt like it was possessed. The cop took his shaft all the way to the back of his throat, far down until his mustache was pressed to Pete's bush of pubic hair. Smith took Pete's free hand, which was tensed into a fist, and brought it down to his waiting cock. Soon, the room was filled with sucking and moaning sounds while Pete had the odd experience of jerking a cock that was not attached to his body.

Pumping His Iron -Available Wide!

Pumping His Iron
by M.J. Rose
Short Fiction/ Erotica/Contemporary/Multi-partner/MMMM

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First gay encounter in the showers! Terry’s got nothing more exciting going on his Friday night than the usual workout at the gym. That is, until three of the big dogs come along to teach him a whole new, erotic meaning for how to pump hard, gleaming muscles until he feels the burn—and a great deal more.

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“I couldn’t help noticing you were busy with that alone time we’d talked about before,” Rick said, squeezing out a dollop of shampoo.

Terry’s face flamed with the heat.

“Don’t sweat it,” Rick went on, setting the bottle on the ledge where Terry had set it and working up a lather in his hands. “I was planning on doing the exact same thing myself when I got home tonight. But now I think I have a better idea.”

To Terry’s shock, Rick reached out and slathered the foamy shampoo on his bare chest. The smooth, silky soap let the man’s hands glide along his flesh, and Terry sucked in a sharp breath.

“What are you doing?” he rasped.

“Turn around.”

The words were gruff, more of a demand than a polite request, and Rick followed up it by taking hold of Terry’s torso and twisting him so his body was again facing the shower wall. There, his hands went to work on his back, rubbing up and down in slippery trails from his shoulders down to his ass.

Terry groaned despite himself. His little fantasy about Tina had him hot and ready for pleasure, and right then, he discovered his cock didn’t give a damn where it came from.

Rick leaned close and massaged Terry’s ass. “Fuck, I’ve wondered for weeks whether you’d like something like this,” he whispered into Terry’s ear. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me you like it.”

Terry gasped as Rick moved around to grope his straining cock. More shampoo had found its way into the man’s experienced hand, and he used the lubrication to milk Terry’s swollen dick. He gave a slight twist each time his palm closed around the bulbous, mushroom head, and Terry began to pump his hips against the delicious feeling.

“Say it,” Rick spat, gripping the base of Terry’s cock without continuing to stroke it. “Tell me you want more.”

“Fuck, yes,” Terry said. “I want more.”

Rick gave a satisfied grunt and began stroking again, alternating his hands to work magic on Terry’s hard prick.

“Don’t stop,” Terry muttered, fucking the man’s fist harder. “It feels so fucking good.”

Terry could feel Rick pressing tighter against him. The other man’s hard cock pressed bodly against his ass cheeks. Rick began to rock against him, moving his hips so he could work his dick up and down between Terry’s soapy ass cleft.

“Damn!” came a voice from behind them. “What the hell’s all this?”

Caught Red-Handed

Caught Red-Handed
by Michael Jade
Contemporary | Erotica | MM Encounter |

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An erotic first gay encounter story featuring characters 18 and older...

Older man teaches Tommy a lesson! The neighbor is hot for Grant’s wife...and for Grant too. Grant comes home unexpectedly to find Tommy doing more than house sitting…he's busy enjoying photos of Grant’s wife in action. To Grant’s surprise, he’s incredibly turned on watching a well-hung buck get off to Mrs. Stiles. And when he decides to act on these newfound urges to confront the naughty neighbor, he discovers Tommy is just as game to explore some male bonding over their shared attraction.

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“Shut up and sit down,” Grant said, surprised at his tone.

Grant pushed him back down into the desk chair firmly but gently with his hands on Tommy’s shoulders. As he did, Grant’s towel fell away and in the glow of the monitor light Tommy could see Grant was naked and quite hard.

“Mr. Stiles?” Tommy asked, his tone laced with shock.

“You can call me Grant,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Don’t stop what you were doing on my account.”

“I, uh,” the guy started.

“I saw you earlier, sort of. But I didn’t get a good enough look. Nor did you, I suspect.”

He glanced down at his straining rod, which Tommy was fixated on. Grant reached over Tommy’s shoulder and reached for the mouse, he clicked open several folders before finding the one he wanted to share with Tommy. He spun the chair back around.

“You missed the best stuff,” Grant said.

Tommy gasped at the shot of Margie on her back, wearing the very red panties he had shot himself into that afternoon. She had her legs spread and her hand down the front of the panties, masturbating.

“You think my wife’s a hot bitch, don’t you?” Grant asked.

Tommy cleared his throat.

“It’s okay to admit it. She’s a fucking slut and loves it.” He bent lower and whispered into Tommy’s ear, “I watched you cum in those panties today, and I liked it. I got myself off on it after you left.”

Grant glanced down and saw that the younger man’s cock jutted up obscenely from between his legs.

“Go ahead,” Grant said, his breathing getting heavier as he continued to eye Tommy’s huge cock. “Stroke that hot shaft. Just look at her masturbating and jerk that cock off.”