Boot Camp Gangbang

Scott, a new army recruit, thought he was straight until he met Drill Sergeant Cox at boot camp. While he fantasizes about the dead sexy superior officer, Scott never imagines his dreams coming true. But one night Sergeant Cox catches Scott jacking off in the showers and gives him an ultimatum- follow the Sergeant’s orders or face the consequences. Will Scott obey Sergeant Cox and get drilled into submission?

This 3,400 word story contains rough and dirty first time gay sex including: oral sex, dom/sub elements, bondage, masturbation and shower sex.

Excerpt:

“Recruit!” the familiar voice called from behind him.

Scott jumped and turned around, releasing his hard cock and staring at the man from his fantasy standing in uniform in front of him.

Instead of a smile, Sergeant Cox’s face looked dead serious. “We don’t tolerate that kind of behavior in the showers, recruit.”

“Of c-course not sir,” Scott said, his heart about to beat out of his chest although his erection refused to go down. If anything, it got harder the closer Sergeant Cox got to him. Throbbing out to meet the man like it was waiting for the world’s best handshake.

“Do you know what happens to boys who break that rule?” the man said and pulled out his ring of keys.

Scott shook his head as the water rained down on his back. “No sir.”

The Sergeant nodded and turned, locking the door with his key; the sound of it clicking into place audible even over that of the running water. Goose bumps rose over Scott’s flesh as the Sergeant moved toward him, the man’s broad shoulders and impressive height made him larger than the younger man by several inches all around.

“Turn off the water,” he ordered when he stood about a foot away.

Scott swallowed the lump in his throat and looked down at his chest and cock still streaked with soapsuds. “I’m not fully rinsed off yet, sir.”

“Did I ask for excuses, recruit? Turn off that water!”

A thrill traveled through Scott’s aching body at the order- why did he like that commanding tone of voice and the frown on his Drill Sergeant’s face? Slowly, he turned around the turned off the knob. Just as the water stopped running the Sergeant pushed him face first into the tile wall.

Spence has the hots for his smoking twin stepbrothers. After swim practice, his twin brothers order Spence to strip and bend over right next to the pool! Are his dreams coming true or will it be too much man meat for Spence to take?

This 3,200 story contains graphic and rough gay threesome sex, oral sex and double penetration.

Excerpt:

Hey, I’m not the type to turn down an offer to see my twin stepbrothers naked and covered in suds. “Sure,” I say and start to get up, but Jack’s strong hands clamp onto my shoulders, the grit digging into my slick skin as he squeezes me.

“Uh, what are you doing? Gonna give me a massage?” I ask and glance up.

A hand on my thigh, long fingers gliding over my smooth skin and toward the hardness in my trunks catches my attention next. Joey’s hand inches closer and closer- is he gonna touch my dick or what?

“Or we could swim some more,” he says, his voice slightly breathy.

I inhale deeply, the scent of chlorine filling my nose as sweat beads across my skin in the humid room. Good thing this is an inside pool. “If that’s what you want.”

“What do you want, Spence?” Jack asks, his rough hands traveling down my chest and groping at my pink nipples. Unlike them, I have pale skin and blond hair. I’m what some people consider a pretty boy, but I never thought they’d get all over me like this. Hell, I didn’t even know they were gay!

“This! If you’re offering.”

Joey’s lips trail over my knees and up toward my throbbing cock, now standing at full and total attention in the tight trunks. “What do you think we’re offering,” he breathes into my crotch.

When Elliot arrives home from college for summer break his stepbrother Tim, a Marine, is waiting for him. Over the past year Elliot has been a very naughty boy- and Tim is ready to put his little brother on the straight and narrow. Will his steamy punishments make Elliot behave?

This 3,200 word story contains rough and graphic gay anal sex, oral sex, paddling, BDSM, Dom/sub and bondage.

Excerpt:

“Strip” Tim said and stood with his hands on his beefy hips.

Pulling off his clothes, Elliot hoped Tim approved of his new body. No longer the skin and bones kid he’d been back in high school, he now had some muscular definition in both his chest and arms, although his stomach was still just as flat.

Tim smiled, his blue eyes lighting up when he took in Elliot’s form. The look on his brother’s face made Elliot blush harder. “Good. Now bend over the railing. No lower. I want your ass pointed right at the door. Yeah, just like that. Perfect.”

Leaning over Tim fastened the handcuffs to both of Elliot’s wrists, the little chain between them wound behind the banister so the younger man couldn’t get away. The chill of the cuffs excited him, the metal biting into his hands just enough to feel secure. God how he missed it!

Tim’s powerful hands groped Elliot’s ass, the fingers prying open his cheeks. “Still looks tight to me,” he mused and chuckled. Then he wound the blindfold over his stepbrother’s eyes, cutting off all the light in Elliot’s world.

In the darkness, sounds and smells became sharper- his sense of touch increased to the point Tim’s hands almost felt like hot pokers on his skin. Behind him, the man rustled through the toys like he was looking for something. Biting his lip, Elliot wondered what. He knew he’d be punished for speaking out of turn, but which toy would Tim use?

A sudden whoosh sounded through the air right before the flat side of the paddle connected with Elliot’s pale bottom. He flinched and gasped, but impact sending waves of heat to his already aching erection. A large hot hand caressed the swollen flesh, easing the pain into trembling delight.

The snow is cold, the sky is black, and battle is all Fellun Mercstroud can taste. Young at twenty years, but hardened by the cruel destiny of protecting his people, the captain sets out on a patrol to ambush the enemy of his Clan; the Gray Hunters, barbarians with violent hearts and blood lust in their eyes.

Fellun knows his squad is small, but the young warrior believes he can catch the Grays by surprise.

Yet, what happens when instead, he is ambushed by his enemy? Taken captive by the leader, Renton the Reaper, Fellun is sure death awaits him. But when his muscular, confusing foe begins to touch him in perverse ways he would have never allowed, the captain becomes concerned. What is Renton up to, and why is it stirring baffling, taboo sensations deep in his loins?

This 6.7k M/M word story is full of themes such as bondage, first time gay sex, forced orgasms, and reluctant anal play.

FOR ADULTS ONLY

Excerpt:

“You said,” the man smirked, brushing his fingers gently down that smooth, tan flesh, “to get on with it. I'm happy to oblige, Mercstroud.”
Fellun gasped, trying to pull away, but finding himself still trapped. This can't be happening, what is he thinking? His mind was buzzing in confusion, staring at the intimidating figure who was eyeing his solid chest and slim waist hungrily. He had never had a man watch him with such lust, for that was truly what he had identified in those heated eyes of black; the Reaper wanted him.
Unable to help himself, he trembled when Renton leaned close, the older man inhaling along the length of his bruised throat; as if chasing his scent. For Fellun, he realized the larger man smelled like smoke and almonds.
Still those fingers quested, making a path down Fellun's chest, over his sternum and back again. He was clearly enjoying the way that body felt, and much to his distress, Fellun felt the first tingle of his own reaction.
No, no I can't! I'm not like this, I don't desire men! Not any of them, not even masterful conquerors like...like...
Renton had found the buckle of his belt, and without even looking, he easily undid the clasp. The sound of metal on leather broke the silence, and Fellun found his voice.
“S-stop, please...” He sounded hoarse, and he hated it.
“Stop this, why would I ever do that?” The Reaper pressed his lips to the young man's neck, and Fellun quivered, unable to halt the jolt of excitement that rolled from scalp to toes.
His lips are far too soft!
The man was toying with the top of his captive's trousers now, stroking the silky line of hair that made a tempting trail straight down. It sent a twitch to Fellun's cock, as if waking it from a dream, and the sensation of it starting to firm made his stomach flip, his shame blossom. What is this, why am I getting so worked up! If he goes any lower, he's going to notice...

Bryan’s evenly matched in all ways with his hot stepbrother Steven, but he’s determined to prove he’s the best fuck by topping the other man. In an all out wrestling match, the two college boys compete for the upper hand- and the harder cock. Will Bryan get the fuck he’s always dreamed of?

This 3,300 word story contains rough M/M sex, sixty-nine oral sex and some super sexy wrestling.

Excerpt:

Flipping on the light in the basement, I see a few boxes of my old stuff tucked into the corner. Steven walks right past it and up to the punching bag hanging from the ceiling. His dad was really into boxing back in the day and put a mini workout spot for us down here. The thick red mat is for our wrestling practice.

I watch him punch the bag a few times, the muscles under his dark skin shifting as he jumps from foot to foot. His finely shaped ass just begs me to shove my cock inside. That’ll take some persuasion, but I have the skills to overpower him.

I find one of the boxes from my room and lift the lid. Under a few old wrestling magazines I find just what I’m looking for- my trusty bottle of lube. Tucking it into the band of my briefs, I walk up to my stepbrother.

“Mom said to clean up down here- not to workout.”

Steven shakes his head. “She just wanted us out of her hair and you know it.”

I do, but I have to rile him up in some way. “Are you just gonna focus on that bag or what?” I ask and run my fingers over the slick skin on his back.

His muscles tense under my touch, and he turns his head slightly to the side. His profile is perfect, the full lips and gentle slope of his nose makes he want to kiss him. I hope he finally gives in to this little game we’ve been playing for years.

It’s Josh’s last night on the lake before he leaves to study abroad. Rex wants to make it a night to remember, so he invites his roommate Javier to join them. The lake is deserted, and anything can happen… but can Josh handle being taken at both ends at once?

Warning! This 3,000-word story contains blowjobs, 69ing, rough anal, double penetration, and an unforgettable threesome. Intended for adults only.

Last summer is no more than a memory, but Josh is drawn to the lake again. Even though Rex gave him his number, Josh hasn’t talked to Rex in a year. Can they recapture the magic of the lake? How long can Rex resist when the clothes come off?

Warning! This 3,800-word story contains fingering, double handjobs, a blowjob, anal, and a very lucky sleeping bag. Intended for adults only.

High-powered stock trader. Simple handyman. Can they find common ground?

Will Spencer is a player with a reputation for using and discarding lovers as easily as he earns big money on Wall Street. Handsome, sexy and openly gay, he’s used to having whatever—and whoever—he wants at the snap of his fingers.

And what he wants now is his new handyman, Jack Crawford. But Jack is skittish. One lingering touch, one stolen kiss could send the older man into full retreat. Where Will might have quickly moved on to a more ready-and-willing partner, he unexpectedly finds himself wanting to go slow. With just a little coaxing, he’s sure he can show Jack how good it could be between them.

Jack, a recent widower, never thought of himself as gay. Frightened years ago by an erotic encounter with his best friend, he focused firmly on his marriage. Now that his bed is empty, however, those deep sexual longings are rising dangerously close to the surface.

Their connection is deep, instant, and one that Jack tries to ignore. Yet friendship grows into an erotic journey that must cross a divide of different generations, backgrounds and worlds.

The prize is the one thing neither is sure he can handle—true love.

Sweet dreams can easily become nightmares…

A Halle Pumas story.

Getting attacked by some crazed she-devil, complete with claws and fangs, certainly wasn’t on Rebecca Yaeger’s agenda when she agreed to attend a local masquerade. In a few slashing moments, Becky learns things about her friends and the man she loves that she never would have suspected.

When Simon rescues Becky from an unprovoked attack by one of his Pride, he finally confirms what he’s long suspected: she’s his mate. Carrying her off to his home and dressing her wounds gives him the chance he’s been waiting for—to taste her and mark her as his. And she’s far sweeter than anything, or anyone, he’s ever had before.

Just as their problems seem a thing of the past, a strange illness begins to haunt Becky, threatening to turn their sweet dreams into a nightmare.