Punished by the Marine

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.

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.

Scott’s fellow army recruits invite him to play pool one night, but there’s another game they’d rather partake in. One of them caught Scott getting drilled by their Sergeant- and now they all want a taste of his sweet tight ass for themselves. Will Scott be able to withstand the onslaught of man meat thrust at him in this boot camp gangbang?

Warning: this 3,500 word short story contains graphic anal sex, rimming, super sexy oral, double penetration and voyeurism.

Excerpt:

No one else stepped forward, so Scott racked the balls and got ready to break. Just as he pulled the cue back, Banks’ large body pressed into Scott’s smaller one, the rich scent of coconut oil engulfing his nose.

“You really want to play pool?” the big man whispered in his ear.

Goose bumps rose over Scott’s flesh, the man’s muscular body rubbing against his- the meaty thickness of his cock pressed into the smaller man’s ass. “Why else did you invite me here?” he asked. This was just like the times with Sergeant Cox. And his cock ached just as hard as it had then. Why did it turn him on so much?

Banks chuckled, his chest rumbling against Scott’s back as his large hand pulled the cue away. “I saw you in the shower with Cox,” the man whispered and wrapped his arms around Scott’s chest.

“Wait, what?” Scott said and tried to pull away, but the big man held him firmly.

“I saw you getting fucked by the Sergeant. Think of how much trouble you two will be in if I tell. You might get kicked out of the Army, is that what you want?”

Scott’s heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. “No. Please don’t tell. What do you want me to do?”

Banks rubbed his hand down the front of Scott’s uniform, nudging his half hard cock with fat fingers. “You’re a smart kid. I think you can guess.”

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...

Explicit Adult Content. The horrors of planet Secren reveal themselves to Demetri one by one, making him even more desperate. His parasitic computer guide, Brainbox, continues to tell Demetri his only chance for survival is to become the ‘beta’ (lover in the submissive role) to the charming mine overlord Malstrum. Someone is after Demetri’s claims, and the precious beads his group must mine in order to have food for survival. Their new enemy is named Flurry. They learn he’s not only a psychopath—but a cannibal. Things are even worse than the gloom and doom warnings Demetri got from Malstrum. He needs help—no matter what the personal price.

His last eight seconds could lead to the longest, most satisfying ride of his life.

Studs in Spurs, Book 4

Annie Grant is at the top of her game as an on-air interviewer for the pro bull-riders tour. In all those years standing within microphone range of thousands of sexy cowboys, she’s never been tempted…until now. Now that respected veteran Luke Carpenter is no longer with his longtime girlfriend, he’s back on the market. And Annie is buying.

Luke knows his days are numbered. Every year the rookies get younger, the bulls get ranker and, like it or not, the time is coming when he’ll be hanging up his spurs. After a sizzling hot night with Annie, he realizes that maybe this old dog can learn some new tricks. But quicker than a bull can spin, things get complicated.

A tragedy forces Luke into a no-win decision: hang onto the tail end of his career, or retire early for his family. Either way, he can live with his choice. Question is, can he live without Annie?

Warning: Contains knock-your-boots-off cowboy lovin, some up close and personal interviews of the oral persuasion, and a happy ending...cowboy style.