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Forced In Public

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

When Kyle gets horny in the middle of a long flight from Canada to Australia—while stuck sitting between two hot, straight men—he can do nothing except try to hide his erection and focus on the vacation ahead of him. But then the straight guy next to him pulls out a gay magazine. With almost all the passengers fast asleep, Kyle decides to go for it and flirt with the straight guy—something timid, shy Kyle would never normally do, but maybe if the guy was interested, they could do something when they landed in Sydney. The straight guy can’t wait that long. He grabs Kyle and forces him to suck him off in the middle of the flight. The guy seated on the other side of Kyle, who had been fast asleep, wakes to the sounds of a blowjob—and suddenly Kyle, a man who never takes risks, is joining the Mile High Club.

WARNING: This 4,200-word short story contains an explicit oral sex scene between a young man and two older men that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

The guy went back to reading his magazine, ignoring me. He flipped the page and I glanced out the corner of my eye to find a new provocative shot of the muscular model — now the guy was in the changing room at the gym, putting on his socks, bending over so that his ass was sticking up straight at the reader.

I wondered if this guy’s ass looked as amazing as the model’s. Fuck, I had to stop thinking like that. I needed to get my mind off of this guy and back onto more wholesome things. I could have dirty thoughts as soon as I got off the plane and away from him. I could jack off in my hotel room for the whole vacation if I wanted, but right now I had to get my mind out of the gutter.

I forced myself to think, instead, of the Sydney Opera House and of the Harbour Bridge — the two tourist trap sites I was most looking forward to. And, of course, Bondi Beach. I had plans of laying in the sun for hours, soaking up the rays in my brand new Speedo. I bought some new sunglasses to help me hide the fact that I’d be checking out the asses of all the guys that walked past me in their own skimpy swimwear.

And then my mind turned to the guy next to me, as I wondered how he’d look on the beach. I bet his bulge would really fill out his skimpy spandex shorts and his ass would have a nice curve to it. I’d lower my sunglasses seductively and catch his eye and then look toward a stand of bushes we could romp around behind. He’d grab his bulge and—

Holy fuck, I was horny. I needed to stop this. I looked down at my crotch and found two distressing things — first, my bulge had grown incredibly noticeable, standing almost perpendicular to my body, and second, while imagining my seatmate on the beach, I’d absentmindedly been stroking my crotch.

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, even though it seemed the hot guy next to me hadn’t noticed. I crossed my arms, trying to keep them away from my crotch. But then I realized that just allowed my bulge to stand out prominently. I quickly folded my hands and lay them in my lap, doing my best to cover the mountain between my legs.

The guy next to me still hadn’t seem to have noticed — thank God — but this was getting increasingly uncomfortable, almost to the point where I wanted to call an attendant and ask to switch seats. I didn’t think I’d be able to last several more hours in this seat. I needed to either move away from him or just jack off in the washroom — but I was still too terrified to do something like that.

A sudden movement from my neighbor caught my eye and I heard the rustle of his magazine. I watched him out of the corner of my eyes — he still seemed to be enraptured by the article in front of him. The pic of the guy bending over while putting on his socks was still in front of him. I bit my lip and held back a moan — I was so fucking horny right now.

And then I heard his magazine rustle again, but he hadn’t flipped the pages or anything. I turned to look at him, to get a better look — his right hand was holding the magazine, but his left hand had disappeared between the magazine and the wall of the plane. Was he ... was he jacking off?

I lifted my gaze to look at his eyes and found that he was looking at me, not his magazine, and that look of disgust was gone. Instead, there was a look of desire. My heart raced in my chest, thumping against my ribs. I felt my mouth go dry as I opened it, trying to form some words, something to say to him. His eyes never left me and it felt impossible to come up with a coherent sentence as long as he looked at me with such heat.

He folded his magazine and tucked it into the seat pocket in front of him. His fly was open and his cock, long and hard, stood upright and his balls dangled against his jeans. His dick was wide and had a thick ring of foreskin bunched around the purplish head. A bead of precum formed at the slit and I licked my lips, imagining the sweet taste of it.

Forced To Take It

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Christian is horny and lonely in a largely-heterosexual Texas town. He goes to the bar every Friday night and takes a risk by hitting on hot guys—sometimes he goes home with someone, but the night usually ends in disappointment. Tonight, he’s feeling extra-desperate and decides to hit on Randall, a straight and very intimidating rancher. Christian thinks the night is over when Randall rejects him, but when Christian goes out for a smoke, Randall corners him and backs him into the alley…brutally giving him the very thing he’s been searching for.

WARNING: This 4,200-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a burly rancher that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Randall. I shuddered as the powerful masculinity of his voice — no longer hushed to keep quiet from bar patrons — washed over me. I turned around to find him standing there, taller than me, giving me a stern glare.

“I see you’ve changed your mind,” I said, stepping closer to him. I smiled.

He grabbed a fistful of my shirt. “Not quite,” he said, his voice suddenly going cold.

For the first time, I felt fear. Had I so horribly misread him and earned myself a beating? People get killed for this. I tried to struggle to get away from him, but he just pulled me closer. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he brought me within an inch of his face.

“You want my cock in your dirty fag-hole?”

I blinked several times, trying to determine if I misheard that. No ... he said exactly what I thought he’d said ... and though it was said with anger, I’m sure I heard some lust in there, too. “Uh...” I said, completely at a loss for words, my jaw hanging open.

“That’s right, open your mouth wide, cocksucker. You’re gonna need to get wider than that.”

My ability to think continued to diminish as all my energy flowed to my cock, aching and throbbing. He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch — oh, fuck, he was huge. I think he saw the excitement in my eyes because he hauled me toward the alleyway beside the bar.

“My apartment is that way,” I finally managed to say, pointing in the opposite direction. I tripped over some trash as he pulled me along, but his grip on my shirt kept me upright.

“I don’t care,” he grunted. In the alley, he dragged me along to the back, where it crossed with another alley and he hauled me around the corner. From here, we couldn’t see any of the surrounding streets — making me wonder if he’d hauled other guys here before. “On your knees, bitch,” he ordered, shoving me to the ground.

Forbidden Touch

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Anna has always been turned on by her boss, Michael, a grizzled man twice her age, but has always restrained her desires because she has a boyfriend. Michael wants her just as bad, but has always held back for the simple fact that he’s her boss. But one cold and snowy day, Anna and Michael are trapped at work with the lights off and the fire roaring—and that’s when Anna finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her. Seeking comfort sex, Anna attempts to seduce her boss, eager to finally get nailed on the coffee bar like she’s wanted for so long. The only thing standing in her way is Michael and his code of ethics, and whether or not he will finally give the forbidden allure of animal lust.

WARNING: This 4,400-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young woman and her older male boss that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, thankful for the distraction from Michael’s presence. It was a text and photo from Serena, my sister.

I’m sorry, but you need to see this, said the text. Below it was a photo of Dylan ... with another woman. They were necking in a car, parked on some quiet road.

“That bastard!” I said.

“What?” Michael asked.

I shut off my phone and shoved it in my pocket. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

I was furious with Dylan, but more furious with myself for not seeing the signs of a cheater before now. I should have known this might happen — after all, he left his ex because he was cheating with me. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

I should be upset, I should be crying ... but, no, I was angry. I was furious. I wanted revenge. If Dylan could have a little action on the side, then so could I.

I only needed to find a suitable man, someone to fuck me good and hard and give me what I really needed, give me something that Dylan and his pencil-dick couldn’t possibly do.

Michael shifted beside me and I was suddenly aware of his presence — his closeness — again. He wanted to fuck me, I knew he did — and I’ve had a burning need to get fucked by him. It’s just never been appropriate for either of us to follow through with it ... until now.

I needed to get fucked good and hard, right here, right now. I couldn’t wait for this storm to be over and we could go to one of our houses. No, I needed it here and now, in the café.

The only challenge would be to get Michael past his morals.

Cougar On The Hunt

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Julian is alone in the gym, working out on a Saturday night to pursue his college sports dreams, when in walks Samantha, the cougar that all the jocks whisper about. Julian shows off for her while doing the leg press and rows, and that soon leads to him spotting Samantha as she does the bench press — which leads to accidental touching and fired up libidos. It’s clear they’re flirting and she’s attracted to him, but Julian just doesn’t know how far this will go — until Samantha corners him and strips, demanding he does the same. Riding the thrill of lust and danger, Julian gives in, resulting in the best workout session he’s ever had.

WARNING: This 4,300-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a MILF that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

I glanced at her and caught her staring—she quickly looked forward, ignoring me. I smiled to myself and continued with my workout. Even if I didn’t bag this cougar, I could still get the thrill of showing off for her.

She got up from her machine, wiped it down, then moved closer to me, stopping at the bench press. She racked her weight and lay on the bench, but before lifting the barbell, she instead sat back up and looked at me.

“Could you...could you spot me for this?” she asked.

I smiled and nodded. “Give me one moment.” I counted out the last of my reps out loud, being sure to grunt with each number. “Twelve...thirteen...fourteen...fifteen.” I grunted and put the weight down on the floor, then stood and flexed my back, stretching out the muscle I’d just worked on.

I walked over and she laid down on the bench. I came around to the other side of the barbell and looked down at her—she was even hotter up close. She was slim, trim, and athletic. Her brown hair, tied back in a ponytail, lay beneath her.

I put my hands just under the barbell and nodded to her—she gripped it, then lifted it off the rack. She grunted and brought the bar down to her chest and then pushed it back up again. I kept my hands just an inch below the bar, ready to catch it if needed, but she forced her way through fifteen reps. I helped her set the barbell up on the rack.

She let out a long breath and let her hands fall down to just above her head—one of those hands brushing against my bulge as it passed. I jerked reflexively, but tried not to make it too obvious. She didn’t apologize...which made me wonder if it had actually been intentional.

Go-Go Boys of Club 21: The Complete Series

Posted on April 27, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Club 21 is known across New York City for having the hottest go-go boys. They groove to the beat, fuel fantasies, and leave you begging for more.

Liam is one of those premiere go-go boys, but even though he's living the life he's dreamed about, he feels something is missing. And he might have found that something when he gets into a whirlwind romance with a former porn star.

Lance is the newest go-go boy. He took the job because he's infatuated with Liam and hoping for a chance to get to know him better, but only gets a broken heart as he watches Liam chase some guy he barely knows. As Lance pushes to get closer to Liam, he only pushes him further away.

As the beat goes on and the tempo changes, will Lance be able to win the man of his dreams? Or will Liam forever go off in search of new excitement?

Originally released as five separate stories, this volume at last collect the Go-Go Boys of Club 21 into one hot volume.

We’re the go-go boys of Club 21. We dance, we fuel fantasies, and we give ourselves to the beat. We bump, we grind, and before each shift we have a jerk off competition; the order in which we come determines who gets the most desirable dance platform.

Normally, I shoot first, earning me the prime spot by the DJ. Ken usually comes shortly after me; he claims I get him excited. Lance, our new guy, he’s always last and ends up with the crappy spot by the pool tables.

Today, I decided to try something different—a strategy, if you will—to teach Lance an important lesson about being a go-go boy. I yanked down the front of my shorts and let my cock hang out, then grabbed it in my fist, stroking up and down the shaft. In front of me, Liam and Ken stood with their shorts tucked under their balls as they pumped with vigor.

I held back, loosening my grip just a bit, but still keeping it tight enough to stay hard and throbbing. I grunted and faked an impending climax, hoping it would give the other guys incentive to rush to completion.

The faking worked. Ken groaned and numerous rockets of hot, white cum launched from his cock. His load splattered on the tiled floor, like some abstract painter’s creation, a wad of it dropping on my toes.

“Sorry, Liam,” Ken said as he came down from that high of orgasm. I doubted Ken was actually sorry—he was definitely the bad boy of our trio. He drank, partied, and had a high-octane sex drive.

I looked at the cum on my feet and then winked at him. “Ken, you sick fucker. You can lick it off.”

He stuck his tongue out at me, then crossed his arms and watched Lance and I battle to the finish. I kept stroking, making my effort look convincing. Lance fixed me with his usual cocky stare. Lust glazed his eyes too, no doubt fuelled by the actions of his fist.

“Uhhh...” Lance groaned as his cock fired off a dozen good bullets of cum, showering across the diamond-tile floor. Fuck, he could shoot a mean load.

Lance had joined us three weeks ago and I didn’t know too much about him. He was a quiet jock, a much better fit than Aaron, the airhead twink who he’d replaced. Having a jock in our small group was good for bringing in more customers. Ken and I were well-toned and we all had boyish charm—it was part of the job, after all—but Lance’s body was hard and toned, and packed with an impressive array of muscle. And boy, could he dance.

I didn’t realize I’d stopped stroking until Ken said, “You planning on coming?”

I shrugged, letting go of my cock. “I don’t think it’s happening tonight...probably shouldn’t have tugged it this afternoon.”

Ken snorted. “Whatever.” He swiped a bead of cum from his dick and licked it off, then tugged up his shorts and headed to the staff bathroom to grab paper towels.

Lance and I pulled up our shorts too. I smiled at him, trying to give my best look of sheepish defeat.

“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?” He asked.

I leaned in close to him. “Yeah. Now, why do you think I did it?”

“Hmm...are you trying to teach me another one of your go-go boy secrets?”

I grabbed my thick bulge and gave it a shake for him. “See this?”

Lance looked down at my basket and bit his lip, then reached in his shorts and adjusted himself. “Mmm. I get it. Don’t come so you’ve got a bigger bulge.”

“The bigger the bulge, the bigger the tips, no matter where you dance. I’ll prove it to you. I plan to make a killing tonight. Tomorrow, you can try and do the same. I bet you’ll make more than your usual thirty-seven bucks.”

Ken came back with the paper towels and started wiping up the cum. He paused and looked up at us. I think he knew we had cut off a conversation upon his return. “Boys?”

I looked at Lance—he would keep a straight face if I lied. “We’re talking about bulges,” I said.

A wicked grin crossed Ken’s lips as he wiped more cum up from the floor, then from my foot. “Bulges are one of my favorite things to talk about.” He tossed the paper towels in the wastebasket. “Are we talking about a particular bulge?”

Lance looked as if he’d been caught red-handed with porn. “Liam’s.”

“Oh...in that case, that’s definitely a bulge I like.” Ken grabbed the front of my tight shorts, groping my cock and balls.

I swatted his hand away. “No touching unless you’re tipping. You know the rules.”

Ken laughed and swiftly turned around. He slapped my ass as he passed me. “I like your butt better than your bulge, anyway.”

Love’s Last Dance (Go-Go Boys of Club 21 #5)

Posted on April 27, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Not even a week into his move to L.A., Liam has the feeling that things are slightly off. Liam's new life in porn and Ryan's big mansion and flashy car can't seem to mask the fact that Ryan is more distant than he's been before. L.A. was supposed to be a new stage of Liam's life, full of happiness and partying, but none of that seems to be happening. Still, he tries to hold on desperately to love he's certain will last.

Back in New York, Lance has hit it off with the new dancer, Zack. He can't believe his luck, that this hot young guy has eyes for only him. But as the week goes on, the edges of this life with Zack begin to fray. Lance tries to deny it, but can't avoid the fact that something is wrong, that Zack isn't as into him as he wants, and ultimately, the love Lance so longs for just doesn't seem to be in reach.

While Liam and Lance make compromises to find the love they so desperately need, Ken is immersed in love with his new boyfriend Dan. But this is all new for Ken — he's never done the "boyfriend" thing before. Will it mean the end of his carefree life that he loves so much? Or will it mean the beginning of a new adventure, one where two can play and more can join?

Amid the misleading pull of lust, the call of love will bring the boys together for one last dance. Hearts will break, and hearts will mend, and as the beat goes on in Club 21, the go-go boys will embrace a new life where they will never be the same.

Love's Last Dance is a 23,000-word novella.

I bit back a moan as my cock slipped into Zack’s tight ass. I gripped his ankles so hard I worried I’d leave bruises when I eventually let go. But the boy could take it. My cock slid in right to the base without having to slow down for his ass to adjust.

“I love how you fill me,” he said, sheer ecstasy contorting his face.

When I was balls-deep inside of him, I pushed his legs closer to his chest and leaned over him, pressing my mouth against his. I pushed my tongue past my lips and his, exploring the inside of his mouth. And slowly, drawing out the moment, I slid my hips back, pulling out my cock until just the tip was still in, then I slammed it home, a loud smack filling the room.

“And I love how you take it so deep and hard,” I grated.

Zack moaned and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, holding me tighter. He moaned and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. The twink liked it rough — these hard slams of my pelvis against him drove him wild.

I picked up speed, sliding out and in again, our bodies smacking together each time. Sweat broke out on my brow, beading and dripping down on Zack’s face. He stopped kissing me to chuckle, then ran his hands over my forehead, brushing the sweat back into my hairline, then he pulled me close again and kissed my forehead.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, barely more than a moan. He was pulling me closer to that edge.

My breathing became quicker, reedier, as I worked my way to climax. We’d fucked a couple times since our foursome with Ken and Dan on Sunday, so Zack already knew my cues, already knew I was close. He slipped a hand between us and furiously stroked his long, hard cock. His fist bumped into my abs with every yank on his meat.

“I’m gonna cum,” Zack blurted out. His eyes opened wide and then screwed shut as a tremble ran through his body and a thick load spurted out from his cock, painting both our chests with thick lines of his hot cum.

With ejaculation, his ass muscles clamped down tight on my cock, finally shoving me over that edge. I screwed my eyes shut, too, and grunted as fire shot through my body and my cock erupted, filling the condom with my load. When I could open my eyes again, I saw Zack looking up at me, panting and smiling. A sheen of sweat covered his face.

I kissed him, much more gentle and tender than mere moments ago.

“That was amazing,” I said to him, voice hoarse.

Men In The Hot Room: The Complete Series

Posted on April 27, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

A wall of heat rolls through the hot room and sweat beads on Simon’s hard nipples. He contorts his body in all the right ways, intent on seducing his instructor, Brad. And Brad, a man twice Simon’s age, is unable to resist, no matter what the consequences might be. This simple act of seduction soon leads to weeks of scorching hot sex as Men In The Hot Room raises the mercury.

Originally released as separate stories, the bestselling Men In The Hot Room series is now available in one delicious book. Follow the steamy encounters of Simon and Brad that begin in Go Deep, continue with a hot threesome in Go Deeper, and reach a light BDSM climax in Going All The Way.

This collection will have you gasping for breath and reaching for a cold glass of water…or some tissues.

BONUS FEATURE:

Bump and Grind, the start of the Go-Go Boys of Club 21, featuring the exploits of horny young men in New York City’s coolest gay club.

Simon licked his lips, then eased out of position. His erect cock protruded long and slender against his red spandex, threatening to poke its head above the waistband. Brad smiled daringly.

“What’s your optional asana?”

“Dandayamana-Bibhaktapada-Paschimotthanasana. But I might need your help.” An impish grin twisted the young man’s lips.

Brad’s heart thumped hard. “A good position—posture. Very well. How do you want me to help?”

In answer, Simon spread his legs wide, held his hands out at his sides, then folded forward at the waist. He wrapped a hand under each heel and brought his forehead to the floor effortlessly. He stared at Brad from between his legs.

“I need you to check that my posture is perfect.”

Brad moved closer, loving the sight of Simon’s ass high in the air, the cheeks spread wide, the spandex taut over the crevice between them. “How do you want me to help?”

“I need you to hold my hips.”

Brad moved closer, until the twink’s ass was so close the heat of it warmed his cock. He put his hands on Simon’s hips, stroking the spandex with his fingers. “Like this?”

“I think I need more support.”

Brad shuddered, biting his lip, hesitating only a moment before pressing his crotch against the crack of Simon’s ass. He groaned as his cock tingled.

“Mmmm… That’s it. A bit harder. I don’t want to fall.”

Brad obliged. He leaned forward, running his hands over the young man’s lower back, his fingers sliding over hot, wet skin. His cock throbbed with pleasure, fully excited, eager for release. “You might want to adjust your legs a bit, get them a bit straighter. It will give me more leverage.”

Simon shifted his legs, wiggling his ass and grinding it firmly against Brad’s dick. “Like this?”

Brad’s jaw slackened. “Yes. Perfect.” He slid his hands toward Simon’s hips again, one resting on each side. “I think you have this one down. Good work. You can rise.”

Simon spread his arms out and raised his torso all the way, then brought his legs together, squeezing his cheeks tight around Brad’s dick. Brad examined their reflection in the mirror, holding Simon’s hips tight. The boy’s cock now pulled his shorts away at the waist, creating a small gap.

They stood motionless, sweat trickling down their bodies. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Brad’s words were low and quiet. He held Simon’s gaze for several more moments, waiting. The young man didn’t say anything, didn’t quiver. Brad hesitated only a moment. Fuck, if I get fired for this, it’s worth it.

Opening his mouth, he found the back of Simon’s neck with his tongue, tasting him and his sweat. Simon let out a heady sigh. Brad relished the sight of him in the mirror, the way his eyelids fluttered and his lips parted—the way the haze of sex clouded his features. Brad ran his hands across Simon’s tight stomach, wrapped his arms around his slim form, and pulled him close. He thrust his pelvis forward, grinding his firm cock against the boy’s supple ass.

Sins of Lust (Go-Go Boys of Club 21 #4)

Posted on April 27, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Liam leaves New York City and Club 21 behind to take on a new adventure in Los Angeles as a porn star, with his new boyfriend Ryan at his side. While Liam is happy to finally be living the life he's always dreamed of, he can't help but wonder if he's gotten into something over his head. Sure, Ryan's house is huge and his new job promises lots of money and fame, but he still can't shake the feeling that something's not quite right.

Back in New York, Lance and Ken embark on another wild night at Club 21 with Zack, the club owner’s son, and the hot new dancer to replace Liam. Zack is sexy, mischievous, and disarmingly innocent, but has a wild side that rivals Ken's. And he has eyes for Lance. The go-go boys are in for a weekend of sinful heat that promises to bring them all together, but will Lance take the leap he failed to take with Liam and seize his new opportunity?

Sins of Lust is a 23,000-word novella.

When he opened the door and we went in, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was blown away. Polished marble tiles lined the entry foyer and a grand staircase, lushly carpeted, led up to the second floor. To either side of the foyer, a wide hall led to expansive rooms that I could just barely glimpse through open doorways.

He put my suitcase down and locked the door. “Welcome to our home.”

I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s neck and pulled myself up for a kiss. “It’s good to be here. It’s good to be with you.”

He stared deep into my eyes, igniting fires within me. “We could go for a tour now, if you’d like.”

I glanced around the huge space—I would definitely need a tour and maybe a map. But right now...I took in his broad chest and tapered waist, and his bulge just below that. I needed to get him in bed now—I needed his closeness and his touch. “It would be great if you could show me the bedroom first, so...I’ll know where we’ll be sleeping.”

I winked at him, trying to play coy. My cock strained against my fly, my ass itched to get stuffed. I knew Ryan wanted it just as bad—I reached down and grabbed his crotch. His bulge was thick and hard.

He pulled me close for another kiss and pushed his tongue into my mouth. God, he tasted good. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Now that we weren’t at the airport, I could do things to him that I couldn’t do there. He held my thighs up with his strong hands and carried me up the stairs.

I nuzzled his neck as he took us down a short hallway on the second floor, through a double set of doors. The first thing I saw was the king-sized bed, and as Ryan took me toward it, I then noticed the huge picture window above and its spectacular view of the ocean. An exhibitionistic thrill charged through me as I thought of us fucking in front of the window for the world to see.

“This place is amazing,” I said.

Ryan laid me down on his bed and straddled my body, elbows beside my ears. He kissed me again, licking and tasting my lips. I slid my hands under his shirt and felt up his furry, muscular chest. His pert nipples sharpened beneath my fingertips.

“I need you, Liam,” he whispered into my ear. “I need you more than you know.” His lips blazed a trail down my jaw line, to my Adam’s apple. I groaned and bucked my hips up against his as he licked my collarbone, one of my most sensitive spots.

“God, Ryan...”

He gently grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it effortlessly over my head, tossing it on the floor. He sat up, admiring my body, and ran the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, sending a shiver through my core.

“Your body is so perfect,” Ryan groaned. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d stayed in New York.”

“I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”

He leaned down again. “You’re right.” He made me shiver as he kissed my Adam’s apple again, then planted gentle kisses down the centre of my chest until he reached my navel. With his broad fingers, he carefully unbuttoned my fly and shimmied my jeans down until he left me in just my lucky red jockstrap.

I grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “These things need to come off, too.”

He smiled at me and hopped off the bed, quickly stripping down to nothing, his glorious Adonis-like body outlined by the bright sunshine behind him.

Ryan lay on the bed beside me and put my hand on his cock as he claimed my mouth with his again. I stroked his thick shaft, giving into his forceful kisses. But I couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth was watering—I needed to taste him. I broke from the kiss and shuffled down the bed to his luscious meat. Closing my eyes, I descended toward it, extending my tongue and licking up and down the shaft, relishing his unique, salty taste. It was better than I remembered.

I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking up and down. Sweet precum leaked out of his bulbous head and danced along my taste buds. His cock was stiff, but the flesh was smooth as velvet. I massaged his shaft hard with my tongue and lips, loving the way his cock filled every inch of my mouth.

Boys in Heat (Go-Go Boys of Club 21 #3)

Posted on April 27, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

One week ago, Liam's lover Ryan had to fly back home to L.A. Before he left, he asked Liam to come with him, move into his mansion, be his boyfriend...and become a star for Ryan's porn company. Liam doesn't want to leave his dancing life in New York, but as the week winds on, he feels empty. Worse, last weekend Lance finally took his crush on Liam to another level when they shared a passionate kiss. Liam wants to forget, but the excitement of it haunts him.

Lance, however, is sure there were sparks in his kiss with Liam, and with Ryan now out of the picture, Lance figures it's only a matter of time before Liam realizes how good his life would be with Lance. Lance is on the hunt, but will his persistence break through and win him the boy of his dreams, or only drive him away?

Enter the hot, sexy world of Liam, Lance and Ken as another Saturday night comes to Club 21. When the boys are in heat, anything can happen, be that surprises or dreams come true.

Boys in Heat is a 12,000-word novella.

Fuck, why did I have to jerk off? Yanking my cock meant I was now late for work. I tried not to shove people aside as I charged down the sidewalk and through the intersection.

I stepped off the curb and a taxi blared its horn at me, nearly taking my knees out. Shit! I slammed my fist on the trunk of the cab as it zipped past me. The cabbie flipped me the bird, hand sailing through the air. Another car honked and whizzed by and I nearly lost it with him too. What was wrong with these assholes? I looked up at the lights, then saw the cars had right of way.

That didn’t make me feel any less angry. I swore under my breath and avoided eye contact with a nearby grandma glaring at me.

My phone chirped. I pulled it out and read the message from Ken. You coming, man?

I texted back that I was almost there. God damn it, I’ve never been late for a shift at the club before. I was supposed to be in the back room ten minutes ago.

This was all Ryan’s fault. I met him two weeks ago at the club—a former porn star and now a porn director—and we hit it off immediately. We fucked, every night for a week. It was intense. We had something real...something hot. But then he flew back to L.A. Before he left, he asked me to move in with him, to abandon everything here in New York and fly across the country. More than that, he wanted me to star in some of his porn vids. I was tempted, so fucking tempted.

The need to be with Ryan had me aching in my bones and made my cock permanently hard. I spent the past week alternating between missing him and masturbating over him. I jacked off this afternoon and then fell asleep, and then before I left for work I had to jack off one more time—and now I was running late.

Finally, I rounded the last corner and Club 21 came into view. There was a small line-up across the front of the building. Max, the bouncer, stood at the head of the line with his arms across his chest. He was so massive. No one fucked with Max.

When he saw me running up, Max grinned and held the door open. It must have been an enviable sight to those wannabe daddies in the crowd watching how we smiled at each other, but make no mistake—Max was straight. “Have a good night, Liam,” he said as I rushed past him. Before I was out of reach, he gave my bum a quick grope. Okay, so he was mostly straight; even the straight daddies liked a firm twink bum now and then.

Inside the club, it was dark, hot, and the music was already thumping. The crowd was a little thin, but the line outside promised a crowded night. I bit my lip as I passed the pool tables, the place where I first spotted Ryan two weeks ago.

“Liam, you’re late.” Rachel’s voice pulled me out of my disjointed thoughts. Somehow, I had come up right beside her and not even noticed.

I nodded. “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve just been having a bad week.”

Rachel smiled. I suspected she knew bits and pieces of what had happened between Ryan and I. “That’s okay,” she said. “I’ll let you off the hook this time. Try to shake it out of your system tonight and just have fun, okay?”

I gave her a weak smile. “I’ll try. Thanks.”

She gave me another smile and nodded toward the back of the club. I rushed around the dance floor and past the bar, toward the back. I took a deep breath before opening the door to the back room. There was a second reason I was late, and it was to avoid who was waiting inside.

Lance. He’d kissed me last weekend. To my surprise—shock, confusion—I kissed back and...I liked it. But I was with Ryan. My future was with Ryan, if I could just grow some balls and take what the man was offering me. I was on the cusp of finally doing something with my life and then Lance went and made a move on me. Fuck.

I pushed the door open and plastered a smile on my face. Both Lance and Ken were facing each other wearing only their dancing shorts, which were hooked under their balls.

“Perfect timing,” Ken said, holding his cock in his hand. “We were just about to start.”

Sexy Vibes (Go-Go Boys of Club 21 #2)

Posted on April 27, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

It’s been one week since go-go boy Liam met porn star Ryan—a week filled with mind-blowing sex. And with that week of sex, feelings have grown in Liam, feelings he isn’t yet ready to acknowledge. Finally, it’s Saturday night again and time for Liam’s next dancing shift, but that also means Ryan has to fly back to L.A. in the morning. Before he leaves, Ryan has a proposal for Liam, one that threatens to change his life—for better or for worse.

Go-go boy Lance has been crushing on Liam for months, since before he started working at Club 21. It’s been torture sitting on the sidelines, watching Liam and Ryan’s evolving escapade. With Ryan leaving New York and heading home, Lance sees his opportunity to take the leap and make Liam his, but will he take it? Or will he end up living in regret over a love that could’ve been but failed because he was too scared to believe in it?

Ken, the slut of the group, is on the prowl, but tonight’s quest for domination will take him by surprise when a stranger helps ignite a new spark in an old relationship. The lights go down, the music throbs, and the heat rolls off a crowd of leering men. For Liam, Lance, and Ken, this is a night when everything they thought they knew about love and lust will change.

Sexy Vibes is a 15,000-word novella.

Now that no one was in the corridor of the hotel, I stopped trying to hide my boner. I rushed down the hall, the same as I’d done every night this week, to room 1239. I knocked on the door.

“Just a second,” a voice called from inside. That voice. That deep and masculine voice that came from the hottest man I’d ever fucked—the hottest man I’d ever met.

My already-hard cock stiffened more. I’d seen him only a few hours ago, but I had to go to my day job at the bookstore—the longest shift of my life. I couldn’t wait to get inside, rip off all my clothes, and get on all fours on his bed.

My heart skipped a few beats when I heard the lock click and the door opened just a crack.

Ryan.

He had trimmed his facial hair down to just a trace of sexy stubble. He glanced up the corridor to ensure no one else was around then stepped back, swinging the door wide open.

Good God, he was in nothing but his underwear. His chest and abs were covered in defined muscles and dusted with sexy hair.

“Hi,” I said.

He stood aside to let me pass. “Come in.”

His bulge strained against the hot pink cotton of his too-tight briefs. I’d seen all of him before, but seeing his cock concealed like this made it all exciting again.

Ryan was a former porn star, Jeremy Caber, and his body definitely showed it. He had the hot daddy look down to a T—tanned skin, beefy chest, hair sprawled across his pecs, and a monster cock.

I was sure to rub against him when I slipped past. I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. With a quick glance around the room, I catalogued the past week by the places we’d fucked. Sunday was the bed (twice), Monday was the chair by the window, Tuesday was the leather reclining office chair, Wednesday was the shower—or wait, that was Thursday and Wednesday. Friday was the bed again, and the shower, and the balcony door, then at midnight, after taking me out for ribs he folded me up on the carpet right in front of the coffee table, ripped my pants down, and pounded me like a wild dog in heat—he even growled when he blasted his hot load in my guts...fuck I could come just thinking about that. Friday was my day off from the bookstore and I’d spent the whole day with Ryan.

Today was Saturday and I knew exactly where it was going to happen this time. I met Ryan’s eyes and rushed across the room. I collided with his solid bulk and he wrapped his strong arms around me. I brought my mouth up to his and kissed him, tentatively at first, and then with deeper lust. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I tasted him. The faint tang of whiskey was on his breath again, just like always...it drove me wild. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles, his strength.

Ryan scooped me up and set me down at the edge of the bed. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Liam.”

He undid my jeans and pulled them down my legs, slipping off my socks with them. I propped myself up on my elbows and bit my lip as he brought his mouth tantalizingly close to my crotch, his breath hot on my bulge. I pushed my hips up, desperate for contact with his mouth, my cock tingling.

He teased me. Ryan’s mouth drifted upward, so close to touching—to kissing—my body, but it never did. His breath heated my skin, moved up over my waistband as he pushed up the hem of my shirt. His tongue finally touched me, circling my navel, pressing in, the touch like blazing fire.

I gasped and arched my back. “Oh, God, Ryan. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good. This is how I feel every minute I’m with you.” He bit one of my nipples and I whimpered, dropping my head back and grinding my cock against his abs.

Ryan pulled my shirt over my head, but before I could slip out of it, he pulled it tight across my face, trapping my arms. I shivered when he dug his tongue into my pits. It felt so good—fuck, it drove me crazy. I bucked my hips up and my hard cock met his, our cotton-clad shafts grinding together.