When men burn with desire…the only way to quench that fire is to give into it…
In this scorching hot bundle of ten super short gay erotica stories, you’ll find horny and desperate men engaging in discreet encounters, anonymous hookups, quickies in public places, older on younger, and much more.
Sexy Shorts: Volume Three includes eight new stories and two previously-published stories, featuring men who like to give into their most base desires and get dirty.
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Excerpt
I don’t quite know how I got here, but here I am.
I’m half drunk and so is my college roommate. We’re both buck naked. And we’ve both got our cocks in our hands.
It’s a competition over who can shoot the furthest.
If I think hard enough, I could figure out how I got into this situation. I’ve had a crush on my straightish roommate for a while now and had dropped several hints that I was interested. He’d told me a couple nights ago that he was heteroflexible and that he’d go for a guy if the mood was right. In our low-key Friday night drinks, celebrating the end of exams, I kept trying to figure out how to get things in motion.
Somehow, for reasons I don’t quite get, a jerk off competition was what finally worked. We’d cleared the coffee table, just throwing everything to the floor, and we whipped our dicks out.
I was already semi-hard, being around Jon did that to me. I was surprised, pleasantly so, to find that Jon had been in a similar state of tumescence.
And here we are. Jerking.
It doesn’t take me long to reach orgasm and shoot my wad. My hot, white cum streaks halfway across the coffee table, creating lines at least a couple feet long. I might’ve jerked off at this table once when I was alone and so I know that I’m capable of shooting farther, but this is still impressive.
I glance over at Jon and he seems to be having trouble reaching orgasm. He’s biting his bottom lip and jerking furiously, but he keeps looking at me. Perhaps it’s my semi-drunkenness or perhaps I’m reading cues on a subconscious level, but I reach back and stroke his ass. With that simple touch, his eyes roll back in his head and he groans as cum shoots from him.
Fuck, his shots are powerful. They easily stretch past mine.
He groans and opens his eyes. I’ve taken my hand back already and neither of us acknowledge where it had been moments ago.
“You lost,” he says with a cocky grin.
“I did…” I say. To be honest, I’m not disappointed. I got to see his cock, got to touch his ass, and, well, there’s always the “embarrassing” humiliation that the loser has to endure. I don’t even need him to prompt me to do the loser’s task.
I lower my body and start lapping up all the cum.