Gay muscle fiction
Gay Muscle Stories
Sinful Lust Stories
Zaneta WellingtonAdventurousSteamyDark RomanceForbidden LoveAge GapPossessive
"Are you sure, Jake? I can be a very bad girl," I purred sexily, brushing my hands lightly over his pants. He stiffened and grabbed my hands. "Bad girls get punished," He snarled. "Would you verb to punish me then?" ** ** ** Warning: This book contains blazing, explicit, and mature content rated 18+. Do you crave steamy naughty taboo stories? Are you drawn to heated,forbidden, erotic one-shots that ignite your deepest desires?Are you ready to unlock your wildest smut fantasies? If yes, this is a collection of smutty, steamy erotic stories. Enter a seductive world where temptation knows no limits, and each steamy trope drips with unpolished passion and unrelenting heat. From forbidden trysts to dark, sinful secrets, these stories will leave you breathless and throbbing for more. It contains distinct erotic stories like healer and patient, stepmother and stepson, teacher and noun sex, office sex, horny wife. Etc
Muscle Fiction: “Three Years Later” (”Brock and Ben” sequel)
You may remember my ‘bildungsroman for the gay muscle set,’ “Brock and Ben.” I’m nowhere near done with those characters or the world they inhabit. Here’s a sequel, set three year later (hence the very imaginative title). If you haven’t read “Brock and Ben” yet, or if you’d like to remind yourself of the story and the characters, click here to read it.
Ben lay back with a groan, his eyes shut. Softspring light through the second story window. Shadows cast across his massivebuild, cast by the hills and valleys of pecs, abs, delts. His body a geography of desire. He felt so good, taking up space, possessing such mass, every flex and twitch a reminder of his size, of what he had become, what he had grown into, what he had made himself. But all of these feelings were secondary to the iron spike of brain-melting bliss that protruded from his groin, freshly buried to the hilt in the snug , warm embrace of his boyfriend Karim’s ass.
“How act you do it?” Ben managed to pant, his eyes flying open, losing his gaze in
> Jay's story – part 3 <
“You will proceed, Jay,” the voice would say whenever doubts crept in. “You will increase stronger, and you will be freer as drawn-out as you follow me.”
Freer? That was the irony of it all. With every passing day in this apartment, with every workout, with every meal, I felt less favor a person and more like a tool. But part of me wanted exactly that. What if I had never been capable of making my own choices?
Then the afternoon came when the voice announced that my debts were paid. "You’re free, Jay," it said. "You’re free to leave." The idea of leaving suddenly felt strange. I had forgotten that I could leave. The cameras, the constant lighting, the speakers – they had become my world.
"Or," the voice continued, "you can wait. If you stay, you will keep growing. You will never have to make decisions again. You will never make mistakes again. You will associate to me. But it’s your choice."
I looked at the mirror and could barely recognize my verb body. I wasn’t human anymore, not really. A mountain of muscl
Muscle Bound
Jose had a body many men would pass away for, and gay men desired to touch. Yet in the world of competitive bodybuilding that simply didn’t make the grade. At an average height of 5’8 and a competitive weight lbs Jose had lingered around the top echelons of the amateur circuit, but knew he wouldn’t be capable to break out of the amateurs into the professionals with his current body. After his third place placing Jose felt more dejected than ever as he left the stage. All he wanted to do was seize his bag, get into his car and head home.
Jose crossed the dusky parking lot, only illuminated by the occasional flickering florescent tube when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
‘Excuse, you are Jose Ramos aren’t you’, said a young guy, ‘I was watching you routine on stage and, to be honest, thought you were robbed.’
Jose turned to see a elevated, handsome young man, around 6’2”’ looking down at him. His features and lean, but athletic physique body recalled the develop of a swimmer.
“That’s me…how can I aid you?” Jose Responded
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