“Every story deserves a…happy ending.”
Hayden Rose loves two things in life: babysitting Danielle, and writing scandalous, steamy stories. After an embarrassing encounter with Danielle’s father Victor, Hayden quickly realizes that the two of them just might share some of the same fantasies. He knows it’s wrong, but Hayden can’t help himself. With Victor being newly single and their constant presence around each other, Hayden decides to stop chickening out on life and go for it. He’s going to make one of his fantasies a reality, and Victor wants to help.
The Babysitter is the first installment in a 3-part series of 10,000(ish)-word erotic gay stories all about sexy encounters and dirty escapades.
“You’re welcome over any time you’d like,” Victor says. He pushes off the wall and approaches me, footsteps thudding like the giant he is. When he’s close, he places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “I mean it. You’re like a son to me.”
Fucking. Boner. Killer.
This the part when Victor is supposed to put his hand back in his pocket and wish me a good night. I’m like a son to him, after all. But he doesn’t make a move. He keeps his hand on my shoulder, staring down at me with the tiniest of smiles on his lips, and I feel my throat go dry. It’s not a secret that I’ve had a crush on him for the longest time, and the way he’s looking at me now is the same way I’ve spent the past two years eyeing him.
Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I swallow hard. “I… I could come over sometime. For dinner?”
“I’m sure Danielle would love that.”
“Would you?” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but my lips move faster than my brain—story of my goddamn life.
Victor’s brown eyes narrow slightly, and that tiny smile pulls into a smirk. He leans in closer, lowering his voice, and says, “Very much.” That low rumble hits me in the pit of my stomach.
Fucking. Boner. Defibrillator.
“Nothing wrong with a little brotherly love.”
Noel Gallo has it all, from the hundreds of thousands of fans to the freedom to travel the world making vlogs for a living. He also has an enormous thorn in his side in the form of his new stepbrother, Garrett. Cocky, conceited, and always rubbing it in his face, Garrett makes Noel want to seriously consider fratricide. That is, until the two men find a way to settle their differences and end up getting a little (or a lot) closer than they should…
The Brother is the second installment in a 3-part series of 10,000(ish)-word erotic gay stories all about sexy encounters and dirty escapades, all with Happy for Now endings!
I turn to him, waiting for him to retreat, only the moment never comes. His gaze never leaves mine, and his hand stays firmly planted until it begins crawling higher, towards my neck. Another tender squeeze. And slowly, uncharacteristically fondly, he pulls me closer. Closer to him. Close enough that I can feel his warm breath and smell the mint gum on his tongue.
Far too close for what we are.
Shamefully, that isn’t enough to send me fleeing from the car. It’s a thought lost immediately in the depths of my terrible short term memory, abandoned just as quickly as it first appeared. It’s not the same. In this moment, there’s no need for that kind of confusion, no soul searching or questioning of the legalities of this intimate instance. All I know is that I want him to kiss me. I want him to put an end to this torturous teasing and just do it.
And he finally does.
“Look at you giving commands. Being all bossy...”
Jaymore—just "Jay"—Harris is tired of being jerked around. The hiring manager at Red Wonder Media should've made the decision to hire him or not by now, and he's only getting more annoyed by his perfect, stuck-up project leader Rafael. But when a failed date and a questionable snap decision lands Jay in bed with Rafael one night, he discovers a new meaning to the phrase, "sticking it to your boss." A meaning he'd really like to dig deep into.
The Intern is the final installment in a 3-part series of 10,000(ish)-word erotic gay stories all about sexy encounters and dirty escapades.
Were it up to me, this would last for hours. We’d fall to the bed, arms wrapped around each other, and just kiss. Kiss and peck and nip and suck until we’d gotten our fill and then some. But there’s urgency in Rafael’s movements that lead me to believe this isn’t where the night is going to stop. He wants more. I want to give him more. Gathering all my strength, I break the kiss and look over him.
“What do you want tonight?” I ask him, his warm breath washing over my lips. Our faces are only an inch or two apart.
“I want it all. I want you to kiss me like this. I want you to fuck me.”
“Then I will.”
Our lips connect again, and I lead him to the bedroom without pulling away, guiding him backwards. His back presses against the slightly ajar door, and we step past the threshold. On the bed, I climb on top of him, trailing my lips from his down to his chin. I draw lines down his neck and over his Adam’s apple.
With his help, his Henley T is gone, tossed to the floor in a deep red heap. We make quick work of my own shirt, and his hands slide lower down my body to undo the buckle of my belt. “Get this shit off,” he huffs.