CHAPTER TWO – TOWEL He stared at the screen, heart ticking in his chest. What the fuck was that text? Who even says shit like that? It should’ve weirded him out more. And it did—kind of. But at the same time… wasn’t that just how guys joked? He didn’t really have guy friends. Not like that. Maybe this was just what male friendship looked like—crude, invasive, sweaty. And with Camila gone, the apartment was too quiet. Week...

CHAPTER ONE - DRIP The gym was quiet that day. Late afternoon sun spilled through the high windows. Music pulsed low through the sound system, more felt than heard, blending into the familiar rhythm of clanking metal and low, masculine grunts. Liam was curled over a barbell near the free weights section, his expression pinched with focus. He wasn’t struggling, exactly—he was strong, clearly—but his head wasn’t in it. Tomo...

I reach over and place my hand on his knee. “You played well today,” I say, tickling the wiry hair on his thigh beneath my fingertips. I slowly slide my hand beneath the hem of his silky soccer shorts. I can feel the warmth of his cock pulsing under his briefs. I gently, and only momentarily, allow the tips of my finger to brush against it. He smiles and places a hand on top of mine, keeping his other on the steering whee...

I sat in a small, dingy office at the regional employment center, waiting to hear my fate. On the desk in front of me was an administrative bot. It resembled a mannequin with its bottom half missing. It was an old model, practically ancient, but it could still serve its purpose. "I'm sorry, Helen," the bot said in a maddeningly pleasant tone. "Your skillset isn't sufficient to meet the requirements of any available positi...

I don’t know who coined the phrase, “Women have two sets of lips: one set for arguing, and the other set for apologizing.” I’ve never been a fan of that statement or general sentiment surrounding it, but right now, she was apologizing. Arguing for us was rare. For one thing, we generally agreed on most issues because our personalities and viewpoints were very similar. For another, we usually logically stepped our way thro...

We're only the support act but the way we have the small audience jumping, it's like we're the main event. The basement bar is tiny, cramped, industrial, sweaty. The kind of place cockroaches would wipe their feet to enter. My pounding beat that drives Christian’s grungy guitar licks, Matt’s booming bass, and Trent’s throaty vocal pings off the exposed pipework overhead, spreading the wall of sound to the 200-strong crowd...

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© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica The gym was quieter than usual when I got there, just a couple guys at the far end, the usual soft thud of mats, the faint smell of men and effort in the air. My shoulders still ached from yesterday, and I was already questioning my life choices. I was trying to focus — like, really focus — on stretching out, warming up, doing the responsible athlete thing. But my brain kept drifting. To Ma...

Chapter 1: Learning the Routine © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica I shoved my suitcase through the dorm room door, shoulders tight with nerves. My heart was beating a little too fast, like it always did before something new. Inside, sunlight slanted across the bare floorboards, one side of the room neat and empty, the other already claimed. Gym bags piled under the bed, a pair of sneakers tossed haphazardly under the desk,...

I was sweating profusely by the time I finished unloading the last of my belongings into my dorm room. My parents were called away due to a family emergency, so I had to move in by myself. Not exactly how I pictured starting my college experience. Despite my desire to start over and explore new parts of myself, my parents wanted to protect me from the world. While I wanted to live in the freshman dorms, my parents insiste...

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