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By *aulishorny OP   Man
1 day ago

Rugeley/Lichfield

Chapter One: Heatwave

The city was baking under an unforgiving summer sun, the streets shimmering with heat as Jonathan stepped out of his glass-walled office. The tension of the day clung to him like the thick air — endless meetings, polished smiles, sterile negotiations. He craved escape. Relief.

His gaze flicked up and down the street as he walked toward his usual tube station. That’s when he saw him: a lean young man leaning against a lamppost, sweat-darkened T-shirt clinging to a sculpted torso, messy dark hair damp with sweat. The man’s gaze caught Jonathan’s for a heartbeat—bold, knowing, electric.

Jonathan’s breath hitched.

He couldn’t stop staring. Something raw, animalistic, and utterly alive about the stranger—something that made the polished businessman’s blood thrum in ways he hadn’t felt in years. The city’s summer heat wasn’t the only thing stoking the fire inside him.

Jonathan’s eyes followed the man’s slow, deliberate walk down the street, the casual swing of his hips a silent invitation. His mouth went dry, heart pounding. The scent of sweat mixed with something darker, more intoxicating. It was impossible to ignore.

“Hey,” Jonathan called, surprising himself with the roughness in his own voice.

The young man paused, turning with a lazy smile. “Looking for company, mate?”

Jonathan’s pulse spiked. The words hit him like a shot of whiskey. He knew exactly what this was. The guy was a chancer—young, confident, unashamed. And Jonathan was dangerously close to losing control.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, and blurted out, “I’m Jonathan.”

“Jamie,” the man said, his smile widening, eyes flicking up and down Jonathan’s tailored suit. “Come with me. I know a place nearby. Drinks, air conditioning, maybe more.”

Jonathan barely hesitated. He’d been starving for something—anything—to crack the monotony of his life. Tonight, the heat wasn’t just outside. It was burning inside him.

They walked side by side through the simmering streets to a hidden pub, its dark interior a cool oasis from the relentless sun. Jamie ordered two strong whiskeys, his fingers brushing Jonathan’s hand as he slid the glass over.

The first sip burned, sharp and sweet, but it was the electricity in the air, the heat pooling low in Jonathan’s belly, that made his skin tingle.

Jamie’s eyes locked with his, daring and inviting. “You look like a man who needs to let go.”

Jonathan’s breath caught. For the first time in a long while, he felt exactly that—a man on the edge of something dangerous, delicious, and utterly forbidden.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
1 day ago

Glasgow

Great start!

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By *ohnny 51Man
1 day ago

Middlewich

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By *unfollowerMan
1 day ago

Peterborough

Well written..

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By *ung-RobMan
1 day ago

Rickmansworth

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By *moothtouch55Man
1 day ago

Chandlers Ford

Great start more please

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By *ich65Man
1 day ago

Chorley

This is sounding interesting. Nice build up.

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By *aulishorny OP   Man
1 day ago

Rugeley/Lichfield

Chapter Two: Underneath the Surface

The pub was nearly empty, save for the hum of a quiet fan overhead and the occasional clink of glass behind the bar. Jonathan’s drink sat untouched now, his attention wholly consumed by the man across from him.

Jamie leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the seat, legs spread just enough to be intentional. The soft overhead light caught the curve of his neck, the cut of his jaw, the damp line of sweat where his collar clung to his skin. His shirt was thin, clinging to his toned chest, nipples just visible through the damp cotton. His jeans rode low on narrow hips, the outline of his arousal unmistakable.

“You keep staring,” Jamie said, voice low and teasing.

Jonathan swallowed hard. “I can’t help it.”

“Good,” Jamie murmured. He slid his chair closer, his knee brushing Jonathan’s under the table. “You look like you haven’t been touched in a long time.”

That was true. Jonathan's life had become clean, cold, and controlled. Tonight was a break in the pattern. A crack. And in that crack, something wild had taken root.

Jamie’s fingers traced up Jonathan’s thigh, slow and confident, over the smooth fabric of his trousers. “Tell me what you want.”

Jonathan didn’t speak — he reached out instead, his hand cupping Jamie’s jaw, pulling him in. Their mouths met with quiet hunger, lips parting immediately, tongues sliding together in a slick, urgent kiss. Jamie tasted like smoke and whiskey, heat and danger.

Their kiss deepened, breath quickening, bodies shifting under the table. Jonathan could feel the hardness pressing against Jamie’s jeans, and his own arousal strained beneath his waistband. Jamie’s hand moved boldly, palm pressing over Jonathan’s clothed length, fingers rubbing along the seam.

“You’re big,” Jamie whispered against his lips, grinning. “And hard already.”

Jonathan let out a quiet groan as Jamie slowly unzipped his trousers beneath the table. The thrill of it — semi-public, reckless — made his heart hammer. Cool air hit his skin as Jamie reached in, wrapping his fingers around him, stroking with maddening slowness.

He was thick, flushed with need, the head already slick. Jamie’s thumb circled there, teasing, spreading the moisture. “Fuck,” Jonathan hissed under his breath, gripping the edge of the table.

Jamie’s own breath was coming faster now, pupils wide. “You’re going to take me home after this,” he said, voice dark and certain. “You’re going to get me naked, get your hands all over me. And then you’re going to fuck me until you forget your name.”

Jonathan’s hand found Jamie’s bulge next, stroking him through the denim. He was long and hard beneath the fabric, the outline undeniable. The contact made Jamie’s hips jerk slightly, a quiet moan escaping his lips.

“Finish your drink,” Jonathan said roughly. “Then we go.”

Jamie smirked and tossed the rest of his whiskey back in one smooth motion.

They left without another word.

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By *orfyMan
1 day ago

North Norfolk

Hot, and hard reading this

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By *ohnny 51Man
1 day ago

Middlewich

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By *kyluke69Man
1 day ago

Gravesend


"Hot, and hard reading this "

Snap please continue

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By *asher72Man
1 day ago

Newton Abbot

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By *ornet99Man
1 day ago

manchester

Nice story 🤔👍💦👅💦

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By *aulishorny OP   Man
1 day ago

Rugeley/Lichfield

Chapter Three: Jamie

The door to Jonathan’s flat clicked shut behind them, the soft thud of it sealing off the rest of the world. Silence hung for a breath, then Jamie turned, backing Jonathan against the wall with a rough kiss — all teeth and hunger.

Jonathan’s hands slid up under Jamie’s damp shirt, exploring the tight muscles of his abdomen, the defined lines that led down to his belt. Jamie’s skin was warm and smooth, a thin sheen of sweat still clinging to him from the night air. He groaned into Jonathan’s mouth as fingers explored his ribs, his sides, his sharp hip bones.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you stopped me on the street,” Jamie murmured, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion.

His chest was lightly tanned, hairless, nipples firm. Lean muscle, hard-earned but not sculpted for show — a body that lived fast, moved constantly. Jonathan’s mouth found his collarbone, then lower, kissing and licking a path across his chest. Jamie gasped when teeth grazed his nipple.

Clothes came off in a frenzy. Buttons slipped, trousers dropped, boxers shoved aside. Jonathan took a step back to take in the sight: Jamie completely naked in the hallway, lit by the city’s orange glow from the window. He was long and slender, a taut body with just enough softness around the hips to invite touch. His cock stood fully hard, thick and flushed, curving slightly upward with a bead of arousal glistening at the tip.

Jonathan reached out, wrapping his hand around it, stroking slowly, watching the way Jamie’s jaw tensed, how his body leaned into the touch. Jamie’s own hand went to Jonathan’s waistband, pushing the last of his clothes aside until they stood chest to chest, skin on skin, both of them hard and aching.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock,” Jamie whispered, reaching between them. “Thick. Heavy. I want to feel it inside me.”

Jonathan groaned, the heat building low and heavy in his stomach. He pulled Jamie into the bedroom, their mouths crashing together again. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire, hands everywhere — over shoulders, down spines, gripping thighs, stroking lengths.

Jamie rolled onto his stomach, looking back over his shoulder. “Lube’s in my bag,” he said, breathless. “Or yours, if you’re better prepared.”

Jonathan chuckled darkly, retrieving the bottle from his drawer. “I don’t usually do this,” he muttered, voice thick with lust.

Jamie glanced at him with a crooked smile. “You’re doing it now.”

Jonathan knelt behind him, spreading Jamie open with both hands — the view made his mouth water. He took his time, slicking his fingers, teasing Jamie open with slow, deliberate care. Jamie whimpered, hips rolling back to meet each press.

“Don’t tease,” he breathed. “I can take it.”

And Jonathan gave in — guided himself to the tight heat of Jamie’s body and pushed in, slow and steady, the grip nearly unbearable. Jamie groaned, biting into a pillow, muscles clenching around him.

He sank in deeper, one hand gripping Jamie’s hip, the other braced on the mattress. The feeling — the heat, the stretch, the utter surrender — made his whole body shudder.

“Harder,” Jamie begged. “Don’t hold back.”

And Jonathan didn’t.

He thrust deep, steady at first, then harder, faster, as Jamie rocked back to meet him, both of them lost in the rhythm, the slick slap of bodies in the dark. Every moan, every gasp, was a shared language neither of them needed to explain.

Jonathan wrapped a hand around Jamie’s cock, stroking in time with every thrust. Jamie’s whole body tensed, his voice breaking on a cry as he came in hot, pulsing streaks across the sheets. The tight grip around Jonathan made him curse, hips jerking erratically until he spilled deep inside him with a growl.

They collapsed together, breathless, sweaty, tangled in limbs and pleasure and something unspoken.

Jamie turned his head, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Told you. You needed that.”

Jonathan let out a rough, satisfied laugh. “You’ve got no idea.”

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By *ohnny 51Man
1 day ago

Middlewich

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By *utdrguyMan
1 day ago

south devon

Wow - this looks like a hot start to another great story from this guys pen .

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By *aulishorny OP   Man
6 hours ago

Rugeley/Lichfield

Chapter Four: Slow Burn

The room was dim now, lit only by the faint blue haze of early morning spilling through the curtains. The city outside was still hushed — that rare, sacred quiet before the first rush of traffic.

Jonathan lay on his back, the sheets rumpled beneath him, his skin still warm with the memory of what they’d done just hours before. Jamie slept beside him, half-draped over his chest, his breath soft and steady against Jonathan’s shoulder.

Jonathan had dozed, briefly, but sleep hadn’t lasted long. Not with Jamie’s leg thrown over his hips, not with the subtle movements — the accidental grind of skin against skin — that kept reigniting the heat inside him.

He shifted, just enough to adjust, and felt the warm slide of Jamie’s thigh brush his cock. It twitched, thickening with every heartbeat, blood rushing in until it stood semi-hard against his stomach, heavy and flushed.

His breath caught.

He let his hand drift down, cupping his balls gently — the weight of them full, his skin sensitive and tight. He stroked himself lazily at first, fingers sliding over the smooth length, feeling the slow surge of pressure building again.

Jamie stirred, then blinked his eyes open. His lips curled into a half-smile as he looked down and saw Jonathan’s growing erection.

“Mmm,” Jamie murmured, voice still husky from sleep. “Already hard again?”

Jonathan smirked. “Can you blame me?”

Jamie shifted, crawling over him slowly, deliberately. The sheets fell away, revealing the lithe lines of his bare body as he straddled Jonathan’s hips. He reached between them and wrapped his fingers around Jonathan’s cock, now fully hard, the head slick and throbbing.

“You really are gorgeous,” Jamie said softly, stroking him once, twice. “Thick, veiny… so hot to watch.”

Jonathan groaned, his hips lifting into the touch. His body ached in the best way — chest still flushed, nipples tight, abs twitching with every brush of Jamie’s palm.

Jamie reached for the lube again, slicked his hand, and slowly lowered himself down.

Jonathan let out a deep, guttural moan as the head of his cock met that tight heat once again — that slow, intense squeeze as Jamie sank down inch by inch, taking him in fully. The sensation was overwhelming: wet, hot, impossibly snug.

He gripped Jamie’s thighs as the younger man began to move — slow at first, riding him with a lazy rhythm, grinding his hips in tight circles. Jonathan could feel everything: the slick pull, the clench of muscles around his shaft, the weight of Jamie above him, the tension building deep inside.

Every thrust sent sparks up his spine. Jamie’s body moved like he knew exactly how to drive Jonathan to the edge — how to tease every nerve alive, how to drag out the pleasure until it became maddening.

“Fuck,” Jonathan breathed, eyes locked on Jamie’s flushed chest, the way his muscles tensed as he rode harder, faster. “You feel unreal.”

Jamie leaned forward, bracing his hands on Jonathan’s chest, riding him with deep, deliberate rhythm. Jonathan’s balls tightened, drawn up close as the pressure coiled inside him — hot, urgent, unstoppable.

“I’m close,” he gasped, fingers digging into Jamie’s hips.

Jamie nodded, bouncing harder now, his own cock slapping against his stomach with each movement.

Jonathan’s whole body clenched — muscles tight, cock pulsing — and then he came with a loud, broken cry, his hips jerking up as he spilled deep inside Jamie. The orgasm rolled through him in waves, thick and hot and endless, making him tremble beneath the weight of it.

Jamie slowed, riding him through every last pulse until Jonathan collapsed back against the mattress, completely undone.

They stayed like that for a moment — tangled, sweaty, spent — until Jamie leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep.

“Damn,” Jonathan muttered, breathless. “What are you doing to me?”

Jamie smiled against his lips. “Just getting started.”

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By *oy2017Man
3 hours ago

Frome

This is very well written. It captures the animal urgency of two naked men meeting for the first time. Many of the readers has experienced just such a scenario. I know I have when I was young and gorgeous. So looking forward to another episode when you have the time to entertain us all. Thank you.

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