Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

since I followed him down the stairs earlier. I was so lost in my own pleasure I wasn’t even listening to Striker, but I’m sure he was talking dirty when he wasn’t moaning. I started shortening my thrusts so I could lean down against Striker's back. I slid my hands from his waist up to his nipples, pinching them as I bit his shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough it smarted.
    He lifted his head off the mat and turned towards me. “Yeah, baby, punish me for teasing you so bad.” I twisted his nipples hard as I continued to thrust forcefully. I stopped leaving marks on his shoulder and turned my head to cover his lips with mine. I kissed him hard and fucked his mouth with my tongue with the same enthusiasm I was pounding his ass.
    He pulled his mouth away before shouting, “Oh shit, Cross. I’m coming.” I felt his body tense under me and his ass tightened around my cock. I leaned back up, grabbed the thigh straps of his jock, and pulled them tight knowing it would put pressure on his balls and cock. I used them as handles while I fucked him through his orgasm. He started moaning, “Oh fuck, oh God.” When I was about ready to come, I pulled out of him and removed the condom before erupting all over his back. He did say he wanted me to fuck him like a whore.
    “That how you like it, bitch?” I couldn't help taunting as he collapsed on his stomach. I fell to my side next to him.
    He looked at me and smiled. “That's how I love it, you made me come in my jockstrap.”
    “You like it dirty,” I teased.
    “You didn't even touch my dick.” I didn’t know how to respond to that so I just smiled that I made him come just from fucking him.
    We laid there for a few minutes before I asked, "You let me win, didn't you?"
    He chuckled lightly before leaning over and giving me a quick kiss. "Depends on your perspective. To me I’m definitely the winner here, besides this was just round one," he winked before leaning in and kissing me, he was ready to start round two.

    THE END

Dirty Zero
    Copyright© 2012 Kyle Adams

    “'Lo, Wyatt!” someone yelled waving their hand in front of my face, blocking my comic book. Didn’t they know it was rude to interrupt someone while they were reading? Especially since Captain Uptightedness was just about to plunder Daring Audacity’s secret cavern. This was the final issue before starting the next story arc. It just came out today and I had spent half my lunch break driving to the comic book store. I had to know how this arc ended. Things really picked up four issues ago when Audacity killed TemTitus, Captain Uptightedness’s young protégé. The last issue had ended with the Captain not only learning the location of the Audacity Lair, but also that his arch-nemesis Audacity was really his dead younger brother, well, not so dead. And now, because of some Jackass interrupting me, I wasn't going to be able to finish before I had to go back to work. I knew I should have read in my car but the couch in the break room is so comfortable. Usually, there is no one around on my break since I take it an hour later than everyone else.
    “What,” I grunted not bothering to look up from my comic. Using my hand, I motioned for the jerk to move theirs. I would have shoved it out of my face but my hand sanitizer was at my desk and I had no idea where this hand had been. Soon as the jerk’s hand moved, I'd be able to finish my story.
    “Sorry, Wyatt, didn't mean to put my hand in your face but didn't know how else to get your attention. I said your name like eight times and you never answered.” Oh, man, I knew that deep sultry voice belonged to Brian, the super-hot, nice, and totally out of my league office heartthrob. I tilted my head and slowly peeked up, the deepest green eyes I have ever seen were looking back at me.
    Why was Brian even talking to me? Didn’t he know I couldn’t function around him? He was tall and handsome, with his muscular body and chiseled face. Simply put he was hot, hotter than any character from my comic books. I get nervous enough around normal people but when Brian is near, I turn into a complete ass. I just stare at him without blinking like a total freak, and you can forget talking, my mouth just quits working. I fought the urge to push my glasses up, I am sure he already thought I was a stupid loser, I've never been able to say a full sentence around him. Usually, I would just answer his questions by shaking my head. I wasn't