Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

and pulled out of me. I missed his cock filling me.
    He removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it onto the floor. Gross. Brian wiped his hands on the blankets before leaning towards me. “You look hot with all that come on your face but next time I'll give you the facial.” Then he leaned in and licked my come off my left cheek, then my chin and neck before cleaning the other cheek. Once he had my face clean, he put his mouth above mine, a few inches between us. Instead of swallowing my semen, he opened his lips and let the come dribble into my mouth.
    I had to either swallow or let it run back out on my face. When he was done sharing, he swallowed before crushing my lips against his. He knew how to kiss and I could feel my cock getting hard again just from the way his tongue fucked my mouth. His hands worked on untying me while he continued to kiss me. When he pulled out of the kiss, he had untied my arms and was softly rubbing my wrists. He looked at them both and smiled. I pulled them down and noticed they weren’t red or anything. My arm muscles were only a little stiff and my ass felt well fucked so I was very happy with how the party was going.
    Lying down on his back beside me, he pulled me against him with my head on his chest. Luckily, he was on most of the dirty wet spots. He kissed the top of my head gently before asking, “Was it as good as your fantasy?”
    “How did you know that was my fantasy? And it was far better than any fantasy I've ever had.” I felt him smile against my head and pull me tighter against his chest.
    “I read your Blog, I memorized your top ten fantasies and I plan on making sure they all come true. Even though you suck at role-playing, you make up for it being so cute and responsive. It's hard to believe you're so shy though when you post all those dirty fantasies on a public Blog.”
    I looked up at him, not sure what to say exactly, “I didn't think anyone read my Blog.” He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss before pulling me back against his chest.
    “I'm glad I read your Blog, now rest, I have a surprise for you when we wake up.” I drifted off wondering which of my fantasies he’d planned for next, and if it was okay to nap wearing contacts? Shit.

Dirty Hero (A Dirty Zero Sequel)
    Copyright© 2012 Kyle Adams

    “Are they supposed to be unaware of our presence?” Darkfist whispered.
    “You know they are,” I grunted, annoyed he was acting so dumb tonight. He was up to something, although I couldn’t figure out what. We were lying on our stomachs in the grass. The light from the almost full moon allowed me to see his stunning face and see how well his tights molded to his sculpted body. The curve of his ass made me uncomfortably hard in my own tights -my cock pressing against the ground was painful. We were on a mission to gather information on a mutual enemy and hoping we’d learn something useful to help formulate a plan. Even if we were on the same side momentarily, I still didn’t trust Darkfist. This was the first time we’d seen each other since he kidnapped me and, well, tortured me. So what if I still jacked off remembering the things he did, it wouldn’t happen again.
    “I thought so. But, you’re glowing like a fairy and they’ll see you a mile away. Then our cover will be blown and I might have to punish your incompetence.” I tried not to think about how hot it was being at his mercy and tried to remind myself that he was an asshole…and the enemy. It didn’t work, my dick got stiffer and dug harder into the ground. I tried not to squirm or show any signs that he made me so achingly aroused.
    By ‘glowing’, he meant my Moltenman costume. The flames blazed brightly in the darkness. “Well, since I’m pretending to be Moltenman, He would use his power to shield the glow. Pretend I’m doing that.” I hated to break character since Brian liked to play scenes staying in character the whole time, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. I didn’t know how to prevent the brightness radiating from my costume; I paid a shit load of money for this effect. Bad enough the costume was getting grass stains and now Darkfist was bitching about it.
    “Since you’re having issues controlling your concealment, you’ll have to turn your costume inside out. You wouldn’t want to fail because someone spotted your flaming aura, right?” The bastard knew failing wasn’t an option, but reversing my costume didn’t seem like a good alternative