‘I moved to a new city for a fresh start — new job, new apartment, no ties.
Then Simon suggested I join his golf club to make friends.
That’s where I met Ben.
One shared taxi, a few beers, and his soft lips were suddenly on mine outside my door.
I told myself it was just curiosity, a one-time thing fueled by alcohol.
But the next weekend in the steam room, his hand wrapped around my cock and his body pressed against mine, shattering every boundary I thought I had.
Now I’m craving a man’s touch, his thick cock stretching me, his cum filling me.
The risk of getting caught only makes it hotter.
How long can I keep this secret while wanting more?
