“I mean, I’d gladly step up if no other twink is willing,” Jackson said with a grin.

“You got too many muscles on that hot little body of yours to be considered a twink... not that I’m complaining.”

When the weather got warmer —as if it weren’t always warm in Texas— Brock loved taking Ebis outside the bustling city to the more rural parts of Austin, where they could take advantage of the sun and, well... partake in some outdoor fun they normally couldn’t when at home.

“Goddamn— so fucking tight,” Brock grunts, thrusting so deep inside his husband he knew he couldn’t possibly go any deeper. They didn’t even make it a far as leaving the car before the clothes started flying off, leaving both men nude and dripping precome. Within record time, the doctor was pounding into the man he loved most, giving him all he possibly could.

The way Ebis clenched around his cock, keeping him inside with a vice-like grip never failed to turn him on. He seemed so unassuming on the outside; Brock was the only one who got to Ebis like this. Or so he thought. "Ebb— gonna make blow a fuckin’ load already—”

Brock stopped by the GM looking for Tristan and/or Callan to drop off his monthly check of financial support, but they were nowhere to bee found, so he figured his next best bet would be to go directly to the source: their home. When he knocked on the door and rang the bell, he hadn’t expected to be greeted by their hot little son Asher.

“Hey kiddo,” he begins, working overtime to not imagine this interaction as the starting point of a porno. “Your dads home? I got something important to give them.”

Admittedly, Brock frequently found excuses to stop by the Rosebud Flower Shop to enjoy the sights therein — namely Matt and Billy van Winkle. They were one handsome couple, and that said a lot for the broader Wisteria Court circle. What Brock would give to be a fly on the wall in their bedroom...

Today’s excuse: preparing a floral arrangement to send Mama Coleman for Mother’s Day. He waltzes into the sweet scent of the store to find Matt behind the counter, practically greeting him with his masculine beauty. No wonder business was booming for them. 

“Matt! My man!” says Brock, greeting the other with a familiar handshake. “How are the flowers treating you today?”

After seeking Tristan (or Callan, for that matter) all day, Brock finally got in touch with his acquaintance and arranged for the other man to meet him at the Coleman-Pierce residence to hand off his support check for the month. He was a patron of the arts and felt it vital to support the drama scene in town... the fact that Brock wanted to mess around with Tristan (with or without their husbands) was just bonus incentive to keep him happy. What else was he gonna do with his loaded bank account?

“Tristan! My man! It feels like I’ve been looking all over town for you,” says Brock, his megawatt smile beaming into Tristan’s handsome face. “Stopped by the GM, then I even went to your house... you’re an elusive one, y’know that? Not that it’s a bad thing. I got a little something for you here,” he says, holding up the envelope containing the check.

percy mccann:

Percy must have lost track of time. There was to be a party at the McCann home and Percy had just hopped out of the shower, getting ready for tonight. He could have swore it was seven…but walking out in his briefs, heading to his bedroom, thirty minutes before seven, Percy walked straight into what seemed like a brick wall, “ Oh! I-I…sorry!” Percy was standing there a bit frozen and very embarrassed.

The McCanns were hosting a party tonight, and true to form, Brock was never one to miss out on a party. But he’s underestimated how big the other family’s house was —not bigger than his— but still sprawling enough to get lost. On route to the bathroom, he must have gotten a little lost, and he found himself running into a half-nude Percy in his room, evidently getting ready for the night’s events. 

“Oh, sorry kiddo—” he says, giving the younger man a once-over, admiring his toned body. “I’m pretty sure this ain’t the bathroom...”

Brock met Kingsley some time ago, but even back then, he knew their friendship would be a fruitful one. Within a week of knowing each other, their relationship took on a sexual component that they both enjoyed to this day. What was better than friend with benefits? Nothing, that’s goddamned what — except maybe pancakes. Brock was a sucker for those.

But not as much as he was a sucker for Kingsley’s tight, hairy asshole, clenching around his gigantic cock like a champ. “You should record this for your little show, King,” Brock chuckles, watching the radio host struggle to take every last inch of his piece. “You like how I call you that? Knowing I’m the real king between us... the alpha king...”

Post-coital showers were almost better than the main event sometimes. Wet, slick bodies pressing against one another, warm water cascading down their perfect muscles... then again, Brock was the kind to prefer dessert over a main course every now and then.

After taking multiple loads up his blisteringly tight hole, Brock found himself enjoying a shower with Kendall, getting much dirtier than they were clean. “Gonna have to put you on speed dial after all that dick you gave me,” Brock purrs, intermittently nipping at Kendall’s full, puffy bottom lip with his teeth as their cocks ground together. “Think you can handle being my new favorite booty call? Even if it’s my booty getting called...”