Thanks to everyone who follows and reads my work – I feel lucky to have you here! A little about me
– My name is Harlan Maddox-Powell
– I write gay (and occaisionally bi) erotic fiction
– My work is majoratively here and I aim to post daily
– I take requests and suggestions
Mateo stood there in nothing but the blue jockstrap, curly grey hair falling around his face, thick cock already hard and wet at the tip. I dropped to my knees on the hard floor, gold chain swinging against my chest, and looked up at him.
Malik knelt on the carpet in front of the black curtain, the rough fibres pressing into his bare knees. The room was still except for the faint sound of his own breathing. The hole in the fabric sat at just the right height. He reached up and tugged the material aside a fraction,
The mattress was already there when I found the spot, stained and half-sunk into the dirt under the low trees. I dropped to my knees on it without thinking too hard, the rough fabric catching at my palms. My jeans were pushed down around my thighs, cock hanging heavy between my
