Kinks: m**********n, male/male, fantasy,
I lay in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, staring down at my naked c**k already half-hard against my stomach. The room was quiet, just the hum of the city outside my window, but my mind was anything but still. It kept drifting to him—my biker neighbor, the guy who revved his motorcycle every morning like he owned the damn street. I'd seen him earlier today, striding out of his place in that tight leather jacket, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, his broad shoulders flexing as he swung a leg over his bike.
God, he was all raw power, early thirties with that rugged face and a stare that could pin you down. I didn't even know his name, but f**k, I wanted him to know mine. My hand itched to touch myself, the craving building like a fire in m
