Curious Series by M.M. Phoenix

I’m straight, and he’s a man I hardly know. I have no business getting jealous. Yet here I am…The dare was innocent enough—find a guy in a bar, act interested, and get his phone number. So I went and did just that.But here’s the thing about phones—they ring sometimes, and you might just find yourself entangled in a very heated and flirty conversation with someone you’re not supposed to be attracted to.That was me and Shawn until I finally came clean and told him I was straight... moreI’m straight, and he’s a man I hardly know. I have no business getting jealous. Yet here I am…The dare was innocent enough—find a guy in a bar, act interested, and get his phone number. So I went and did just that.But here’s the thing about phones—they ring sometimes, and you might just find yourself entangled in a very heated and flirty conversation with someone you’re not supposed to be attracted to.That was me and Shawn until I finally came clean and told him I was straight. We laughed it off, and that was supposed to be it.Until I saw him at the bar again, with another man, and my blood started to boil.And suddenly, there was a whole different dare for me to consider.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

I kissed him on a dare. How was I supposed to know my body wouldn’t be able to tell the difference?There are many reasons why I hate Christmas parties, and mistletoes are on that list. So when I accidentally find myself standing under one, I’m tempted to call it a night.Things don’t get any better when, instead of a chick, Luke, my fraternity brother, ends up being my match.When we’re dared to play a game of gay chicken, I find the idea ridiculous... moreI kissed him on a dare. How was I supposed to know my body wouldn’t be able to tell the difference?There are many reasons why I hate Christmas parties, and mistletoes are on that list. So when I accidentally find myself standing under one, I’m tempted to call it a night.Things don’t get any better when, instead of a chick, Luke, my fraternity brother, ends up being my match.When we’re dared to play a game of gay chicken, I find the idea ridiculous. Until Luke pushes my buttons, taunting me to no end, and I accept the challenge.Fortunately, we’re both straight, so it’s not like anything weird is going to happen.Right?This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

What do you do when the Dom of your dreams turns out to be a man?It started innocently enough—with a gag ball gifted to me by a Secret Santa. If it was up to me, all office parties would look like that.Things took an unexpected turn when I entered the conference room the card attached to my gift mentioned, and, instead of a woman, I was greeted by a man.And not just any man—the most demanding, experienced Dom I’ve ever met.Too bad I wasn’t into guys. At all.Or so I thought... moreWhat do you do when the Dom of your dreams turns out to be a man?It started innocently enough—with a gag ball gifted to me by a Secret Santa. If it was up to me, all office parties would look like that.Things took an unexpected turn when I entered the conference room the card attached to my gift mentioned, and, instead of a woman, I was greeted by a man.And not just any man—the most demanding, experienced Dom I’ve ever met.Too bad I wasn’t into guys. At all.Or so I thought.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

A final challenge. A lot to gain, everything to lose. Do you take it?Hate is a strong word, but when it comes to Owens, I’m not afraid to use it.From his cocky smile, to his condescending ways and the *I’m-better-than-you* attitude, everything about the guy grinds my gears and fills me with an overwhelming urge to prove myself, taking our rivalry to extreme levels... moreA final challenge. A lot to gain, everything to lose. Do you take it?Hate is a strong word, but when it comes to Owens, I’m not afraid to use it.From his cocky smile, to his condescending ways and the *I’m-better-than-you* attitude, everything about the guy grinds my gears and fills me with an overwhelming urge to prove myself, taking our rivalry to extreme levels.The opportunity to excel arises during a party when his fraternity comes up with progressively weirder and more disturbing challenges.And soon enough it’s just us left, and the final challenge he presents has the potential to not only make me lose sorely but also undermind everything I’ve believed about myself.I know I should run, but I won’t.I’m determined to win.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

When I asked why he chose to kiss me, he said it wasn’t that deep. Now I’m desperate to prove him wrong.What do eight straight guy friends do in a bar on a Friday night? Play poker, of course.Whoever wins the hand, gets to pick a challenge for one of the losers. When my turn finally arrives, I challenge Logan to pick a random guy to kiss. Did I mention he’s straight? That’s right—payback’s a b*tch, my friend... moreWhen I asked why he chose to kiss me, he said it wasn’t that deep. Now I’m desperate to prove him wrong.What do eight straight guy friends do in a bar on a Friday night? Play poker, of course.Whoever wins the hand, gets to pick a challenge for one of the losers. When my turn finally arrives, I challenge Logan to pick a random guy to kiss. Did I mention he’s straight? That’s right—payback’s a b*tch, my friend.It never occurred to me I might find myself on the other end of the payback stick, and that exactly what happens when the guy Logan picks is me.But that’s fine. I’ll do it.It’s not that deep, after all.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

All I wanted to do was watch, but my body didn’t seem to mind he was a man.You know the feeling when you accidentally stumble upon your best male friend’s...adult content online? Consider yourself lucky, then.There were a million questions racing through my mind.I didn’t even watch it—it seemed like an invasion of his privacy. But when my curiosity took over, and I confronted him about it, I found myself asking if I could watch him live instead... moreAll I wanted to do was watch, but my body didn’t seem to mind he was a man.You know the feeling when you accidentally stumble upon your best male friend’s...adult content online? Consider yourself lucky, then.There were a million questions racing through my mind.I didn’t even watch it—it seemed like an invasion of his privacy. But when my curiosity took over, and I confronted him about it, I found myself asking if I could watch him live instead.The deal was simple—he would perform for the camera, I would satisfy whatever peculiar interest was poisoning my brain. And we would never talk about it again.But as my eyes got their share of the action, the rest of my body got utterly confused.There were a million questions racing through my mind, and he was the answer to every single one of them.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

It was just a little experiment between two straight friends. Little did I know a single kiss could change everything.My best friend is ten years too late when he decides to have his college experimental phase. And by a cosmic twist of fate, I end up being his wingman.One after another, Nate ends up rejecting every single man I send his way. I'm not surprised--he's not into men. As the night nears its end and he's ready to give up on his newfound dream, I volunteer as tribute... moreIt was just a little experiment between two straight friends. Little did I know a single kiss could change everything.My best friend is ten years too late when he decides to have his college experimental phase. And by a cosmic twist of fate, I end up being his wingman.One after another, Nate ends up rejecting every single man I send his way. I'm not surprised--he's not into men. As the night nears its end and he's ready to give up on his newfound dream, I volunteer as tribute. I owe him a moon landing, after all.The sooner he gets it out of his system, the sooner he realizes how ridiculous the idea is. There's no harm in giving him a helping hand. It's just one kiss, after all.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

One hotel room. One bed. Two straight hockey players who hate each other's guts. What could possibly go wrong?It's supposed to be the time of my life—my first college hockey camp. A time to prove my worth and secure a spot on the team. But then, there's Dante...The devil incarnated in the body of a frat jock, hell-bent on making sure I never get what I want... moreOne hotel room. One bed. Two straight hockey players who hate each other's guts. What could possibly go wrong?It's supposed to be the time of my life—my first college hockey camp. A time to prove my worth and secure a spot on the team. But then, there's Dante...The devil incarnated in the body of a frat jock, hell-bent on making sure I never get what I want.Things get infinitely worse when the Coach decides putting us together in a tiny hotel room is a brilliant idea that will somehow make us bond.I try at first, I really do, but when Dante's erratic antics turn straight-up debauched, it's time to get matters into my own hands. I plot my sweet revenge.But revenge is a double-edged sword, and when my perfect plan backfires, I find myself in a peculiar position—in more ways than one.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

All I ever wanted was for someone to truly dominate me. I just never thought that someone would turn out to be a man.** Previously published as Born to Dominate under the pen name Jordan D. PlunkettThe night grows darker as I sit in my favorite club, and I find myself waiting. Waiting for someone mighty, and willful, someone who'll make me want to obey, without raised voices, without nonsense violence, without whips and canes and aids. Someone able to achieve that with their presence alone... moreAll I ever wanted was for someone to truly dominate me. I just never thought that someone would turn out to be a man.** Previously published as Born to Dominate under the pen name Jordan D. PlunkettThe night grows darker as I sit in my favorite club, and I find myself waiting. Waiting for someone mighty, and willful, someone who'll make me want to obey, without raised voices, without nonsense violence, without whips and canes and aids. Someone able to achieve that with their presence alone.The pickings are slim, and when a guy approaches me for a chitchat, I don't make much of it. Until I get it—he's the one. One who could give me all that I crave, make all my desires come true.But there's one problem—I don't do men. Never have. Never will. Never...Yet somehow, against my better judgment, against everything I've ever known about myself, my body wants to submit.To him. A man with no name, an enigma in pure male form. And I'm just not sure I have enough restraint to fight it.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

He’s gay and I’m straight. The story should end here. But acting is a very physical job…My plan was simple—start over. Wrap up my Broadway career and start fresh in Hollywood, collecting fans and big paychecks.And then, there was him—a Hollywood hunk, the man of the hour, a heartthrob for masses of all ages and genders.Not me, of course. I was straight, and Jared was just another colleague. A co-star. A man I’d recite my lines to and pose for pictures with... moreHe’s gay and I’m straight. The story should end here. But acting is a very physical job…My plan was simple—start over. Wrap up my Broadway career and start fresh in Hollywood, collecting fans and big paychecks.And then, there was him—a Hollywood hunk, the man of the hour, a heartthrob for masses of all ages and genders.Not me, of course. I was straight, and Jared was just another colleague. A co-star. A man I’d recite my lines to and pose for pictures with.But acting is a physical job, and the second he crashed his body into me on the set, mine reacted in ways a straight man’s body shouldn’t react.I tried to ignore it, to tell myself it’s just the thrill of TV. But the more time I spent with him, the deeper I slid into the rabbit hole.Yes, Jared was a heartthrob.I just never imagined it’d be me who’d be throbbing.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

He's straight. He's half my age. He's all I can think about.Zack has it all—money, fame, and more girls throwing themselves at him than he can count. Me? I have Zack to take care of. And I'm fine with that.I've been lusting over him since the day I laid my eyes on him, but at forty-two, I'm perfectly capable of controlling my urges—I vowed to protect him, after all. From people who want to harm him. Maybe even from people like me... moreHe's straight. He's half my age. He's all I can think about.Zack has it all—money, fame, and more girls throwing themselves at him than he can count. Me? I have Zack to take care of. And I'm fine with that.I've been lusting over him since the day I laid my eyes on him, but at forty-two, I'm perfectly capable of controlling my urges—I vowed to protect him, after all. From people who want to harm him. Maybe even from people like me.But when one night we find ourselves stuck in a hotel room with only one bed and Zack teases the hell out of me, I know I stand no chance.** Previously published as Seducing His Bodyguard under the pen name Jordan D. PlunkettThis is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

Two straight roommates. One homemade adult video. A whole lot of unexpected surprises.When I decided to kick back and relax with the aid of an adult film website one lazy afternoon, I didn’t expect to stumble upon my roommate, performing and flexing at me from the screen.It took me off guard, and I admit, I spent some time…familiarizing myself with his content.But that was a one-off deal. An act of surprise, if you will. I was straight, after all... moreTwo straight roommates. One homemade adult video. A whole lot of unexpected surprises.When I decided to kick back and relax with the aid of an adult film website one lazy afternoon, I didn’t expect to stumble upon my roommate, performing and flexing at me from the screen.It took me off guard, and I admit, I spent some time…familiarizing myself with his content.But that was a one-off deal. An act of surprise, if you will. I was straight, after all. And he couldn’t continue doing that under the roof we shared!So the next time I caught him recording his… art, I decided to barge into his bedroom and confront him about it.If only I knew what I was getting myself into.** Previously published as Just For Show under the pen name Jordan D. PlunkettThis is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

The toughest part of trying to seduce a guy? When your body forgets you're a straight man...The plan was simple enough—psych out the competition, get in his head, and leave him in the dust.And with the Tour de France at stake? I was willing to use every weapon in my arsenal. Even if that weapon was my own body.And so I did just that, already winning the race in my mind as I put on a show for Lucas, slathering chamois cream all over my behind. Distraction, if you will.It was working... moreThe toughest part of trying to seduce a guy? When your body forgets you're a straight man...The plan was simple enough—psych out the competition, get in his head, and leave him in the dust.And with the Tour de France at stake? I was willing to use every weapon in my arsenal. Even if that weapon was my own body.And so I did just that, already winning the race in my mind as I put on a show for Lucas, slathering chamois cream all over my behind. Distraction, if you will.It was working.I was winning.At least that’s what I thought, until Lucas said enough, and came up with a plan of his own. One in which my straightness was a mere footnote.And suddenly, there was a whole different finish line I wanted to cross.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

He thought I was gay. I thought I was straight. One kiss made me question which one of us was right.I had a foolproof plan when I took this get in, remodel the kitchen, and get out. Simple.But that was before Felix, my client's free-spirited son, jumped to conclusions and then jumped me, ambushing my lips with a kiss that came out of nowhere.I set him straight, of course.But now, I'm the one who's all bent out of shape... moreHe thought I was gay. I thought I was straight. One kiss made me question which one of us was right.I had a foolproof plan when I took this get in, remodel the kitchen, and get out. Simple.But that was before Felix, my client's free-spirited son, jumped to conclusions and then jumped me, ambushing my lips with a kiss that came out of nowhere.I set him straight, of course.But now, I'm the one who's all bent out of shape. That one kiss? It awoke something in me, something I never even knew existed.I'm a professional. I'm here to work, not to play.But one taste of Felix's kiss, and suddenly, playing is all I can think about...This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story. All characters are adults. less

I came to Mallorca for sun and sand. I didn't expect to leave with a whole new identity.Fresh off a breakup, sporting a lobster-red tan, and playing awkward third wheel to my coupled-up friends. Not exactly the summer getaway I'd envisioned.Until him. Fabien, our tour guide—charming, funny, and decidedly male.Things were looking up, until… well, let’s just say, strange things started to happen. Glances that lingered too long. Innuendos flying left and right... moreI came to Mallorca for sun and sand. I didn't expect to leave with a whole new identity.Fresh off a breakup, sporting a lobster-red tan, and playing awkward third wheel to my coupled-up friends. Not exactly the summer getaway I'd envisioned.Until him. Fabien, our tour guide—charming, funny, and decidedly male.Things were looking up, until… well, let’s just say, strange things started to happen. Glances that lingered too long. Innuendos flying left and right. Touches that shouldn’t be there in the first place.But being insightful as I am, I figured it out right He was clearly gay. Except he wasn’t.He was clearly coming on to me. Except he wasn’t.And clearly, none of that mattered, because I was straight and you wouldn’t catch me dead fantasizing about another man.Boy, was I wrong about so many things…This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less

The last thing I expected at my strip gig was to end up under his Christmas tree.December means big tips and wild bachelorette parties. At least, that's what I thought I was walking into.Instead, I find myself face-to-face with Damien—the best man with bedroom eyes and a smile that should come with a warning label.When he asks me to teach him some moves, I tell myself it's just dancing... moreThe last thing I expected at my strip gig was to end up under his Christmas tree.December means big tips and wild bachelorette parties. At least, that's what I thought I was walking into.Instead, I find myself face-to-face with Damien—the best man with bedroom eyes and a smile that should come with a warning label.When he asks me to teach him some moves, I tell myself it's just dancing. I’m a professionals here, right?But as his hands map every inch of my body, I'm starting to think I might be the one getting schooled.This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults. less