AI generated BL stories (bad grammar, very spicy)

AI generated BL - 🍋 - ep2

Brad took Mike's hand and led him upstairs to his room, the floor swaying slightly beneath their feet. The door closed behind them, and the rest of the world faded away. The only thing that mattered was the thundering of their hearts and the desire that had been unleashed.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, casting long shadows across the bed. They fumbled with each other's clothes, the fabric sticking to their sweaty skin. Mike's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but the excitement was too intense to ignore.

As Brad's shirt came off, Mike took in the sight of his friend's bare chest, the muscles rippling and smooth. He had seen Brad shirtless countless times before, but now it was different. It was... arousing.

They stumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire. Brad's hand found Mike's hard cock, and the sensation was overwhelming. He had never been touched like this by another guy, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Mike moaned, unable to hold back the sound, as Brad's mouth moved down to kiss his neck. He felt the gentle scrape of teeth, the soft suck of a love bite that sent shivers down his spine. His own hand found Brad's erection, and he mimicked the movements, eager to please.

Their breathing grew ragged as they touched and kissed, learning each other's bodies. It was a dance of exploration, a delicate balance of giving and receiving. And as the night grew darker, they grew bolder, pushing the boundaries of their friendship into uncharted territory.

The line between friendship and desire blurred until it was almost invisible. They had crossed it without realizing it, driven by the whiskey and the thrill of the forbidden. As Brad's hand closed around Mike's cock, stroking it with surprising tenderness, Mike knew that nothing would ever be the same between them again.

Their clothes seemed to melt away, as if the very air in the room had turned liquid and washed over them, leaving them bare and vulnerable. They didn't speak, didn't need to. The unspoken communication of lust was all that mattered. Mike could feel Brad's heart pounding against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own.

The bed creaked beneath them as they rolled over, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. Brad's mouth found Mike's neck again, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. Mike's own hands roamed over Brad's broad shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscles.

They were two straight jocks, lost in a moment of passion that neither had ever dared to admit they craved. Yet here they were, exploring each other's bodies as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The scent of sweat and alcohol filled the air, a heady mix that only heightened their senses.

Their kisses grew more insistent, their breaths more ragged. Brad's hand slid down Mike's stomach, his fingertips brushing against the soft hairs that led to his cock. Mike's hand followed the same path on Brad, feeling the heat and the throb of his desire.

Suddenly, Brad's mouth was on Mike's cock, the warm wetness of his tongue sending shockwaves through Mike's body. He gasped, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it was all he could do to not come right there.

Mike's hand found Brad's hair, gripping it tightly as he guided the other boy's mouth. The sensation was exquisite, and he could feel his orgasm building with every flick of Brad's tongue. The room spun around them, a whirlwind of sensation and emotion that neither of them had ever experienced.

And then it was Mike's turn to return the favor. He took Brad's cock in his mouth, the taste of his friend's arousal surprisingly sweet. He sucked and licked, trying to remember every sensation so he could give Brad the same pleasure he was receiving.