Semua Bab Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Bab 1 - Bab 7

WARNING:This story features a romantic relationship between two men (MxM). If you are not comfortable with same-sex relationships or if you do not support LGBTQ+ content, please consider choosing a different book on the app.IMPORTANT NOTICE: This story is rated 18+.The content includes explicit descriptions, intense emotions, nudity, and descriptions of sexual scenes. If these themes are not suitable for you, or if you prefer not to read such material, it’s best to avoid this story.While comments are welcome, any form of hate speech or discriminatory remarks will not be tolerated. Please engage respectfully.If you are not familiar with or comfortable reading MxM stories, I advise you to skip this one. Love comes in many forms, and this story aims to celebrate that diversity.Before we begin, let me say it again, "leave this book and choose another story if you can't handle this kind of content."I am not responsible for any weird feelings, imaginations, wetness, or arousal...Tha

Carlo's POVI couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was just too damn good at this, and the thought made me wonder how many others he had gone down on like this. My blood boiled at the idea, though I had no reason to care. But something about it, about him, gnawed at me, causing frustration to build.With a surge of annoyance, I push him back onto the bed, my release still lingering on his tongue. I pull his head forward, making him spit it into my hand. I’m not entirely sure why I did it—maybe I just needed some lube. If not, I might lose it before I even get started.In one quick motion, I pull his pants down, tossing them aside. His pink, tight hole stares back at me, looking way more appealing than I ever thought it would. I blink, trying to clear my head. Since when did a man’s asshole look... pretty?He lets out a low moan as I slide a finger inside, and I bite my lip. That sound… Damn it! Carlo, you’re losing it. I start to move my finger slowly, feeling the soft heat clenching ar

Blaze's POVMy vision blurs as the night air cools my face. My motorcycle's headlights pierced the night sharply, and the roaring motors behind me struck my head like a hammer.I'm starting to worry now about what was in that drink. I should merely have a hangover because I slept it off, yet I still feel inebriated. My body aches like I’m being ripped apart from the inside out, and I can barely think straight.I wince as pain from my wounded rib penetrates me like a knife as I brace myself for the next curve.Fuck! That old man—he could have waited until I healed to give me this chance. Right now, it feels like I’m being sent on a death mission. This isn’t a race. It’s a suicide run.The sharp turn is brutal. My grip tightens on the handlebars as I push through, fighting to keep control of my bike. Every bump in the road makes my rib throb harder, and the pain clouds my focus. I can’t even see clearly anymore.A flash of movement to my left catches my eye. Someone breezes past me like

Blaze’s POV3years later My life slowly passed me by, and I was quickly forgotten—thrown down from being the top racer to a nobody. I wish other aspects of my life had changed along with that harsh truth, like the fucking debt hanging over my head. That old man is really an asshole without a heart. He just abandoned me after all the fucking money I made for him. Because of him, I'm in this shit.My attention snaps back to the fucker sitting on the bed in front of me, while my knees ache like hell from kneeling and blowing him off. Tch! How long do I have to keep doing this shit? Sucking off this scumbag for money honestly pisses me off, but I have no choice. He pays quite well, and in my current situation, that’s what matters. “Hey, do it properly!” he growls, pushing himself further into my mouth. If I really wanted to do it “properly,” I’d bite it off. Jerk.I force myself to keep