StoriesByTroy

By the time Theo got home that evening, I’d changed outfits twice, fixed my hair three times, and told myself out loud that it wasn’t that big a deal. It was just a date. Just Theo. Just the guy I’d kissed on our couch three nights ago. The one whose hand I still kept thinking about; the way it had curled around mine like it belonged there. I was pretending to be unbothered on my bed, scrolling aimlessly on my phone, when I heard the front door open. A second later, Theo’s familiar footste

I woke up sore. My body ached like it had been through war. My limbs were heavy, like I had been carrying five men on my back. Maybe I had. I was still on the same rug from the night before, still in my thong under a throw blanket that reeked of sweat, beer, and something darker. My throat burned. My ass pulsed with that slow ache that only comes after a long, hard night of being used. My lips were swollen. My chest bore faint red marks where fingers had dug in. But I was smiling.

Jace’s cock was already deep inside me, spreading me open all over again. His rhythm rough, impatient, like he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands were locked around my waist, and every thrust shoved my body forward onto Chase’s cock, thick and waiting in my mouth. “God, look at him,” Brett muttered lazily from the couch. “Didn’t think he’d last this far.” “He’s not just lasting,” Joshua added with a low laugh. “He’s begging for more.” And they weren’t wrong. I was on al

Joshua didn’t wait. His cock slid in with a grunt...thick, needy, filling me fast. My knees buckled under the stretch. I barely had time to breathe before Jace grabbed my face and shoved his cock back down my throat. Just like that, I was back in place. Bent forward on all fours, spit dripping from my chin, thighs shaking. Joshua fucking me from behind. Jace holding my jaw open and using my mouth like he owned it. And then Chase stepped up on my right, already stroking himsel

The rehearsal dinner was the kind of thing my mum lived for. Crystal chandeliers, long tables draped in white linens, waiters in starched uniforms sliding wine glasses onto coasters like they were arranging jewels. The bride's family had clearly spared no expense, and judging by the way Nathan kept grinning at Olivia (Nathan's fiancée) whenever their eyes met, every bit of it was worth it. I sat near the middle of the table, wedged between my cousin-Ben and Nathan's groomsmen Ralph, smiling

The living room was darker than usual. Not blackout dark, just low lit and charged, like the air before a storm. The guys were already sitting when I got there. Shirtless. Silent. Waiting. Just five shirtless guys waiting in the living room. Dim lights, bare chests, sweat slicked skin. The couch pushed back. Pillows tossed aside. Jace sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch. Lucas was sprawled across the bean bag like he was posing for a magazine cover. Chase stood in the middle...

I don’t even know what time I drifted off last night. All I know is I woke up the way you’re not supposed to wake up when the world is expecting you to play the perfect little brother. My cheek was pressed against the warm rise of Calvin’s chest, his heartbeat slow and steady under my ear. His arm was heavy across my back like he’d claimed me in his sleep. The sheets smelled like chlorine from the pool and sex. I opened my eyes, half dazed, and the first thing I saw was the tight stretch of

The hallway was quiet. Just past midnight. Everyone else in the house had either passed out or was still downstairs drinking. My room was right across from Jace's. All I had to do was take a breath, cross the hall, and knock. I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want to...because I did. My whole body was thrumming with need. Jace had whispered it into my ear like a demand: My room. Tonight. I want to be the first to stretch that hole. I’d been hard ever since. So I knocked

I was sitting so close to Theo. Too close to pretend there was nothing happening between us, The tension in the air was quiet, not loud or awkward, just thick in that way something unspoken hangs between two people. We were both comfortable in each other’s presence. That part was new. But under it, there was this undercurrent, this pull, like we were both waiting for the other to speak first. “You won’t hurt me, Theo,” I murmured, voice steady but soft. My hands found his thighs, settling t

The waves outside kept their slow, steady rhythm, but inside the small room everything felt dangerously still. Matteo’s chest was pressed to my back, rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths that brushed hot against the nape of my neck. His thick arm lay across my waist like it belonged there, bicep flexed and warm, fingers splayed over my stomach. Every inch of him was solid; abs tight against my spine, thighs tangled with mine, and lower, unmistakable now, the hard line of his cock nestled

Calvin stayed buried inside me, unmoving, his weight heavy and perfect above me. My legs hung over his shoulders, trembling from the stretch, my hole clutching around his cock like it never wanted to let go. His hands gripped my waist, thumbs pressing into my skin as he leaned lower, his lips brushing mine, our breaths tangling. “Fuck, Masey,” he murmured, his voice low and rough against my mouth. “You feel unreal. I could stay inside you forever.” I moaned into his kiss, every nerve a

It had been three days since Theo kissed me. Or maybe I kissed him. Or maybe we both leaned in at the same time and no one corrected it. Whatever it was, it happened. And now it lived somewhere between us; quiet, fragile, and completely unspoken. I could walk again, mostly fine. Still sore, but manageable. I hadn’t told Min what happened that night. I hadn’t told anyone. We’d all settled back into our routines like nothing happened. I caught Theo looking at me once during breakfast. Ju

The room was dark except for the faint glow of the moonlight seeping through the open window. The queen bed felt smaller than it should have, especially with Matteo sprawled behind me. His shoulder pressed lightly against mine. I tried to relax, but the small contact made my pulse climb. My mind refused to turn off, every thought circling back to him, to the warmth of his body, the soft rise of his chest under the blanket, the casual confidence he radiated even while lying in the dark. I co

Three left. I was still dripping from the last two loads. Brett’s cum cooling inside my throat, Lucas’s load sliding down a little slower, warm and slick. Maybe a drip or two caught behind my lip, or at the corner of my tongue, but most of it went straight down. I had swallowed it all like they told me to. Like I was trained to. Lucas leaned back on the couch, grinning like he was half-drunk. “Now time to earn their cum, pledge,” he said, laughing. “Straight from the source.” They

We walked fast, almost jogging through the shadows of the estate grounds, the night air cool against our wet skin. My soaked underwear clung to me, heavy and cold, but I didn’t care, I was too wired from what we’d just done in the pool. Calvin had managed to grab one towel, the oversized hotel-white kind, but I hadn’t thought to bring one at all. So I clung to him, both of us wrapped inside the same damp cotton, wet bodies pressed close as we moved quickly down the path. His arm around me pulled