StoriesByTroy

The music shifted as Matteo's arm settled around my shoulders, pulling me closer into the circle of dancers. Jessica had changed the playlist, and now something slow and romantic filled the room, a classic Italian ballad with strings that wrapped around every note. Couples around us swayed closer, hands finding waists, heads tilting together. Jessica stood near the speakers, glass of red wine in hand, watching with that same sharp smile she had worn all night. Matteo turned me gently until

Sunday night found me on the couch again, legs stretched out, phone resting on my stomach while some half-forgotten series played in the background. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the occasional car passing outside. I had been scrolling aimlessly, trying not to think about the fact that Matteo and I had barely spoken more than office small talk in days, when the screen lit up with a new message. Jessica. Hey Adrian! Quick question, my birthday party is Saturda

I woke up to the sound of rain against the windows. The room was dim and warm, the air carrying that soft smell of sleep and skin. For a moment, I didn’t move, just let myself feel the weight of the blankets and the quiet. We’d slept curled up together the whole night, tangled in warmth, not once breaking apart. The rain had been falling since before dawn, its steady hum wrapping the room in quiet. Theo was still beside me, on his stomach, one arm flung over my waist like he’d fallen a

Adrian’s Pov The days after the beach house blurred into each other like a bad dream I could not quite wake from. Monday hit hard, the office buzzing with the usual chaos of emails and meetings, but everything felt off. I kept glancing toward Matteo's desk across the open floor, half expecting him to wave me over for our usual coffee run. He was there, head down over his screen, curls still a little wild from the weekend wind. But when our eyes met once, he just smiled quick and polite, then loo

The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the lazy, golden kind that poured through the open window, but the specific heat of another man’s body inches from mine. Matteo was still asleep, turned slightly toward me on the bed, one arm flung above his head, the other resting loosely across his abs. Morning light slid over him in soft waves, catching on the faint sheen of dried sweat along his collarbone and the barely visible streaks lower down where he had not quite cleaned everything away last nigh

We didn’t talk much in the car ride back. I kept catching glimpses of Theo’s thigh beside mine, his hand resting casually on his lap, his pinkie just barely brushing mine. I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose but I didn’t pull away. By the time we stepped into the apartment, the silence between us had thickened into something warm and fizzy. It wasn’t awkward or extremely charged, it felt familiar and new all at once. Theo closed the door behind us, turning the lock slowly. He looked at

We pulled into the diner lot just past nine. Neon letters buzzed faintly above the glass-paneled windows, casting a warm red glow onto the empty pavement. It had that unmistakable Riverdale vibe; retro chrome edges, striped booths, and a kind of quiet charm that felt frozen in time. For some reason, it felt exactly right. Theo parked, turned the keys, and looked over at me with that little smile that was becoming dangerously addictive. “You ready for the best milkshakes you’ll ever have?”

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