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  1. StoriesByTroy
    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
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    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...
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    The room was dark. Quiet. The kind of stillness that made your thoughts echo louder. My ankle throbbed beneath the blanket. A dull ache that had settled in like it planned to stay. I shifted once, winced, and then gave up. The fan whirred gently above me. A shadow moved on the ceiling. I should have been asleep. But my body wouldn’t settle. All I could think about was what happened earlier. The way Theo’s fingers brushed mine when he handed me the water. The way he didn’t look bac
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    The sound of the waves mixed with the shouts from the volleyball court, but all of it felt distant to me. I was still staring at the screen on my phone. Matteo had posted a story. The picture was the one he took earlier when we were rubbing sunscreen on each other. The caption read, Boyfriend Beach Weekend, followed by a sun and a heart emoji. My stomach felt weightless in the most confusing way. I kept glancing from the photo to Matteo. He was on the far side of the court, laughing with hi
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    Yesterday, they made me drink from the Brew. Today, I was told I’d earn it straight from the source. “You’re not here to party, pledge,” Chase had said. “You’re here to serve.” I was on my knees in the center of the room, surrounded. Five guys, shirtless, sweating, towering. The same couch from yesterday loomed behind me, now occupied by Lucas and Brett, legs spread, cocks hard and glistening. Chase leaned against the wall, his jeans already open, abs flexing each time he stroked himse
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    Calvin’s lips were still on mine when his hand slid behind my waist and slipped under the water, moving slowly down inside my trunks until he grabbed my ass. He squeezed hard, his fingers spreading me apart before one of them found my hole. He circled it lazily, teasing me until I broke the kiss just to catch my breath. “I can feel your bulge grinding against mine,” he murmured, voice low, almost lost under the sound of the water. “Fuck, man, someone might catch us,” I whispered back.
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    I woke up groggy, my head heavy, mouth dry, and ankle; absolutely screaming. The pain had flared overnight, stiff and hot, throbbing with every small movement. I hissed under my breath and blinked toward the foot of the bed. My leg was propped up neatly on a pillow. Elevated. Positioned like someone actually knew what they were doing. I hadn’t done that. It must have been Theo. I stared at it for a moment, heart thudding, until I heard the knock. The door cracked open and Min poke
  17. StoriesByTroy
    Thanks boys <3
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    I pushed the door shut behind me and the latch clicked louder than it should have in the quiet apartment. The lights were off except for the faint glow from the street spilling across the floor. I leaned my back against the wall and let out a long breath that trembled more than I wanted it to. My chest felt too tight. My face felt too warm. I lifted my fingers to my lips without even thinking, then cursed under my breath when I realized what I was doing. I dropped my hand, tried to laugh at
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    I was still on my knees when Chase stepped forward, holding what looked like a medieval goblet. It was thick and gleaming, heavy in his grip. A deep silver chalice, darkened at the rim, like something pulled straight from a secret ceremony or a sex ritual. It landed with a thud on the hardwood floor in front of me. “This,” he said, voice calm, “is the Goblet of Brew.” There was a chuckle...low, approving, but no one really laughed. They all knew what was coming. I didn’t yet. Not fully
  20. StoriesByTroy
    Three months have passed since that unforgettable night in Paris. Troy stands at the window of his apartment, gazing out at the golden city lights stretching across the Seine. The view still takes his breath away every single time. He has started a part time job at a charming local patisserie, a place that perfectly suits his creative side. Between serving fresh pastries and coffee, he sketches on napkins and captures quiet moments of his daily life. On the side Troy has become more open wi
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    By the time the sun dipped behind the hills, the place had that pre–wedding hush. I wandered in late, half an excuse to grab dinner, half an excuse to scope the room. The ballroom was almost ready for tomorrow night’s rehearsal dinner, chairs lined up just so, flower arrangements already half–fluffed, a couple of staff giving it those last loving touches before locking up. I slipped out before anyone could rope me into helping, but not before my eyes found him. Calvin. He caught my glance a
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    By the time we reached the flat, the night was quiet again. The kind of quiet that made everything feel more intense, like the world was holding its breath just for us. Theo’s car door clicked shut and before I could even brace myself, he was around the front, opening mine. He didn’t speak. Just bent slightly, slipped his arms under my knees and shoulders again, and picked me up. I didn’t protest this time. I didn’t even look away. His grip was firm. Not rushed. Not awkward. Like
  23. StoriesByTroy
    Thank you Paul. Next episode will release on 5/19, yes.
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    “You stripped for us yesterday. But today? You strip because you’re one of us. Almost.” That was the only warning I got before I let Lucas pull my tank top off over my head and tossed it across the room. I obliged and nodded. The rest came off with it; my thong, already damp and stained, peeled down my thighs like it wanted to stay. I stood there, bare, flushed, hard. Every guy watching. Lucas stepped forward, holding a paddle. Not a frat-style joke paddle. This was wood. Real. Polishe
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    Thank you so much Mochi. Hoping to update on here as often as I can. Thank you <3 Only time will tell. I usually write happily ever afters… but you never really know what’s going on in my mind.
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