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  1. StoriesByTroy
    It’s supposed to be the happiest week of Nathan Monroe’s life - a luxury wedding at a countryside estate, surrounded by friends, family, and enough champagne to keep everyone glowing until vows are exchanged. But for Mason, the groom’s younger brother, it’s something else entirely. He’s back in town, trying to behave. Trying not to look too long at Calvin Hale - Nathan’s best friend since ages and now the best man. Mason spent years pretending he didn’t have a thing for him. Spent most
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    I arrived three days before the wedding, freshly stretched from a yoga retreat that had left me calm, tan, and exactly zero percent prepared to be back here. The estate was huge; the kind of countryside property with winding gravel roads, white stone archways, and someone’s Pinterest mood board brought to life with strings of lights and overpriced flower arrangements. My brother’s fiancée was going all in. And knowing Nathan, he was probably helping her fold napkins into swans. I wasn’
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    A forbidden, slow-burn wedding saga about a mouthy younger brother and the man he was never supposed to want.
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    There he was. Jace. Lying behind me in my bed like he belonged there. Like this was his room, not mine. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. His body pressed up against mine, firm and solid, like every inch of him was built to make me feel smaller. “Finish what you started, pledge,” he muttered. I nodded. I was excited to have him in my bed. Then I felt it - his hand at my hip. The shift of his legs behind me. He adjusted his body, grinding forward until the thick
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    Adam meant it when he said “Dude,,You have to like… blow me every single day after work.” I’m not even sure how it became routine. Monday to Friday, I gave Adam the kind of stress relief most guys only dream about. He’d get home from work around six-thirty. Still in his dress socks, tie loose, chest rising under that tight undershirt as he stood in front of the window, always in his trunks, like it was our unspoken signal. The first day, he texted: “I’m at the window.”
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    Elliot's lips tasted like wine and sugar. His breath was warm against mine. I could feel the curve of his smile even while we kissed, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Like he’d been thinking about this too. When we pulled apart, he stayed close. Forehead almost against mine. “Mon cœur,” he whispered, the words like silk. I closed my eyes, breathing him in. Drowning a little. Wanting more. He brushed a hand over my cheek and stood. Slowly, he reached for my hand,
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    Mornings in the flat had become their own little ritual. Min was already a creature of routine; he liked his fruit sliced a certain way, liked the blinds open exactly halfway, liked blasting soft K-pop on the speaker while he moved around the kitchen like it was a dance floor. Yuki showed up most days unannounced, barefoot in someone else's hoodie, carrying iced coffee and stories from her dorm that made Min roll his eyes and me laugh half-asleep. And me? I floated. Still figuring out how t
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    The sun was too bright for how nervous I felt. I stood outside the cafe Elliot had picked, trying to act normal. My reflection in the glass door didn’t help, hair a bit too styled, shirt too carefully wrinkled, like I was trying to look like I didn’t care. I did. Obviously. I had spent the whole morning telling myself this was nothing. Just lunch. Just two guys having food. People did it all the time. And then he stepped out from inside. White shirt. Open collar. Sunglasses pushed
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    Jace didn’t move. He just watched me, cool and cocky, like this was exactly how he expected tonight to go. "Sit on my lap, pledge", Jace said. I nodded. I hesitated a beat longer. Then I lowered myself onto his lap. Practically climbed on to it. His thighs were thick. Hard. His arm shifted behind my back, not quite touching me, but there...like a warning. His breath was warm at my neck. My ass rested on his jeans. I could feel my heart pounding through the fabric of the thong.
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    Chris didn’t wait for a response. He grabbed my waist, pulled me up off my knees, and nudged me forward onto the bed like he was flipping me into position. My knees hit the mattress, chest still low, Adam adjusted himself on the bed and his cock was still throbbing in front of my face. I barely had time to breathe before Chris spread my thighs wider from behind. “Right there,” Chris said, voice low. “Don’t move.” And then...his mouth. Wet and hot and hungry. I flinched when I
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    T is literally fresh out of high school, so emotional maturity isn’t really there yet. He’s coming out of a breakup, and when he sees someone he’s attracted to for the first time, he latches onto it as a way to cope. It might not be the smartest decision, but it feels true to where he is in life.
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    Well I have written 12 chapters of this story so far. And let's just say things are going to take a drastic turn for the better.
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    Thank you so much Andy! ❤️
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    Min is 100% straight and has a girlfriend. Theo might pleasantly surprise you.
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    I thought a new country would fix me. That was the plan. New city. New flat. New version of me who didn’t lie awake every night thinking about a boy who broke my heart without even calling it a breakup. But somehow, even in the middle of England, with clouds smothering the sky and red-bricked buildings that all look the same, I’m still thinking about Luke. The plane landed in a light drizzle. The kind that wasn’t quite rain, just mist that clung to your skin like breath. The custo
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    Might happen soon
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    Becca, my sister found me doing Zumba in the living room. Again. “Why are you always halfway sweating when I walk in here?” she called from the kitchen, digging a spoon into a jar of peanut butter. I was in a tshirt, dripping in sweat, black gym shorts dangerously low, trying to keep up with this overexcited Australian woman on YouTube screaming about hip rolls and pelvic engagement. Yeah, I gotta sculpt my butt if I want two hot men drooling over it. “I live here too,” I panted,
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    I barely slept. By the time my alarm buzzed, I had been lying in bed for hours, eyes fixed on the ceiling, sheets tangled around my legs. My suitcase sat zipped in the corner. Passport tucked in the front pocket. Hoodie packed at the bottom where I could not see it but still felt it somehow. My flight was at night. One more day. Cal texted me first. You awake? I walked over without replying. He lived two streets over. It was early morning , the sky a pale gray, the
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    100% Agree with you. You'll get to see a lot of new characters soon. One of them being the love interest of course
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    I sit there on the porch, journal in my lap, staring at the words like they might rearrange themselves into something easier. I can’t tell if I’m writing to remember him or to forget him. My phone buzzes again. This time, I don’t ignore it. I glance. It’s Cal, my best friend. Pack, bitch. London waits for no one. I smile. Barely. Then shove the journal into my backpack, push open the front door, and head back inside. My room’s a mess. Suitcase open, nothing inside.
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    I applied to Alpha Zeta Rho during Rush Week as a joke. I mean, seriously. An all-jock frat? Me? A twink like me? That’s hilarious. I used to love fucking with hot straight jocks in high school. Flirting too much. Lingering a little longer in locker rooms just to watch them get uncomfortable. Sometimes they’d get angry. Sometimes they’d get curious. I liked both. So the idea of pledging their sacred little frat felt like the ultimate dare. I filled out the application online,
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    Alpha Zeta Rho .... the cockiest, all-jock frat on campus. Known for keg stands, locker room brawls, and one secret tradition: Every year, they pick one pledge to turn into their house toy. Troy (Aka. ME) Age: 19. Slim. Pale. Big eyes. Soft lips. The only freshman in the house who doesn’t look like a linebacker. Always in too-short shorts and tight tees. Always watching. They say I got in “by mistake.” I'm starting to realize… it was on purpose. I'm not the first. But I'm this year’s to
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    Alpha Zeta Rho .... the cockiest, all-jock frat on campus. Known for keg stands, locker room brawls, and one secret tradition: Every year, they pick one pledge to turn into their house toy.
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    Earlier today, Becca almost caught us red-handed. Dylan’s cock was seconds from sliding into me when she knocked on the door, forcing me to yank up my shorts and pretend nothing was happening. But now, minutes later, I was back in his apartment, bent over his bed, my hole still wet from his mouth, and my entire body trembling with how badly I needed him. “Please Dylan,” I whispered, still on my knees. “Please fuck me.” Dylan didn’t say anything at first. Just stared down at me from beh
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    That was exactly my goal with this story; to create a non-erotic gay series that feels heartfelt, deeply relatable, and close to real life.
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