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  1. StoriesByTroy
    I didn’t come to Paris to get over Dylan. I came because my sister begged me. Said she was still settling in. Said she needed someone around. Someone familiar. And then she started working twelve-hour shifts. Gone before I wake up. Home after I’m asleep. So here I am. Alone in her new apartment, roaming a city I barely know, thinking about Dylan’s body and what he said the last time we texted: “Still thinking about your mouth, baby. That throat was made for me.” "Spaghet
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    The hotel bar was packed. Everyone dressed their best. Glamorous, but aging. Polished, but pretending. I let them all fade into background noise. Because when I walked in, tight royal blue shirt hugging my chest, sleeves rolled just enough to show a vein or two. I wasn’t looking for conversation. I was hunting. And he was already watching. Wes stood near the far end, tall and fuckable in that black button-down, tight across his chest, collar open like he wanted someone to gra
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    Dylan: spaghetti noodle....it’s been too fuckin long Dylan : almost a month, i miss that mouth, the way u go soft n messy when u gag a lil Troy: …dylan...i’m literally at a café in marseille rn, reading this with a croissant in my hand Dylan: keep the croissant but i’d rather be filling that mouth....god i miss feelin u on ur knees Troy: stop... u tryna make me choke on espresso?? Dylan: wouldn’t be the first time, remember when u were grindin on me in my lap, mouth f
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    This story is only written until the reunion night.. You've got total 12 parts. Things will get heated from here. Stay tuned!
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    Woke up with sore knees and a smug little grin. Got in the shower, hot water running down my neck, and checked my phone out of habit. Five texts from Wes. You ready for the reunion event? I can’t stop thinking about your mouth. You’re a fucking problem. I need to see you. I’m hard as fuck. Come over. I laughed. This the same guy who used to laught at me freshman psych? Now he’s texting me before 9 a.m. like a desperate little slut. Wes had texted again.
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    Dylan’s breath was still hot against my cheek, lips brushing the side of my face like he wasn’t done with me yet like he’d barely even started. “I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he murmured, voice dark and smooth, “you won’t be able to walk out of the gym tomorrow.” I was about to laugh, probably choke out some dumb reply like I don’t even lift, when we both froze. “Yo! Troy?” Jake’s voice. From upstairs. Dylan’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way.” My heart jumped ou
  7. StoriesByTroy
    Well. Noah still remembers how Wes bullied him. Wes has to earn his trust back. Maybe beg a little You are going to love how the story pivots from here.
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    You'll find out as the story unfolds
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    Thank you! I have already written the next 7 parts. You'll be getting them slowly
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    “Let me help you, Noah.” I froze for half a second, Wes’s cock heavy and twitching in my hand, my lips still slick from taking him in. Ryan leaned closer behind me, voice low and teasing, breath brushing my neck. For a second, I really thought he was going to join in, whip his cock out and push into my mouth too. But then.... His hand slid gently to the back of my head. Fingers threading into my hair. And he pushed. Not rough. Just steady. Guiding me down, easing We
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    The door clicked shut behind Ryan. None of us moved at first. The room had gone still... too still... like the air itself was holding its breath. Wes sat rigid on the bed, towel loose around his hips, muscles tight, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. His lips were parted, eyes flickering between me and the figure now standing behind me. I was still on my knees. Mouth wet. One hand resting on Wes’s thigh, just shy of the hard shape straining under terrycloth. My ow
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    Hahahahah! Sorry boys. Dylan has his eyes on Troy.. But do you think Troy's going to be "one man" kinda guy ;)? New character coming up in the story!
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    I think both of them got what they wanted. You have no clue the drama I have planned for Season 2.. (P.S: 5 parts are already released on my page.).. I am excited to continue this series on here. Hoping to receive the same love ❤️
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    I stumbled back, panting, dazed, trying to make sense of his words...his voice still rasping in my ears. “I said,” Dylan growled, stepping forward, his thick cock bobbing between his legs as he moved, “get your fucking clothes off.” I obeyed. I didn’t even think. My shirt came off in one motion, my jeans shoved down, boxers peeled after, clumsily kicking them aside. My hands were shaking, adrenaline and lust flooding me. I barely made it onto the couch before he was already climbing ov
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    The second the front door clicked shut behind Jake, my phone buzzed again. Dylan: Don’t care if Jake’s in the kitchen. Come downstairs. Now. I stared at the message, heart hammering. He didn’t know Jake had left. He didn’t know we were alone. And if I told him... I swallowed hard, thumbs already moving before I could second-guess it. Me: He’s gone. You’ve got me all to yourself. Three dots popped up. Then vanished. No reply. I stood frozen for a beat, then
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    Noah reunites with his college bully, Wes, who humiliated him years ago and now wants to talk. Wes tricks Noah into his hotel room, confesses he bullied him out of fear of wanting him, and the tension erupts into a desperate kiss. Afterward, Wes takes control, giving Noah a blow job, and things escalate when Noah ends up on his knees for Wes; only for Wes's best friend to walk in. Wes lay back slowly, towel still clinging low on his hips, legs spreading like he was getting comfortable, like
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    No more teasing, you are getting the ACTION!.. Jake's gone for real this time.
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    I woke up hard. The kind of hard that made it impossible to ignore. Morning wood pressed hot and heavy against the inside of my boxers, but it wasn’t just biology. It was memory. Dylan’s mouth. His voice. The way he looked at me last night like he was seconds from bending me over that damn couch. I blinked against the soft Sunday light filtering through the basement windows, my breath catching as everything from the night before replayed like a fever dream. Jake was passed out on
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    I stared down at him. Wes sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, towel barely clinging to his hips. His eyes dragged up my body like he wasn’t sure if I was about to slap him or climb into his lap. His fingers grazed my thigh... featherlight. Testing the waters. “You always this quiet when you're turned on?” he said, voice low, cracked at the edges. I didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. I stepped in close. Close enough to feel the heat rolling off his skin. My hand sli
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    I just want the readers to know this... Noah was bullied for a long time.. but he had the biggest crush on Wes.... it's not going to be that easy for Wes to gain Noah's trust.. Noah's going to really make Wes pay for it..
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    The click of the hotel door was louder than I expected. Sharp. Final. Like the sound sealed something in. Or trapped me. I stood there in the entryway. Not saying a word. Wes didn’t either. He just watched me. Towel still around his neck. Water still clinging to his chest. No shirt. No apology in his eyes. Just that look. The one that said he was thinking things he hadn’t said out loud in years. He leaned back against the wall, arms crossing over his chest. His bice
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    Hahaaha. He;s trying to hide his boner with the pillow
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    Dylan’s breath was still hot against my cheek, lips brushing the side of my face like he wasn’t done with me yet—like he’d barely even started. “I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he murmured, voice dark and smooth, “you won’t be able to walk out of the gym tomorrow.” I was about to laugh—probably choke out some dumb reply like I don’t even lift—when we both froze. “Yo! Troy?” Jake’s voice. From upstairs. Dylan’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way.” My heart jumped out
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    You are going to find yourselves at the edge of your seats with this one. This story is very mischievous and you are going to enjoy the twists and turns that this story brings.
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    I should’ve skipped the reunion. Would’ve been easier. Would’ve saved me the headache, the old wounds, the ugly memories that kept crawling back whenever I thought about him. Wes Carter. My bully. He didn’t just tease me like it was some harmless joke... he made it a public sport. Humiliating me wasn’t a side quest for him; it was the main event. Day after day, week after week, until the idea of showing up to campus felt like stepping onto a firing line. I still remember
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