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  1. StoriesByTroy
    Elliot walked me home the next morning. The city was just waking up, sunlight spilling lazy and golden through the trees, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. His curls were damp from a quick rinse, his voice still husky from sleep. I was wearing his hoodie, he’d pulled it over my head before we left, said I looked better in it than he ever had. We didn’t talk much. Just soft glances and light touches, his hand hovering at my lower back, the brush of his knuckles when our arms swung to
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    Wes knelt behind me, breath shallow, tongue dragging one slow, reverent lick between my cheeks like he was afraid it might be his last. I twitched beneath it. Luca smirked, seated beside us on the bed now, stroking himself slow and idle like he was watching his favorite show. Wes’s hands shook slightly as he slid them along my hips, grounding himself. His cock was flushed red and slick, curved up toward his stomach. And the look on his face—God. Desperate didn’t cover it. This was
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    So, here's where we are: I moved into my apartment almost two years ago, and everything was normal until today. I spotted my new neighbor across the alley, right out of a magazine. Hot as hell. I watched him unpack, slowly peel off his sweats, and then, yeah, he gave me a full view of himself. He knew I was watching. And just when I thought I’d lost him, he came back from the shower, and we made eye contact. He laughed, like he knew what had just happened. Then he smirked. A small, knowing
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    The next day felt different. Paris was overcast. Soft light spilled across the Seine. I hadn’t replied to Dylan’s texts. Not the 11 pings from the gym. Not the “fuck, Spaghetti Noodle. i’m hard thinking about your throat.” Not the picture of his cock bulging in compression pants. I let them sit there, unopened. Because tonight, I was walking to Elliot’s studio, the hot french guy I met a few days ago. His message from earlier echoed in my head: Elliot: “Come by at 7. I’l
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    Luca crooked a finger at Wes. “Come closer,” he said, his voice low, smooth as sin. “Right to the edge.” Wes didn’t move at first. His breath was shallow. Bare chest rising and falling, briefs tented in a way that made it obvious how badly he wanted this—how hard he’d been the whole time. His eyes flicked from me, still bent over on all fours, back to Luca, who hadn’t even broken a sweat. Then Wes stepped forward. “Good,” Luca murmured, eyes heavy-lidded. “Now… just one lick.
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    I was painting in my room when I saw a hot guy directly across from my window. Literally across. Like, if I leaned forward, we’d probably breathe the same air. He was just moving in boxes, duffel bags, a fan that kept tipping over. I figured he was new to the building. I watched him unpack for a while, not really thinking much of it. Until he leaned back on the bed, peeled off his sweats, and let them fall to the floor. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he stood up… and re
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    “Oh my god. Dylan?” My voice cracked. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He was standing in front of the building like he hadn’t just dropped out of my spank bank and landed in Paris. Tight blue compression tee. Black mesh shorts. Veins like warnings. “Missed me?” he grinned. “Told you I’d book a flight.” My jaw twitched. “Wait....seriously?” “Trainer gig,” he said, like it was no big deal. “Some influencer brand I’ve been working with. One of the clients is in Paris fo
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    “Oh,” Luca said, tilting his head, his voice smooth like a poured drink. “So this is the guy you were telling me about?” Wes stood in the doorway, lips parted, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. His eyes flicked from Luca’s body to mine and back again. Caught somewhere between stunned and turned on. I stepped closer to Wes, keeping my tone light. “Wes, this is Luca. We’ve been hooking up whenever I’m in the city.” I glanced back at Luca. “He’s… talented.” Luca smi
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    A voyeuristic series set in NYC. Leo can’t stop watching the hot neighbor across the window and one night, the neighbor finally looks back.
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    I’ve lived in this apartment for just under two years. First floor, tiny-ass bedroom that doubles as my art studio. The rent’s criminal, the walls are thin, and my window? It looks directly and I mean directly into the building across the alley. Just glass facing glass. A few feet of air between us. If I leaned out far enough, I could probably knock on my neighbor’s window with the end of a paintbrush. But it’s New York. You get used to the lack of privacy. Most people keep their blinds dra
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    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
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    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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