Jump to content

StoriesByTroy

Author
 View Profile  See their activity

  • Posts

    193

  • Joined

  • Last visited

 Content Type 

Everything posted by StoriesByTroy

  1. StoriesByTroy
    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
  2. StoriesByTroy
    No more teasing, you are getting the ACTION!.. Jake's gone for real this time.
  3. StoriesByTroy
    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
  4. StoriesByTroy
    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
  5. StoriesByTroy
    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..
  6. StoriesByTroy
    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
  7. StoriesByTroy
    Hahaaha. He;s trying to hide his boner with the pillow
  8. StoriesByTroy
    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
  9. StoriesByTroy
    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.
  10. StoriesByTroy
    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
  11. StoriesByTroy
    Wes Carter bullied me in college, but I still can’t stop thinking about his body. Now we’re alone, and I can’t tell if he wants to fight me… or fuck me.
  12. StoriesByTroy
    ❤️
  13. StoriesByTroy
    You lads are partially right I am glad you are catching on. Can't wait to tease you folks. Trust me.. the waiting only makes the actual fuck better hahaha
  14. StoriesByTroy
    Dylan didn’t say a word. He just spread his legs wide open and grabbed my body and pulled me towards him, dragging me forward towards his crotch like I was his to place wherever he wanted ..... because I was. My knees slid across the carpet, right up between his thighs, face now inches from his throbbing beautiful cock. He didn’t need to shove me or bark an order. The way he looked at me was enough. That cocky smirk, chin tilted slightly like he knew .... like he always knew what I was abou
  15. StoriesByTroy
    Thank you mate ❤️
  16. StoriesByTroy
    “You taste incredible, Mr. Maddox.” His laugh came out rough, low, a little broken around the edges. “You are a pro at this, Troy. This wasn't in your resume!” But his hands were already on my hips again....firm, hungry...and the look in his eyes was nothing short of ravenous. And the night wasn’t over. Blake leaned forward, the mattress dipping under his weight, and kissed me again—slow, deep, like he couldn’t get enough. His fingers moved to my jaw, then down to my collarbo
  17. StoriesByTroy
    Thanks ❤️ Thanks ❤️
  18. StoriesByTroy
    Blake’s chest rose, then fell. And then he let out the quietest, lowest, most devastating sound..“Fuck, Troy…” His hand cupped the side of my face as I knelt between his thighs. My fingers were still curled around the waistband of his black trunks, and I could feel him twitch beneath the fabric...thick and already hot with need. “Are you sure?” he asked again, voice rough but so gentle. “We don’t have to rush.” I looked up at him, lips parted, breath already shallow. “I want
  19. StoriesByTroy
    Both of them are a big tease
  20. StoriesByTroy
    I stayed there on my knees, pulse pounding in my ears, eyes locked on Dylan’s. His grip on my hair was firm, commanding, but not painful; more like a leash he knew I wasn’t going to try breaking. His stare bore into me, daring me, testing me. “Look at you,” he said softly, almost amused. “Didn’t take much, did it?” I could feel my face flush, but I didn’t back down. “You act like I didn’t make you beg last night,” I said, my voice rough with pride and something hungrier underneath.
  21. StoriesByTroy
    it's going to be worth it i promise
  22. StoriesByTroy
    heheeh
  23. StoriesByTroy
    Blake’s apartment was wrapped in a kind of hush that didn’t feel like silence. It felt like anticipation. Warm, low lighting spilled across rich wooden floors, casting soft golden shadows that flickered and shifted with every movement we made. And there, on the couch, he sat beside me. Close. His thigh against mine. That cologne...spiced bourbon and something darker...drifted between us. God, it wrapped around me like hands. I was no longer thinking about the drink in my hand
  24. StoriesByTroy
    "Hey, cutie," Dylan said, stepping aside to let me in. "Jake's not here, huh?" "Nah, he's on a date with some girl," I replied with a laugh. "He might or might not come back tonight, depending on how his night goes." I chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the air. I stepped inside, only a bit of the lemonade left in my hand, my fingers wrapped loosely around the cup. Without missing a beat, Dylan reached over and grabbed the drink from my hand. “What are you drinking?” he asked
  25. StoriesByTroy
    By the time I got home, it was nearly five-thirty. The second the door shut behind me, I broke into the kind of grin that only happens after something good - really good - goes down. Not just a smile. A full-body grin. The kind that takes over your face and makes you feel a little high. I giggled. Like, actually giggled. Because I’d been holding it in all afternoon, trying to focus, trying not to drift off into full-blown blushy daydream territory. But now? Shoes off, alone in my apart
×
×
  • Create New...