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  1. 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.
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    ❤️
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    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
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    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
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    Thank you mate ❤️
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    “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
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    Thanks ❤️ Thanks ❤️
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    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
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    Both of them are a big tease
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    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.
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    it's going to be worth it i promise
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    heheeh
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    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
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    "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
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    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
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    You'll find out soon enough
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    It's always going to be "Maybe, maybe not". Enjoy ❤️
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    The morning light streaming through the window woke me up, the soft glow warming my skin. My body was aching in all the right ways, but it wasn’t just the lazy soreness of a good night’s sleep. It was the lingering effects of last night with Dylan. I woke up with a raging hard-on, my mind still hazy from the events that had unfolded in the hours before. The warmth of the blankets felt a little too much, like I couldn’t escape the memories of Dylan’s touch, his breath on my neck, his hands o
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    Worth the wait.
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    It's going to really intense
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    I like to keep my chapters under 1200 words for my readers to be able to get a quick read. I'll slowly be posting everything
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    I went back to my apartment that night, heart still thudding from the kiss. Blake’s lips. The way he’d said “fuck it” and just—gone for it. Bold, sudden, like he couldn’t stop himself anymore. But even as I lay in bed, replaying every second of it, I could still feel the hesitation underneath. That quiet restraint he hadn’t quite shaken. Like he wanted it, wanted me, but something in him was still holding back. Even the next morning, at my best friend’s gender reveal party—surrounded b
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    Thank you! Both of them are equally into it lol. The tease is going to get much more hotter.
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    The tease is going to get even more intense
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    Dylan had just spanked me - light, playful, but firm enough to leave a ghost of a sting and then rolled over like nothing happened. Like I wasn’t lying there, painfully hard, my skin flushed, my pulse a live wire under the surface. His last words still echoed: “I’ll take good care of you.” Now he was sprawled on his back, abs rising and falling slow beneath his tank top, arms folded behind his head like he was goddamn Hercules taking a nap. His lips were curved, faint but smug. Like he knew
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