StoriesByTroy

Part 5: The Tension Before the Fall

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.



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 min...

Laundry Room Heat

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.

There was a laundry room on the basement level of our dorm. Flickering lights, dented machines, damp heat that stuck to your skin like sweat. It stank of bleach and mildew and detergent that wasn’t doing its job.

Nobody ever came down late—except me.

I liked the quiet. Th...

Part 4 – “Troy's Revenge” - [ Extended Version ]

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.


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....

Part 3: Dylan Wasn’t Asleep Either

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.

“I saw you,” Dylan whispered.

My body tensed.

Saw me?

“In my room earlier. When I was flexing.”

My breath caught. I didn’t answer.

“You were staring,” he added. “You think I didn’t notice?”

“No, man… I—” I tried to deny it, but it came ...

Part 2: Dylan Was Right Behind Me

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.

I froze in the doorway.

His voice stopped me cold, low and rough behind me like a half-caught thought.

“Yo, Troy. Were you…”

Every molecule in my body held its breath.

Was I what? Looking? Staring? Getting hard at the sight of his flexed back in the mirror while he ...

Part 1: I Shouldn’t Be Looking at Dylan Like That

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.

I’ve never been great at looking people in the eye when I like them.

It’s stupid, I know. But when I feel too much, my body does this thing where it’s like—nope, you’re good, let’s just admire from the side and pretend none of this is happening. So if you’re wondering how this al...