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I closed the door to my room and let the silence settle. I stripped off my jeans, stretched my sore back, and sank onto the edge of the bed in just boxers and a worn old T-shirt. The kind of comfort you only find when you’ve lived somewhere long enough to stop caring who might see you.
It had been a long day. I’d planned to sit with a drink, maybe flip through a book, ride out the quiet like I always did.
But now I was kind of wired...
2025-07-11 19:30:01 +0000 UTC
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Re-releasing so its available to free members as well.
I noticed him the second I stepped on the bus.
Late night. Route 73. Middle of nowhere. The kind of bus ride where no one makes eye contact, and the driver doesn’t bother mumbling the stops. Just asphalt and dim lights humming through tinted glass.
He was curled up in the window seat halfway down, already out cold. Blonde, lean, probably barely scraping twen...
2025-07-10 20:00:06 +0000 UTC
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So we dipped off to the side, out of the main festival crowd, through a gap in the fencing and into this messy little area behind some bushes. It wasn’t private-private, but hidden enough that it felt like we could get away with something. Trash on the ground, a few crushed cans, bits of old caution tape still stuck to a pole, and the faint sound of the bass thumping in the background. The sun had started slipping behind some clouds again, the li...
2025-07-09 20:00:08 +0000 UTC
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Hey everyone,
I hope you're all doing well and having a good summer, whether you're on vacation, already had one, or just keeping the wheels spinning through the season.
Anyway, I had an amazing time at a big music festival this weekend. And as some of you might have picked up on, I do have a thing for straight guys. Let me be honest: while they can and do flip for the evening sometimes, it’s not usually as easy as it is in one of my stories. But there's just something...
2025-07-08 20:00:06 +0000 UTC
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The morning light cut through the blinds like it was out for blood.
I groaned and rolled over, hard as fuck.
“Seriously?” Ashlee said without looking up from her phone. “Again?”
“What, I can’t help it?”
She glanced down. “That. It’s kinda nasty, babe. Go take care of it in the bathroom or something. Don’t do it next to me like a sex maniac, I still have a headache.”
I sighed and climbed out of bed...
2025-07-06 16:00:10 +0000 UTC
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The sunlight leaked in rudely through the slats of Lex’s blinds, catching on the mess we’d made: a rumpled bed, a glittering trail of clothing, and his desk—which I was fairly certain still had fingerprints on it. Possibly mine. Possibly in noodle grease.
Lex was still asleep, mouth parted, curls a little chaotic, arm heavy across my waist. He smelled like salt and cotton and whatever aftershave he’d overused the night before. And hea...
2025-07-05 15:00:09 +0000 UTC
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-------------Sebastian’s POV------------
Brady left quite literally hanging from Asher’s neck, giggling like someone who’d huffed tequila fumes for sport. Asher—stoic, ever the gentleman—nodded goodbye as though he weren’t currently acting as life support for a flailing American frat-boy with no sense of personal volume.
I closed the door behind them with a faint click and a sigh I didn’t quite re...
2025-07-04 20:00:07 +0000 UTC
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-------------Asher’s POV------------
“Gentlemen,” Brady declared, sprawled like a Roman dissident across the IKEA rug. “I’m going to do something morally questionable if we don’t cause chaos within the hour.”
Dan didn’t look up from his phone. “Is this going to be like the time you shaved your chest to impress a Canadian?”
“That was an exchange student. And she said I had noble pecs.”
2025-07-03 20:00:06 +0000 UTC
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The glass was warm against my ass cheeks, sun-soaked from the afternoon heat. Below us, the ocean glittered in every shade of blue. The breeze rustled palm leaves. Somewhere on the resort’s private beach, guests laughed over drinks, too far away to notice what was happening twelve floors up.
Or maybe not.
Chase had me pinned to the floor-to-ceiling balcony window, arms hooked under my knees, holding me off the ground like I weighed no...
2025-07-02 20:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The morning light sliced through the hotel curtains like a knife, stabbing right into my skull. My mouth tasted like stale vodka and regret, and my body felt like it’d been through a hockey scrimmage with no pads. I rolled over, squinting, and found Chris sprawled beside me, one arm flung over his eyes, his bare chest rising slow and steady. Even hungover, he looked stupidly good—his tanned skin glowing faintly in the d...
2025-07-01 20:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The airport buzzed at 2 a.m., a ghost town of flickering lights and dragging feet, the air thick with stale coffee and exhaustion. Ford slouched by the x-ray machine, his uniform clinging like a second skin, the ache of Isaac’s wild ride still lingering in his thighs. That kid had turned his world upside down, left him panting on a table with cum streaking his chest, and now Ford craved the next challenge. Larren was a memory, Isaac a hurricane...
2025-06-29 16:00:11 +0000 UTC
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Hey everyone!
This one picks up after Redefining Dallas, so make sure you've read that one first. I hope you enjoy the first part!
Since many of you liked The Team’s Slut , I’ve decided to write one more part from Aruba—but I probably won’t have time to get to it until next week. Hope you all have a great week! :)
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2025-06-28 15:00:09 +0000 UTC
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By the time we left the side room, the atmosphere in the chapel had shifted.
Someone had spoken to the officiant. The guests were chatting among themselves, checking their phones. And then the bride’s father arrived — alone.
He pulled Chase aside, speaking to him in hushed tones near the altar. I kept my distance, but I watched. I saw the slow nods, the clenched jaw, the way Chase’s hand briefly gripped the edge of the pulpit—as...
2025-06-27 20:00:07 +0000 UTC
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I woke up hard.
Hungover and aching, throat dry, head thick. The room was warm, heavy with the scent of sweat and last night’s sex. Beside me, Chase stirred. His bare back rose and fell with slow, shallow breaths, and the sheet had slipped down to his waist, just low enough to tease the curve of his perky and well-rounded ass.
My cock throbbed. Of course it did. After everything.
But when I shifted toward him, nudged gently agai...
2025-06-26 20:00:08 +0000 UTC
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The room was quiet now. The others had gone out — to bars, to pass out.
I was still sticky. Cleaned up as best I could. Fresh boxers. Hoodie on. Face flushed with something that wouldn’t leave.
Chase hadn’t said much since. Until now.
He knocked once on the door to the hotel bedroom. Opened it.
I looked up and as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.
“You okay?” he asked, voice quieter than I expected...
2025-06-25 20:00:08 +0000 UTC
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My jaw ached.
My lips were swollen, slick with spit and cum. My face was flushed, chest streaked in white, waistband sagging under the weight of tips and humiliation.
And they still weren’t done.
Three guys stood around me now — stroking. Grinning. Hard.
Milo had just finished in my mouth. Chase had shot on my chest. And I was still rock hard, leaking through my boxers, gasping, dizzy from it all.
Someone sna...
2025-06-24 20:17:03 +0000 UTC
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The room still pulsed heavily with noise. Music. Breath. Laughter.
And me — shirtless, hard, grinding in my best friend’s lap while a ring of men watched, touched, and stuffed money into my waistband like I was tonight’s main event.
Because I was.
My skin was flushed. My cock throbbed in my boxers. I’d long since stopped pretending this wasn’t getting to me.
Then Chase — the groom and my best fr...
2025-06-22 16:00:16 +0000 UTC
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Hey everyone! Hope you’re all having a great weekend. I know Roomies in Arms is a slow burn, so I like to mix things up with some hornier stories now and then. This time, we’re catching up with Darren—seven years after his steamy submission in the locker room showers. He’s tried to clean up his slutty act, and now his best friend is Chase, who’s about to get married. But when Darren forgets to book a stripper for the bachelor party… well, he has to improvise.
2025-06-21 15:00:14 +0000 UTC
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The living room was now a war zone of social pretense.
Noel had claimed the armchair like a visiting monarch, sipping the tea I’d made. His gaze moved across the room with the quiet calculation of a man trying to decide which of us was a felon, a deviant, or both.
Nick sat on the couch, posture impeccable, doing his best “dutiful son” impression while Lex perched beside him like a malfunctioning robot freshly programmed for charm-...
2025-06-20 20:00:10 +0000 UTC
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The airport was a gray blur at 5 a.m, a fluorescent hum of half-dead travelers dragging suitcases like zombies. Ford leaned against the x-ray machine, his uniform chafing his thighs, the same old itch crawling under his skin. Larren was long gone, off to some Ivy League dream, leaving Ford stuck in this soul-sucking job, barking orders at nervous kids and tired moms. His jaw tightened, the boredom a knife twisting deeper. He needed something—some...
2025-06-19 20:00:06 +0000 UTC
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-------------Sebastian’s POV------------
The morning had started with promise: early light, fresh tea, and the noble satisfaction of vacuuming dust bunnies into oblivion. I'd taken it upon myself to deep-clean the couch, flipping cushions and Febreezing like my life depended on it. And with the way this flat smelled most mornings, perhaps it did.
Somewhere in the background, soft moans filtered through the hallway. Th...
2025-06-18 20:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The club was a living beast, its heartbeat thumping through the floor, a relentless bassline that shook my ribs. Neon slashed the darkness—pink slicing across writhing bodies, blue dripping down bare shoulders, gold catching sweat-slick skin. The air was heavy, a mix of musk, liquor, and raw want, like everyone here was chasing something they couldn’t name. London’s gay scene was a far cry from stolen moments in hotel...
2025-06-17 20:00:08 +0000 UTC
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-------------Jax’s POV------------
Nick’s head rested in the crook of my arm, light wavy curls brushing my shoulder, his fingertips lazily tracing the lines of my stomach like he was sketching some secret map. The morning light slipping through the blinds.
Somewhere beyond the door, Sebastian was cleaning again. We could hear the occasional clink of mugs and what might’ve been a dramatic sigh. The sound of mora...
2025-06-15 16:00:16 +0000 UTC
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The kitchen was unreasonably clean. I'd scrubbed it top to bottom before sunrise, which is either admirable or unhinged, depending on your relationship with control issues. I was spreading Marmite on a slice of toast—thinly, properly, not like some monster—while Nick nursed a hangover at the table and Jax mumbled something about needing “real food, like chips or something.”
Lex sat slouched on the counter, hood up, scrolling his phone...
2025-06-14 15:00:11 +0000 UTC
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When Chase tossed the cheerleading gear onto Darren’s bed, Darren just stared.
“You’re kidding,” Darren said, holding up the tiny skirt between two fingers. The fabric was bright blue and white, the Oakridge colors, and it looked even shorter in his hands than it had on his girlfriend.
Chase smirked from where he was leaning against the doorframe. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
Darren glanced at the top, a snug, cropp...
2025-06-13 20:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The room erupted into laughter and cheers. Darren blinked up at the crowd of his teammates grinning, shirtless, leaning against lockers, towels discarded, fuck sticks already in hand. His head spun, unsure if he was terrified or exhilarated.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Milo teased, stepping forward. “You didn’t think we were gonna let Chase have all the fun, did you?”
Chase, still catching his breath, gave Darren a knowing sm...
2025-06-12 19:45:01 +0000 UTC
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The flat smelled like vodka, vape juice, and ambition.
Nick and Jax were hosting again—which meant I was cleaning again. The living room had been transformed into a cheap student version of Studio 54, complete with LED strips, a questionable playlist, and an even more questionable bowl of “punch” that looked like it could legally dissolve a coin.
Lex, naturally, had opted to stay in his room, headset on, fingers flying over his ke...
2025-06-11 20:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The dorm was mercifully quiet for once.
I closed the door behind me with a relieved sigh, leaning into the silence like someone who'd narrowly escaped death by emotionally charged conversation. The talk with Asher still throbbed in my chest—a low, complicated ache I didn’t have the energy to unpack just yet. For now, I just needed a moment of order. Of routine. Of very British, very beige coping.
I placed my scarf neatly on the hook...
2025-06-10 20:00:06 +0000 UTC
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Link to Part 1 on my private reddit group.
I’ll need to grant you access to the group so you can read it there (If you are not already a member.) Just drop your Reddit username in the comments or send it to me via DM ...
2025-06-10 19:59:01 +0000 UTC
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The atmosphere in the locker room had changed after Darren’s first submission. What began as a stunt had turned into something more, a ritual, a tradition. The guys joked about it constantly, teasing Darren with every practice, every pass, every goal.
Darren was starting to realize that this school was... different. The football team apparently had a designated team slut, someone expected to serve the other guys and that someone was now him...
2025-06-08 16:00:11 +0000 UTC
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