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Sabotaging No Nut November - Chapter 6

(All acts described are consensual)

He froze, those dark eyes boring into me – not with anger, but calculation. Then his smirk returned, colder this time. "Talking won't save ...

Sabotaging No Nut November - Chapter 5

The stale taste of Leo still lingered in the back of my throat, a phantom reminder of the bathroom floor and the green light burning on my watch. Three down. My new target was Ryan. The mountain. T...

My Roommate Reads My Stories - Part 4

I had started noticing details—little things about Harry that no one else would ever pay attention to. The exact way he ran his fingers through his hair in the morning, the faint ridge of his col...

Sabotaging No Nut November - Chapter 4

The stale, comforting scent of microwaved pizza and dust hit me as I nudged Tyler’s door open. No lock, typical Ty. Inside, it was a cave illuminated by the flickering blues and reds of his massi...

My Roommate Reads My Stories - Part 3

It started innocently enough—or so I told myself.

Harry’s comments weren’t just casual praise; they were directions, subtle guides, breadcrumbs into his desires. Every time he typed som...

Sabotaging No Nut November - Chapter 3

The play-fighting stopped. Instantly. We froze, chests heaving, water streaming over us. His eyes locked onto mine, wide, pupils blown dark with shock and something else. Something dangerous. The a...

My Roommate Reads My Stories - Part 2

I couldn’t breathe. My laptop sat open on the desk, the notification ping still echoing in my head. I had to check it. I clicked on the new subscriber list and scrolled.

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Sabotaging No Nut November - Chapter 2

The metallic tang of iron and stale sweat hit me the second I pushed open the gym doors. Perfect. My kind of hellhole. Mason was already there, predictably, under the harsh fluorescents, grunting l...

My Roommate Reads My Erotic Stories!

I’ve always loved words, the way they can bend reality and make something small feel monumental. Writing erotic stories under my pseudonym was my perfect outlet—anonymity gave me the freedom to...

Making My Friends Lose No Nut November

My dick’s got its own fucking schedule. Seriously. Like, before coffee, before I even remember my own damn name some mornings, my hand’s already migrating south, seeking that familiar heat. Itâ...

The Halloween Party - Finale

I hadn’t expected it. Not really. I was rummaging through Brody’s drawer — for laundry, or maybe just out of nervous habit — when my fingers brushed against the cold metal again. The mask. ...

The Halloween Party - Part 8

The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every little sound — a sigh, a shift of weight, the brush of fabric against skin — feel amplified. Brody was sitting on my bed, knees drawn up, h...

The Halloween Party - Part 7

I thought seeing a girl would fix it.

Her name was Jenna — blond, cute, a little flirty, and completely oblivious to the fact that my thoughts weren’t really on her. I told myself it was ...

The Halloween Party - Part 6

I didn’t sleep that night. Or maybe I slept in short, fitful bursts, waking every few minutes to the memory of Brody’s hands, Brody’s cock, the way he’d moaned my name. My chest ached, my c...

Halloween Party - Part 5

The bathroom was a world of its own — hot, cramped, the faint drip of the faucet keeping rhythm with the pounding of my heart. My hands gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white, chest heaving...

Halloween Party - Part 4

The music had shifted again when I stumbled back into the main room, my throat raw, my legs unsteady. I needed air, a drink, something to shake the weight of what had just happened. Instead, I near...

Halloween Party - Part 3

The door clicked shut behind us, the noise of the party muffled into a low thump through the walls. The only light came from the thin gap under the door, just enough to outline the stranger’s fra...

Halloween Party - Part 2

The hallway was darker than the main room, quieter too, just the muffled thump of bass bleeding through the walls. I hadn’t even caught up to him before the silver mask appeared right in front of...

The Halloween Party

I almost didn’t go out that night.

Ryan and Marcus wouldn’t shut up about this huge Halloween party all week, and by Friday I gave in. We threw together the lamest group costume ever — ...

The Broken Arm Favor - Finale

By the time I got to Troye’s room that night, the air felt electric. We’d already crossed every line, burned every excuse—but somehow the tension was thicker than ever. My cock was straining ...

The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 10

When the doctor sawed the cast off Troye’s arm, I thought I’d feel relief. Instead, I felt my stomach sink.

It was like the countdown clock had hit zero. No more excuse for why he needed ...

The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 9

I’d been dragging it out for almost an hour. My hand worked Troye’s cock in slow, merciless strokes, watching the way his chest heaved, his thighs tensed, his head rolled back into the pillow l...

Mirror Ritual - Finale

The morning after, I thought maybe I’d lost my mind.

I woke sticky, sore, my sheets crusted with sweat and cum. My ass ached, my throat was raw, and when I turned to the mirror, all I saw w...

The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 8

I don’t even open Pornhub anymore. It’s pathetic, but it’s true. The tabs are still there on my laptop, thumbnails frozen mid-moan, but I don’t click them. I don’t even jerk off when I’...

The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 7

That morning started like any other. I was half-asleep, making scrambled eggs at the stove, when the pan sizzled too hot and I slipped. The spatula clattered, and I hissed as my palm brushed the ed...

Mirror Ritual - Part 3

He was real.

That was the first thought that slammed through me as my reflection stepped out of the mirror and onto the floor of my bedroom, still on his knees, still swallowing my cock like ...

The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 6

By now, it was automatic. The second I got to Troye’s place, I’d sit on the edge of his bed, he’d pull his shorts down, and I’d wrap my fist around his cock. Like clockwork. Like some secre...

The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 5

By now, I was used to it. Every night, my hand was wrapped around Troye’s cock like it was just part of the routine. I didn’t even question it anymore—he’d call me over, or I’d crash at h...

The Mirror Ritual - Part 2

I should’ve stopped. Any sane person would’ve stopped the second they realized their reflection wasn’t theirs anymore. But I wasn’t sane in that moment. I was hard, leaking, trembling with ...

The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 4

It stopped being a one-time favor weeks ago.

At first, it was every few days—Troye would call me over when he couldn’t handle it anymore, and I’d leave his house with shaky hands and a ...