At first, we thought it was fake.
Some AI deepfake bullshit, a generated fantasy using our faces. I even said it out loud.
“No way that’s real. That’s gotta be edited. Right? It has to be.”
But then Jules glanced down at himself. His eyes widened. His fingers brushed the front of his boxers and came back damp.
I l...
2025-09-08 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostI woke to emptiness. The bed was cold, the sheets rumpled, and the heavy, sticky heat of last night gone. My chest tightened as I sat up, blinking against the sunlight cutting through the blinds. My body still ached from him—my cock sore, my hips stiff, skin tingling from where he had pressed against me, rubbed, taken me. And he was… gone. 2025-09-06 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post
I thought when I woke up he’d still be there smirking, ready to pull another trick. But Damien wasn’t leaning against the wall this time, no sly grin, no challenge. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slouched, like the game was paused.
When I shifted, he looked back at me with eyes that weren’t teasing for once.
...
2025-09-05 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostI swear Damien’s been torturing me on purpose all damn day.
Every little thing—his hand brushing against mine when we washed dishes, his smirk when he leaned too close to whisper “good boy” in my ear while passing me a towel, it all burned through me like fire.
My dick had been aching in my jeans since breakfast. I coul...
2025-09-04 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostDamien was killing me.
The whole day he’d been teasing without ever admitting it. Letting the towel hang too low when he got out of the shower, brushing past me in the hallway so close his bare chest grazed my arm, leaning over me in the kitchen like it was nothing.
And then—he talked.
“You know, Owen… it’s nice li...
The next night, Damien acted like nothing had happened. No smirk, no comment, no sly brush of his hand against me during the day.
The next night, Damien acted like nothing had happened. No smirk, no comment, no sly brush of his hand against me during the day. Just normal small talk, studying, dinner, then both of us climbing into ...
2025-09-02 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostHe froze. I froze. The room smelled like sex, his dick was still throbbing, and my hand was still squeezing mine through my shorts.
He froze. I froze.
The room smelled like sex, his dick was still throbbing, and my hand was still squeezing mine through my shorts. The silence was loud, and then Damien scrambled, yanking a sheet over h...
2025-09-01 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostFor weeks, I watched. I waited. I built theories like a fucking detective, but this wasn’t about truth. It was about getting off.
For weeks, I watched. I waited. I built theories like a fucking detective, but this wasn’t about truth. It was about getting off.
I had almost everything.
The cum drawer. The we...
2025-08-31 22:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostWhen I woke up, the first thing I did was glance under the blanket. Not me—him. Damien was already up, standing near the dresser in just his
When I woke up, the first thing I did was glance under the blanket.
Not me—him.
Damien was already up, standing near the dresser in just his briefs. They were dark blue and
The bed was smaller than I thought. Like, we could fit—but barely. No space in between. No buffer zone. If one of us rolled over, we’d end
The bed was smaller than I thought.
Like, we could fit—but barely. No space in between. No buffer zone. If one of us rolled over, we’d end up tangled without even trying.
When my dad...
2025-08-28 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostI was done waiting. If Damien wasn’t going to jerk off like a normal person, then I was gonna make him want to.
I was done waiting.
If Damien wasn’t going to jerk off like a normal person, then I was gonna make him want to.
I wasn’t proud of it. But after weeks of silence and denial and cold showers while I stroked myself...
2025-08-27 22:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostHey guys, quick heads-up about this story. Originally, the setup had a stepbrother dynamic, but due to community guidelines I had to adjust it. Now Damien is written as Owen's dad’s intern who comes to stay over the summer.
Since that angle was only ever mentioned at the very beginning and the very end, the core and the tension of the st...
2025-08-27 02:03:00 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, I might have a problem.
I’m still trying to convince myself this is about curiosity. Just curiosity. Like, I’m not obsessed with Damien, I’m just... invested in the mystery. I just want to know how someone like him survives without jerking off. That’s all.
It’s been weeks and I’ve found nothing. No...
2025-08-27 02:00:16 +0000 UTC View PostThank you so much to everyone who voted and made this little experiment fun. The winning story is:
My New Stepbrother 🎉
That will be the next story I work on. As for the other two stories, I haven’t forgotten about them. There’s always a chance I’ll revisit them later on.
Thanks again for the support!
2025-08-25 22:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostWe didn’t stop kissing.
Even after tasting each other, after touching and jerking and moaning, we kept going — mouths glued together, lips swollen, breaths shared like we needed the same air.
I pushed Milo gently onto the bed, straddling him, our chests flush. His hands roamed my back, fingertips hot and urgent, and I leaned down...
2025-08-24 22:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostI woke up hard as a rock, sweaty, and confused. My sheets were a mess, and the dream still clung to me — Milo’s mouth on my cock, whispering “I want to wake up with you like this every day.”
My hand went to my dick instinctively, still throbbing from the leftover heat, but I didn’t stroke. Not yet. I was too on edge. Anx...
2025-08-23 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostI hung up so fast I’m not even sure I gave the phone time to process it. The call vanished, but the shame stayed. Heavy. Raw. Burning hot in my chest.
I laid there for hours, naked under the sheets, heart pounding so hard it echoed in my skull. What the fuck did I just do? What the fuck did he just see?
He heard me. Saw me...
2025-08-22 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostI deleted it.
I swear I did.
Right after I came, I hit the trash icon like it was a crime scene. Like if I scrubbed it fast enough, it would erase the fact that I jerked off to my best friend moaning my name.
But it stayed.
Not on my phone — in my fucking head.
Every blink, every shower, every moment I’m alon...
2025-08-21 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostAndy's POV
Milo and I have been best friends since high school. That kind of best friend that you tell everything to — even the shit you’re not proud of. We’ve seen each other at our worst, highest, drunkest, most broken, most bored. I know the exact timing of his laugh, the way he chews the inside of his cheek when he’s n...
2025-08-20 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostThank you all for reading the three new story previews this week! Now it’s your turn to decide: which one should I continue first?
The poll is now live and open only to patrons. The most voted story will be the one I focus on next, but don’t worry, there’s a good chance all three will be completed eventually...
2025-08-19 22:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostAsh POV
It’s weird to say this, but I think I only feel real when I’m with them.
There’s five of us. Five guys thrown into fame faster than we could spell the word "tour." Our band, Afterhour, started as a joke. We uploaded one moody cover on YouTube and three months later we were signing contracts, de...
2025-08-18 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostI jerk off a lot.
Like, probably more than I should. Morning wood? Gone before breakfast. Showers? That’s just code for edging with the water running. If I’m home alone, forget it—I’ve got my playlist, my lube, my sock, and at least two tabs open. Call it a hobby. Call it an obsession. Whatever.
It used to be simple. I...
2025-08-17 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostLiving with Jules at college has been… chill, mostly. We’ve been friends since junior year of high school, so when housing forms went out, it just made sense. One of those “dude, we already know each other’s shit, why gamble?” kind of deals.
He’s the artsy one, always up at night drawing weird shit or editing some melancholic p...
2025-08-16 22:00:35 +0000 UTC View PostHey guys! First of all, thank you so much for all your support, it means the world to me.
Starting tomorrow, I’ll be sharing Chapter One of 3 different upcoming stories, one each day.
Once all three chapters are up, I’ll launch a poll exclusively for my patrons, so you<...
2025-08-15 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostCaleb's POV
I don’t know how to explain what this week did to me.
It wasn’t just the sunburns, the sand between our toes, or the sound of the waves outside our window every night. It was something deeper. Something raw.
We came to this beach house as four horny best friends with a shared kink and a weird cookie rit...
2025-08-14 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostCaleb's POV
I’ve always been the one to lead. The one with the dirty ideas, the plans, the first confession. The one who cracked the goon code open and invited the others in.
But I never told them the full truth.
Not until that night.
We were lounging on the terrace, still buzzing from Jake’s session, moonlig...
2025-08-13 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe dorm was too quiet.
Too still.
Maybe because I knew the clock was ticking now. One more night and the semester was over. One more night, and Ren would be gone.
We didn’t talk about it. Not directly. But it lingered between us like humidity — dense, sticky, heavy.
Ren was folding one of his shirts when I sat on my ...
2025-08-12 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostJake's POV
I’d never said it out loud before. Not even to Caleb.
But after everything we’d shared at the beach house—the whispered confessions, the moans at midnight, the salt in our skin and cum in our chests—I finally let it slip.
We were sprawled naked on the living room floor, bodies still glistening from t...
2025-08-11 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostAfter that night, everything felt different.
Not just the sex — though, yeah, Ren fucking me open while calling me his American boyfriend definitely left a mark. On my body, on my sheets, on my brain. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Replay after replay, every thrust, every gasp, every moan stuck in my head like a song I cou...
2025-08-10 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostTom’s POV
There’s a particular kind of high I only get when I’m seconds away from being caught.
That heartbeat-in-my-throat, sweat-on-my-back, mouth-too-dry-to-swallow kind of high.
So when Caleb asked me what my fantasy was, I didn’t hesitate.
“I wanna cum,” I said, grinning wide, “somewhere we sh...
2025-08-09 22:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post