My Bully Invited Me to His Hotel Room

[StoriesByTroy]

I call my ChatGPT app, Tennyson. I'm usually asking him technical and linguistic questions as he and I are both very frou-frou, exacting and oftentimes exasperating. I will see if I can encourage dear Tennyson to make some AI hunks for me like yours, which are very handsome.


"'Tis better to have loved and lost / Than never to have loved at all." -- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Hahaha sure! Feel free to share it.
So... this story was published on my patreon last month and the pictures were generated in early May.. However, ChatGpt has become awful at creating shirtless pictures now. It takes me one in 100 tries to get a shirtless hunk out of "Tennyson". So, i started using editing apps instead.

But, I'd love to see what you come up with. Maybe try Luca or Wes

 

[StoriesByTroy]

Part 11: You've Earned It. Your Turn Now

Wes knelt behind me, breath shallow, tongue dragging one slow, reverent lick between my cheeks like he was afraid it might be his last.

I twitched beneath it.

Luca smirked, seated beside us on the bed now, stroking himself slow and idle like he was watching his favorite show.

Wes’s hands shook slightly as he slid them along my hips, grounding himself. His cock was flushed red and slick, curved up toward his stomach. And the look on his face...God. Desperate didn’t cover it. This was need. Regret. Hunger. Worship.

And he was about to fuck me like he’d been waiting his whole damn life for it.

I braced myself on the bed. “Go slow,” I muttered. “At first.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His tip pressed against me, sliding through the spit and slick. I felt his breath catch.

And then, he pushed in.

My mouth fell open, no sound coming out at first. It was thick. Heavy. Full.
He gripped my hips like a lifeline, groaning low as he bottomed out, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” Wes gasped. “You feel... you feel unreal.”

I bit down on the pillow in front of me, letting the stretch settle.

Then I felt movement in front of me...Luca shifting down, reclining sideways at the head of the bed, head propped on his hand. His other wrapped lazily around his cock, stroking slow, just watching.

“I need some attention too, Noah,” he said, smirking. “Don’t forget about me.”

I lifted my head, breath shaking, eyes locking with his. Even now...cool, cocky, composed, he looked like sin incarnate. Muscles taut, abs flexed, that veiny forearm wrapped around his thick cock as he stared me down like I was dessert and the main course had only just begun.

Wes was behind me, his hands tight around my waist, cock thick and trembling, pushed all the way in. His breath was ragged. Shaky. I could feel the restraint pouring off him, how hard it was not to move, not to lose control.

I gave a slow, teasing grind back against him. “You feel how full I am?” I murmured, eyes still locked on Luca. “You’re stretching me so good, Wes…”

He let out a choked groan, hips twitching.
Luca cocked his head. “Damn. He’s really holding out, huh?”
I nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down my spine. “He’s being a good boy.”

Wes’s fingers clenched tighter.

I reached forward, hand wrapping around Luca’s cock, slow and slick. His whole body twitched under my touch, eyes narrowing like I’d just flipped a switch.

“Fuck, Yes…”

I dragged my tongue along his chest. Licked a line up to his collarbone, then across to his nipple, taking it into my mouth and licking him slow, teasing.

Luca let out a groan that curled through the room. His hand threaded through my hair as I worked my tongue, my body still stuffed full behind me.

Wes started to move. Slowly. Carefully.

“Not yet,” I warned, pulling off Luca’s chest with a pop. “I want you to stay right there. Feel me. Don’t fuck me until I say.”

Wes bit down on a breath. “Jesus Christ…”
Luca laughed low. “He’s dying.”

I gave a soft hum, then went back down, taking Luca’s cock into my mouth while Wes stayed buried deep inside me. The pressure of it all made me dizzy...Wes’s cock throbbing, Luca’s taste in my mouth, the heat building fast.

I bobbed slow, tongue dragging along the underside of Luca’s shaft, one hand wrapping around the base as I took more and more.

Luca moaned louder now. “Fuck, Noah. You’re gonna make me come”

Behind me, Wes let out a trembling sound. I could tell how hard he was fighting it—fighting not to rut forward. Not to lose it.

I pulled off Luca with a gasp. “Wes,” I said softly, “you want more?”

“Yes,” he growled behind me. “Please.”

“Then fuck me harder. No holding back.”

His grip changed. From cautious to commanding. And then he started to move. Deep. Smooth. Controlled at first but only just.

“Ohh, fuck…” I moaned, bracing myself, letting him stretch me open all over again. The pressure was perfect. The thickness. The heat. I could feel every throb, every twitch, every ounce of restraint on the edge of snapping.

“That’s it,” Luca murmured from in front of me, stroking himself slow again. “Let him use you. You earned that.”

Wes was groaning, his hands sliding up my back, gripping tighter as his pace picked up. Still not rough, but he was giving in. Slowly. Beautifully.


And I fucking loved it.

I glanced up at Luca, panting. “I told you he was desperate.”

Luca grinned. “Desperate’s hot on him. He's finally proved it.”

Then Luca leaned in closer, brushing his lips against mine in a messy, half-open kiss. Our tongues tangled, our moans melting. All while Wes fucked me harder behind.


I was being filled, tasted, devoured. Every nerve in my body lit up.

Wes shifted the angle. Hit that spot that made me jolt. My knees buckled slightly.

“Fuck...there...don’t stop, right there.” I gasped.

He didn’t.

He grunted, pushing harder now. The slap of skin filled the room. My body rocked forward with each thrust. And Luca just watched, stroking slow, tongue dragging over his own lip as he soaked it all in.

The whole thing was so dirty. So hot. So fucking perfect.

I glanced up at Luca again, lips parted, eyes glassy. “You like watching him lose it?”

Luca nodded, breathing heavier. “I like watching you both fall apart.”

My body tensed as Wes picked up speed, hips driving in harder. I gripped the sheets. My moans got louder. The whole bed shook.

It was building. Fast.

Wes bent forward over me, forehead resting between my shoulder blades. “Noah,” he gasped. “I can’t...please...”

I twisted back, just enough to whisper, “You can come when I say.”

He whimpered, muscles shaking.

Then Luca shifted again, getting up, walking to the side of the bed. He leaned close to me, whispering in my ear.

“I think you should fuck him,” he murmured, voice low and wicked. “He’s ready for it.”

I turned my head slowly, eyes flicking to Wes...sweaty, flushed, trembling behind me, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

I pulled off of him, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as he slipped free. Wes let out a choked gasp, his cock wet and twitching, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon.

I stood, stretched, then turned to face him fully, slick, and still pulsing with need.


“My turn,” I said, voice low and loaded.

I walked toward him, wrapping a hand around his jaw, guiding him down to the mattress where I had just been.

“My turn to fuck you, Wes.”

____________________

I will be posting all parts one by one on here as well.

- My Bully Invited Me To His Hotel Room - Finale+ Bonus Scene is available on my patreon.

P.S: In case you have been enjoying my stories. Checkout the following stories available on my patreon StoriesByTroy

- Frat Games: The House Slut - Currently live (14 parts released)
- My Best Friend's Brother Dylan - Season 2 is live (7 parts released)
- Late Nights With My Hot Boss - All 9 parts available
- The Neighbor Across The Window - All 10 parts available
- Short erotic stories

 

[michaelnola]

Part 11: You've Earned It. Your Turn Now

Wes knelt behind me, breath shallow, tongue dragging one slow, reverent lick between my cheeks like he was afraid it might be his last.

I twitched beneath it.

Luca smirked, seated beside us on the bed now, stroking himself slow and idle like he was watching his favorite show.

Wes’s hands shook slightly as he slid them along my hips, grounding himself. His cock was flushed red and slick, curved up toward his stomach. And the look on his face...God. Desperate didn’t cover it. This was need. Regret. Hunger. Worship.

And he was about to fuck me like he’d been waiting his whole damn life for it.

I braced myself on the bed. “Go slow,” I muttered. “At first.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His tip pressed against me, sliding through the spit and slick. I felt his breath catch.

And then, he pushed in.

My mouth fell open, no sound coming out at first. It was thick. Heavy. Full.
He gripped my hips like a lifeline, groaning low as he bottomed out, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” Wes gasped. “You feel... you feel unreal.”

I bit down on the pillow in front of me, letting the stretch settle.

Then I felt movement in front of me...Luca shifting down, reclining sideways at the head of the bed, head propped on his hand. His other wrapped lazily around his cock, stroking slow, just watching.

“I need some attention too, Noah,” he said, smirking. “Don’t forget about me.”

I lifted my head, breath shaking, eyes locking with his. Even now...cool, cocky, composed, he looked like sin incarnate. Muscles taut, abs flexed, that veiny forearm wrapped around his thick cock as he stared me down like I was dessert and the main course had only just begun.

Wes was behind me, his hands tight around my waist, cock thick and trembling, pushed all the way in. His breath was ragged. Shaky. I could feel the restraint pouring off him, how hard it was not to move, not to lose control.

I gave a slow, teasing grind back against him. “You feel how full I am?” I murmured, eyes still locked on Luca. “You’re stretching me so good, Wes…”

He let out a choked groan, hips twitching.
Luca cocked his head. “Damn. He’s really holding out, huh?”
I nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down my spine. “He’s being a good boy.”

Wes’s fingers clenched tighter.

I reached forward, hand wrapping around Luca’s cock, slow and slick. His whole body twitched under my touch, eyes narrowing like I’d just flipped a switch.

“Fuck, Yes…”

I dragged my tongue along his chest. Licked a line up to his collarbone, then across to his nipple, taking it into my mouth and licking him slow, teasing.

Luca let out a groan that curled through the room. His hand threaded through my hair as I worked my tongue, my body still stuffed full behind me.

Wes started to move. Slowly. Carefully.

“Not yet,” I warned, pulling off Luca’s chest with a pop. “I want you to stay right there. Feel me. Don’t fuck me until I say.”

Wes bit down on a breath. “Jesus Christ…”
Luca laughed low. “He’s dying.”

I gave a soft hum, then went back down, taking Luca’s cock into my mouth while Wes stayed buried deep inside me. The pressure of it all made me dizzy...Wes’s cock throbbing, Luca’s taste in my mouth, the heat building fast.

I bobbed slow, tongue dragging along the underside of Luca’s shaft, one hand wrapping around the base as I took more and more.

Luca moaned louder now. “Fuck, Noah. You’re gonna make me come”

Behind me, Wes let out a trembling sound. I could tell how hard he was fighting it—fighting not to rut forward. Not to lose it.

I pulled off Luca with a gasp. “Wes,” I said softly, “you want more?”

“Yes,” he growled behind me. “Please.”

“Then fuck me harder. No holding back.”

His grip changed. From cautious to commanding. And then he started to move. Deep. Smooth. Controlled at first but only just.

“Ohh, fuck…” I moaned, bracing myself, letting him stretch me open all over again. The pressure was perfect. The thickness. The heat. I could feel every throb, every twitch, every ounce of restraint on the edge of snapping.

“That’s it,” Luca murmured from in front of me, stroking himself slow again. “Let him use you. You earned that.”

Wes was groaning, his hands sliding up my back, gripping tighter as his pace picked up. Still not rough, but he was giving in. Slowly. Beautifully.


And I fucking loved it.

I glanced up at Luca, panting. “I told you he was desperate.”

Luca grinned. “Desperate’s hot on him. He's finally proved it.”

Then Luca leaned in closer, brushing his lips against mine in a messy, half-open kiss. Our tongues tangled, our moans melting. All while Wes fucked me harder behind.


I was being filled, tasted, devoured. Every nerve in my body lit up.

Wes shifted the angle. Hit that spot that made me jolt. My knees buckled slightly.

“Fuck...there...don’t stop, right there.” I gasped.

He didn’t.

He grunted, pushing harder now. The slap of skin filled the room. My body rocked forward with each thrust. And Luca just watched, stroking slow, tongue dragging over his own lip as he soaked it all in.

The whole thing was so dirty. So hot. So fucking perfect.

I glanced up at Luca again, lips parted, eyes glassy. “You like watching him lose it?”

Luca nodded, breathing heavier. “I like watching you both fall apart.”

My body tensed as Wes picked up speed, hips driving in harder. I gripped the sheets. My moans got louder. The whole bed shook.

It was building. Fast.

Wes bent forward over me, forehead resting between my shoulder blades. “Noah,” he gasped. “I can’t...please...”

I twisted back, just enough to whisper, “You can come when I say.”

He whimpered, muscles shaking.

Then Luca shifted again, getting up, walking to the side of the bed. He leaned close to me, whispering in my ear.

“I think you should fuck him,” he murmured, voice low and wicked. “He’s ready for it.”

I turned my head slowly, eyes flicking to Wes...sweaty, flushed, trembling behind me, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

I pulled off of him, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as he slipped free. Wes let out a choked gasp, his cock wet and twitching, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon.

I stood, stretched, then turned to face him fully, slick, and still pulsing with need.


“My turn,” I said, voice low and loaded.

I walked toward him, wrapping a hand around his jaw, guiding him down to the mattress where I had just been.

“My turn to fuck you, Wes.”

____________________

I will be posting all parts one by one on here as well.

- My Bully Invited Me To His Hotel Room - Finale+ Bonus Scene is available on my patreon.

P.S: In case you have been enjoying my stories. Checkout the following stories available on my patreon StoriesByTroy

- Frat Games: The House Slut - Currently live (14 parts released)
- My Best Friend's Brother Dylan - Season 2 is live (7 parts released)
- Late Nights With My Hot Boss - All 9 parts available
- The Neighbor Across The Window - All 10 parts available
- Short erotic stories

Now that is way too hot for words....

 

[StXander]

And Luca is there to make sure Wes does what he is told. Though I’m pretty sure he’s wanted to be on the receiving end for a while, and this will finally let him realize that fantasy. I still can’t shake that Troy would rather stay on the bottom of this entire pile, still from there to be able to take a bit of a dominant revenge role to teach Wes a lesson.

 

[RhydianJames]

Part 11: You've Earned It. Your Turn Now

Wes knelt behind me, breath shallow, tongue dragging one slow, reverent lick between my cheeks like he was afraid it might be his last.

I twitched beneath it.

Luca smirked, seated beside us on the bed now, stroking himself slow and idle like he was watching his favorite show.

Wes’s hands shook slightly as he slid them along my hips, grounding himself. His cock was flushed red and slick, curved up toward his stomach. And the look on his face...God. Desperate didn’t cover it. This was need. Regret. Hunger. Worship.

And he was about to fuck me like he’d been waiting his whole damn life for it.

I braced myself on the bed. “Go slow,” I muttered. “At first.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His tip pressed against me, sliding through the spit and slick. I felt his breath catch.

And then, he pushed in.

My mouth fell open, no sound coming out at first. It was thick. Heavy. Full.
He gripped my hips like a lifeline, groaning low as he bottomed out, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” Wes gasped. “You feel... you feel unreal.”

I bit down on the pillow in front of me, letting the stretch settle.

Then I felt movement in front of me...Luca shifting down, reclining sideways at the head of the bed, head propped on his hand. His other wrapped lazily around his cock, stroking slow, just watching.

“I need some attention too, Noah,” he said, smirking. “Don’t forget about me.”

I lifted my head, breath shaking, eyes locking with his. Even now...cool, cocky, composed, he looked like sin incarnate. Muscles taut, abs flexed, that veiny forearm wrapped around his thick cock as he stared me down like I was dessert and the main course had only just begun.

Wes was behind me, his hands tight around my waist, cock thick and trembling, pushed all the way in. His breath was ragged. Shaky. I could feel the restraint pouring off him, how hard it was not to move, not to lose control.

I gave a slow, teasing grind back against him. “You feel how full I am?” I murmured, eyes still locked on Luca. “You’re stretching me so good, Wes…”

He let out a choked groan, hips twitching.
Luca cocked his head. “Damn. He’s really holding out, huh?”
I nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down my spine. “He’s being a good boy.”

Wes’s fingers clenched tighter.

I reached forward, hand wrapping around Luca’s cock, slow and slick. His whole body twitched under my touch, eyes narrowing like I’d just flipped a switch.

“Fuck, Yes…”

I dragged my tongue along his chest. Licked a line up to his collarbone, then across to his nipple, taking it into my mouth and licking him slow, teasing.

Luca let out a groan that curled through the room. His hand threaded through my hair as I worked my tongue, my body still stuffed full behind me.

Wes started to move. Slowly. Carefully.

“Not yet,” I warned, pulling off Luca’s chest with a pop. “I want you to stay right there. Feel me. Don’t fuck me until I say.”

Wes bit down on a breath. “Jesus Christ…”
Luca laughed low. “He’s dying.”

I gave a soft hum, then went back down, taking Luca’s cock into my mouth while Wes stayed buried deep inside me. The pressure of it all made me dizzy...Wes’s cock throbbing, Luca’s taste in my mouth, the heat building fast.

I bobbed slow, tongue dragging along the underside of Luca’s shaft, one hand wrapping around the base as I took more and more.

Luca moaned louder now. “Fuck, Noah. You’re gonna make me come”

Behind me, Wes let out a trembling sound. I could tell how hard he was fighting it—fighting not to rut forward. Not to lose it.

I pulled off Luca with a gasp. “Wes,” I said softly, “you want more?”

“Yes,” he growled behind me. “Please.”

“Then fuck me harder. No holding back.”

His grip changed. From cautious to commanding. And then he started to move. Deep. Smooth. Controlled at first but only just.

“Ohh, fuck…” I moaned, bracing myself, letting him stretch me open all over again. The pressure was perfect. The thickness. The heat. I could feel every throb, every twitch, every ounce of restraint on the edge of snapping.

“That’s it,” Luca murmured from in front of me, stroking himself slow again. “Let him use you. You earned that.”

Wes was groaning, his hands sliding up my back, gripping tighter as his pace picked up. Still not rough, but he was giving in. Slowly. Beautifully.


And I fucking loved it.

I glanced up at Luca, panting. “I told you he was desperate.”

Luca grinned. “Desperate’s hot on him. He's finally proved it.”

Then Luca leaned in closer, brushing his lips against mine in a messy, half-open kiss. Our tongues tangled, our moans melting. All while Wes fucked me harder behind.


I was being filled, tasted, devoured. Every nerve in my body lit up.

Wes shifted the angle. Hit that spot that made me jolt. My knees buckled slightly.

“Fuck...there...don’t stop, right there.” I gasped.

He didn’t.

He grunted, pushing harder now. The slap of skin filled the room. My body rocked forward with each thrust. And Luca just watched, stroking slow, tongue dragging over his own lip as he soaked it all in.

The whole thing was so dirty. So hot. So fucking perfect.

I glanced up at Luca again, lips parted, eyes glassy. “You like watching him lose it?”

Luca nodded, breathing heavier. “I like watching you both fall apart.”

My body tensed as Wes picked up speed, hips driving in harder. I gripped the sheets. My moans got louder. The whole bed shook.

It was building. Fast.

Wes bent forward over me, forehead resting between my shoulder blades. “Noah,” he gasped. “I can’t...please...”

I twisted back, just enough to whisper, “You can come when I say.”

He whimpered, muscles shaking.

Then Luca shifted again, getting up, walking to the side of the bed. He leaned close to me, whispering in my ear.

“I think you should fuck him,” he murmured, voice low and wicked. “He’s ready for it.”

I turned my head slowly, eyes flicking to Wes...sweaty, flushed, trembling behind me, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

I pulled off of him, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as he slipped free. Wes let out a choked gasp, his cock wet and twitching, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon.

I stood, stretched, then turned to face him fully, slick, and still pulsing with need.


“My turn,” I said, voice low and loaded.

I walked toward him, wrapping a hand around his jaw, guiding him down to the mattress where I had just been.

“My turn to fuck you, Wes.”

____________________

I will be posting all parts one by one on here as well.

- My Bully Invited Me To His Hotel Room - Finale+ Bonus Scene is available on my patreon.

P.S: In case you have been enjoying my stories. Checkout the following stories available on my patreon StoriesByTroy

- Frat Games: The House Slut - Currently live (14 parts released)
- My Best Friend's Brother Dylan - Season 2 is live (7 parts released)
- Late Nights With My Hot Boss - All 9 parts available
- The Neighbor Across The Window - All 10 parts available
- Short erotic stories

This story is great. I need more, I don't want it to end. I need them to be together after all of this. Then I'll need their intimate times together and their sexcapades with others like Luca and Ryan, taking turns fucking them together etc.

 

[StoriesByTroy]

Now that is way too hot for words....

Thanks as always Michael <3

And Luca is there to make sure Wes does what he is told. Though I’m pretty sure he’s wanted to be on the receiving end for a while, and this will finally let him realize that fantasy. I still can’t shake that Troy would rather stay on the bottom of this entire pile, still from there to be able to take a bit of a dominant revenge role to teach Wes a lesson.

Yes sir! The final part is really fun. Stay tuned

This story is great. I need more, I don't want it to end. I need them to be together after all of this. Then I'll need their intimate times together and their sexcapades with others like Luca and Ryan, taking turns fucking them together etc.

Yay! I am so glad you have enjoyed this series.
Part 12 is the finale, I'm afraid. Currently, I am working on other series. But, I am always open to bringing these guys back.

Also, my Patreon has an exclusive bonus scene where Wes, Ryan, Luca and Noah are involved in a oral scene on the hotel roof.

 

[Kinnguyen0707]

Thanks as always Michael <3



Yes sir! The final part is really fun. Stay tuned




Yay! I am so glad you have enjoyed this series.
Part 12 is the finale, I'm afraid. Currently, I am working on other series. But, I am always open to bringing these guys back.

Also, my Patreon has an exclusive bonus scene where Wes, Ryan, Luca and Noah are involved in a oral scene on the hotel roof.

Please update new part. This story is great.

 

[fmbttm]

Part 11: You've Earned It. Your Turn Now

Wes knelt behind me, breath shallow, tongue dragging one slow, reverent lick between my cheeks like he was afraid it might be his last.

I twitched beneath it.

Luca smirked, seated beside us on the bed now, stroking himself slow and idle like he was watching his favorite show.

Wes’s hands shook slightly as he slid them along my hips, grounding himself. His cock was flushed red and slick, curved up toward his stomach. And the look on his face...God. Desperate didn’t cover it. This was need. Regret. Hunger. Worship.

And he was about to fuck me like he’d been waiting his whole damn life for it.

I braced myself on the bed. “Go slow,” I muttered. “At first.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His tip pressed against me, sliding through the spit and slick. I felt his breath catch.

And then, he pushed in.

My mouth fell open, no sound coming out at first. It was thick. Heavy. Full.
He gripped my hips like a lifeline, groaning low as he bottomed out, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” Wes gasped. “You feel... you feel unreal.”

I bit down on the pillow in front of me, letting the stretch settle.

Then I felt movement in front of me...Luca shifting down, reclining sideways at the head of the bed, head propped on his hand. His other wrapped lazily around his cock, stroking slow, just watching.

“I need some attention too, Noah,” he said, smirking. “Don’t forget about me.”

I lifted my head, breath shaking, eyes locking with his. Even now...cool, cocky, composed, he looked like sin incarnate. Muscles taut, abs flexed, that veiny forearm wrapped around his thick cock as he stared me down like I was dessert and the main course had only just begun.

Wes was behind me, his hands tight around my waist, cock thick and trembling, pushed all the way in. His breath was ragged. Shaky. I could feel the restraint pouring off him, how hard it was not to move, not to lose control.

I gave a slow, teasing grind back against him. “You feel how full I am?” I murmured, eyes still locked on Luca. “You’re stretching me so good, Wes…”

He let out a choked groan, hips twitching.
Luca cocked his head. “Damn. He’s really holding out, huh?”
I nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down my spine. “He’s being a good boy.”

Wes’s fingers clenched tighter.

I reached forward, hand wrapping around Luca’s cock, slow and slick. His whole body twitched under my touch, eyes narrowing like I’d just flipped a switch.

“Fuck, Yes…”

I dragged my tongue along his chest. Licked a line up to his collarbone, then across to his nipple, taking it into my mouth and licking him slow, teasing.

Luca let out a groan that curled through the room. His hand threaded through my hair as I worked my tongue, my body still stuffed full behind me.

Wes started to move. Slowly. Carefully.

“Not yet,” I warned, pulling off Luca’s chest with a pop. “I want you to stay right there. Feel me. Don’t fuck me until I say.”

Wes bit down on a breath. “Jesus Christ…”
Luca laughed low. “He’s dying.”

I gave a soft hum, then went back down, taking Luca’s cock into my mouth while Wes stayed buried deep inside me. The pressure of it all made me dizzy...Wes’s cock throbbing, Luca’s taste in my mouth, the heat building fast.

I bobbed slow, tongue dragging along the underside of Luca’s shaft, one hand wrapping around the base as I took more and more.

Luca moaned louder now. “Fuck, Noah. You’re gonna make me come”

Behind me, Wes let out a trembling sound. I could tell how hard he was fighting it—fighting not to rut forward. Not to lose it.

I pulled off Luca with a gasp. “Wes,” I said softly, “you want more?”

“Yes,” he growled behind me. “Please.”

“Then fuck me harder. No holding back.”

His grip changed. From cautious to commanding. And then he started to move. Deep. Smooth. Controlled at first but only just.

“Ohh, fuck…” I moaned, bracing myself, letting him stretch me open all over again. The pressure was perfect. The thickness. The heat. I could feel every throb, every twitch, every ounce of restraint on the edge of snapping.

“That’s it,” Luca murmured from in front of me, stroking himself slow again. “Let him use you. You earned that.”

Wes was groaning, his hands sliding up my back, gripping tighter as his pace picked up. Still not rough, but he was giving in. Slowly. Beautifully.


And I fucking loved it.

I glanced up at Luca, panting. “I told you he was desperate.”

Luca grinned. “Desperate’s hot on him. He's finally proved it.”

Then Luca leaned in closer, brushing his lips against mine in a messy, half-open kiss. Our tongues tangled, our moans melting. All while Wes fucked me harder behind.


I was being filled, tasted, devoured. Every nerve in my body lit up.

Wes shifted the angle. Hit that spot that made me jolt. My knees buckled slightly.

“Fuck...there...don’t stop, right there.” I gasped.

He didn’t.

He grunted, pushing harder now. The slap of skin filled the room. My body rocked forward with each thrust. And Luca just watched, stroking slow, tongue dragging over his own lip as he soaked it all in.

The whole thing was so dirty. So hot. So fucking perfect.

I glanced up at Luca again, lips parted, eyes glassy. “You like watching him lose it?”

Luca nodded, breathing heavier. “I like watching you both fall apart.”

My body tensed as Wes picked up speed, hips driving in harder. I gripped the sheets. My moans got louder. The whole bed shook.

It was building. Fast.

Wes bent forward over me, forehead resting between my shoulder blades. “Noah,” he gasped. “I can’t...please...”

I twisted back, just enough to whisper, “You can come when I say.”

He whimpered, muscles shaking.

Then Luca shifted again, getting up, walking to the side of the bed. He leaned close to me, whispering in my ear.

“I think you should fuck him,” he murmured, voice low and wicked. “He’s ready for it.”

I turned my head slowly, eyes flicking to Wes...sweaty, flushed, trembling behind me, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

I pulled off of him, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as he slipped free. Wes let out a choked gasp, his cock wet and twitching, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon.

I stood, stretched, then turned to face him fully, slick, and still pulsing with need.


“My turn,” I said, voice low and loaded.

I walked toward him, wrapping a hand around his jaw, guiding him down to the mattress where I had just been.

“My turn to fuck you, Wes.”

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Part 12: My Turn To Fuck You (Finale)
Wes stared up at me, sprawled across the mattress, his chest slick with sweat, his cock flushed red and still hard from everything we’d just done. His eyes flicked down to mine, then lower.

“You’re serious?” he breathed. “You’re actually gonna... fuck me?”

I stepped closer, dragging my palm along his thigh, up to his hipbone. “Unless you’re backing out.”

He let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Shit. I don’t know what it’s gonna feel like.”

“It’s different,” I said softly, “but it’s good. You trust me?”

His eyes met mine. Clear. Honest. Vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen before. He nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m in. Just… be gentle, okay?”

From the side of the bed, Luca leaned back against the headboard, still stroking himself lazily. He grinned at the two of us, shaking his head like he was watching his favorite late-night drama unfold in real time.

“Don’t worry,” Luca smirked. “You’ll take it like a champ.”

Wes rolled his eyes but cracked a smile. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Luca said with a low laugh. “Look at you. On your back, cock still hard, eyes wide like a virgin on prom night. It’s cute.”

Wes looked up at me again. His smile faded into something quieter. Realer.

“Okay,” he said, voice low. “Let’s do it. Noah…”

The way he said my name, it landed deep. I leaned in and kissed him, slow and sure, while my hands moved down his body. I gave him a moment to breathe, to settle, to feel.

“You’re doing great,” I whispered against his lips. “Just relax.”

I slicked up, took my time, let my cock slide slowly between his cheeks, not pushing in yet. Just letting him feel the weight of it. He twitched under me, legs trembling slightly, but he didn’t pull away.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s big.”

I smiled against his throat. “You’ll manage.”

Then, gently, I started to press in.

Wes gasped, sharp and open-mouthed as the first inch sank in. I paused.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he panted. “Just... keep going.”

I did. Slow and steady. I held onto his hips, kept eye contact, watched every flicker of sensation on his face. When I finally bottomed out, he let out a long, shaking breath.

“Jesus Christ…”

“You feel full?” I asked, rubbing soothing circles along his thigh.

“Full is an understatement,” he muttered. “You’re...fuck...you’re inside me.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “And you’re taking it so good.”

Luca shifted beside us, sitting upright now, watching like a director behind the scenes of a masterpiece. “Don’t forget,” he said casually, wrapping a hand around his cock again, “his mouth is still free.”

Wes’s eyes flicked sideways and Luca was there, thick and glistening, just inches away.

“I mean,” Luca added, voice low, “since you’re already being used…”

Wes hesitated only a second, then leaned over, lips parting. He wrapped his mouth around the tip, slow at first. Luca let out a deep groan, threading fingers through Wes’s messy hair.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

I started to move, just a slow rock of my hips. Wes moaned around Luca’s cock, his whole body twitching under the pressure of it all.

“You’re taking it so fucking well,” I whispered, gripping his thighs, watching my cock slide in and out of him. “You feel unreal, Wes.”

He moaned louder, bobbing his head on Luca, gasping between breaths. The way his body clenched around me with every thrust, fuck, it was perfect.

I shifted the angle slightly aimed higher, slower and Wes let out a muffled cry. His hips bucked up.

“There?” I asked.

He nodded, eyes wide, lips slick from Luca’s cock.

“That’s it,” Luca murmured, his tone almost reverent. “Keep going. Fuck him just like that.”

I picked up the pace, gradually, keeping every thrust deep and controlled. Wes’s hand moved to his own cock now, finally giving it the attention it deserved. His rhythm matched mine, stroking himself in time with every push into his body.

“God...Noah,” he gasped, pulling off Luca just long enough to speak. “I didn’t think I’d like this so much…”

“You love it,” I groaned. “Admit it.”

“Fuck. I do.”

Luca chuckled, his voice thick. “You two are fucking in sync.”

Wes whimpered, jerking himself faster now. His whole body was flushed, dripping, wrecked.

I could feel myself getting close. The tension coiling low in my stomach. The slap of skin filled the room. Sweat dripped down my spine.

“Don’t stop,” Wes gasped. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come—”

“Me too,” I groaned, driving into him harder, deeper. “Come with me.”

And we did.

Wes cried out, his cock spilling across his stomach in thick, hot ropes just as I slammed deep inside and came with him. I collapsed forward, forehead resting on his chest, breath shaky, heart racing.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dazed and glowing. “That was... fuck.”

We stayed like that for a second—breathing, shaking, bodies still pulsing from it all.

Then Luca stood, towering over us, still hard, still waiting.

“Don’t think I forgot,” he said, stroking himself with purpose now. “I’m close.”

Wes looked up, eyes glassy. He opened his mouth without hesitation.

Luca groaned, stepped closer, and after just a few strokes, he came, painting Wes’s flushed, open face with thick, hot ropes that dripped down his cheek, his lips, his chin.

Wes blinked, dazed. He licked his lips slowly, and Luca grinned.

“Good boy,” Luca said, brushing Wes’s hair back. “You earned that.”

We lay there, tangled and wrecked, the air still thick with sweat, cum, and something heavier—something like relief. Like release. Wes blinked up at the ceiling, face streaked, chest still rising and falling.
He let out a low, breathless laugh. “That was one hell of a reunion…”

Then he turned his head toward me, lips tugging into a smirk. “Worth the wait, Noah.”

My chest ached in the best way. I laughed, breath catching. “I can’t believe Wes fucking Carter took me tonight.”

Wes raised an eyebrow. “And I can’t believe I let you fuck me.”

“Correction,” Luca murmured, tracing a finger through the mess on Wes’s chest, “you begged for it.”

Wes just shook his head and grinned, not denying a thing.

And me? I just stared at him, at both of them and thought: Goddamn. I really fucked my college bully.

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Part 12: My Turn To Fuck You (Finale)
Wes stared up at me, sprawled across the mattress, his chest slick with sweat, his cock flushed red and still hard from everything we’d just done. His eyes flicked down to mine, then lower.

“You’re serious?” he breathed. “You’re actually gonna... fuck me?”

I stepped closer, dragging my palm along his thigh, up to his hipbone. “Unless you’re backing out.”

He let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Shit. I don’t know what it’s gonna feel like.”

“It’s different,” I said softly, “but it’s good. You trust me?”

His eyes met mine. Clear. Honest. Vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen before. He nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m in. Just… be gentle, okay?”

From the side of the bed, Luca leaned back against the headboard, still stroking himself lazily. He grinned at the two of us, shaking his head like he was watching his favorite late-night drama unfold in real time.

“Don’t worry,” Luca smirked. “You’ll take it like a champ.”

Wes rolled his eyes but cracked a smile. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Luca said with a low laugh. “Look at you. On your back, cock still hard, eyes wide like a virgin on prom night. It’s cute.”

Wes looked up at me again. His smile faded into something quieter. Realer.

“Okay,” he said, voice low. “Let’s do it. Noah…”

The way he said my name, it landed deep. I leaned in and kissed him, slow and sure, while my hands moved down his body. I gave him a moment to breathe, to settle, to feel.

“You’re doing great,” I whispered against his lips. “Just relax.”

I slicked up, took my time, let my cock slide slowly between his cheeks, not pushing in yet. Just letting him feel the weight of it. He twitched under me, legs trembling slightly, but he didn’t pull away.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s big.”

I smiled against his throat. “You’ll manage.”

Then, gently, I started to press in.

Wes gasped, sharp and open-mouthed as the first inch sank in. I paused.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he panted. “Just... keep going.”

I did. Slow and steady. I held onto his hips, kept eye contact, watched every flicker of sensation on his face. When I finally bottomed out, he let out a long, shaking breath.

“Jesus Christ…”

“You feel full?” I asked, rubbing soothing circles along his thigh.

“Full is an understatement,” he muttered. “You’re...fuck...you’re inside me.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “And you’re taking it so good.”

Luca shifted beside us, sitting upright now, watching like a director behind the scenes of a masterpiece. “Don’t forget,” he said casually, wrapping a hand around his cock again, “his mouth is still free.”

Wes’s eyes flicked sideways and Luca was there, thick and glistening, just inches away.

“I mean,” Luca added, voice low, “since you’re already being used…”

Wes hesitated only a second, then leaned over, lips parting. He wrapped his mouth around the tip, slow at first. Luca let out a deep groan, threading fingers through Wes’s messy hair.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

I started to move, just a slow rock of my hips. Wes moaned around Luca’s cock, his whole body twitching under the pressure of it all.

“You’re taking it so fucking well,” I whispered, gripping his thighs, watching my cock slide in and out of him. “You feel unreal, Wes.”

He moaned louder, bobbing his head on Luca, gasping between breaths. The way his body clenched around me with every thrust, fuck, it was perfect.

I shifted the angle slightly aimed higher, slower and Wes let out a muffled cry. His hips bucked up.

“There?” I asked.

He nodded, eyes wide, lips slick from Luca’s cock.

“That’s it,” Luca murmured, his tone almost reverent. “Keep going. Fuck him just like that.”

I picked up the pace, gradually, keeping every thrust deep and controlled. Wes’s hand moved to his own cock now, finally giving it the attention it deserved. His rhythm matched mine, stroking himself in time with every push into his body.

“God...Noah,” he gasped, pulling off Luca just long enough to speak. “I didn’t think I’d like this so much…”

“You love it,” I groaned. “Admit it.”

“Fuck. I do.”

Luca chuckled, his voice thick. “You two are fucking in sync.”

Wes whimpered, jerking himself faster now. His whole body was flushed, dripping, wrecked.

I could feel myself getting close. The tension coiling low in my stomach. The slap of skin filled the room. Sweat dripped down my spine.

“Don’t stop,” Wes gasped. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come—”

“Me too,” I groaned, driving into him harder, deeper. “Come with me.”

And we did.

Wes cried out, his cock spilling across his stomach in thick, hot ropes just as I slammed deep inside and came with him. I collapsed forward, forehead resting on his chest, breath shaky, heart racing.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dazed and glowing. “That was... fuck.”

We stayed like that for a second—breathing, shaking, bodies still pulsing from it all.

Then Luca stood, towering over us, still hard, still waiting.

“Don’t think I forgot,” he said, stroking himself with purpose now. “I’m close.”

Wes looked up, eyes glassy. He opened his mouth without hesitation.

Luca groaned, stepped closer, and after just a few strokes, he came, painting Wes’s flushed, open face with thick, hot ropes that dripped down his cheek, his lips, his chin.

Wes blinked, dazed. He licked his lips slowly, and Luca grinned.

“Good boy,” Luca said, brushing Wes’s hair back. “You earned that.”

We lay there, tangled and wrecked, the air still thick with sweat, cum, and something heavier—something like relief. Like release. Wes blinked up at the ceiling, face streaked, chest still rising and falling.
He let out a low, breathless laugh. “That was one hell of a reunion…”

Then he turned his head toward me, lips tugging into a smirk. “Worth the wait, Noah.”

My chest ached in the best way. I laughed, breath catching. “I can’t believe Wes fucking Carter took me tonight.”

Wes raised an eyebrow. “And I can’t believe I let you fuck me.”

“Correction,” Luca murmured, tracing a finger through the mess on Wes’s chest, “you begged for it.”

Wes just shook his head and grinned, not denying a thing.

And me? I just stared at him, at both of them and thought: Goddamn. I really fucked my college bully.

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Love all your stories. Always bricked and throbbing while reading.

Thank you for sharing.

Thanks for reading <3

Always love your stories. You are one hell of a writer--awesome with words and characters--true talent..

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[StXander]

I imagine that's just the start of Wes taking Noah, Luca, and plenty of others now that he's learned his place and that it's nothing to be ashamed of but instead embraced and enjoyed.

 

[Red-wood natural]

Part 5: His best friend watched me suck him…

Quick Summary: Noah reunites with his college bully Wes, who used to tease him out of repressed desire. At a hotel reunion, old tension ignites when Wes confesses everything and pulls Noah into a desperate kiss. Things escalate fast; Wes blows Noah and then Noah ends up on his knees, blowing the same jock who once bullied him. Just as it gets intense, Wes’s best friend and hotel roommate, Ryan Evans, walks in to see Noah on his knees.

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The door clicked shut behind Ryan.

None of us moved at first. The room had gone still...too still, like the air itself was holding its breath.

Wes sat rigid on the bed, towel loose around his hips, muscles tight, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. His lips were parted, eyes flickering between me and the figure now standing behind me.

I was still on my knees. Mouth wet. One hand resting on Wes’s thigh, just shy of the hard shape straining under terrycloth. My own pulse was a steady pound in my ears.

And Ryan?

He stood in the doorway for a moment longer, tank top clinging to his chest, biceps full and tense from the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was damp, cheeks still flushed from the gym. One brow lifted as his gaze swept over us.

“The fuck did I just walk in on?” he said, voice low and even. Not angry. Not surprised, really. If anything...there was a flicker of something amused in his tone. Curious.

Wes fumbled for the towel, trying to pull it tighter, but the effort was pointless. His cock was already starting to swell again, tenting the fabric shamelessly. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, blinking up at Ryan.

He smirked when his eyes met mine. “You really were blowing him, huh?”

Wes didn’t answer. He just sat there, like someone had unplugged his brain. Ryan stepped inside and let the duffel fall onto the chair.

“Relax,” he said as he reached up, arms stretching high. His tank rode up just enough to show off slick abs and the sharp V of his hips. “I’m not mad. I just came from the gym. Pre-workout’s still ripping through me like jet fuel.”

He glanced between us again, slower this time. Taking it all in. Me on my knees. Wes flushed and wide-eyed. The towel doing a bad job of hiding everything. Ryan’s voice dropped slightly.

“I’m horny as fuck, honestly. But you guys… go on.”
He walked closer. Just a step or two.

Wes straightened. “Wait, what?”

“I’ll just watch,” Ryan replied, like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Don’t let me interrupt.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. Right next to Wes. Like he belonged there.

Wes looked at me, his eyes searching mine, as if waiting for me to panic or back out. But I didn’t move. I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him. At the way his chest heaved. The way his cock twitched under the towel. Then I reached up and tugged the towel away.

It fell without resistance.

Wes’s cock sprang free.... thick, flushed, and already leaking again.

Ryan let out a low whistle. “Jesus Wes, I didn't know my best mate was hiding that under there.”

I didn’t respond. I just leaned in, kissed Wes’s thigh, soft and slow, right where the towel had just been. My tongue followed the curve of muscle, warm and wet, and I could feel him shiver under my mouth. I didn’t rush. I let my hands explore his hips, held him still as I kissed lower.

Wes groaned. His fingers fisted the sheets beside him.

Ryan exhaled through his nose. “You’re fucking wild, bro. Didn’t know you had this in you.”

I dragged my tongue down between Wes’s legs, over his balls, taking one into my mouth and sucking gently while my hand stroked his shaft, slow and steady. He twitched. Moaned. His hips jerked once and I tightened my grip to keep him grounded. I didn’t stop. Didn’t look up. Just kept going. Letting the room fill with wet sounds and Wes’s breathy curses.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan adjust himself. His hand lingered at the waistband of his gym shorts. He was hard, it was obvious now... a thick outline pressing against the fabric, straining as he watched.

Wes let out another moan, deeper this time, his hips trying to rock into my mouth. “This is fucking crazy,” he panted.

Ryan laughed softly. “It’s hot. That’s what it is.”

He shifted closer. I felt his thigh brush against mine. Still, I didn’t react. I stayed focused on Wes, on the way his abs tightened with every stroke, every flick of my tongue.

I opened my mouth wider and let Wes slide deeper between my lips.
Wes let out a broken moan, his hand clutching the edge of the mattress.

Then I felt Ryan lean forward.

His voice was right above me. “Let me help you, Noah.”

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[gingerspice]

This was one of the best one I have ever read in here

 

[StoriesByTroy]

This was one of the best one I have ever read in here

Yay! Thank you so much! I wanted to keep things unique with this story and keep readers guessing. I am so glad you enjoyed.

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[gingerspice]

Yay! Thank you so much! I wanted to keep things unique with this story and keep readers guessing. I am so glad you enjoyed.

Consider checking out My Best Friend's Brother Dylan if you haven't already. It’s one of my most talked-about stories.

I amri reading this one too

A spin off for Wes and Noah would be good too.