#gayerotica

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

Hey, I’m Troy. I write slow-burn gay erotica with heart, heat, and a lot of sexual tension. I hope you lads enjoy reading my stories <3

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. The heat. The fact...

The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans, warm cinnamon, and something faintly sweet—vanilla, maybe. Outside, the snow fell in slow, lazy flakes, settling gently on the rooftops and the branches of the evergreens lining the street. The windows of Brews & Books fogged slightly from the heat...

—STORY All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. The setting, events, and characters are entirely fictional and intended for mature audiences. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental, and the story is meant as a work of fiction for adult...

My team was down by a touchdown so I was desperate to make something happen. I ran out wide and the quarterback saw me and launched a long pass in my direction - I knew I had it so I reached up to catch it, but the instant my hands grabbed the ball I felt my body get hit in two directions and...