Part 7: Dylan Is In Control I stayed there on my knees, pulse pounding in my ears, eyes locked on Dylan’s. His grip on my hair was firm, commanding, but not painful—more like a leash he knew I wasn’t going to try breaking. His stare bore into me, daring me, testing me. “Look at you,” he said softly, almost amused. “Didn’t take much, did it?” I could feel my face flush, but I didn’t back down. “You act like I didn’t make y...

The morning light streaming through the window woke me up, the soft glow warming my skin. My body was aching in all the right ways, but it wasn’t just the lazy soreness of a good night’s sleep—it was the lingering effects of last night with Dylan. I woke up with a raging hard-on, my mind still hazy from the events that had unfolded in the hours before. The warmth of the blankets felt a little too much, like I couldn’t esc...

Part 3: Dylan Wasn’t Asleep Either “I saw you,” Dylan whispered. My body tensed. Saw me? “In my room earlier. When I was flexing.” My breath caught. I didn’t answer. “You were staring,” he added. “You think I didn’t notice?” “No, man… I—” I tried to deny it, but it came out too fast, too weak. Dylan let out a soft laugh behind me, right into my neck. “It’s okay,” he said. “I didn’t mind.” I swallowed, frozen under the bla...

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 happening. So if you’re wondering how this all started, how a perfectly normal year ended up getting very not normal, I guess it starts with...

“Friday was great!” Elliot exclaimed, cornering me in our first-period English class Monday morning. “We loved being able to hang out with another gay couple.” Bo and I had gone on our first double date with Elliot and Jason the previous Friday. “Yeah,” I agreed. “We liked it, too.” “What did you two do after the movie?” he asked. “We have a special place where we can do whatever we want,” I accidentally admitted. “I wish...

06:32. Wellington Barracks, London The morning air was crisp, but inside the barracks, the heat between them had nothing to do with the weather. Edward and James were Queen's Guards, the kind tourists gawked at outside Buckingham Palace. Red tunics, towering bearskin hats, and that infamous stoic stare. Perfect soldiers, at least on the outside. But beneath the discipline and polished boots, they’d turned their own game i...

Bo and I spent every day of our Christmas break together naked. If we weren’t making out, sucking or fucking each other, we were posing for each other. He shot hundreds of photos of me all around his house. And I drew nearly a hundred sketches of him in every imaginable pose, full body and close up. Bo had secretly given me a key to his front door and I let myself in early the first day of our long holiday. I crept into h...

I took Bo to the first basketball game of the year a week or so before Thanksgiving. He wasn’t very enthusiastic about going until I promised we’d end up at the gym where I work. Then he saw some of the players. “I didn’t know basketball players were this built,” he said as he watched both teams move up and down the court. “Why aren’t they bouncing around more in those loose shorts?” “Bo, you know they wear jock straps to...

It had been almost a month since I gave Bo his first experience with anal sex. Needless to say, he couldn’t get enough. As much as I had loved fucking my boyfriend for the first time, I had to be the strong one and force him to wait at least two or three days between each session. “You know it’s not safe or healthy to have anal sex as often as you want it, Bo,” I had to tell him the Friday before Halloween on the way to m...

Bo and I both had to work all day the first Saturday of October and it was an unusual day for us both. The night before, Bo had used my dildo that closely resembled his cock on me and we jacked each other off to intense orgasms. The feeling of Bo’s “cock” inside me fueled one of the most explosive orgasms I’d ever had. Earlier that night, I had sucked Bo’s real cock to a throat-filling explosion while using his largest bu...

"It's wrong, what you and I are doing." I say this even as I hold him close. He lifts his head from my shoulder to regard me with those large, guileless blue eyes. "How can love ever be wrong?" For weeks now, he's used that word—love—to describe the way we feel about each other. Not once have I uttered it, but I've never disputed it, either. Still, I'm consumed by uncertainty. The young man sitting in the back of my car,...

A couple Fridays after school started, Bo and I headed to his house, ready for the long Labor Day weekend with his house to ourselves. His parents had gone to the beach again, and we were set to spend most of the three-day weekend naked and alone, not counting the few hours we both had to work Saturday and Sunday. When I pulled into the driveway, however, his brother Bobby’s car was there. Bo sighed loudly and rolled his...

A month after Trent and I reached our new agreement, I finished my junior year of college. I'd also quit my job at the café so I could be available to him whenever he wanted me. And it turned out that he wanted me a lot. I was soon spending more nights at his place than my own. The drastic change in my schedule didn't escape Bobby's notice, so I told my roommate I was no longer working at the café because I needed a chang...

As I watched Troy and Alex, panic gripped me like a tight hand around my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I couldn't utter a sound, and my mind was reeling when I slid off the stool and started toward them. "Josh, wait!" Holly called after me, but my entire focus was on the man who had been in my bed, and inside me, last night. The noise of the bar, along with all the people surrounding me, faded until I wasn't a...

“It seems to me,” muttered Balthazar as he stirred the teapot, “That gold, frankincense, and myrrh are pretty stupid gifts to bring a ten-day-old baby. Why don’t we get him a stuffed camel or a rattle or something like that? Something he might actually enjoy?” “Honestly,” said Melchior, “I agree. But Caspar insists. The dream was adamant. It has to be gold, frankincense, and myrrh.” “Pffffff. Those tax collectors doing th...