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I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 2

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 looked down too. My boxers were stained. Right over the crotch. Sticky. Cold.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed. “It’s real.”

Jules blinked. ...

My New Roommate - Epilogue

I 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.

I froze, heart pounding, listening for any sound. Nothing. Not a breath, not a creak, not the faintest shuffle. The room smelled faintly of him, ...

My New Roommate - Finale

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.

“Owen,” he said low, “I should tell you something.”

I stayed quiet.

“The whole ‘innocent’ thing? That was me messing with you...

My New Roommate - Part 10

I 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 could barely breathe around him anymore without wanting to grab him and beg.

And maybe that’s what he wanted.

By nightfall, I was wound so t...

My New Roommate - Part 9

Damien 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 living with someone who understands how it feels to be a guy in his twenties,” he said while sipping water, eyes wide, almost innocent. “All the hor...

My New Roommate - Part 8

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 the same cramped bed like we always did.

Only this time, Damien slid under the covers with just his boxers on, shirtless, his skin practically g...

My New Roommate - Part 7

He 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 his lap like I hadn’t already seen everything.

“No—no, fuck, Owen… you found me.” His voice cracked with shame, cheeks burning red.

My New Roommate- Part 6

For 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 wet dreams. The stained underwear hidden like precious secrets. I knew Damien jerked off now—finally. But that wasn’t enough.

I wante...

My New Roommate - Part 5

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

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 damp. Not soaked, but… stained. A soft patch, subtle, but there. He was facing away from me, like I was still asleep.

And I knew.

I Had To Share A Bed With My New Roommate- Part 4

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 said we had to sell one of the twin beds, I thought maybe I’d die. Or explode. Or jerk off until my brain collapsed. But instead, I just lay there�...

My New Roommate - Part 3

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 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 to the thought of his body not moving, not touching, not reacting—I lost my patience.

So I started setting traps.

Little thing...

Important Note on the "Stepbrother" Story

Hey 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 story remains exactly the same. Everything I've written so far stayed the same except for the "stepbrother" direct mentions, so you should enjoy the sto...

My New Roommate - Part 2

Okay, 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 porn. No stains. No sounds at night. His shower sessions are short. His underwear stays clean. His hands never disappear under the blanket. It’s li...

Poll Results

Thank 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!

The Sauce... - Chapter 5

We 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, kissing him harder, deeper, biting his bottom lip just enough to make him groan.

Our dicks rubbed against each other — thick, hard, slick wi...

My friend came over after a horny videocall - Chapter 4

I 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. Anxious. Nervous.

Because it wasn’t just a dream.
Last night happened.

The call. The jerking. The dirty talk.
That cocky win...

I facetimed my friend after he caught me jerking off to him - Chapter 3

I 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. Caught me red-handed, jerking off to a private video he never meant to send. A video where he moaned my name. And I moaned his back like I was b...