Gay drama Stories

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...

The leash that I had on myself popped. In an instant, our tongues were in war. Nibbling, kissing, and biting all at once. His hands pulled at my short black hair to bring my face closer and I lifted him by his soft ass cheeks up to me. Our five inches difference in height and body build worried me little, now that he had come on to me. He rubbed his body on me seeking more contact. I could feel his dick against my legs an...

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe what I felt has damned me to deepest pits in hell, but it couldn't be help. I love himMy little brother and I have always been close. He was born prematurely when I was two. So since then I dedicated seventeen years of my life to protect him. I had graduated with a scholarship and was accepted to study abroad and that meant being away from home for at least four years. Away from home meant, being...