Boy X Boy Novels & Stories

Angelina snorted. "I'm guessing, your boyfriend must be inconsiderate, right?" Alex smiled wryly when she said that. "You don't even know him, so don't judge him so carelessly. Don't you realize it's my boyfriend you're mocking?" sneered Angelina. Alex chuckled sarcastically. "I don't need to know him to judge him," Alex said confidently. "Don't be such a big shot. Who the hell are you?" Angelina sneered again. "I'm Alexander Dominik, and everyone says I'm great." Alex boasted. Angelina only replied with a snort.

I did not plan to fall in love before I turned 18, I planned to survive senior year. Lincoln High measured people by two things, college acceptance letters and couple posts, and if you lacked one, you needed the other. The hallways filled with paired hoodies and prom proposals, while my whiteboard filled with one line that stared back at me every morning. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, written in thick black marker by my own hand. I told Liv it was a joke, but the marker still sat on my desk.

I pulled out my copy of The Great Gatsby—we’d been dissecting it for three weeks, and I’d grown to hate the green light almost as much as I loved the prose—and tried to focus on the notes I’d taken the day before. The door opened, and I looked up automatically. It wasn’t Mia. A boy walked in, and the room’s ambient noise dimmed by a few decibels. He was tall, with dark hair that fell across his forehead in a way that looked deliberate but probably wasn’t. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones high, and he moved with an easy confidence that didn’t seem forced. He wore a plain black hoodie and carried a single notebook, like he’d decided school wasn’t worth the effort of a bag.

Matt growled in pleasure and teased the boy's puckered asshole, before moaning out, "What are you, boy?" Tyler tried to break the kiss and shake his head in denial, but the coach held him close. As the boy refused to answer, Matt trailed his hand from the boy's butt back to the boy's cock and balls. Once he had them secured in his grip, he gave them a gentle squeeze. Tyler whimpered again and tried to squirm away, but Matt only tightened his grip to cease any movement in the boy. Tyler sighed in defeat and humiliation into the kiss, before shamefully replying, "I'm a fuckboy, sir."

, said the defiant boy. His name was Gayok and he’s the hot-tempered one of the group. He had always been a frenemy to Takif. If not for Allyssa and the allegiance with their families, they would have fought it out on a battle. “I like butterflies,”, murmured the smallest boy with a shaved head, “They’re gentle and colorful!” “I’m not asking you, shorty. Shut up!”, snapped up by Gayok. The meek boy timidly bows down his head.

But for his mother, he would do anything she wanted—they had suffered enough. "It's the biggest party of every year—it's thrown by the football players of our school. You really should come with us," Ally offered again, glancing towards him before she hurried to squeeze her earrings in. "You'll have lots of fun and meet new people." Kane simply stared at her, judging the mess as she struggled to place on her heels. Although he never wanted a sister, he thought Ally was cool. She had a tomboy vibe, since she lived with only her dad for years and she had acquired all his boyish traits. She played video games, she loved to fight and always spoke what was on her mind, which he often hated. But h

An incessant drumming, a strident guitar matching the voice that sings the verses I don't know. — What is this music? — Haven't you ever heard it? — he asks, shaking his head. — It's called Boys don't cry, it's by a British band called The Cure, who were very successful in the 80's? — What does it talk about? — It literally talks about a guy who has lost the love of his life, and tries to disguise his sadness in order not to appear fragile in front of others, claiming that boys don't cry. — It sounds too sad, why are we listening?

Dylan says. I roll my eyes, “I miss you too.” “Soooo,” Tommy starts, “How was your first day?” “It was...interesting. I made 2 friends. Charlie and Maddy.” “Charlie! Who said you could speak to boys?” Ryan says. “Calm down, Charlie is short for Charlotte. You’ll be happy to know that all of the boys I have interacted with so far are complete assholes so I will definitely not be pursuing any of them.” “They were assholes to you? What did they do? Do we need to come kick their asses?” Tommy asks in rapid succession.

He utters coolly with his trademark, bad boy smolder. I tighten my jaw and lick my lips. Kell cross is the school’s bad boy. He began school last year with his three brothers, Mikhail, Rowan, and Carrick. They were the talk of the school from then on. Four gorgeous boys who live in a home for troubled teens are definitely fodder for juicy speculation. It doesn’t help that they are all fine specimens of manhood.

Mom said irritably. " Brian's father owes Big D, apparently Mr. Tremblay isn't just some wealthy businessman, he has men who do dirty work for Big D, in order words he trains boys to become assassins for Big D's use." My mom dropped her wine glass and sat up on the chair. " I'm gonna need you to sit down Mason." " Fine" Mason said sitting down. " Go on"