Boyxboy Novels & Stories

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."

"Just your best friend who is hungry, I told you I don't love him anymore. Why do I have to take care of his feelings again?" Joey tightened his grip on Raisa's arm which was struggling to release. "Let go of the— '' "Let go of my girl's hand!" The sound of bazz cut off Atha's stern shout which entered the crowd past him. The white-faced, sharp-nosed boy with thick eyebrows walked casually, a little sweat still remaining on the tip of his temples. "Don't you dare touch him even the tip of your nail or I'll cut your hand!" Yuda released Joey's grasping grasping, staring at him with glowing eyes ready to fight.

“What about it?” “Who were those boys Loa? Why were they helping us?" “You're asking me,” I snort, kicking at a rock as we walk to school. “I was surprised as you. They’re Z level boys, so I'm not sure what happened yesterday." “Where’d you go?” “With Sammy.” “Sammy? As in Samuel Blue?” “I guess,” I shrug, glancing at her. “You know him?” “Of course I know him! Everyone knows him!”

Something about the sound of a gun cocking gives me goosebumps every time. Holding a power capable of killing someone with just the pull of a trigger. What a fucking rush! "Please." I turn my eyes toward the broken body lying on the ground. There's this blood trail that's a good three feet in length from where he was originally dropped by my men. And now he's at my feet, begging.

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?

If the Voss family weren’t top of the feds’ list, I’d have stabbed them both. “Um, what can we get for you?” the boy asked, recovering faster. As fake as possible, I smiled. “What’s good here?” I squinted at the menu—names made no sense. “Um, there’s one with strawberries, mango, pineapple, and avocado… but it’s the best! I swear it tastes better than sex under moonlight,” the boy said excitedly. My cock jumped at “sex.” The bastard wouldn’t lay low whenever it heard anything sexual.

I got inside and made my way all the way to back and crouched under a desk. Then I let the tears flow.I cried about everything.My mom and dads separation,how shitty I was feeling and my friends betrayal I cried till my head ached and I could feel my face swollen. I continued sobbing till I heard a voice at my back. I raised my head and looked at the person crouching beside me. It was a boy .And not any boy at that ,a freakishly handsome boy.

the shiny boy replied as the cutting boy said, "You ain't the boss of me, I'll do whatever I want..." "Yeah yeah, you don't have to tell me that" the shiny boy said making the cutting boy angry as he replied, "What in the... I'll kill you!!!" The girl began laughing as she cleaned her tears seeing the both of them goofing around. The shiny boy smiled as he then introduced himself, "I'm Daiki, it's nice to meet you"

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.

For the first time in twenty-four years, Adrian Vale wasn't in control. And as he looked down at the artist—the boy who had ruined his tie, his schedule, and his heart—Adrian realized that he had never felt more powerful. "I break the rule," Adrian whispered against Kai’s neck. "I break them all." Kai wrapped his legs around Adrian’s waist, pulling him down. "Good boy," he breathed.