Jake found the Nifty Archive one night while scrolling for free gay porn. He clicked story after story, cock already hard in his fist, reading about guys getting face-fucked and bred raw. Every filthy detail made his balls ache. He read until his screen was sticky with pre-cum, then jerked off twice, shooting thick ropes across his chest while imagining some stranger’s dick pounding his hole.
The next day his roommate Mike came home from the gym, shirt clinging to his sweaty chest. Jake couldn’t stop staring at the outline of Mike’s thick cock in those thin shorts. They’d never talked about being into guys, but Jake was done pretending. He pulled up the archive on his laptop and called Mike over.
“Check this shit out,” Jake said, voice low. “Guy gets on his knees and swallows his buddy’s load in the first paragraph.”
Mike leaned in. His breath hitched. Within minutes both of them were rock hard, reading out loud the dirtiest lines. Mike’s hand dropped to his crotch and squeezed. Jake didn’t ask. He just reached over, yanked Mike’s shorts down, and wrapped his fist around that fat, veined cock.
“Fuck, it’s huge,” Jake growled. He dropped to his knees right there on the dorm floor and licked a long stripe up the shaft. Mike grabbed his hair and shoved forward. Jake opened wide and took the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling under the ridge. Spit ran down his chin as Mike started fucking his throat in short, rough thrusts.
“Deeper, cocksucker,” Mike grunted. Jake relaxed and let that thick dick slide into his throat until his nose pressed against Mike’s pubes. He gagged once, eyes watering, but kept swallowing around the meat. Mike’s balls slapped his chin with every pump.
Jake pulled off only long enough to yank his own pants down and bend over the couch. “Fuck me. Use my ass like those stories.”
Mike spit on his hole and pushed two fingers in dry. Jake hissed but pushed back, taking them. Mike added a third, stretching him open fast and rough. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against Jake’s rim and shoved inside in one long, brutal thrust. Jake’s hole burned and clenched, but he moaned like a whore.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Mike snarled, gripping Jake’s hips and pounding. Every stroke bottomed out, balls slapping skin. Jake reached down and jerked his own leaking cock in time with the thrusts. The wet sound of Mike’s dick slamming into his ass filled the room.
“Harder,” Jake begged. “Breed me like the sluts in those stories.”
Mike pulled out, flipped him onto his back on the floor, and drove back in. Jake’s legs went over Mike’s shoulders. The new angle let that cock nail his prostate on every stroke.
Pre-cum poured from Jake’s dick onto his stomach. Mike leaned down and spat in his open mouth, then kissed him dirty, tongues fighting while he kept hammering.
Jake came first, shooting untouched across his own chest and face. His ass clamped down hard. Mike groaned, buried to the root, and unloaded deep. Jake felt every hot pulse of cum flooding his guts, thick and endless. Mike kept grinding, pushing it deeper, until it leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Mike’s cock was still half-hard inside him when he pulled out slow. Cum dribbled from Jake’s wrecked hole onto the floor. Jake reached back, scooped some up, and licked it off his fingers while Mike watched.
“Round two?” Mike asked, already stroking his cock back to full hardness, shiny with their mixed loads.
Jake spread his legs wider. “Fuck yeah. Fill me again.”
They spent the rest of the night reading more Nifty stories out loud between rounds, Jake’s ass getting pounded raw on the bed, the desk, even against the window while Mike fed him load after load. By morning Jake’s hole was puffy, sore, and still leaking cum down his thighs. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
