I shoved the door shut behind us, the lock clicking loud in the empty dorm room. Jake was already yanking his shirt off, his chest slick with sweat from the gym, nipples hard in the cool air. "Been thinking about your cock all day," he said, voice low and rough. No slow shit, no talking feelings. Just need.
I grabbed him by the belt, pulled him close and smashed my mouth on his. Tongues sliding wet, teeth clicking. My hand went straight down his shorts, found his dick already stiff and leaking. I squeezed it hard through the fabric. "Fuck, you're dripping," I growled. He moaned into my mouth and thrust into my fist.
Clothes hit the floor fast. His shorts and boxers dropped, cock springing up thick and veined, head shiny. Mine was just as hard, slapping against my stomach when I kicked my jeans away. We didn't bother with the bed at first. I spun him around, bent him over the desk, ass up. That tight, smooth hole winked at me, pink and ready. I spat on my fingers and shoved two in without warning. Jake grunted, pushing back. "Yeah, open me up. Finger that ass."
I worked him quick and dirty, scissoring, stretching, adding a third finger when he started begging. "Give me your dick, man. Fuck me raw." No lube, just spit and his own precum I smeared around. I lined up, pressed the head against his hole, and pushed in one long thrust. He took it all, groaning deep as my balls slapped his taint.
I fucked him hard right there, hips snapping, the desk creaking under us. His ass clenched around my shaft like a fist, hot and tight. Every pull out left him gasping, every slam back in made him push back for more. Sweat dripped off my chest onto his back. "Take it, you horny fuck," I said, reaching around to jerk his cock in time with my thrusts. He was rock hard, balls tight.
We moved to the floor when the desk started sliding. I got him on his back, legs over my shoulders, and drove in deeper. His hole sucked me in, gripping every inch. I watched my cock disappear into him, shiny with spit and pre, stretching that ring wide. Jake's face was flushed, mouth open, eyes half-lidded. "Harder. Pound my ass." I did, pounding until the slap of skin on skin filled the room.
He came first, untouched, shooting thick ropes across his stomach and chest while I kept fucking through it. His ass pulsed around me, milking my dick. That pushed me over. I buried myself balls deep and unloaded, pumping cum straight into his guts. Pulse after pulse, filling him until it leaked out around my shaft.
We stayed locked like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then I pulled out slow, watching my load drip from his used hole. Jake grinned, wiped some up with his fingers, and sucked them clean. "Round two in the shower?"
We didn't even make it to the shower. He dropped to his knees and swallowed my half-hard cock, cleaning off the mix of cum and ass with his tongue. I got hard again fast. This time I sat on the edge of the bed while he rode me, bouncing on my dick, his own cock slapping between us. I grabbed his hips and thrust up to meet him, watching his face twist in pleasure.
By the third round we were both wrecked, covered in sweat and cum, but still going. Jake on all fours this time, me behind him, long slow strokes turning into another rough pounding. We came together again, him painting the sheets, me adding another load deep inside.
After that we finally hit the shower, soaping each other up just to get dirty again. Hands sliding over wet skin, fingers finding holes, mouths on cocks until we both shot down each other's throats. Back in bed, still damp, we passed out tangled together.
Morning came with his mouth on my dick again. We fucked one more lazy time, slow and deep under the covers, cum from the night before still slick inside him. No rush, just two young guys using each other raw until we both got off one last time.
We didn't talk much after. Just grinned, got dressed, and headed out like nothing happened. But we both knew it would happen again. And soon.
