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His roommate Hunter was at practice until at least 8 PM, and the quiet afternoon light filtering through the blinds made the small room feel almost peaceful. At nineteen, Blake was a lean, athletic 5’10” with smooth skin, defined abs from years of swimming, and a tight, perky ass that he knew drew stares in the locker room.

He lay on his back on the bottom bunk, completely naked except for the pair of white Calvin Klein briefs he was holding stretched between his feet. Legs raised high, knees bent, he slowly flexed his toes, pulling the soft fabric taut. His cock — thick, cut, 6.5 inches with a slight upward curve — rested heavy against his lower abs, already half-hard and leaking.

He’d been horny all day. Now he was teasing himself, stretching the waistband wide with his feet, exposing his smooth hole and heavy balls to the cool dorm air. A thin string of pre-cum stretched from his slit down to his happy trail.

“Fuck…” he muttered, biting his lip as he rocked his hips slightly.

He was so lost in the sensation that he didn’t hear the door open.

Hunter stepped inside, backpack slung over one shoulder, and froze.

“Jesus, Blake…”

Blake’s eyes snapped open. Hunter — 6’1”, broad-shouldered, with a wrestler’s thick muscle — dropped his bag, kicked the door shut, and locked it.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Hunter said, voice low and rough. He pulled off his shirt and crawled onto the bed.

Blake kept his legs up, feet still holding the briefs stretched wide. Hunter moved between his thighs, big hands gripping Blake’s calves and pushing them back further.

“Been wanting this for months,” Hunter growled.

He leaned down and ate Blake’s ass with filthy hunger, tongue pushing deep while stroking Blake’s leaking cock. Blake moaned loudly, toes curling hard in the stretched briefs.

Hunter added two thick fingers, curling them firmly against Blake’s prostate. The pleasure built fast. Blake’s cock throbbed in Hunter’s fist until he came with a broken cry — thick ropes of cum shooting across his own chest and abs.

Hunter didn’t waste a second.

He scooped up a generous amount of Blake’s fresh, warm cum from his stomach with two fingers and slicked it over his own thick 8-inch cock, mixing it with his spit. The creamy white load made his shaft glisten obscenely. He used the rest to coat Blake’s already twitching hole, pushing two cum-slick fingers back inside to loosen him further.

“Gonna use your own load as lube,” Hunter growled, lining up the fat head of his cock.

He pushed forward, sliding into Blake in one long, smooth thrust, Blake’s cum helping him bottom out easily. The wet, filthy sound of cum-slick flesh filled the room as Hunter started fucking him deep and hard.

“Fuck—Hunter—” Blake gasped, feeling the slick warmth of his own load being pushed deeper with every thrust.

Hunter pounded him relentlessly, using Blake’s cum as lube to drive in harder, faster. The creamy white fluid frothed at Blake’s stretched rim and leaked out around Hunter’s thick shaft with every stroke, dripping down over Blake’s balls.

Hunter leaned down, folding Blake nearly in half, and kissed him messily while continuing to rail him. He reached between them, smearing more of Blake’s cum over his cock and stroking him back to full hardness.

Blake’s second orgasm hit even harder. He came again, shooting across his own chest while Hunter fucked him through it, using the fresh load to make everything even slicker.

Hunter finally buried himself deep, groaning loudly as he unloaded — pulse after heavy pulse of hot cum mixing with Blake’s own inside him. When he pulled out, a thick, creamy mix of both their loads gushed from Blake’s used hole, running down his crack and pooling on the sheets.

They collapsed together, sweaty and spent.

Hunter kissed him lazily, still catching his breath. “Next time, you’re keeping those briefs on while I fuck you.”

Blake laughed breathlessly, already feeling his cock twitch again at the thought.

“Deal.”

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