When Jack heads off to college and his sweet, innocent charm begins pulling in his new roommate, the football team, a fraternity, and eventually much of the campus, Jack discovers that his family’s special brand of closeness travels with him — and only gets filthier.
Chapter 13: The Whole Campus
Jack spent the next two days mostly in bed, naked and leaking, barely able to move.
His body was wrecked in the best possible way — his once-tight little pink starfish was now puffy, sore, and constantly drooling thick white cum. His throat felt raw, and his belly still felt strangely heavy and full from the football team’s seemingly endless loads. Every small shift made more sperm leak out of him and soak into the sheets.
Tyler was incredibly gentle and attentive the entire time. He brought Jack cold water and soft food, helping him sit up when he was too exhausted to do it himself. He wiped the dried cum from Jack’s skin with warm, damp cloths, his touch careful and loving, stroking his hair and murmuring soft words of comfort. He stayed right there beside him for long stretches, sometimes just lying next to Jack and gently rubbing his back or holding his hand. There was a quiet tenderness in the way Tyler looked after him — not just as a roommate doing a favor, but as someone who genuinely cared about the beautiful, overused boy in his bed.
Even when Jack was alone for a few minutes, he groaned softly to himself with a tired little smile.
“Note to self,” he whispered hoarsely, “maybe stretch first next time.”
Everyone knew exactly what had happened; the photos and videos had already exploded across campus group chats and secret forums. Some freshmen whispered that Jack was a hero who’d helped the team celebrate a huge win. Others called him a total slut. They were all correct.
Word spread fast through the dorm building. Boys on every floor knew exactly which room belonged to the blond kid who’d taken the entire football team. A few were annoyed—“Great, now everyone thinks our hall is the slut dorm”—but most were proud. Jack had done a great service for the winning team, helping two dozen massive seniors blow off steam after a hard-fought victory. Intrigue thickened in the hallways. Guys lingered outside Jack and Tyler’s door, stealing glances, wondering if the rumors were true.
By Thursday night Jack was himself again—sweet, soft, and innocent. Tyler resumed their nightly ritual, sliding into Jack’s still-tender hole and flooding him with thick ropes of cum before they both fell asleep tangled together. The sheets were now stiff as cardboard with layer after layer of dried sperm, starting to tear at the seams. The bed springs had given up completely; the mattress sagged in the middle and creaked pitifully with every movement. The boys didn't care—they were spending their nights and mornings in bliss together, and that's all that mattered.
Friday morning Jack resumed his normal campus rituals—tiny white shorts, open-sided tank top, flip-flops—innocently wondering why so many guys were staring and smiling at him in the dining hall and on the quad. He just smiled back with those big blue puppy-dog eyes, completely unaware (or pretending to be) of the videos circulating.
As evening drew near, all eight of his floormates—Nate, Liam, Connor, Mason, Jordan, Zach, Parker, and Riley—crowded into the room with excited grins.
“Party tonight,” Riley announced. “But not at an apartment. We got something way bigger.”
They piled Jack and Tyler into cars and drove across campus. The destination wasn’t a house—it was the school gymnasium, doors supposedly locked and lights off for the weekend. A helpful janitor who’d “heard about the blond kid” let them in with a wink and a knowing smirk.
Inside, the gym was already packed. Every boy from their entire dorm building had shown up, and word had spread far beyond that. More than two hundred guys from all over campus filled the space, stripped down to nothing but underwear, the air already thick with nervous, horny energy. Exercise mats had been dragged out and laid across the polished wooden floor like a giant padded playground.
Jack barely had time to blink before strong hands gently but firmly guided both him and Tyler toward the center of the gym floor. The massive crowd — with more drifting in — had formed a wide, eager circle around the large exercise mats that had been laid out. The air hummed with low voices, shuffling feet, and raw anticipation.
Tyler’s face was flushed with obvious worry as he looked out at the sea of men surrounding them. He swallowed hard, then suddenly stepped forward, positioning himself right beside Jack. He reached out and took his roommate’s hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Whatever happens,” Tyler said, voice low but determined, his eyes meeting Jack’s, “I’ve got your back. We’re doing this together, okay? I’m not letting you take all of them alone.”
Jack looked up at him with those big, soft blue eyes and gave him a small, grateful smile, his expression as sweet and innocent as ever.
The crowd let out a loud, excited roar as the two boys were quickly stripped naked right there in the center of the mats. Hands tugged at their clothes with eager efficiency until both Jack and Tyler stood completely exposed under the bright gymnasium lights. The gang-fuck commenced almost immediately, dozens of hungry hands reaching for them at once as the circle of men began to close in.
It was the locker room all over again—only ten times as intense.
Jack was pulled down onto his back on the thick mat while Tyler was laid right beside him. Cocks of every size and shape surrounded them—hard, leaking, eager. The first wave pushed in fast. Two thick dicks slid into Jack’s mouth at once, stretching his soft lips obscenely while two more forced their way into his already-slick ass. Tyler got the same treatment—double-stuffed in both holes while hands jerked his cock and pinched his nipples. The men took turns, rotating in endless waves, fucking, DPing, spit-roasting, and face-fucking the two freshmen without mercy.
Between rounds the crowd retreated to the bleachers to rest and cheer, watching the main event like it was the hottest game on campus. Then another surge would descend. Jack and Tyler often serviced six cocks at once—two in each hole and one in each hand—jerking off the lucky guys while getting railed and throat-fucked. A never-ending shower of cum rained down on them. Thick ropes painted their faces, chests, and bellies while more loads were pumped deep into their guts. The exercise mats grew slick and slippery; a literal river of sperm flowed off the edges and spread across the polished gym floor in shiny white puddles.
Every pair of balls in the room got drained, many of them more than once. The air reeked of sweat, cum, and raw male lust. Tyler was the one who broke first this time. By the middle of the night his belly was so full of cum he felt nauseated, whimpering softly as another heavy load was forced down his throat. Jack—toughened up by the football team—kept going, smiling that innocent smile even as his own ass overflowed and his body glistened with layer after layer of sperm.
It took all night and most of the next day, but they serviced the entire room.
When it finally ended, the gym floor looked like a crime scene of lust—mats soaked, a wide river of cum snaking across the wood, hundreds of spent boys panting on the bleachers. Tyler was completely wrecked, eyes glassy, belly distended, barely able to stand. Jack was sore but otherwise okay; he helped his roommate up, guided him to the showers, and tenderly washed every drop of cum from Tyler’s body under the hot spray.
As twilight fell on Saturday, Jack walked a shaky Tyler back to their dorm room, one arm around his waist for support. They slipped inside quietly. Jack gently tucked his roommate into the ruined bed, then crawled in behind him, spooning close.
“Thank you for being there for me, Ty,” Jack whispered softly against the back of Tyler’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin.
Tyler let out a tired, happy sigh and reached back to squeeze Jack’s hand. The two of them drifted off like that—naked, sticky, exhausted, and closer than ever—while the broken bed creaked softly beneath them.
Chapter 14: The Janitor’s Reward
Sunday morning light filtered weakly through the blinds of the ruined dorm room. Jack lay on his back in the sagging, cum-stiffened bed, still naked and leaking from the marathon the night before. The sheets had almost completely disintegrated under the weight of nonstop abuse. Sometime during the night Tyler had moved to his own bed across the room where he was curled up now, completely wrecked from the night before—eyes half-lidded, belly full, hole swollen, too exhausted and sore to even sit up.
A quiet but firm knock sounded at the door.
Jack blinked those big blue puppy-dog eyes. “Come in…”
The door opened and the same burly janitor from the gym stepped inside, still wearing his gray work coveralls half-unzipped over a sweat-damp white tank top. His name tag read Ray. He was late forties, thick-necked, heavily muscled from years of manual labor, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a thick mat of dark hair peeking from the top of his tank. The room instantly filled with the rich, working-man scent of him—old sweat, industrial cleaner, and the deep musk of a man who’d already put in half a shift.
Behind him, Connor slipped in and quietly closed the door.
Ray’s eyes roamed over Jack’s naked, cum-glazed body with open hunger. “Heard you took care of the whole damn campus Friday night,” he rumbled, voice low and appreciative. “Figured the guy who made it possible deserves a personal reward. Name’s Ray. I’m the one who let you boys into the gym.”
Jack smiled that soft, sweet, innocent little smile. “Thank you, Mr. Ray… I really appreciated it.”
Ray reached down and slowly unzipped the rest of his coveralls, letting them drop to his ankles. “Yeah, well…you're gonna show me your appreciation.”
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his well-worn, piss-stained jockstrap—the same one he’d had on all morning—and peeled it down just enough to free his thick, uncut cock and heavy, low-hanging balls. The concentrated ball musk rolled out in a thick wave.
Connor stood off to the side, already breathing harder, his basketball shorts tenting.
Ray glanced at his son and grinned. “Don’t just stand there, boy. Your roommate earned this. Help me thank him properly.”
That was all it took.
Connor dropped to his knees beside Jack, his face flushed with a mixture of nerves and raw hunger.
Ray and Connor began sharing the slim blond like they’d been waiting for this moment their whole lives. The father and son worked together with an almost eerie synchronicity, as if some deep, unspoken bond had finally snapped into place. They lifted Jack between them, positioning the pretty boy on his hands and knees on the mat. Ray slid his thick cock into Jack’s already cum-drenched ass from behind, while Connor knelt in front of him and pushed his own hard length past those soft, angelic lips.
Then they really began.
Ray and Connor spit-roasted the angelic freshman — one thick cock in his ass, the other stretching his throat. They passed him back and forth between them with smooth, practiced rhythm, one pulling out as the other thrust in, keeping Jack constantly full at both ends. Jack moaned those sweet, breathy little sounds he always made when he was overwhelmed with pleasure, his big blue eyes fluttering and wondrous even as drool and cum ran down his chin.
The rest of the floor — Nate, Liam, Mason, Jordan, Zach, Parker, and Riley — quietly filtered in from the hallway, drawn by the sounds. They crowded around the three of them in a tightening circle, eyes dark with lust as they watched Ray and Connor use the sweet blond so perfectly.
Soon hands were reaching for Jack from every direction. Cocks were fed into his hands and pressed against his cheeks while the father and son continued to spit-roast him with deep, filthy strokes. The room filled with the wet sounds of sucking, the slap of skin on skin, and the low murmurs of the other boys as they took turns using Jack’s mouth and hands whenever Ray or Connor pulled back for a moment.
Through it all, Jack stayed soft and sweet, his innocent smile never quite leaving his lips even as he was passed back and forth between father and son like the perfect shared toy they both desperately wanted.
But the longer they worked Jack together, the more excited Ray and Connor became. Their eyes kept meeting over the blond’s body. Their hands started brushing. Their cocks would slide together inside Jack’s stretched hole, then rub against each other when they pulled out. The taboo heat between father and son finally snapped.
Ray grabbed the back of Connor’s neck with one big hand and yanked his son into a deep, filthy kiss right above Jack’s back. Their tongues tangled hungrily, wet and urgent, while they continued to use the blond boy beneath them. When Ray finally broke the kiss, he stayed close, lips brushing against Connor’s as he growled low and rough with pride.
“Look at you, son… taking what you fucking want. You’re making me so goddamn proud right now.”
Then, without another word, Ray grabbed the back of Connor’s neck and spun his son around with rough authority. He bent the younger man over the edge of the bed right beside Jack, forcing Connor’s chest down onto the mattress so his ass was presented high and vulnerable.
Connor’s eyes widened in shock. “Dad!…fuck, wait—” he started, voice cracking with disbelief, but the protest died instantly as Ray shoved forward in one powerful, possessive thrust.
Connor let out a broken, guttural moan as his father’s thick cock speared deep into his ass in a single brutal stroke, stretching him wide and filling him completely. The sudden, overwhelming fullness made his legs tremble and his fingers claw desperately at the sheets.
“F-fuck… Dad…” Connor gasped, his voice shaky with a confusing storm of emotions — shock, shame, and a raw, undeniable surge of pleasure. His hole clenched hard around the invading shaft, still sensitive and slick from everything that had happened earlier. The feeling of his own father buried balls-deep inside him was overwhelming — filthy, wrong, and intensely good all at once.
Ray didn’t give him any time to adjust. He started fucking his son hard and deep, long, powerful strokes that made Connor’s body jolt forward with every thrust. The slap of skin on skin filled the room as Ray claimed his boy with possessive hunger.
At the same time, multiple dicks were being slammed into Jack’s own eager ass. Nate and Liam pressed Ray’s filthy jockstrap against the blond’s pretty face and shoved the musky, sweat-soaked work socks into his mouth and under his nose while the father-son action continued. Jack moaned softly around the rank gear, inhaling the heavy, salty, working-man funk with wide, wondrous eyes as the rest of the boys continued working him over relentlessly—cocks in his hands, more gear pressed to his face—while father and son lost themselves.
Connor came first, blasting thick ropes across the bed where they spattered onto the wall while Ray kept pounding his ass from behind. Ray followed soon after, flooding his son’s guts with a heavy load.
When Ray finally pulled out, Connor collapsed onto the bed, eyes wide with shock and mortification. Thick ropes of his own father’s cum leaked from his stretched hole. His face burned crimson as the reality of what he’d just done with his dad hit him. He jumped up and quickly scurried out of the room.
Ray, breathing heavily and still rock-hard, turned back to Jack with a hungry grin. “Now… where were we, sweetheart?”
He grabbed Jack’s hips and slid back into the freshman’s wrecked, overflowing hole, fucking him with long, powerful strokes while the rest of the boys kept using his mouth and hands. Ray unloaded one final, massive load deep inside Jack, then stepped back, chest heaving.
That was when two more janitors—invited by Ray—stepped into the already crowded room. One of them was Nate’s dad, a stocky, hairy man named Frank who looked just as strong and blue-collar as Ray. The second was a tall, quiet, powerfully built man with a thick mustache.
Frank’s eyes locked on Jack’s cum-drenched body. Without a word he unzipped, pulled out his massive cock, and stepped forward. He fucked Jack hard and deep right there on the bed, pounding the freshman with powerful strokes while the boys held Jack’s legs wide. When Frank finally came he pulled out and painted Jack’s pretty face with an enormous hyperspermic load—thick, rope after rope, far more than seemed humanly possible—until the blond’s entire body was completely glazed white and dripping.
Nate watched the whole thing, eyes wide with sudden, overwhelming lust. Seeing his father’s cock for the first time—thick, veiny, and still throbbing—and watching his massive load completely cover Jack broke something in him. He stepped forward and boldly grabbed his dad’s bare cock. “Dad… I saw what Connor and Ray just did. I want that too.”
Frank looked stunned and resisted at first, stepping back. “Nate—what the hell are you—”
Ray cut in with a low, authoritative chuckle, still stroking his spent cock. “Go on, Frank. Just go for it. Look at these boys… they’re begging for it. Nothing wrong with giving your son what he needs. I’ll watch.”
Frank hesitated only a moment longer before Ray’s encouragement and the sheer charged atmosphere of the room broke him. He pulled his son into a rough kiss. Nate dropped to his knees immediately, taking his father’s still-cum-slick cock into his mouth and sucking with hungry, sloppy devotion. Frank groaned, hands tangling in Nate’s hair, guiding his son deeper until the boy was gagging and drooling. They moved to the bed beside Jack; Frank bent Nate over and ate his son’s ass with loud, wet slurps before sliding his thick cock inside him. Father and son fucked hard—Nate moaning brokenly, pushing back onto his dad’s dick while Frank growled filthy praise. Nate came first, shooting across the sheets while his father kept pounding. Frank followed with a roar, flooding his son’s guts with another hyperspermic load that immediately spurted out around his shaft. They kissed messily, cum and spit swapping between them, before Frank finally pulled out.
When they were done, Frank and Nate gathered their clothes and left together, heading straight for Nate’s room to continue their activities in private.
Meanwhile the second janitor had already stepped up. He was tall and quiet, powerfully built, and he railed Jack with long, deep strokes, adding his own heavy load to the freshman’s overflowing hole before stepping back.
Jack lay in the middle of it all, completely wrecked and soaked in sweat and sperm, reeking of every man who had used him. His holes were gaping and overflowing, his pretty face glazed and shining.
Ray gently wiped a thick strand of cum from Jack’s cheek with his thumb, then leaned down and kissed the boy’s forehead with surprising tenderness.
“Anytime you need the gym again… or anything else… you just say the word, sweetheart.”
Jack could barely lift his head, but those big blue puppy-dog eyes fluttered open and he gave Ray the softest, sweetest smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Ray…” he whispered hoarsely. “I really liked being your reward.”
Chapter 15: Home for the Holidays
The semester finally ended the week before Christmas. The dorm hallways emptied out, suitcases rolled down the stairs, and Jack and Tyler packed up the last of their things from the wrecked room. The mattress was beyond saving, the sheets little more than stiff rags held together by dried cum. Tyler zipped his duffel and glanced at Jack, who was folding his tiny white shorts with that same sweet, innocent care.
“My family’s doing Christmas at home this year,” Tyler said casually. “Dad already said it’s cool if you come with me.”
Jack’s big blue puppy-dog eyes lit up. “Really? I’d love that. My family never does anything special for the holidays.”
Tyler smiled, a little guilty, a little excited. “Great. Pack light. We leave tomorrow.”
Later that afternoon, while Jack was carefully rolling up another pair of tiny white shorts, his phone rang. It was Michael.
“Hey, buddy,” his dad’s deep voice came through the speaker, warm and relaxed. “Just wanted to let you know Ryan and I are heading out on a father-son fishing trip up North for the holidays. We’ve been talking about doing something like this for a while. You okay with that? Tyler’s Dad said you’re welcome to spend Christmas with them.”
Jack smiled softly, big blue eyes soft with understanding. “That sounds really nice, Dad. Have fun with Ryan. Tell him I said hi.”
Michael chuckled. “Will do. Love you, kid. Merry Christmas.”
As Jack hung up, he had no idea how much had changed between his father and older brother since he’d left for college. Every night since Jack moved into the dorm, Michael and Ryan had grown extremely close—sharing a bed, sharing each other’s bodies, devouring one another with the same hungry, no-limits passion they’d once reserved for Jack. The father-son fishing trip wasn’t just a vacation; it was the formalization of their new, unbreakable devotion to each other.
The drive home with Tyler was quiet and easy. When they pulled into the driveway of Tyler’s modest two-story house, Mark was waiting on the porch in jeans and a flannel shirt, looking every bit the normal, hardworking dad. He clapped Tyler on the back and gave Jack a firm, friendly handshake, eyes warm but carefully neutral.
“Glad you could join us, Jack. It's good to see you again.” Mark’s voice was perfectly casual, like the wild time at the dorm had never happened. He didn’t let on just how happy he was to see Jack again. Tyler matched the tone, laughing about classes and pretending everything between him and his father was exactly as it had always been.
That evening Tyler’s older brother Caleb came home from his own college break. Caleb was twenty, lean and athletic with the same brown hair as Tyler but a softer, almost boyish face and an easy, flirtatious grin. He knew nothing about what had gone on at university—nothing about the football team, the dorm gangbang, or the secret things his dad and brother had done together. The moment Caleb’s eyes landed on Jack, he was smitten.
“Damn… you’re the roommate?” Caleb said, unable to hide the way his gaze drifted down Jack’s smooth legs and the tiny white shorts that clung to his body. “Tyler didn’t say you were… well, he didn't tell me much about you.”
Jack just smiled that soft, sweet, innocent smile and offered a shy little wave. “Hi. It’s really nice to meet you.”
The four of them had a normal family dinner—pizza, football on TV, small talk about classes and holiday plans. Mark and Tyler acted perfectly normal, never once letting anything slip. But Caleb couldn’t stop staring at Jack.
Later that night, after Mark had gone to bed, Caleb knocked softly on the guest room door where Jack was staying. Tyler had already crashed in his own room down the hall.
“Hey… you still up?” Caleb asked, stepping inside. He was shirtless, wearing only loose basketball shorts, his cock already half-hard against the fabric.
Jack sat up in bed wearing nothing but the tiny white shorts, big blue eyes blinking sleepily. “Yeah… couldn’t really sleep.”
Caleb closed the door behind him. “I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you at dinner.” His voice was low, hungry. “You’re… really fucking pretty, Jack.”
Jack tilted his head, that innocent little smile curving his lips. “You think so?”
Caleb crossed the room in two strides and climbed onto the bed. He kissed Jack slow and deep at first, then harder, hands roaming over the blond’s smooth chest and down to the front of those tiny shorts. Jack moaned sweetly into his mouth, melting against him exactly like he always did. Caleb peeled the shorts down Jack’s long legs, freeing the thick, heavy cock that sprang up hard and leaking.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” Caleb breathed, wrapping his hand around it and stroking. Jack just whimpered softly, big blue eyes half-lidded as he let Caleb explore.
They took their time.
Caleb dropped to his knees between Jack’s spread thighs, eyes glassy with lust. He wrapped his lips around the fat head of Jack’s enormous cock and sucked with eager, sloppy devotion, gagging himself as he tried to take more of the thick length down his throat. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room as strings of spit ran down Caleb’s chin and dripped onto the sheets. Jack gently held the back of his head, fingers running through his hair, and whispered soft, sweet encouragements.
“That’s it… just like that,” Jack murmured, his voice breathy and kind. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Relax your throat for me, baby… you’re doing so good.”
Caleb moaned around the thick shaft, eyes watering, but he kept trying, bobbing his head faster and taking Jack deeper until his nose was buried in the blond’s smooth pubes.
Jack finally pulled him up, kissed him deeply, and flipped him onto his back. He pushed Caleb’s legs back toward his chest, spreading him wide open, and buried his face between those smooth cheeks. He ate Caleb’s ass with slow, loving, filthy licks — dragging his tongue in long strokes from hole to balls, then stiffening it and pushing deep inside. Caleb’s back arched off the bed as Jack devoured him, tongue-fucking his tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while the boy whimpered and begged.
“Jack… fuck… please… I need you inside me…”
Jack smiled that same soft, angelic smile and climbed on top of him. He lined up his thick, leaking cock and slid inside raw in one long, slow thrust. Caleb’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as Jack filled him completely. The blond boy fucked him with long, deep strokes, rolling his hips beautifully so every thrust dragged across Caleb’s prostate.
They had to bite pillows to stay quiet. Caleb’s loud, desperate moans were muffled into the fabric as Jack railed him missionary, staring down into his eyes with that wondrous, innocent expression the entire time.
They switched positions again and again, never wanting the night to end.
Jack pushed Caleb onto his back and climbed on top of him in reverse-cowgirl, straddling the older boy’s hips. He reached back, lined up Caleb’s hard cock with his slick hole, and slowly sank down, taking every inch with a soft, breathy moan. Once he was fully seated, Jack started riding — slow and sensual at first, rolling his narrow hips in smooth circles so Caleb could watch every ripple and jiggle of that perfect little ass up close. The sight was mesmerizing: Jack’s smooth, creamy cheeks bouncing and flexing as he gradually picked up speed, slamming himself down harder and faster, his heavy cock slapping wetly against Caleb’s stomach with every bounce.
Caleb’s hands gripped Jack’s waist tightly, groaning loudly as he watched the blond twink use him so beautifully.
Then Jack flipped him over.
He pushed Caleb onto all fours and mounted him from behind in doggy-style. Jack slid back inside with one long, smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Caleb’s tight heat. He fucked him with deep, steady strokes, one hand gently wrapping around Caleb’s leaking cock and stroking him in perfect time with every thrust. Jack’s slim hips snapped forward again and again, driving his thick cock into Caleb with loving but relentless force.
Caleb’s moans grew louder and more desperate, muffled into the pillow as Jack railed him. It didn’t take long before the older boy tensed up, his whole body shaking as he came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the sheets in powerful pulses while Jack kept fucking him through it, stroking him dry with that same gentle, devoted rhythm.
Jack followed soon after. He buried himself deep, pressed his chest against Caleb’s back, and flooded his guts with thick, heavy ropes of cum. His soft, breathy voice whispered right against Caleb’s ear, sweet and tender:
“You feel so good…”
They were still tangled together, Jack’s cock softening inside Caleb and cum leaking out around it, when the bedroom door creaked open.
Mark stood in the doorway in nothing but gray boxer briefs, eyes wide with shock as he took in the sight: his oldest son on all fours, ass up and gaping, with sweet, innocent little Jack Thompson still buried balls-deep inside him, both of them glistening with sweat and cum.
Mark’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His gaze flicked from Jack’s soft, wondering blue eyes to the thick white load slowly dripping from Caleb’s stretched hole. His own cock twitched hard and visibly in his boxers, the front of the fabric suddenly tenting as a dark wet spot began to bloom.
For a long, heavy moment the room was silent except for the ragged breathing of the two boys on the bed.
Mark’s hand tightened on the doorknob, knuckles white, caught between pure shock and undeniable arousal.