Jacob burst through the dorm door, the pamphlet from the clinic crumpled in his fist like a guilty secret, his heart hammering from the sprint back across campus. The room smelled of stale coffee and Cade's cologne; woody, grounding, a faint undercurrent of that Alpha musk that now twisted his gut with fresh wariness, a minefield of biology they couldn’t ignore. Cade was up, thank fuck, perched on his bed in nothing but gray boxer briefs that hugged his thick thighs and the heavy bulge of his cock, the V of his muscled torso on full display, scrolling through his phone with a yawn. His broad shoulders flexed as he looked up, dark hair tousled from sleep, those piercing blue eyes narrowing at Jacob's flushed face and disheveled state.
"Dude, you look like you saw a ghost. Clinic that bad?" Cade set his phone aside, swinging his legs over the edge, the fabric of his briefs shifting to outline the soft, meaty length draped against his leg—easily seven inches even flaccid, the kind of endowment that screamed Alpha.
Jacob collapsed onto his own bed, the springs groaning under him, his ass still leaking a trickle of the doctor's cum into his boxers, a sticky reminder that made him clench involuntarily. The hypersensitivity lingered, every shift sending an illicit spark through his hole, nerves firing like they'd been rewired. He thrust the pamphlet at Cade, words tumbling out in a rush: “Not a ghost, but something just as unbelievable. Something… bigger. They ran tests, did bloodwork and, well…more than that even. But there’s no doubt now. I’m an Omega, Cade. Like, the real deal. One in a million.”
Cade snatched the paper and sat up slowly, his dark eyes scanning the bold print, his massive frame tensing. The room felt smaller with him like that, all coiled muscle and quiet intensity, the football-built physique under that bookish exterior, pecs rising and falling faster now. Jacob could only hear Cade’s breath and the hum from the campus quad outside his window.
"Omega? Shit, Jacob... that explains a lot." He rubbed a hand over his close-cropped hair, eyes flicking back to the text. "I've read about this. They give you a ton of things to read when you’re first diagnosed as an Alpha. We don’t just affect each other, we feed into each other My Heats... they were pretty normal before you, but since we hooked up? It's like you're a trigger."
Jacob's stomach dropped. "Wait, you mean…"
"Yeah." Cade's voice dropped low, a rumble that vibrated through the air. "Your scent's probably why I went off twice so fast. And Marcus? That lab fucker? No wonder he lost it." He stood, pacing the narrow space between beds, his briefs tenting subtly as arousal stirred, traitorous biology at work. The outline thickened, the head pushing against the waistband, a dark spot of pre forming. "We need to get you on blockers, stat. But first, talk me through it. All of it."
Jacob nodded, throat tight. “According to the pamphlet, my pheromones are a little different than yours. Instead of your Heats, we go through Ruts. The pheromones are just as strong, actually he suggested mine might be even more powerful than normal. They’ll drive anyone around me to unstoppable lust, and they’ll activate an Alpha Heat off schedule. The one positive is that I should be able to learn to control it. I hope I can do it soon. All this time, I've been wondering why I feel like a live wire sometimes, why people get weird around me.”
“Who has gotten weird around you other than Marcus?”
Jacob twisted uncomfortably, not wanting to confess, the exam, the sudden violation, the way Ronan’s burly body had pinned him, that thick cock splitting him wide while Theo’s girth choked his throat. But Cade’s face darkened the longer Jacob held back the secret of what happened in that hot exam room.
Finally, at a growl from Cade, Jacob shared the details, graphic, unfiltered: Ronan's hairy chest pressing down, the wet drag of his veined shaft churning deep, Theo's fat cock battering his tonsils until cum flooded his gut. Cade listened, fists clenching, his own cock now fully hard, straining the fabric to near-tearing, the full ten inches outlined in stark relief, balls churning visibly beneath. But he didn't pounce; instead, he sat beside Jacob, a heavy hand on his knee, thumb stroking soothing circles. "I'm sorry, man. This world's fucked. But you're not alone. We'll figure it out. There must be classes, meditation, something we can do.”
“I'm a walking trigger,” Jacob sighed, voice cracking a bit. “The doc said Omegas are immune to blockers. Can't pop a pill to shut it down. So, if I slip, I could set off any Alpha in range. Or worse, just make everyone horny as hell without meaning to. What if I fuck up classes? Parties? Hell, what if I trigger some random dude on the street?”
Cade's expression softened, but his scent shifted— that deep, earthy Alpha musk thickening the air, a subtle reminder of their biology clashing. Jacob hadn’t noticed it before, that maybe it was always there on some level, even if he wasn’t actively in Heat, a low lying thrum that ebbed and flowed with his moods. “Hey, breathe. We’re going to figure this out. The doc suggested there’s things you can do, right? And it's not like you're a bomb waiting to go off. You're still you; Jake, the guy who won’t stop talking about Lord of the Rings and mitosis.”
Jacob blushed. Only his ex had ever really called him Jake.
“Still friends then?” Jacob said.
“Friends?” Cade said with a laugh. “Friends, best friends, and roommates.”
They sat there, shoulders brushing, unpacking the what-ifs: Cade venting about the isolation of being Alpha, always the hunter, never chased; Jacob confessing the fear of being seen as a freak, not a friend. Jacob felt relieved that Cade would be so vulnerable with him, would share his innermost thoughts and fears. They talked about control and surrender, lust and want, fear and desire. For roommates, it meant navigating the dorm like a minefield of temptation, but with trust as their shield. Cade reached up and put his hand on Jacob’s shoulder, fingers squeezing with reassuring strength, thumb grazing the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. Sparks danced down Jacob’s spine.
“Just promise me we’ll always communicate. No secrets between us. If something happens, we talk about it. If we feel some strange feelings coming on, we help each other out however we can,” Cade said.
“Promise,” he said with a grin. The grin eased the tension, but the air crackled, unspoken heat simmering.
“Today, though? Hit the gym with me. Clear your head. Coach has optional drills; might distract you," Cade said.
Jacob hesitated. He’d already set off a threesome in a doctor’s office and it wasn’t even ten in the morning. What would happen if his body went off in the middle of a gym? But no. He couldn’t live in fear for the rest of his life, hiding in his dorm room. Maybe strengthening his body even more would allow him better control. Besides, as much as his body screamed for a rest, isolation felt worse.
"Yeah. Okay." A shower first. Hot water sluiced over his marked skin, washing away the clinic's evidence, though the pamphlet's words burned in his mind: Learn control to avoid Rut frenzy. By the time he toweled off, Cade was dressed in loose shorts and a tank that did nothing to hide his sculpted arms or the V of his torso, the fabric clinging to his abs. They headed out, the mid-morning sun warming the paths, students milling toward classes. Jacob's steps were ginger, but the fresh air helped, pushing back the fog of humiliation.
The campus gym was a hive. Weights clanging, treadmills whirring, the scent of sweat and rubber mats thick. Cade led him to the free weights area, where a cluster of athletes grunted through sets: the football team, mostly, burly guys with egos to match. Among them was the blond from the clinic—Tyler, Jacob recalled from overheard chatter, a football and lacrosse star with that buzzcut and smug grin. He was mid-bench, shirtless, sweat gleaming on his chiseled torso, pecs bouncing as he racked the bar. His shorts rode low, the thick bulge shifting with each breath. Spotting them, Tyler's eyes locked on Jacob again, a predatory gleam flashing before he turned back to his reps.
Cade clapped Jacob on the back. "Start light. You probably don’t do a ton of upper body work for track work outs. Let’s hit some dumbbells for curls." They fell into rhythm, the burn in Jacob's arms a welcome distraction, but tension simmered. Whispers rippled through the group; heads turned their way. Was it the pheromones already? Jacob's skin prickled, a subtle heat building in his core, his body betraying him with a fresh slickness between his cheeks. Cade noticed, nostrils flaring, his own scent sharpening, he sensed his own pheromones starting to boil over.
“Jacob…” he said with a warning. “Maybe this was a bad idea. We should go.”
Tyler sauntered over, towel slung over his shoulder, sweat trickling down his defined abs into the waistband of his shorts. Up close, he was imposing: 6'3" of lean power, golden skin stretched over rippling muscle, a faint trail of blond hair leading south. "New guy?" he drawled at Jacob, ignoring Cade. "Saw you at the clinic. Looked... tense." His hand brushed his crotch casually, the outline there swelling noticeably. Thick, uncut meat stirring to life.
Cade stepped forward, shoulders squaring. "Back off, Tyler. He's with me." But the air thickened, Jacob's Omega aura pulsing unwittingly, an invisible wave that hit like a drug. Tyler's eyes glazed, pupils dilating, and around them, the gym's energy shifted, grunts turning labored, gazes lingering too long.
It started small: a brunette lifter, mid-squat, faltered, his quads trembling not from fatigue but sudden need, cock tenting his leggings. Then Tyler, bold as brass, palmed his bulge openly, stroking through the fabric as he closed in on Jacob. "Fuck, what is that smell?" His voice roughened, the lacrosse jock's cock now fully hard, pushing seven inches of girthy length against the mesh, the head outlined clearly, pre soaking through.
Cade growled low, but his own control frayed, his shorts pitching forward, that massive Alpha dick throbbing visibly, the vein along the underside pulsing. "Jacob, we gotta…" But Tyler lunged, grabbing Jacob's arm, yanking him toward the locker room corridor. "In here. Now." The pull was magnetic, Jacob's body responding despite his mind's scream, ass clenching, wetness easing down his thighs, cock hardening in his sweats.
The corridor blurred into the locker room. It was empty, thank god, rows of benches and metal lockers gleaming under fluorescents. Tyler shoved Jacob against a locker, mouth crashing down in a bruising kiss, tongue invading with desperate hunger, saliva mixing and igniting that hypersensitive spark. Jacob moaned into it, hands gripping Tyler's damp shirt, the jock's body a wall of heat: smooth, sweat-slick skin over hard muscle, nipples pebbled against Jacob's chest. Tyler's hand dove into Jacob's pants, wrapping around his erection, seven inches of needy flesh, already leaking, and pumped roughly, thumb smearing pre over the head.
"Gonna fuck you right here," Tyler rasped, breaking the kiss to yank Jacob's sweats down, exposing his ass, still tender, hole winking slick and pink. But Cade was there, bursting in, his tank discarded, chest heaving with barely leashed fury and lust.
"Back the fuck off, Tyler,” he snarled. “He’s mine!” But the Omega pull hit him hardest, eyes wild, cock freed from his shorts: ten inches of thick, veined glory, the head angry red and flared, balls heavy and drawn tight.
Tyler spun, but instead of fighting, he dropped to his knees, mesmerized, mouth watering at the sight of Cade's monster. "Need it... both of you." The pheromones warped him, turning the cocky jock into a supplicant. Cade watched as the Alpha and Omega pheromones hit him at the same time, wanting to both fuck and be fucked to sate his needs.
He lunged, lips wrapping around Cade's tip, sucking greedily, the girth stretching his jaw, tongue swirling the slit to lap up the salty bead there. Cade groaned, hand tangling in Tyler's buzzcut, guiding deeper, half the length disappearing into wet heat, Tyler gagging but pushing on, throat bulging around the invasion.
Jacob's breath hitched, his arousal spiking. He knelt beside Tyler, drawn by the scene, his hand reaching for the jock's shorts. Peeling them down revealed Tyler's cock—thick, veined, curving upward with a flushed crown already beading. Jacob leaned in, his mouth watering, and took it in, lips stretching around the girth. The taste exploded, salty skin, musky arousal, his tongue tracing the underside, flicking the slit to lap up the drip.
Tyler groaned around Cade's shaft, the vibration pulling a guttural sound from the Alpha. Cade's eyes locked on Jacob, watching his lips slide up and down Tyler's length, the way Jacob's throat worked to take more, saliva glistening on the shaft. It ignited something feral in Cade; the sight of Jacob devouring another man's cock fueling his dominance. His hand fisted in Tyler's hair, thrusting deeper, fucking the jock's face with controlled power, balls slapping against chin in wet smacks. He couldn’t explain the urge, the need, in that moment, to own Tyler’s mouth, to make his cock the only thing Tyler wanted. He’d always thought being an Alpha was more burden than boon, but in that moment, all rational thought bowed to biology.
"Fuck," Cade growled, free hand cupping Jacob's jaw, pulling him up for a searing kiss. Tongues clashed, hot and demanding, Cade's flavor mixing with Tyler's on Jacob's lips. Their Alpha and Omega saliva carried powerful neurotransmitters, and both of them could feel them crackle across their tongues as they kissed. Breaking apart, Cade hauled Tyler up by the arms, propping him against the bench, ass presented, firm cheeks parting to show the tight, puckered entrance.
Jacob's heart raced, positioning behind Cade as the Alpha slicked his massive cock with spit, notching it at Tyler's hole. "Watch me take him," Cade commanded, voice gravel. He pushed in slow, the blunt head breaching, Tyler's ring yielding with a burn that made the jock hiss and arch. Inch by inch, Cade sank deep, walls clenching around his girth, until he bottomed out, hips flush.
Jacob dove in, hands spreading Cade's powerful ass cheeks, tongue lapping at the Alpha's hole. The taste was heady, sweat-slick skin, musky essence, Jacob rimming eagerly, circling the rim before spearing inside, thrusting in time with Cade's building rhythm. Cade's thrusts into Tyler grew harder, the slap of skin echoing, each plunge dragging moans from the jock. Jacob's tongue delved deeper, feeling the muscles tense and release, his own cock throbbing untouched, leaking onto the tile. With his nose this close to Cade’s hole, it was like he drank the pheromones right from the tap, light-headed from the constant flow of it.
The tsunami of sensations crashed upon them in wave after wave. Cade's ass flexing under Jacob's mouth, the wet sounds of penetration filling the steam; Tyler's gasps turning to pleas, his cock bobbing hard and untouched. After minutes of this torment, Cade pulled out with a slick pop, hauling Tyler onto his lap on the bench. The jock straddled him with his back to Cade’s chest, sinking down onto Cade's pole, ass swallowing it whole in a slow, grinding descent. Tyler's head fell back onto Cade’s strong shoulders, riding with rolls of his hips, the curve of his spine arching beautifully. Cade licked Tyler’s neck in one long line from the base up until he nipped at his earlobe.
Jacob knelt between Cade's spread thighs, mouth finding Tyler's cock. He sucked deep, throat relaxing to take the length, bobbing in counterpoint to Tyler's bounces. The jock's flavor intensified, balls drawing tight as Jacob's tongue worked the frenulum, hand cupping and rolling his balls. Cade's hands gripped Tyler's hips, slamming up hard, the force making Tyler's shaft nudge Jacob's throat with each thrust.
But the pheromones wove their spell, and Tyler's control frayed under the Omega Rut haze. His need to claim surged, eyes glazing with feral hunger. With a grunt, he hopped off Cade's cock, shoving Jacob onto all fours on the bench. Tyler mounted him fast, cock spearing into Jacob's slicked hole, Omega juices easing the way, walls fluttering welcome around the invading thickness. The stretch burned sweet, Jacob pushing back, moaning as Tyler pounded in, hips snapping with desperate force.
Cade rose behind Tyler, slick cock pressing to the jock's ass once more. He thrust home, sandwiching Tyler between them, the Alpha's massive length driving Tyler's cock deeper into Jacob with every motion. It was a chain of raw need, Cade's balls slapping Tyler's, Tyler's cock grinding Jacob's prostate relentlessly, sparks exploding through Jacob's core. Their bodies synced in a frenzied rhythm.
The door creaked open then as Derek and Liam stepped in,two more freshman athletes, drawn by the noise or lingering steam. Derek, the stocky wrestler with a barrel chest dusted in dark hair and thighs like tree trunks; Liam, the lithe swimmer with inked arms and a swimmer's V-taper. They froze, eyes widening at the tangled trio, cocks already half-hard from post-practice adrenaline.
“What the…” Derek started. But the wave hit them—Alpha and Omega, a potent cocktail flooding the room. Nostrils flared, pupils dilating, he stripped fast, his thick body revealed: hairy chest, treasure trail thick and dark, cock springing free, a thick, heavy, uncut eight-incher, foreskin pulled back to reveal an engorged head. Liam was right behind him, his slim profile broken by a long, slender shaft that curved slightly with promise.
Jacob pulled off Tyler's cock with a gasp, slick strands connecting them, and shoved Derek onto the bench. The wrestler landed with a thud, his meat standing rigid. Jacob straddled him, guiding the blunt head to his entrance, sinking down slow. The girth stretched him wide, Omega slick coating it, juices dripping down the shaft as he ground deep, circling his hips to feel every ridge. Derek's eyes rolled back, the slick sending him into a Rut haze. Growls rumbled out of his throat as he gripped Jacob's waist, pounding up with slow, powerful bucks, the fat cock spearing relentlessly.
Liam, more attuned to the Alpha pull, zeroed on Cade. He pushed Tyler aside roughly, Tyler stumbling with a whine, and impaled himself on Cade's cock, hole clenching greedy. Cade thrust up, a thick rope of pre shooting right at Liam's entrance before burying deep, the swimmer's walls milking him.
God, this haze... all I want is to fuck, to fill every tight hole begging for it. Everyone here wants my cock buried in their ass, wants my cum to fill them up. I can see it in their eyes, the wild need. This is crazy, Cade thought, lost in the chemical storm, vision tunneling to the writhing bodies. A moment of clarity pierced the frenzy. He glanced at Jacob, riding Derek with a sweaty, joyful smile, skin flushed and glowing, pure beauty in the chaos. Look at him... perfect. And mine…Cade had never felt this before, this possessive pull every time he looked at Jacob. He’d fucked in Heat a dozen times, but never like it was with Jacob.
Jacob’s moans crested as Derek hugged him tightly, grinding Jacob’s cock against Derek’s hairy belly, his other hand mauling his chest, pinching his nipple raw. Both of them cried out as Derek loosed his load into Jacob’s hole. They paused only for a moment before Jacob stood, pulling off Derek’s cock with a loud squelch. To satisfy their desires, they’d all need to fuck Jacob and be fucked by Cade. Derek felt the thirst to pound Jacob’s ass slaked, just as his hole twitched at its emptiness.
Cade pulled out of Tyler, cum leaking like a waterfall down Tyler’s thigh as he stood with jelly legs, shuffling over to Jacob, his still hard cock pointed at the runner’s entrance. He pushed Jacob against the locker and buried his cock in him, cumming after just a few short thrusts, exhausted from all the effort. He collapsed onto the ground, his cock and hole both leaking profusely, breathing heavily.
The Alpha turned his gaze to Derek and Liam, his eyes feral. “On the floor,” he commanded. They rearranged in a flurry, Derek flat on his back and Liam straddling him, their asses both presented to Cade as their cocks ground together. Liam cried out as Cade entered him, the first gasp of shock at the feeling, the first cock to ever push past his inner ring, the pleasure that instantly followed. Liam felt Cade’s sweat spatter his back as the mountain of musk and muscle pounded his ass. For a moment Liam worried he might be out of cum, having spilled so much already, but blooms of fire in his ass as Cade’s little spurts of cum hit his walls spurred him to drive back onto him until his ass rested against Cade’s hips. Finally with one final push, Cade filled him. Liam felt his body relax as the cum absorbed inside him, canceling out the Heat’s intense pull. He collapsed onto Derek, leftover cum leaking from his ass onto Derek’s spent cock, just as Cade entered the burly wrestler.
It was all Liam could do to pull himself over to Jacob, the need still gnawing at him. Jacob took pity and lay down next to him, backing onto his cock, which desperately twitched, grinding away for just a minute before Liam came, then rolled onto his back to rest.
Jacob looked over to see Cade pull out of Derek, a small trail of cum pooling on the locker room floor. They were all exhausted, but both Cade and Jacob knew one more pairing must be completed for the Heat to end. Legs shaking, Jacob climbed onto Cade, wrapping around his waist, legs locking behind.
Their mouths crashed, tongues tangling in a passionate devouring—the electric tang of saliva sparking nerves, hypersensitive skin igniting. Nipples dragged over hard chests, friction building as Jacob sank onto Cade's cock. Both of them burst with bliss as their bodies connected.
Jacob's mind reeled in the onslaught, pleasure coiling tight. I can’t believe how his cock feels inside me. His muscles, the look in his eyes, this is crazy. The feeling of his hard smooth chest beneath my fingers.
They waited a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, simply feeling the moment as Cade’s cock throbbed with every heartbeat inside Jacob. Cade thrust up, eliciting a moan from Jacob. He thrust up again. Jacob felt something else inside him, something he hadn’t noticed before. He’d already learned how to squeeze a cock from the inside, but there was another muscle he felt down there. It felt taut, closed up. He tried releasing it.
Cade surged beneath him, his cock swelling, a jet of cum blasting his insides, Cade’s nails digging crescent curls in Jacob's ass cheeks. Jacob continued to ride, his hands gently spreading across Cade’s hard chest, learning the peaks and valleys of his warm skin.
“What the fuck was that?” Cade said between heaving breaths as he pumped up into his roommate.
“I don’t know,” Jacob said. “Trying something.”
Jacob released from the spot inside him again. This time Cade roared as he loosed his full load inside Jacob. They came together Cade pulsing hot inside, Jacob's release streaking Cade's abs in white ropes.
“Holy shit, Jake. What Omega fuckery was that?”
Jacob shrugged. “I don’t know. More things to learn.”
The pheromones were wearing off of all of them now. Cade bucked once signaling Jacob should get off of him, but Jacob lingered, savoring the feel of Cade’s balls nestled against his ass.
The others sat naked, covered in cum, sated grins splitting faces. "Fuck bro, I don’t know what the hell that was, but goddamn, I’ve never cum like that before,” Derek said. He slowly got to his feet and begin pulling his sweats on. “Not sure I’d do it again, but fuck.”
Liam dressed quickly and left with Derek without saying a word, his arm around Derek as they left. Tyler winked at Jacob, voice husky: "Told you I'd get that hole." He too dressed and sauntered out, his gait suggesting he was anything but shy about what just happened.
Alone, Jacob still speared by Cade’s hard cock, Cade pumped one more load into him. Because he could, because Jacob wanted him to, because no one else could, a possessive growl rumbling low in his throat. Jacob moaned, arching, the fullness overwhelming. He didn’t know if they could keep this up, but couldn’t see how they’d avoid it.
Later, back in the dorm, they showered together, helping to soap off the sweat, saliva and dried cum. Cade collapsed into bed, and Jacob took the spot next to him. Naked, laying on their sides, their legs slowly entwined, wrapping tightly around each other, pulling their bodies close, their semi-hard cocks rubbing softly against each other’s warm bodies. Cade's arm draped over Jacob's waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. "That was... intense," Cade murmured, nuzzling his neck. "You okay? With everything?"
Jacob sighed, content, pressing closer, their shafts nestling together in lazy friction. "I wanted to try new things this year, guess I can check that off my list. But yeah, I’m okay. I don’t know what this is, I don’t think we have to label it. But something about you stays with me even after you go and a part of me comes alive when you return. I can’t deny that.”
Cade kissed his shoulder, voice soft. "Yeah. Best friends, roommates... whatever comes next. We’ll figure it out." They drifted, tangled and close, the future a haze of possibility.
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