The morning light filtered through the thin dorm curtains, casting a hazy glow over the rumpled bedsheets. Jacob stirred first, his body aching in ways he'd never felt before. Deep, satisfying soreness that radiated from his core, reminding him of every thrust, every pulse of heat from the night prior. He glanced over at Cade, who was already sitting up, rubbing his eyes with a sheepish expression. The air between them was thick, not with pheromones this time, but with the weight of what they'd done.
'Hey,' Jacob said, his voice rough from sleep and the lingering echo of moans he barely recognized as his own. He pulled the blanket higher, suddenly self-conscious about his nakedness under the covers.
Cade met his gaze, hazel eyes filled with a mix of regret and warmth. 'Morning. About last night... I can't apologize enough. That shouldn't have happened like that.' He ran a hand through his dark hair, the muscles in his arm flexing unconsciously, a reminder of the powerful body that had pinned Jacob down, filling him so completely.
Jacob shifted, trying to play it cool, but the memory hit him hard; Cade's massive cock buried deep inside, stretching him wide, the slick heat of cum flooding his insides, making every nerve scream with pleasure. His dick twitched under the sheets, hardening just from the thought, a betraying throb that made his cheeks flush. He crossed his legs to hide it, clearing his throat. 'I accept your apology. Let’s just try harder to avoid it next time. You were saying that's not normal for you? Like, having a Heat so soon?”
Cade shook his head, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, the sheet tenting slightly over his lap. Still impressive even at rest. 'No, man. Usually, it's months between them. Maybe once every three or four. I was as shocked as you when it hit yesterday. I thought I had more time, y'know? Tried to bail before it got bad.' His voice dropped, laced with genuine embarrassment. 'Fucking you... it was intense. Hot as hell, don't get me wrong, I’ve never had an experience that intense before. It was more than just sex, more than any other Heat sex I’ve had. But I hate that I dragged you into it. You're straight, right? Or at least, you weren't looking for that.'
The directness made Jacob's twitch turn into a full stir, the phantom sensation of Cade's girth sliding in and out ghosting over his skin. He could almost feel the veined shaft dragging against his walls again, the way his ass had clenched around it, greedy and transformed by that first swallow of cum. 'I’ve never really been into guys. I don’t know, I’ve never thought about. I mean sure, I’ll stare in the locker room to compare, but I’ve never thought about getting on my knees for a guy. Those pheromones, fuck, they really pack a punch. Made me do shit I wouldn't normally.' He forced a grin, though his pulse raced. 'But like I said, just a one-time thing. I’m sure all roommate’s end up covered in each other’s cum at some point, right? We just got it out of the way on the first day'
Cade laughed, relief softening his features. It meant everything to him that Jacob forgave him and could even joke about it. 'Absolutely. There are exercises I usually do, meditation, doctor’s visits. Won't let it blindside us like that again. Promise.' He stood, grabbing a towel from his chair, his broad back rippling as he moved. The sight stirred another unwelcome spark in Jacob's gut, but he shoved it down. Satisfied, this was done, Jacob watched Cade head for the door. 'Gotta shower and hit hit Greek Philosophy 101. Professor's a hardass about attendance. Catch you later?'
'Sure,' Jacob replied, already pulling out his phone to distract from the lingering heat in his veins. As the door clicked shut, he exhaled, willing his erection to fade. It was just biology, he told himself. One weird night. Nothing more.
Cade trudged across campus, the crisp air doing little to clear the fog in his mind. Football practice had been brutal yesterday, but nothing compared to the guilt gnawing at him now. Fucking Jacob... god, the way his roommate had gasped and begged, tight hole yielding to every inch of his cock. It had been raw, primal, the kind of connection that lit up every nerve. Cade's dick stirred in his jeans at the memory, the athlete's body responding with a low hum of arousal. But the shame twisted it sour. Jacob hadn't asked for that, hadn't signed up to be bent over and filled like some Heat-slut. And yet, the heat of Jacob's mouth on him, swallowing his load so eagerly... fuck, it was scorching.
There were guys he knew that chased Alphas, they came in all shapes and sizes, all ages. Couldn’t get enough of it, like junkies. Lots of Alphas called them Betas, they do anything to get a hand on Alpha cock. But unlike Alphas there was nothing genetically different about Betas; they just always wanted more. There was even a black market in Alpha cum and pheromones that Betas traded in. He’d never been involved in anything like that, but he’d heard rumors, he knew it was out there.
Weirdly, the timing of this Heat didn't make sense. His last Heat had been just weeks ago, back home during summer break— a quick, frantic hookup with a willing friend from high school at a party. Alphas didn't cycle like this; it was supposed to be predictable, spaced out. Two in less than a month? It had never happened to him before. Cade shook his head, blaming stress—the scholarship pressure, new classes, sharing a room with a hot track star. He needed to get his shit together.
As an Alpha, gay and straight didn’t really mean much to him. While Cade preferred men, when the Heat was on, he’d fuck anyone within fifty feet.
The lecture hall for Greek Philosophy 101 buzzed with early arrivals, the scent of coffee and old books hanging in the air. Cade slipped into a seat near the back, pulling out his notebook as the Teaching Assistant, Ryan, took the front. Ryan was mid-twenties, average height and buil. He wasn't ripped like Cade, but solid enough, with a cute, boy-next-door vibe that made him approachable. Strong jaw dusted with light stubble, kind eyes that crinkled when he smiled, tousled blond hair that begged to be ruffled. He launched into the lecture on Plato's Symposium, his voice smooth and engaging, gesturing animatedly about the nature of love and desire in ancient texts.
Cade tried to focus, scribbling notes on eros and philia, but his mind wandered. Ryan's lips moved with passion, and suddenly Cade imagined them wrapped around his cock, those kind eyes glazing over with lust, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose as he bobbed up and down on Cade’s cock. He pictured bending Ryan over the podium, yanking down those khakis to reveal a tight ass, pounding into him while the class watched, Ryan moaning like Jacob had, desperate, broken. His cock thickened in his jeans, pressing against the zipper, the fantasy vivid: Ryan's hole clenching around him, hot and slick, begging for cum to quench the fire.
Fuck. Cade shifted, crossing his legs to hide the bulge, heat creeping up his neck. Not now. He forced his eyes to the board, tuning into Ryan's words about the ladder of love, ascending from physical to divine. Ironic, considering the carnal storm raging in his head. The lecture dragged, every minute amplifying the low ache in his groin, but he clamped down, determined to play the bookish nerd, not the Alpha.
When the session ended, students filed out, and Cade bolted for the nearest bathroom down the hall, the single-occupancy stalls offering the mercy of privacy. He didn't lock the door to the bathroom. He just planned a quick jerk to bleed off the tension, thoughts of Jacob's ass and Ryan's mouth too potent to ignore. He ducked into a stall, shoving his jeans down, fist wrapping around his thickening shaft. It sprang free, heavy and veined, already leaking at the tip. He stroked slowly, eyes closing as he replayed the night: Jacob's lips stretching around him, the wet heat of his throat, then the plunge into that virgin-tight hole, walls pulsating like they were made for his cock.
A subtle warmth built in his chest, familiar and unwelcome. No. Not again. He froze, hand paused on his length. Heats didn't come this fast. Yesterday was a fluke, stress-induced. But the air thickened with his scent, musky and potent, seeping under the door. Denial hit hard; this couldn't be happening. His cock throbbed harder, balls tightening, the Heat coiling low. 'Shit,' he muttered, pumping faster to chase it away, but the pheromones bloomed stronger, undeniable.
The door creaked open, footsteps echoing. Cade held his breath, willing whoever it was to piss and go. But the guy lingered, washing hands slowly, inhaling deeply. Ryan. Cade recognized the voice humming a tune from class. Panic surged. Ryan was inhaling it all, the pheromones wrapping around him like invisible chains.
A stall door latched next to Cade's, then the unmistakable rustle of fabric, a zipper. Soft grunts followed, rhythmic, flesh on flesh. Ryan was jerking off, the sounds wet and urgent, breath hitching. 'Fuck... what is this?' Ryan gasped, pace quickening. A low moan escaped as he came, splattering against the tiled floor, but it dissolved into a frustrated groan. No relief. The pheromones demanded more, the only cure buried deep in an Cade’s balls.
'Fucking Alphas...' Ryan muttered, voice thick with irritation and lingering lust. The words hung, confirming he knew.
Cade's heart pounded. Should he just leave? Get out now while he still could and let Ryan get a dose of anti-pheromones at the clinic? Every medical facility was supposed to carry them for emergencies. But as Cade heard renewed sounds of pounding flesh from the next stall, he knew he couldn't leave him like this; writhing, unfulfilled. Hesitant, he knocked on the dividing wall. 'Hey... you okay in there?'
A beat of silence, then Ryan's voice, edged with desperation. 'Just get in here and fuck me. Get this over with. I have another class to get to and I don’t have time for an ER visit.'
Cade swallowed, pushing open his stall and slipping into Ryan's. The TA sat on the toilet, pants around his ankles, cock semi-hard and glistening from his release, face flushed. Those kind eyes were wild now, pupils wide, his glasses fogged from his moist breaths. Cade nodded mutely, dropping his jeans fully, his massive erection bobbing free, thick as a wrist, ten inches of veined heat.
Ryan's gaze locked on it, licking his lips. 'Cum in my mouth, quickly... let’s speed it up.' He leaned forward, hands gripping Cade's hips, mouth engulfing the tip in one go. Wet heat enveloped him, Ryan's tongue swirling greedily, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed. No hesitation, just efficient suction, drawing out pre-cum that made Ryan hum in approval.
Cade groaned, fingers in Ryan's hair, the sensation electric. His mouth tighter than Jacob's, more practiced. “Fuck...are you sure? Maybe we shouldn’t.” But Ryan’s insistent tongue prodded him on. He focused, willing the release, and it came fast: the first load erupted, thick ropes coating Ryan's tongue, spilling down his throat. Ryan swallowed hungrily, but pulled off after the second spurt, eyes glazing further, body trembling as the cum hit his system. Hypersensitivity kicked in, his skin flushing, hole clenching with need.
'More,' Ryan demanded, voice husky, but Cade was already shifting. He came a third time, deliberate, smearing the hot jets over his palm. Ryan stood shakily, turning to brace against the wall, pants kicked aside. Cade tugged them down fully, exposing Ryan's ass—firm, pale cheeks parting to reveal a puckered entrance. He slicked it generously, fingers circling the rim before pushing in a dollop, making Ryan hiss and push back.
“Oh God, oh fuck, yes—feels so... sensitive,' Ryan panted, his hole loosening, turning slick and eager under the cum's influence. Eyes glassy, like he was riding a euphoric high, every touch amplified to bliss.
Cade sat on the toilet, cock jutting up like a challenge. Ryan straddled him without preamble, gripping the base and lining up. He plunged down hard, impaling himself in one brutal drop—gravity and desperation driving the massive shaft deep, stretching his rim to its limit. Cade gasped, hands flying to Ryan's hips to steady him, worry spiking. 'Easy. Fuck, you're tight. Don't hurt yourself.' The Heat was intense, Ryan's walls gripping like a vice, slick from the cum but unyielding in their fervor.
Ryan ignored him, slamming down again, rising only to crash back, the force bruising Cade's balls, making him flinch. Each descent buried him to the hilt, Ryan's ass swallowing every inch with a wet squelch, prostate grinding against the invading head. 'Just... hurry up and cum,' Ryan growled, rolling his hips viciously, chasing the end. His hands roamed up, fingers pinching Cade's nipples, seemingly aware of how ultra-sensitive they were, live-wire peaks that made Cade buck involuntarily, pleasure shooting straight to his core.
'Shit—those are... ah!' Cade arched, the twists sending fire through his chest, nipples hardening to painful points under Ryan's tongue, which lapped and sucked next, teeth grazing. Ryan's mouth was relentless, tonguing the left bud while twisting the right, the dual assault making Cade's cock swell thicker inside him.
Ryan rode harder, ass clenching rhythmically, the slick passage now a hypersensitive sheath that milked Cade with every plunge. Cum-smeared walls flexed, dragging over veins, the friction raw and consuming. Ryan's own cock bounced between them, leaking steadily, untouched but throbbing from the overload—every nerve in his body alight, his hole like like molten silk, stretched and claimed. 'Cum already. Fucking fill me, end this fucking Heat you asshole,' he demanded between licks, twisting harder, making Cade whimper.
The pressure built fast, Cade's control fraying under the assault. Ryan's ass was a furnace, slamming down with athletic urgency, the boy-next-door facade shattered into pure, carnal need. Nipples ablaze, cock buried in that gripping heat. Cade shattered. 'Fuck. Take it!' He erupted, massive load surging deep, rope after rope flooding Ryan's guts, hot and viscous, absorbing instantly.
Ryan cried out, his own release timed with Cade’s as he furious stroked his own cock, cum splattering Cade's shirt as the pheromones cleared. Relief crashed over them, the air lightening, heat dissipating. Ryan lifted off with a slick pop, Cade's cock emerging coated in pearly strands, still twitching. Ryan's hole blinked, leaking slightly before clenching shut, the cum already working its magic.
Panting, Ryan grabbed paper towels, cleaning himself efficiently, wiping the cum from his ass, his spent dick, avoiding Cade's eyes. The glassy haze faded to sharp anger, kind features hardening. He yanked up his pants, glaring down. 'You fucking assholes should be fixed like dogs.' He stalked out, door slamming behind him.
Cade sat there, stunned, cock softening in the cool air, cum drying on his skin. The encounter shook him. It was raw, mechanical, nothing like the tenderness with Jacob. Ryan's resentment stung, a mirror to his own guilt. He cleaned up slowly, wiping the evidence, the bathroom echoing his ragged breaths. Two Heats in two days? That was impossible, rare even among Alphas. Something was wrong, stress, hormones, maybe even sick. He’d read once that certain illnesses could mess with Heats and pheromone production. The doctors would know for sure. He zipped up, splashing water on his face, avoiding his reflection.
The walk back to the dorm felt endless, campus alive with oblivious students. Cade just wanted a shower, hot water to wash away the cum, the shame, the confusion. He'd crash, sleep it off, pray no one, especially Jacob, crossed his path. This couldn't keep happening.
But deep down, a traitorous part of him replayed Ryan's tight heat, the forceful ride, nipples throbbing from the memory. It was impossible to hide that part of himself, the Alpha.
Jacob lounged on his bed when Cade slipped in. Cade mumbled an excuse about needing a rinse and vanished into the tiny shower stall. The water pounded, steam rising, as Cade soaped his body, fingers lingering on his spent cock, the sensitive nipples still tingling. He leaned against the tile, mind racing. Jacob's reluctant moans, Ryan's angry urgency, both etched in his flesh. What the hell was happening to him?
Outside, Jacob scrolled his feed, the twitch from morning long gone. One-time thing. That's what he'd told himself. But as the shower ran, a faint curiosity stirred... what if it wasn't?
Cade emerged, towel around his waist, water dripping from his muscled chest. He avoided Jacob's eyes, collapsing onto his bed. 'Rough class,' he lied, pulling the covers over.
Jacob nodded, sensing the tension but letting it slide. The room fell quiet.
The day blurred into afternoon, Cade dozing fitfully, dreams tangled with thrusting hips and desperate pleas. He woke to Jacob's laughter at some video, the normalcy jarring. 'You good?' Jacob asked, casual.
'Yeah,' Cade forced out, sitting up. 'Just tired.' But inside, confusion churned. He needed answers. He’d hit the clinic tomorrow, get his hormone levels and pheromone glands checked. For now, he buried it, chatting about football drills to fill the silence.
Dinner was takeout, eaten in companionable quiet, the previous night's intimacy a ghost between bites. Jacob teased about track meets, Cade shared a lit anecdote from class about Homer's heroes battling inner demons, mirroring his own turmoil. Laughter eased the edge, but Cade's mind wandered to Ryan's glare, the forceful mount that had left bruises on his thighs.
Night fell, lights out early. Cade lay awake, staring at the ceiling, cock half-hard from residual thoughts. Jacob's breathing was even and calm across the room, oblivious. Cade's hand drifted down, stroking lightly to relieve the ache without waking the room.
Sleep finally claimed him, but dawn brought no clarity. Another day, another risk.
*
Jacob looked over at Cade’s sleeping form. His sheets shifted and draped as he tossed in his sleep, revealing his shirtless body, his broad pecs and washboard abs rippling as he moved. He could even see the outline of his cock under the sheets.
And that was really it, wasn’t it? Jacob had been fighting off thoughts all day as he daydreamed through class about the taste of Cade’s cum on his tongue and the feel of Cade’s balls slapping against his ass. The sound it made. How it all fit together. And he realized; this probably isn’t something straight boys think about.
Ever since the Heat wore off and his body returned to normal, he’d realized he couldn’t get Cade’s body out of his head. And this time it wasn’t the pheromones talking. It was his own thoughts and desires, his own memories he wanted to rewind and replay a hundred times just to make sure they didn’t fade too quickly.
He knew he wasn’t gay. He still jerked off to sexts from his ex-girlfriend and loved it. But now he also wanted to jerk off staring at Cade…maybe use his abs like a ribbed sex toy. And there was no denying he was into both. All those years staring at guys in the locker room wasn’t comparing bodies; he was full-on checking them out. It was a bombshell revelation, but impossible to deny.
And he had Cade to thank for that, for opening him to this new part of himself he hadn’t let see the light of day for so long. It was only the second day of class, but he knew that this semester would be completely different than he’d imagined. College was for experimenting. If he kept an open mind and left himself open to exploring new possibilities, there was no telling where it would take him. Or, who would take him.
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