Deeper Cravings
The next morning after their intense weekend alone on the floor, Ansh woke up with his usual morning wood pressing hard against Anshul’s ass. His thick, nine-inch cock was already leaking precum between Anshul’s cheeks. He didn’t ask. He simply gripped Anshul’s hip, lined up his fat cockhead, and pushed inside in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck…” Anshul moaned sleepily, his voice hoarse from the night before.
“Morning, my little cumslut,” Ansh growled into his ear, already pumping his hips. The bed creaked as he fucked Anshul with long, deep strokes, his muscular chest pressed against Anshul’s back. “Your hole is still so fucking sloppy from all the loads I pumped into you yesterday.”
Anshul pushed his ass back, greedy for more. “Use me… please, Ansh. Fill me again.”
Ansh fucked him harder, one strong hand wrapping around Anshul’s throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. Within minutes, Ansh buried himself deep and unloaded, shooting thick ropes of hot morning cum straight into Anshul’s guts.
They stayed connected for a while, Ansh’s heavy cock softening inside him. When he finally pulled out, a thick glob of cum leaked from Anshul’s stretched hole onto the sheets.
“Keep it inside today,” Ansh ordered, slapping Anshul’s ass. “I want you walking around campus with my load dripping out of you.”
Classes dragged on that day. Anshul sat through lectures feeling Ansh’s cum slowly leaking into his underwear. Every time he shifted in his seat, he remembered the brutal pounding from the night before. His cock stayed half-hard the entire morning.
During lunch break, Ansh texted him:
Ansh: Bathroom near the gym. Now.
Anshul’s heart raced as he hurried there. The bathroom was empty except for Ansh, who was waiting in the last stall. As soon as Anshul stepped in, Ansh locked the door, pushed him against the wall, and yanked his pants down.
“Quick one,” Ansh whispered, spitting on his cock before shoving it raw into Anshul’s already slick hole.
“Shit… Ansh… someone might hear,” Anshul whimpered.
“Then keep quiet, bitch.”
Ansh fucked him fast and rough, one hand over Anshul’s mouth. The sound of skin slapping echoed softly in the stall. Ansh bit down on Anshul’s shoulder as he came again, adding a second load to the one still inside him.
“Clean my cock,” Ansh commanded after pulling out.
Anshul dropped to his knees on the dirty bathroom floor and sucked Ansh’s cum-covered dick clean, tasting his own ass and Ansh’s seed mixed together.
That evening, back in their hostel room, the hunger was even stronger.
Ansh had just returned from the gym, his body pumped to the max. His tank top was soaked through, and his shorts barely contained the massive bulge. The moment the door closed, Anshul was on him.
He dropped to his knees and buried his face in Ansh’s crotch, inhaling the strong, sweaty musk through the fabric.
“God, you smell so fucking good after lifting,” Anshul moaned.
Ansh smirked, flexing his abs as he pulled his tank top off. “Worship me first.”
Anshul’s tongue went wild — licking every drop of sweat from Ansh’s thick pecs, sucking on his hard nipples, then dragging his tongue down the deep ridges of his eight-pack. He spent extra time in Ansh’s sweaty armpits, licking them clean while stroking Ansh’s growing cock.
“Fuck yeah… that’s my good boy,” Ansh groaned, holding Anshul’s head in place.
When Anshul finally pulled Ansh’s shorts down, the thick cock slapped him hard across the face. He immediately swallowed it, taking it deep into his throat until his nose pressed against Ansh’s pubes.
Ansh face-fucked him brutally, holding his head with both hands and thrusting like a machine. Saliva poured down Anshul’s chin onto the floor.
After ten minutes of rough throat-fucking, Ansh pulled him up and threw him onto the bed.
“Legs up. I want to see that cum-filled hole.”
Anshul obeyed, pulling his knees to his chest. His hole was puffy, red, and still leaking Ansh’s earlier loads. Ansh rubbed his fat cockhead against it, teasing.
“Look at this sloppy fucking cunt. So used already, but still begging for more.”
He slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Anshul cried out in pleasure and pain. Ansh started pounding him mercilessly, his powerful glutes flexing with every brutal stroke.
“Harder! Fuck me harder, Ansh! Ruin my hole!” Anshul begged shamelessly.
Ansh grabbed Anshul’s ankles and folded him in half, driving down with all his two-hundred-pound muscle mass. The bed slammed against the wall with every thrust. If anyone was in the next room, they would definitely hear.
“You’re such a loud fucking whore,” Ansh laughed darkly, choking Anshul lightly again. “Want the whole hostel to know you’re my personal fucktoy?”
“Yes… I don’t care anymore,” Anshul moaned, eyes rolling back. “I just want your big cock destroying me.”
Ansh fucked him in that position for nearly twenty minutes, switching between fast, shallow thrusts and slow, grinding ones that rubbed his cockhead against Anshul’s prostate.
When Ansh finally came, he roared and pumped another massive load deep inside. He stayed buried while he reached down and jerked Anshul off. Anshul exploded across his own abs, shooting hard while his hole clenched around Ansh’s throbbing cock.
But Ansh wasn’t done.
After a short rest, he made Anshul ride him. Ansh sat on the edge of the bed, his muscular body glistening with sweat. Anshul straddled him, facing away in reverse cowgirl. He lowered himself onto that thick pole, moaning loudly as it stretched him open again.
“Ride it. Show me how much you love this dick,” Ansh ordered, slapping Anshul’s ass hard enough to leave red handprints.
Anshul bounced up and down, his lean body moving desperately. Ansh’s strong hands gripped his waist, helping him slam down harder. The wet, obscene sounds of Ansh’s cock sliding in and out of the cum-filled hole filled the room.
“Fuck… I can feel your loads sloshing inside me,” Anshul gasped.
“Good. That’s exactly where they belong.”
Ansh eventually took control again, thrusting up powerfully while Anshul sat on him. The position let Ansh’s cock hit even deeper. Anshul’s own cock bounced wildly, leaking everywhere.
They fucked like this until Ansh stood up, still buried inside Anshul, and carried him over to the wall. He fucked him standing, Anshul’s back against the cold wall, legs wrapped tightly around Ansh’s waist. Ansh’s powerful legs and core drove his cock up into Anshul with raw strength.
“Take it… take every fucking inch, you dirty boy,” Ansh grunted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto Anshul’s chest.
Anshul came again without even touching himself, his cock shooting between their pressed bodies. Minutes later, Ansh unloaded for the fourth time that day, flooding Anshul’s insides until cum was forced out around his cock with every thrust.
The next few days followed the same filthy pattern, but the risk started increasing.
One evening, their neighbor Rohan knocked on the door while Ansh was balls-deep in Anshul in doggy style.
“Guys? You there? I need notes for tomorrow’s test.”
Ansh didn’t stop. He kept fucking Anshul slowly and deeply, one hand clamped tightly over his mouth.
Anshul’s muffled moans were barely contained as Ansh replied casually, “Yeah, one second, bro. I’m… busy.”
He continued thrusting while talking, making Anshul lose his mind. When Rohan left, Ansh flipped Anshul over and fucked him even harder as punishment for almost moaning too loud.
“You almost got us caught, you noisy little slut,” Ansh growled, spanking him red. “Maybe I should invite him next time and let him watch me breed you.”
The dirty talk pushed Anshul over the edge again. He came hard, shaking.
By the end of the week, Ansh had become even more possessive.
He started making Anshul wear a small butt plug during classes — something he bought online. Every time Anshul moved, he felt it pressing against his prostate, keeping him horny and reminding him who owned his ass.
In the evenings, Ansh would remove the plug and replace it with his cock, fucking Anshul until he was a whimpering, cum-drunk mess.
One particularly intense night, Ansh brought out his gym belts again.
He tied Anshul’s wrists to the headboard and blindfolded him with a black cloth. Then he spent nearly an hour teasing him — licking his hole, fingering him, sucking his cock, then stopping right before he could cum.
Anshul begged desperately. “Please, Ansh… I need your cock. Fuck me. Breed me. I’ll do anything.”
Ansh finally gave in, sliding his thick cock inside the blindfolded boy and fucking him with long, powerful strokes. He edged Anshul three more times before finally letting him cum while pounding him mercilessly.
When Ansh finally released his own load, he pulled out and painted Anshul’s face and chest with the last few thick spurts.
As the chapter of their secret lust deepened, the two boys grew more addicted. Ansh’s muscular, dominant body had completely claimed Anshul’s lean frame. Their small hostel room had become a den of raw, filthy, passionate sex.
Every night ended with Anshul’s hole full of cum and his body marked by bites and handprints. Every morning started with Ansh claiming him again.
Their hunger showed no signs of stopping.
In fact, it was only getting stronger.
