Bryce’s gaze lingered on Jake’s freckled shoulders, where sweat still gleamed under the fluorescent lights. His fingers tightened on the doorframe, knuckles whitening as his eyes tracked downward. The pink jockstrap clung to Jake’s lean hips like a second skin, the thin straps cutting into the freckled flesh of his thighs. The pouch strained around his cock, the flushed tip peeking over the elastic edge where precum had darkened the fabric. Every vein stood in stark relief under the harsh lighting, the upward curve of his shaft pressing insistently against the damp material.
Bryce swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly as his gaze flicked to Asher looming behind Jake. Where Jake was lean and corded with sinewy muscle, Asher was pure density. His olive skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat, the pink waistband digging into the carved ridges of his hips. His thighs flexed unconsciously, the straps of the jockstrap biting into the thick meat of his quadriceps. The fabric stretched dangerously around his massive cock, the pronounced curve tenting the material while the head peaked out the side of the pouch. A drop of precum slid down the underside, tracing the thick vein before disappearing beneath the elastic edge.
Jake shifted his weight, drawing Bryce’s attention back to his own body. His freckled chest rose and fell with each breath, the pink straps framing his sculpted abs. The jockstrap did nothing to hide the flex of his ass as he moved, the freckled globes tensing under Bryce’s stunned stare.
Bryce’s lips parted, his tongue darting out to wet them. "You-" His voice cracked. "You’re wearing-"
"Pink?" Jake supplied cheerfully, rolling his hips slightly to make the fabric stretch even tighter. "Yeah, Captain’s got a sense of humor." His green eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned closer, the scent of sweat and musk rolling off him in waves. "Now, about letting us in."
Bryce nodded mutely, his fingers slackening on the doorframe as he stepped back, letting the door swing open fully. The morning light from Jake’s dorm window spilled into the hallway, illuminating Bryce’s bare chest and the sharp angles of his collarbones. He was shirtless, his skinny frame a stark contrast to the wrestlers’ bulk, his ribs faintly visible under his pale skin. A dusting of brown hair trailed from his navel downward, disappearing beneath the waistband of his black briefs; briefs that were straining noticeably at the front, the fabric tenting just enough to betray his growing manhood.
Jake smirked as he brushed past Bryce, his freckled shoulder deliberately grazing Bryce’s arm. The contact sent a shiver through the smaller freshman, his breath hitching audibly. Jake didn’t miss the way Bryce’s fingers twitched at his sides, nor the way his hips jerked forward slightly, as if chasing the fleeting touch. The black cotton stretched tighter, the outline of Bryce’s cock becoming more pronounced. The obviously cut head pressing insistently against the fabric.
Asher followed close behind, his bulk forcing Bryce to press himself against the wall to avoid full contact. Even so, the heat radiating off Asher’s body was palpable, his sweat-slick skin glistening under the fluorescent light. Bryce’s gaze dropped instinctively, his eyes locking onto the way Asher’s jockstrap clung to his thick thighs, the pink straps digging into the meat of his quads. The pouch was soaked through, the fabric stretched to its limits around Asher’s massive cock, the head peeking out from the side, flushed and leaking.
Bryce closed the door with a soft click, his fingers lingering on the knob like he wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands. His throat worked as he swallowed hard, eyes darting between Jake's freckled shoulders and Asher's looming bulk. "So, uh," Bryce started, voice cracking slightly, "you guys need to change or?"
Asher grunted, already hooking his thumbs under the stretched pink waistband. In one fluid motion, he shoved the jockstrap down his thighs, kicking it off onto the floor with a wet slap. His cock sprang free- nine inches of thick, uncut arousal pointing straight at Bryce's stomach, the flushed head glistening with precum. The heavy shaft twitched visibly in the humid dorm air, veins standing in stark relief against olive skin.
Bryce's jaw dropped. His lips formed a silent 'oh' as his gaze locked onto the monstrous erection, his own hips jerking forward unconsciously. The black fabric of his briefs strained tighter, the outline of his cock becoming impossibly more pronounced.
Jake whistled low and long, green eyes glinting with mischief as he circled Asher slowly. "Woah dude," he drawled, fingers tracing the sweat-slick dip of Asher's spine, "that's so unlike you." His breath hitched when his knuckles brushed the swell of Asher's ass, dense muscle flexing under his touch. "What's got you all worked up, Kovac?"
Bryce swallowed audibly, his throat working as his gaze darted between Jake's roaming hands and Asher's twitching cock. A wet spot darkened the front of his briefs, the fabric clinging to the outline of his erection. "I- " His voice cracked. "You guys- "
Asher exhaled sharply through his nose, his biceps flexing as he crossed his arms over his chest. The motion made his cock bounce against his stomach, leaving a shiny trail across his abs. "Shut up, Riley, I'm tired of taking orders." he growled. "I'm horny and it's about time I'm in charge. Plus your roommate is kinda cute."
Jake's grin was pure sin as he stepped back, his own pink jockstrap stretching tight around his arousal. He made a show of peeling it down slowly, freckled fingers toying with the damp waistband while Bryce watched, transfixed. "Relax, Bryce," Jake purred, rolling the fabric over his hips with deliberate slowness. "We're just changing." His cock sprang free. Five inches of ginger-freckled perfection, the upward curve glistening under the dorm lights. A bead of precum dripped onto his thigh.
Bryce's breath hitched. His fingers twitched at his sides, his hips rocking forward slightly as if pulled by an invisible string. The wet spot on his briefs darkened further. "You're-" He swallowed hard. "You're not wearing anything underneath?"
Asher snorted, shifting his weight to make his cock sway heavily between his thighs. "Genius observation," he deadpanned, though his dark eyes tracked the way Bryce's tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Jake stepped closer to Bryce, his bare feet silent on the carpet. He reached out, brushing his knuckles lightly over Bryce's stomach, just above the waistband of his briefs. The smaller freshman shuddered violently, his cock jerking against the fabric. "You're wearing too much," Jake murmured, green eyes locked onto Bryce's face. His fingers hooked into the elastic, tugging lightly. "Want some help?"
Bryce's breath stuttered as Jake's fingers teased at the waistband of his briefs, the elastic snapping lightly against his hipbones. His gaze flickered between Jake's smirk and Asher's looming presence, his tongue darting out to wet dry lips. The dorm air felt thick suddenly, charged with the scent of sweat, musk, and something sharper underneath.
Asher moved first. His hand shot out, gripping Bryce's wrist and pinning it to the wall beside his head in one smooth motion. The smaller freshman gasped, his body arching instinctively into the contact, his cock straining against the damp fabric. Asher crowded closer, his nine inches brushing Bryce's thigh, leaving a sticky trail on his skin. "Quiet," Asher murmured, though his voice lacked its usual edge. His free hand traced Bryce's collarbone, calloused fingers skating over delicate bone structure.
Jake chuckled low in his throat, finally yanking Bryce's briefs down in one swift motion. The smaller freshman's cock sprang free, eight inches of flushed, cut length, thin but long, twitching violently in the open air. Jake's grin widened. "Damn, Bryce," he breathed, fingers wrapping around the base, thumb pressing into the prominent vein. "Didn't know you were packing like this."
Bryce whimpered, hips jerking forward into Jake's grip. His head thudded back against the wall, exposing the rapid flutter of his pulse in his throat. Asher took advantage immediately, leaning down to lick a hot stripe up the column of Bryce's neck, teeth grazing his Adam's apple. Bryce shuddered, his cock leaking steadily over Jake's fingers.
Bryce's knees nearly buckled when Asher's teeth scraped his throat, his fingers scrabbling against the wall for purchase as Jake's grip tightened at the base of his cock. The dorm room air was thick with the scent of sweat sweat and arousal, the morning light casting sharp shadows across Bryce's trembling thighs.
Jake hummed appreciatively, his thumb swiping over the flushed head of Bryce's cock, spreading the precum beading at the tip. "Look at you," he murmured, green eyes gleaming. "Bet you've been thinking about this, huh? Your hot, jock roommate stroking you?" His fingers stroked upward in a slow, torturous motion, making Bryce's hips jerk forward with a choked gasp.
Bryce whimpered and nodded, lips parted, but before he could speak, Asher's patience snapped. With a low growl, he gripped Bryce's shoulders and shoved him to his knees in one brutal motion. The smaller freshman hit the carpet hard, his palms slapping against the floor to catch himself, the impact rattling up his spine. Asher didn't give him time to adjust. His thick fingers tangled in Bryce's messy brown hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat before guiding his cock toward Bryce's gaping mouth. "Suck," Asher ordered, voice rough.
Bryce's lips trembled as he strained forward, tongue darting out to lap tentatively at the flushed head. The musky tang of precum hit his tongue, salty and thick, making his own cock twitch where it jutted between his thighs. He opened wider, straining to take more, but Asher's girth stretched his lips to their limit. Only the head and an inch of shaft disappeared past Bryce's lips before he gagged, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His throat fluttered helplessly, spit dripping down his chin as he whined around the intrusion.
Asher didn't care. With a sharp jerk of his hips, he forced another inch into Bryce's mouth, the thick vein along the underside dragging against Bryce's tongue. "Relax your throat," Asher growled, fingers tightening in Bryce's hair until his scalp burned. Bryce's nails dug into Asher's thighs, his nostrils flaring as he fought to breathe through his nose. Asher pulled out slowly, just enough to let Bryce gasp, then slammed back in, the fat head hitting the back of Bryce's throat with a wet choke.
Jake watched from the side, green eyes dark with hunger, his hand stroking his own cock in lazy, teasing pulls. His thumb swiped over the leaking tip, smearing precum down his shaft as he drank in the sight of Bryce on his knees, tears streaking his flushed cheeks, lips stretched around Asher's girth. "Fuck, look at him," Jake murmured, his hips rolling into his fist. "Can't even take half of you."
Bryce's whimper vibrated around Asher's cock, his throat convulsing as Asher pushed deeper. The tip nudged past his gag reflex, the thick shaft forcing his jaw wider, saliva dripping in long strings onto the carpet. Asher's hips rolled forward in shallow thrusts, each movement dragging Bryce's lips tighter around his cock. "Watch your teeth," he warned, voice rough as Bryce's incisors scraped his sensitive underside.
Bryce tried to nod, tried to obey, but Asher's thrusts were relentless now. Short, brutal snaps of his hips that punched choked noises from Bryce's throat. His eyes rolled back, tears spilling freely as his nose pressed into the wiry curls at Asher's base, the musky scent flooding his senses. His own cock dripped untouched onto the carpet, the thin length twitching with every muffled gag.
Jake stepped closer, his breath hot against Asher's shoulder as he watched Bryce struggle. "Think he can take it all?" Jake murmured, fingers tracing the tense muscle of Asher's back. His own cock brushed Asher's hip, leaving a sticky trail on his skin.
Asher answered by shoving Bryce's head forward, forcing the last inch into Bryce's throat. Bryce's whole body convulsed, his fingers scrabbling at Asher's thighs as his nose crushed against Asher's pelvis. Tears streamed down his face, his throat fluttering wildly around the intrusion. Asher held him there, groaning at the tight heat, before pulling back just enough to let Bryce gasp only to slam back in, setting a ruthless pace.
Bryce's spit ran in rivulets down Asher's shaft, his lips stretched impossibly wide, the corners burning. His jaw ached, his throat numb except for the relentless drag of Asher's cock. Every thrust forced his head back, his neck bending at a sharp angle, his Adam's apple bobbing under stretched skin.
Jake's hand tightened around his own cock, his strokes matching Asher's rhythm. "Fuck, look at his throat," Jake breathed, thumb swiping over his leaking tip. "You can see you through his skin."
Bryce's fingers dug into Asher's calves, his nails leaving crescent marks as he fought to stay upright. His vision blurred at the edges, his lungs burning for air. When Asher finally pulled out with a wet pop, Bryce collapsed forward, coughing violently, strings of saliva swinging from his chin. His chest heaved, his throat working around nothing, his lips swollen and red.
Without a word, Asher turned and strode toward Bryce’s bed, his thick cock swaying heavily between his thighs. He sat back against the pillows, spreading his legs wide, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he planted his feet firmly on the mattress. His dark eyes locked onto Bryce, still kneeling on the floor, lips swollen and chest heaving. "Come here," Asher ordered, voice rough. "On all fours. Suck me properly this time."
Bryce whimpered but obeyed, scrambling onto the bed with shaky limbs. He positioned himself between Asher’s thighs, his back arched, ass raised in the air as he leaned forward to take Asher’s cock back into his mouth. His lips stretched around the girth, his throat working as he fought to take more than just the head. Asher’s fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him deeper with a low groan.
Jake watched from the side, his green eyes glinting with mischief. He caught Asher’s gaze, and Asher jerked his chin toward Bryce’s trembling form. "You know what to do," Asher muttered, his voice thick with arousal.
Jake’s grin turned lopsided as he stepped forward, his hands settling on Bryce’s hips. He nudged the smaller freshman’s legs wider apart, exposing the tight furl of his hole, pink and clenching in the humid dorm air. Jake dropped to his knees behind Bryce, his breath hot against Bryce’s skin as he leaned in. Without warning, he spread Bryce’s cheeks and licked a firm stripe over his hole, tongue pressing insistently against the sensitive rim.
Bryce’s entire body jerked violently, a muffled moan vibrating around Asher’s cock as Jake’s tongue delved deeper. His hips bucked forward, then back, shoving his ass into Jake’s face with desperate urgency. Jake chuckled against Bryce’s skin, his hands gripping Bryce’s hips tighter to hold him in place as he licked and teased, circling the rim before pressing inside again.
Bryce was trembling, his fingers clawing at Asher’s thighs, spit and precum dripping from his lips as he struggled to focus on sucking Asher off while Jake’s tongue worked him open. Every flick of Jake’s tongue sent sharp jolts of pleasure up his spine, his cock twitching untouched between his legs, leaking onto the sheets beneath him.
Asher groaned, his hips rolling upward into Bryce’s mouth, his fingers tightening in Bryce’s hair. "Fuck, that’s it," he muttered, his voice rough. "Take it deeper." Bryce whimpered but obeyed, forcing himself to relax his throat as Asher’s cock slid further in, his nose pressing into the wiry curls at Asher’s base.
Jake pulled back just enough to smirk up at Bryce’s wrecked expression before diving back in, this time sucking lightly at Bryce’s rim, his tongue probing insistently. Bryce’s moan was guttural, his body shaking as he pushed back against Jake’s mouth, his hips rocking between the dual sensations of Asher’s cock filling his throat and Jake’s tongue fucking into his hole.
Jake’s fingers dug into Bryce’s hips, holding him steady as he licked deeper, the wet sounds loud in the small dorm room. He could feel Bryce clenching around his tongue, his body desperate for more. Jake pulled back with a wet pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You’re so fucking tight," he murmured, his green eyes dark with hunger. "Think you can take my fingers?"
Bryce couldn’t respond, not with Asher’s cock still buried in his mouth, but his ass jerked backward eagerly, his hole fluttering open in silent invitation. Jake grinned, pressing two fingers to Bryce’s spit-slicked entrance, pushing in slowly. Bryce’s entire body tensed, his back arching as Jake’s fingers slid deeper, stretching him wide.
Asher’s hips stuttered, his cock twitching in Bryce’s mouth as he watched Jake finger Bryce open. "Fuck, look at him," Asher growled, his voice thick. "Can’t even focus on sucking me off ‘cause he’s so desperate for your fingers."
Jake chuckled, curling his fingers just enough to make Bryce whimper around Asher’s cock. "You like that, Bryce?" he teased, pressing deeper. "Bet you’ve been thinking about this, huh? Getting stretched open while you choke on Asher’s dick?"
Bryce’s moan was muffled, his hips rocking back onto Jake’s fingers as his cock drooled precum onto the sheets beneath him. His throat convulsed around Asher’s length, his lips stretched wide, spit dripping down his chin.
Asher’s grip on Bryce’s hair tightened, forcing his head down further. "Suck," he ordered, his voice rough. "Like you mean it."
Bryce obeyed, hollowing his cheeks as he dragged his lips up Asher’s shaft, his tongue swirling around the head before sinking back down. Jake added a third finger, stretching Bryce wider, his hole clenching greedily around the intrusion. Bryce’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Jake scissored his fingers, spreading him open.
"Think he’s ready," Jake murmured, his green eyes dark with hunger as he pulled his fingers free with a wet pop. Bryce whimpered at the loss, his hole twitching empty, his cock throbbing between his legs.
Jake gave his cock a few lazy tugs, his fingers slick with spit and precum as he stroked himself to full hardness. His five-inch shaft curved upward against his stomach, the flushed tip glistening under the dorm lights. With a rough chuckle, he spat into his palm and smeared it down his length, the wet sound loud in the charged silence. Bryce trembled beneath him, his hole fluttering pink and exposed, still glistening from Jake’s tongue and fingers.
"Relax," Jake murmured, though his grin was anything but soothing. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against Bryce’s entrance, rocking forward just enough to make the smaller freshman gasp. "Wouldn’t want to hurt you."
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