MasukMax dropped him at the front of the arts building with one last lingering look and a quiet, “Text me if you need anything.” Jamie had barely managed a nod before bolting inside, cheeks still burning from the memory of his parents cheerfully inviting his… whatever Max was… to breakfast.Ava was already in their usual seats in Intro to Media Ethics, notebook open, color-coded tabs ready. She didn’t even glance up when Jamie slid into the window seat beside her, which was a small mercy. He wasn’t sure he could survive her noticing the faint hickey just under his collar or the way he was walking like he’d been thoroughly fucked six hours ago.Professor Lang was already droning about ethical boundaries in embedded reporting. Jamie tried to focus. He really did. But every time he blinked, last night flashed behind his eyes like a dirty film reel.The wet heat of Max’s tongue.The slow, relentless push of Max’s cock stretching him open, that deep, burning fullness that had made Jamie sob i
Jamie sat squeezed into the booth seat next to Max, directly across from his parents in Rise & Dine, the local all-day breakfast place that smelled like coffee, bacon, and warm maple syrup.He still wasn’t sure how he had ended up in this situation.His dad was mid-conversation with Max, leaning forward with genuine interest. “So what position do you play, Max?”“Goalie, sir,” Max answered easily, taking a bite of his eggs and toast.Jamie’s dad nodded approvingly. “Goalie! That’s a tough spot. You trying to go pro?”Max gave a modest shrug. “Trying my best.”“Good man,” Jamie’s dad said warmly. “I played a little hockey in college myself—just for fun. I was awful at it, but it’s good fun.”Jamie’s mom smiled across the table. “We were actually planning to watch one of the games Jamie’s covering this season.”“That’s right,” his dad added. “I’ll get some tickets to your next home game.”They both turned to Jamie. His dad asked, “How have the interviews been going, son?”Jamie gave the
Jamie was dragged out of sleep by a persistent, annoying buzzing sound.It was warm. So warm he fought to stay half-asleep, burrowing deeper into the heavy arm draped over his waist and the solid chest pressed against his back. But the buzzing eventually won. He shifted groggily reaching for his phone, but the moment he moved, something thick and hard poked firmly against his ass.Jamie froze.Max was behind him. Completely naked. Morning wood nestled hot and heavy between his cheeks, one strong arm wrapped around his waist, palm resting low on his stomach.Oh my god.Memories from last night crashed over him in a rush: Max’s mouth on him, Max inside him, the way he’d cum while Max was still buried deep. Heat flooded his face. He’d just had sex for the first time. With Max. He tried to slip away quietly to grab the phone, but the movement only made Max’s hand slide lower, palm dragging down until it cupped his already half-hard cock.Jamie stifled a horrified sound and sat up quickl
Max lay in the quiet dark of Jamie’s dorm room, heart still slowing as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.He had sex with Jamie.A guy.It should’ve felt a lot weirder than it did. He’d spent years assuming attraction to men was something that happened to other people. But right now, with Jamie warm and soft and thoroughly fucked in his arms, all Max felt was a deep, bone-settling happiness. Like something that had been missing had finally clicked into place.He’d taken his time getting inside Jamie, watching every flicker across that pretty face. The way Jamie’s eyes widened at the first stretch, the little gasps and whimpers that slipped out when Max found the right angle, the way his breath hitched when Max bottomed out and stayed there. Max had never felt anything like the tight, fluttering heat of him. Every slow roll of his hips had drawn new sounds from Jamie, had made Max’s own breath stutter with how good it felt. He’d cum so hard he’d seen stars, spilling
Max pushed in slowly, the tip breaching him with careful pressure. Jamie gasped sharply, hands flying up to clutch Max’s shoulders. The stretch was immediate and intense, a deep, burning fullness that made his breath hitch in his throat. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was so much, so foreign, the feeling of something thick and hot slowly pushing inside him. Oh my god, this is really happening. He’s inside me. That’s Max’s cock.Max stilled, forehead dropping to rest against Jamie’s, breathing ragged. “Fuck… Jamie,” he whispered, voice rough. “You’re so tight. Just breathe, I’ve got you.”Jamie tried. He sucked in a shaky breath, but every tiny shift of Max’s hips sent sparks racing up his spine. The burn was intense, bordering on too much, yet underneath it was a strange, delicious fullness that made his toes curl and his cock twitch against his stomach.Max pressed forward another careful inch. Jamie whimpered, thighs trembling where they bracketed Max’s hips. “M-Max… it’s— it’s
Jamie looked down at the messy comforter he’d been desperately trying to hide, and felt like he couldn’t possibly sink any lower.But he just had.Tears prickled hot behind his eyes. He tried to blink them back, mortified, but one slipped free anyway.Max moved instantly.Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling Jamie into his lap before he could protest. His bare thighs parted without resistance, straddling Max’s hips as Max settled back against the headboard. One big hand rubbed slow, soothing circles up and down Jamie’s spine while the other cupped the back of his head, guiding Jamie’s face into the warm crook of his neck.“Hey, hey… what’s wrong?” Max murmured, voice low and gentle. “It’s okay. We’ll clean it up. It’s just a blanket. Breathe.”Jamie curled into him, sniffling miserably against Max’s skin. “I’m sorry I lied.”“It’s okay,” Max said softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “But can you tell me why you met some guy from an app? You really like me enough to cum while givin







