All Chapters of Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters): Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Mr. Harlan didn’t give me a second to breathe. The thick, blunt head of his bare cock had just breached my rim when he started pushing deeper — slow, steady, and unstoppable. Inch after thick inch stretched me open until I felt his heavy balls press against me. He was buried to the hilt, raw and completely bare.“Fuuuuck, that’s tight,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. His big hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he held still, letting me feel every throbbing inch inside me. “This debtor hole is gripping landlord cock so perfectly. No condom. Just raw skin stretching you open.”The fullness was overwhelming. The burn mixed with a deep, filthy pleasure that made my own cock leak onto the couch. Mr. Harlan started moving — long, deliberate strokes at first. He’d pull back until only the fat head remained inside me, then slam forward again, burying himself completely.“Feel that, boy?” he growled, one hand reaching around to stroke my aching cock. “This is how you pay ren

I slammed the door behind me so hard the cheap dorm frame rattled. The duffel bag hit the floor with a thud, hockey tape and gear spilling out like guts. My eyes locked on the guy already sprawled across the bed by the window like he owned the fucking place. Logan Kane. Of course it was him. Frost. The defensive wall who’d checked me so hard two weeks ago I still had a bruise the size of his fist on my ribs. University of Northern Pines hockey’s golden prick. My rival since freshman year. The one guy on the team I wanted to punch more than I wanted to win games. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” I muttered, voice low and pissed. Logan didn’t even look up at first. He was scrolling on his phone, legs spread wide in gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. His white team hoodie was half-zipped, showing a glimpse of tanned, cut chest and the edge of a tattoo I’d never noticed before. Broad shoulders, messy dark blond hair still damp from a shower, shar

The team meeting dragged like torture. I sat there with Logan’s teeth marks still stinging on my shoulder, my cock refusing to go down completely. Every time Coach droned on about zone defense, my mind flashed back to Logan’s thumb circling my hole, his filthy promises. I shifted in my seat. Across the table, Logan’s eyes locked on mine. Dark. Knowing. His jaw clenched like he was imagining bending me over the conference table right there.We walked back to the room in silence, the hallway lights buzzing overhead. The second the door shut, the air ignited.“You’re a fucking tease,” I growled, shoving him against the wall again.Logan grabbed my throat—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make my cock jump. “Says the guy who dropped to his knees like a starving slut. You loved choking on my dick.”I kissed him hard, biting his lip until I tasted blood. He spun us, slamming me into the desk. Papers scattered. His hips pinned mine, grinding that massive cock against my ass through our

I woke up with Logan’s cock still half-hard inside me, his cum dried on my thighs and leaking slowly from my abused hole. My body ached—ass throbbing, throat raw from screaming, bite marks stinging across my shoulders and neck. It felt fucking perfect.Logan stirred behind me, spooned tight against my back. His arm was like a steel band across my chest. He flexed his hips, pushing his morning wood deeper into my sloppy hole.“Still leaking my load, slut?” His voice was gravel-rough with sleep and renewed hunger. “Good. Keep it plugged.”I pushed back against him, clenching. “More. Need you to fuck it back in.”He didn’t need telling twice. Logan rolled me onto my stomach, mounted me like a beast, and thrust in raw in one long stroke. My hole was still loose and slick from last night, but the stretch burned beautifully.“Fuck yes—your cunt’s already trained for me.” He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and started pounding with short, brutal strokes. The wet squelch of his c