Rough Hands(20 gay steamy encounters)

Jax's grip on Alex's wrist tightened like a vice, fingers digging into the soft skin with enough pressure to promise bruises by morning.

The freshman's pulse thundered wildly beneath that hold, a frantic rhythm that matched the chaotic swirl of fear, shame, and forbidden arousal twisting deep in his gut.

 At nineteen, Alex had never felt so exposed, so utterly overpowered. The dim emergency lighting in the locker room cast long shadows across Jax's towering, naked form-every ridge of muscle gleaming with residual water droplets, his broad chest rising and falling steadily as if this encounter was nothing more than another post-practice cooldown.

 "Strip," Jax commanded again, his voice a deep, resonant growl that seemed to vibrate through the tiled walls and straight into Alex's bones.

 There was no room for negotiation in that tone. This wasn't a suggestion from the campus golden boy; it was an order from the alpha who ruled the athletic world with effortless cruelty and charisma.

Alex's free hand shook as it moved to the waistband of his clinging swim briefs. The wet fabric resisted at first, suctioned to his skin from the pool, but he finally peeled it down. It slid over his narrow hips, past the subtle V-line of his lower abs, and dropped to pool around his ankles.

His cock, already betraying him, sprang forward-slender, about six inches when fully hard, cut, with a flushed pink head now glistening with a bead of precum.

His balls drew tight against his body from the cool air and nervous tension.

Pale, smooth skin stretched over his lean swimmer's frame: long legs, flat stomach, and a chest that rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths.

 Jax released the wrist only to bat Alex's hands away when the younger man instinctively tried to cover himself. "Don't you fucking dare hide from me," he snarled, eyes devouring every inch like a predator sizing up a meal.

 "Look at you... slim, tight, made for taking dick. Bet no one's ever touched this body the way it needs." Up close, Jax was overwhelming. Six-foot-four of pure athletic power-thick pectorals dusted with dark hair that trailed down to a sculpted six-pack, shoulders wide enough to block out the light, and arms corded with veins from years of throwing footballs and lifting weights.

 His cock, now fully erect, stood proud and heavy: nearly nine inches long, thick as a wrist, with prominent veins running along the shaft and a fat, mushroom head already leaking precum. It curved slightly upward, slapping against his abs with a meaty sound as he shifted.

Heavy balls hung low beneath it, full and promising. Alex's mouth went dry. He knew he should run, scream, do anything but stand here naked and hardening further under the quarterback's gaze. But his feet stayed rooted.

A dark, shameful heat bloomed in his core-the same heat that had kept him lingering in the pool late at night, secretly hoping for glimpses of the upperclassmen.

 Jax stepped forward until their bodies brushed. The heat radiating off his skin was intense, like standing next to a furnace.

One large hand landed on Alex's shoulder, calloused palm rough from gripping footballs, and shoved downward.

Alex's knees hit the cold, damp tile with a sting that shot up his legs. The impact jarred him, but it was nothing compared to the sight now inches from his face.

Jax gripped the base of his thick cock and slapped it against Alex's cheek-once, twice-leaving sticky trails of precum across the freshman's flushed skin. "You were staring like a starving slut earlier.

 Open that pretty mouth. Worship it." Alex parted his lips hesitantly. The musky scent hit him hard: clean sweat, soap, and raw male essence.

He leaned in, tongue flicking out tentatively to taste the head. Salty. Intoxicating. Jax's patience snapped. He tangled thick fingers into Alex's damp hair and thrust forward, forcing the fat head past his lips.

Alex gagged instantly, the sheer girth stretching his jaw to its limit. His eyes watered as more inches pushed in, filling his mouth, pressing against his tongue.

 "That's it... fuck, tighter than I imagined," Jax groaned, head tilting back in pleasure. He started with shallow rocks, feeding Alex more and more until half his length was buried in wet heat.

Saliva drooled from the corners of the freshman's stretched lips, dripping messily down his chin and onto his own throbbing cock.

 The locker room echoed with obscene sounds-wet slurps, muffled gags, and Jax's low grunts of satisfaction. Alex's hands came up to brace against those powerful thighs, feeling the muscles flex and bunch under his palms.

 He tried to relax his throat, breathing through his nose as Jax pushed deeper. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the drool. His own erection ached untouched, leaking steadily onto the floor between his spread knees.

 "Yeah, choke on it, freshmeat," Jax taunted, voice thick with lust. He held Alex's head steady with both hands now, using his mouth like a toy. Hips snapped forward with controlled athletic power, balls slapping rhythmically against Alex's chin.

 "Been thinking about shutting up that quiet little mouth since the first day you showed up. All that swimming... building stamina for this, huh?" Alex whimpered around the invading cock, the vibration pulling a deep moan from Jax.

 The quarterback's pace quickened, fucking his face with longer strokes. Alex's throat bulged visibly with each thrust.

He felt lightheaded, overwhelmed, yet his hips twitched forward helplessly, seeking friction that wasn't there.

Shame burned through him-I shouldn't want this. I'm not like this-but the denial only made his cock harder.

 After several minutes of relentless face-fucking, Jax pulled out abruptly. Strings of thick saliva connected Alex's swollen, red lips to the glistening shaft. The freshman gasped and coughed, chest heaving, drool running down his neck and chest. Before he could catch his breath, Jax hauled him upright by the armpits and slammed him chest-first against the cold metal lockers.

The impact rattled the doors loudly. "Turn around. Ass out," Jax ordered, spinning him roughly. Alex pressed his palms and cheek against the locker, ass presented instinctively. Jax's massive body pinned him completely from behind-broad chest to slim back, one thick thigh forcing Alex's legs wider.

The quarterback's rock-hard cock slid hot and heavy between his ass cheeks, nestling against his virgin hole like a promise of ruin. "Been dreaming about this tight swimmer ass," Jax breathed hotly against his ear, teeth sinking into the lobe hard enough to draw a sharp yelp. One big hand reached around, wrapping around Alex's slender cock and stroking it with rough, possessive pulls-too firm, almost painful, but it sent sparks shooting up Alex's spine.

 "Gonna wreck you. Stretch this hole until you're ruined for anyone else." Jax spat loudly into his palm twice, slicking his massive cock with the makeshift lube. The fat head pressed against Alex's puckered entrance, insistent and unrelenting.

"Wait-Jax, please, it's too big. I've never-" "Shut the fuck up and take what you came here for." Jax pushed forward with brute strength. The head breached the tight ring with a pop, and Alex cried out sharply, the burning stretch immediate and overwhelming. Inch after thick inch sank in slowly but mercilessly, filling him beyond anything he'd imagined.

Pain flared white-hot, tears spilling fresh down his cheeks, but beneath it, a dark spark of pleasure ignited as Jax grazed his prostate. "Fuuuuck... so goddamn tight.

Virgin hole gripping me like a vice," Jax groaned in ecstasy once he bottomed out, hips flush against Alex's ass, heavy balls pressed tight. He stayed buried deep, grinding in circles, letting the freshman feel every throbbing inch. "Breathe.You're gonna love this soon."

Then the real fucking began. Jax pulled back almost to the tip before slamming home with powerful, quarterback hips. Each thrust rocked Alex onto his toes, slamming his body against the lockers with loud metallic thuds. Wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, mixed with Alex's broken moans and Jax's filthy growls.

 "Please... oh god, slow down-" Alex whimpered, but his body betrayed him, pushing back to meet the next thrust.

 Jax laughed darkly, angling his hips to nail that sweet spot dead-on. Pleasure exploded through Alex like lightning.

 His moans turned loud, needy, echoing shamelessly. "Slutty little thing," Jax taunted, picking up brutal speed.

 "Hiding in the pool every night, waiting for a real man to claim this ass." His free hand wrapped around Alex's throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make spots dance in his vision while the other continued jerking him roughly.

Sweat poured off both bodies, making their skin slide together slickly. The pace became feral-deep, punishing strokes that left Alex's ass rippling with every impact.

 Jax bit down on his neck and shoulder, leaving dark marks of ownership. The burn had fully melted into overwhelming ecstasy. Alex's cock pulsed in Jax's fist, edging closer and closer.

 "Gonna fill you up," Jax snarled. "Breed this hole." Alex came first with a shattered cry-body convulsing, untouched load splattering the locker door and floor in thick ropes.

 His channel clenched violently around Jax's cock, milking him. "Fuck yes!" Jax roared, burying himself to the hilt. His cock swelled and pulsed, unloading torrent after torrent of hot, thick cum deep inside Alex.

 The sheer volume made Alex's belly feel full, excess leaking out around the shaft still buried inside him. Panting heavily, Jax stayed locked in place, grinding lazily to push his seed deeper.

"Not even close to done," he whispered darkly, teeth grazing Alex's ear. "Shower. Now. I want you wet, soapy, and bent over for round two." He pulled out with a filthy, wet pop.

Cum immediately dripped down Alex's trembling thighs.

Jax grabbed him by the back of the neck and marched the wrecked freshman toward the steaming showers, cock already twitching back to life. The night was only beginning.