Rough Hands(20 gay steamy encounters)

The metallic clang of the locker doors still echoed in Alex's ears as Jax marched him toward the long wooden bench in the center of the changing area.

Cum from the brutal first round already leaked down the freshman's inner thighs in warm, sticky trails, marking him with undeniable evidence of what had just happened.

 His legs felt weak, knees trembling from the intensity of being pinned and fucked against the cold lockers. Every step sent a fresh throb through his wrecked hole-pain and an unsettling, addictive fullness mixing together.

Jax's hand stayed firm on the back of his neck, guiding him like a disobedient pet. The quarterback's cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, swung heavily between his muscular legs with each confident stride.

"You thought just one load would be enough?" Jax's voice was low, amused, dripping with dark satisfaction.

"I saw the way you stared the second you walked in here, freshmeat. Eyes locked on my dick like it was the only thing in the world. Don't pretend you weren't begging for this." Alex's face burned with humiliation. He had been staring. Even now, as terror and regret warred inside him, his own slender cock bobbed traitorously in front of him, half-hard again despite the rough treatment.

This isn't me, he thought desperately. I'm not the kind of guy who lets another man use him like a toy in the locker room. Yet his body remembered every thrust, every degrading word, and it craved more.

The power imbalance was intoxicating-the way Jax's massive frame dwarfed his lean swimmer's build, the effortless strength in those quarterback arms.

 Jax shoved him down onto the bench on his back. The wood was cool and slightly padded from years of use, but it offered little comfort as the bigger man loomed over him. Under the dim lights, Jax looked like a god of raw masculinity: sweat and water still beading on his carved abs, thick chest heaving, that heavy cock now thickening back to full hardness as he stroked it lazily with one fist.

"Spread your legs," Jax ordered.

 When Alex hesitated, a flash of defiance in his eyes, the quarterback grabbed his ankles and yanked them apart roughly, exposing his leaking, reddened hole.

"There it is. My cum dripping out already. Looks good on you." Alex whimpered as Jax dropped to his knees on the bench between his spread thighs.

The position left him completely vulnerable-ass raised slightly, cock twitching against his stomach. Jax leaned in, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin, and dragged his tongue slowly up the underside of Alex's shaft.

The freshman gasped sharply, hips bucking involuntarily.

"Sensitive little slut," Jax murmured against his skin before swallowing him down in one smooth motion.

The contrast was overwhelming-Jax's mouth was hot, wet, and skilled, sucking with powerful pulls while his tongue swirled around the head. Alex's hands flew to the bigger man's hair, not sure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Pleasure shot through him like electricity, making his toes curl.

Jax bobbed his head with athletic rhythm, taking Alex to the back of his throat effortlessly. Saliva coated everything, dripping down to slick his balls.

One of Jax's thick fingers circled Alex's stretched rim, teasing the cum-slick entrance before pushing inside alongside the load he'd already deposited.

"Ah-fuck!" Alex cried out, the dual sensation of being sucked and fingered pushing him toward the edge far too quickly.

 Jax added a second finger, scissoring them roughly to stretch him further, crooking them to nail his prostate with expert precision. Stars burst behind Alex's eyelids.

 His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls. The quarterback pulled off Alex's cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head.

"Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don't you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you're straight."

Alex shook his head weakly, but the denial died in his throat as Jax plunged three fingers deep, pumping them hard while sucking him again. The freshman's back arched off the bench, a broken sob escaping him as orgasm crashed over him without warning. He came hard down Jax's throat, hips jerking erratically.

Jax swallowed every drop, milking him dry before pulling back with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad for round two prep," Jax said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up, towering over the spent freshman, and flipped Alex onto his stomach in one fluid motion.

The bench creaked under their combined weight as Jax positioned himself behind him, knees braced on either side.

 "Ass up higher." A hard slap landed on Alex's right cheek, the sound cracking loudly.

 Alex yelped and obeyed, arching his back to present himself. Jax spread his cheeks with both hands, admiring the view-puffy, cum-slick hole still twitching from the first fucking.

 "Gonna fuck you properly this time. Make sure you feel owned." He lined up his massive cock and thrust in with one powerful stroke, bottoming out in a single brutal motion.

 Alex screamed into his forearm, the stretch reigniting the burn even through the existing lubrication of cum. Jax groaned deeply, hands gripping narrow hips with bruising force. "Still so fucking tight.

This hole was made for my dick."

He started thrusting immediately-long, deep, punishing strokes that rocked the entire bench. Each slam of his hips sent ripples through Alex's ass and forced broken moans from his throat.

The wet, obscene sound of cum being churned inside filled the air alongside skin slapping skin. Jax leaned over him, chest pressed to Alex's back, one arm wrapping around his throat in a loose headlock.

 "You're mine now," he growled into his ear, teeth grazing the shell.

 "Every night after practice, you're gonna be right here waiting with this ass ready. Understand?"

Alex could only nod frantically, tears of overwhelming sensation streaming down his face.

The angle allowed Jax to hammer his prostate relentlessly. Pleasure-pain blurred into one intense wave after another.

His cock, spent moments ago, was hardening again, trapped between his stomach and the bench. The quarterback fucked him like an animal-relentless, dominant, hips snapping with football-honed power.

He reached under Alex to stroke his reviving cock in time with the thrusts, edging him cruelly.

 "Beg for it. Tell me how much you need my load." "Please... Jax... I need it,"

 Alex gasped, voice hoarse. Shame flooded him, but the words spilled out anyway.

 "Fill me again. Please-" Jax's pace turned feral.

He pounded harder, the bench scraping against the floor from the force. His heavy balls slapped against Alex's with every deep thrust. Sweat dripped from his body onto Alex's back, making their skin glide together hotly. When Jax finally came, it was with a guttural roar that echoed through the locker room.

 He buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he unloaded another massive flood of cum deep inside.

Alex followed seconds later, spilling weakly onto the bench beneath him, body shaking uncontrollably. But Jax wasn't satisfied with just two rounds. He stayed buried, grinding slowly, keeping his cock nestled in the cum-filled heat.

"We're not leaving until I've had my fill," he whispered darkly. He pulled out only to flip Alex onto his back again, lifting his legs over his broad shoulders.

The third position was even more intense-face-to-face, Jax staring directly into Alex's tear-streaked eyes as he sank back in. "Look at me while I fuck you," he demanded. Their bodies moved together in a brutal rhythm. Jax kissed him savagely, tongue invading, biting his lower lip until it swelled.

Alex's hands clutched at Jax's muscled back, nails digging into sweat-slick skin as another orgasm was forced from him. By the time Jax filled him for the third time, Alex was a whimpering, cum-drenched mess-hole gaping slightly, belly slightly distended from the volume, thighs trembling. Jax finally pulled out and stepped back, admiring his work.

Thick white cum poured from Alex's ruined entrance, pooling on the bench. The quarterback slapped his spent cock against the freshman's sensitive hole a few times before grabbing a nearby towel.

 "Clean yourself up a little," he said casually, tossing the towel at Alex's chest.

 "But leave some of my load in you.

I want you walking back to your dorm feeling it." He leaned down, gripping Alex's chin firmly.

 "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late, or I'll come find you. And next time? I might bring a teammate." Jax dressed quickly, muscles flexing as he pulled on his clothes, and left without another word.

The locker room door slammed shut, leaving Alex alone on the bench-wrecked, leaking, and terrifyingly aware that part of him already dreaded and craved the next encounter.