Passionate Entanglements
Under the dim glow of streetlamps flickering like hesitant lovers, Ethan gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The campus loomed ahead, a sprawl of brick and ivy that always felt too confining for the wild rush inside him. Last night’s confession hung in the air—those three words slipping out amid gasps and sweat-slicked skin. He hadn’t planned it, but Riley’s touch had unraveled him completely. Now, pulling up to the dorms at dawn’s edge, Ethan wondered if Riley would pull away or dive deeper.
The door of the squat brick building creaked open, and there he was—Riley, backpack slung low, hair tousled in that effortlessly sexy way, green eyes catching the first light like emeralds in fog. He slid into the passenger seat, all lean muscle and that faint scent of sandalwood soap mixed with morning sleep.
“Morning, stud,” Riley murmured, leaning over for a kiss that started soft but ignited quick, tongues brushing with urgent heat. 🔥
Ethan’s hand found Riley’s thigh, squeezing through denim. “Slept okay?”
Riley grinned, wicked. “Dreamed of you. All night.”
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Chapter 1: Sparks on Campus
Whispers Amid the Lecture Halls
Their boots echoed down the crowded quad, leaves crunching underfoot like brittle bones. Whispers followed—heads turning as Ethan laced fingers with Riley. Last week, no one batted an eye at their bromance. Now? Eyes widened, murmurs rippled. Ethan didn’t give a fuck. Riley’s palm was warm, pulse thrumming against his skin, a silent promise of what simmered beneath.
In the back row of psych class, they claimed seats side by side. Professor droned on about attachment theory, but Ethan’s mind wandered to Riley’s mouth—the way it had stretched around him last night, eager and sloppy. Riley shifted, knee nudging Ethan’s thigh, sending a jolt straight to his groin.
“Pay attention,” Riley whispered, lips brushing Ethan’s ear, breath hot and minty.
Ethan smirked, slipping a hand under the desk to trace Riley’s inseam. Fabric tented instantly. “Can’t. Thinking about your tongue.”
Riley flushed, green eyes darkening. His fingers drummed the desk, but his hips twitched forward, chasing the pressure. The lecture blurred into white noise, the room’s stale coffee and chalk dust fading against the throb building between them.
Lunchtime Tease
At the union cafeteria, steam rose from greasy trays—burgers sizzling, fries popping in oil. Their crew sprawled at the corner table: Jax, the lacrosse brute with a girl’s number tattooed on his bicep; Lena, sharp-tongued art major chain-chewing gum; and Theo, quiet gamer kid hiding behind headphones.
“So, you two finally official?” Jax boomed, mouth full of wings, sauce dripping. “Saw you making out by the fountain. Hot shit.”
Riley laughed, shoulder bumping Ethan’s. “Jealous?”
Under the table, Riley’s foot hooked Ethan’s ankle, sliding up calf, teasing. Ethan fought a groan, the scrape of sneaker leather rough against his jeans. He retaliated, thumb circling Riley’s palm in slow, deliberate loops—echoing last night’s strokes.
Lena leaned in, smirking. “Halloween bash at the old frat house Friday. Costumes mandatory. You lovebirds coming?”
Ethan hesitated. Crowds meant eyes, but parading Riley? Fuck yes. “Wouldn’t miss it. What’re we dressing as?”
Riley’s eyes sparkled. “Something that shows you off. My man deserves the spotlight.” 💋
Theo snorted. “PDA alert. Jax, bet they don’t last five minutes without groping.”
Challenge accepted. Ethan yanked Riley close right there, crashing lips in a passionate kiss—deep, devouring, tasting salt and spice. Riley moaned softly into it, fingers twisting Ethan’s shirt. The table erupted: Jax whooped, Lena catcalled. They broke apart breathless, Riley’s cheeks pink, lips swollen.
“Now that’s action,” Ethan growled, winking at Theo’s slack jaw.
Chapter 2: Afternoon Confessions
Stroll Through the Woods
Post-class, campus paths twisted into wooded trails, pines whispering secrets, earth damp underfoot from last night’s rain. Birdsong pierced the air, sharp and fleeting. Ethan laced arms around Riley’s waist from behind, chin on his shoulder, inhaling that addictive mix of cologne and clean sweat.
“About last night,” Ethan started, voice low. Heart hammered—vulnerable, exposed.
Riley twisted, facing him, thumbs hooking belt loops. “Yeah?” Those green eyes searched, soft yet hungry.
“Slipped out. The ‘I love you.’ Didn’t mean to rush—”
Riley’s laugh bubbled, light as stream water nearby. “Rush? Ethan, I started it. Your… hardness, right there. Couldn’t resist.” He pressed close, hips grinding teasingly. “Want more. Tonight?”
Heat flooded Ethan. Riley’s boldness—raw, unfiltered—stirred something primal. They kissed then, passionate and unhurried, bark rough against Ethan’s back as Riley pinned him to a tree. Tongues tangled, hands roaming—palms sliding under shirts, nipples pebbling under fingertips. The forest smelled of moss and musk, taste of Riley’s lip gloss lingering like cherry sin.
New Heat in the Dorms
Back at Riley’s off-campus apartment—cramped, posters peeling, bed unmade—they barely made the door. Clothes shed in a frenzy: shirts yanked, jeans kicked aside. Naked, they collided—bodies slick with anticipation, skin fever-hot.
Riley dropped to knees first, eyes locked upward. “Want to taste you.” His mouth engulfed Ethan’s length—wet, eager suction. Ethan groaned, fingers threading curly hair, hips bucking shallow. Saliva dripped, messy and obscene, the gluck-gluck of throat working filling the room.
“Fuck, Riley… so good.” Ethan’s voice cracked, thighs quivering.
Riley pulled off, gasping, strings of spit connecting. “Your turn.” On the bed, legs splayed, Riley’s cock stood rigid—veined, leaking. Ethan dove in, swirling tongue around the crown, savoring salty pre-cum. He took him deep, nose burying in pubes, Riley’s moans echoing off thin walls—high, desperate.
But Ethan craved more. Fingers slick with spit probed Riley’s entrance, circling the puckered heat. “Ready for this?”
Riley nodded, biting lip. “Fuck me. Hard.”
Ethan lubed up—cool gel contrasting fevered skin—and pushed in slow. Riley arched, gasping, nails raking back. Inch by inch, until seated fully, balls snug against ass. Then rhythm: pounding, relentless. Bedframe slammed walls, sweat-slick slaps resounding. Riley’s hole clenched like a vice, milking every thrust.
“Harder—yes, there!” Riley babbled, cock bouncing untouched.
Climax hit like thunder—Ethan flooding deep, Riley spurting ropes across his own chest. They collapsed, panting, tangled in sheets reeking of sex and salt.
“That was… intense,” Riley whispered, tracing Ethan’s jaw. Vulnerability flickered—post-orgasm glow mixed with something deeper.
Chapter 3: Shadows of the Past
Ethan’s Hidden Scars
Later, as rain pattered windows—steady drum like hesitant heartbeat—Ethan held Riley close. Memories surfaced unbidden, ghosts from younger days. Eighth grade? No, change that—freshman year college hookup gone wrong. Wait, deeper back.
He’d been eighteen, barely legal, wrestling team captain. Showers after practice: steam thick, echoing drips. Alone, as always, hiding his stares. Then Brock—the star pitcher, built like a god, dark hair plastered wet—strode in naked, cock swinging heavy.
“Moss, right? Saw you eyeing me.” Brock’s grin predatory, soap suds tracing abs.
Ethan froze, half-hard already. “Just… washing up.”
Brock closed in, hand fisting Ethan’s shaft. “Bet you suck better than chicks.” No choice—blackmail loomed if he refused. Ethan knelt, choking on girth, learning deepthroat through gags and tears. Brock face-fucked brutal, no mercy, spilling down throat with a grunt.
It escalated: daily rituals, then Brock claiming his ass—raw, unlubed first time, pain searing like fire. “Take it, fag.” Ethan endured, mistaking dominance for desire. Until confession—begging Brock leave his girl. Laughter crushed him. “You’re just a hole.”
Scarred, Ethan flipped script post-that: topping twinks at parties, control his armor. Body bulked—six-three, hairy chest, cock thick. No more vulnerability. Until Riley—sweet, unscarred, cracking walls wide.
Riley stirred. “Where’d you go?”
Ethan kissed forehead, inhaling shampoo. “Old shit. You’re different. Real.”
Frat House Fever
Friday’s bash pulsed: bass thumping guts, strobe lights slashing dark, air thick with beer sweat and weed haze. Costumes wild—Riley as seductive devil, horns curling, tail swishing ass; Ethan gladiator, leather straps barely containing bulk.
They grinded dance floor, bodies fused—Riley’s ass against Ethan’s hardness, grinding passionate circles. Lips met in devouring kiss, tongues fucking mouths amid cheers.
Upstairs bathroom: door locked, mirror fogging. Riley bent over sink, pants pooled ankles. Ethan spat on hole, thrust in—brutal, claiming. “Mine,” he growled, pounding as music rattled walls. Riley whimpered, pushing back, hand stroking own cock. Cum splattered porcelain; Ethan bred deep, marking territory.
After, tender cleanup—wipes gentle, kisses soft. “Love this,” Riley breathed. “Us.”
Chapter 4: Midnight Cravings
Sneak and Savor
Midnight texts lit Ethan’s phone: Parents out. Back door. Now. Heart raced. Riley’s family home—suburban quiet shattered by their lust. Slipping through shadows, key turned silent.
Riley waited in briefs, lithe body glowing porch light. Pulled Ethan upstairs, kisses frantic—teeth nipping, hands clawing shirts off. Door shut, naked frenzy. Riley shoved Ethan down, mounting reverse—ass cheeks spreading, hole winking.
“Ride me,” Ethan commanded, slicking up.
Riley sank, inch by velvet inch, moaning throaty. Bouncing hard, ass slapping thighs, prostate nailed each drop. Ethan’s hands gripped hips, bruising, thrusting up savage. Sweat poured, room reeking cum-laced air.
Switch: Ethan flipped him, missionary deep—eyes locked, passionate stares amid grunts. Fingers interlaced, Riley’s legs hooked waist. “Closer—fuck, yes!” Climax shattered: Riley clenching, milking Ethan’s load, his own painting abs white.
Collapsed, lazy makeout—tongues slow, tasting release. Clock ticked 1 AM. Ethan dressed reluctant, kissing temple. “Tomorrow?”
“Always.” Riley mumbled, sated.
Unseen Eyes
Hallway shadow: Riley’s dad, Marcus—broad, silver-flecked hair—leaned doorframe. Ethan startled, blood icing.
“Shit—Mr. Hale.”
Marcus sighed, voice gravel. “Heard you two. Weeks now, sneaking. Know you’re solid for him. But quieter—wife clueless.”
Ethan nodded mute, pulse thundering. Shoulder pat, Marcus retreated. “Night. Lock up.”
Stunned grin split Ethan’s face jogging home—moon silvering streets. Life electric, Riley his anchor, passion unbound.
Chapter 5: Bound in Fire
Weekend Blaze
Saturday dawned hazy, coffee brewing as Riley’s mom chatted oblivious downstairs. They played coy—hands brushing plates, feet tangling under table—but eyes burned promises.
Excused to “study,” locked in Riley’s room. Clothes discarded lazy this time, exploring unhurried. Ethan traced scars on Riley’s ribs—bike crash remnant—lips following, tongue dipping navel. Riley shivered, cock twitching.
“Want you everywhere.” Ethan’s whisper against thigh, then devouring balls, sucking heavy. Riley writhed, pre-cum oozing.
Sixty-nine bliss: mouths stuffed, throats bulging. Gags wet, slurps obscene. Riley’s fingers breached Ethan rare—prostate stroked, sending shocks. Explosive finish—swallowing hot spurts, bodies quaking synced.
Deepening Flames
Afternoon hike: trails mud-slick, pines towering. Paused overlook, city sprawl below. Riley against rock, pants shoved down. Ethan knelt, rimming fervent—tongue spearing hole, tasting musky clean. Fingers joined, scissoring, prostate massaged till Riley begged.
Standing fuck: Ethan entered from behind, one leg hooked arm. Wind whipped, leaves rustled frantic rhythm. “Love you,” Ethan gasped, meaning every pound. Riley echoed, passionate confession amid cries.
Peak: sun dipping, they came roaring—seed dripping thighs, embraced trembling.
Eternal Spark
Nightfall, curled sheets, Riley’s head chest. Heartbeats synced, fingers tracing ink tattoos. Past shadows fled; future blazed.
“Parade me forever?” Ethan murmured.
Riley smiled sleepily. “Yours. Always passionate.”
World outside faded. Just them—entwined, unbreakable.
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