All Chapters of Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Offered my tight hole for rent

I knew I was fucked. Two full months behind on rent, and my landlord, Mr. Harlan, had been blowing up my phone for weeks. I’d been avoiding him like the plague — sneaking home after midnight, leaving before sunrise, using the back stairs, anything to not cross paths with him. Mr. Harlan was intimidating as hell: mid-40s, ex-military, built like a tank with thick arms, a broad chest, and a deep, commanding voice that always made my stomach drop.That evening I thought I’d finally made it. The building was quiet. I slipped in through the side entrance after dark, heart racing as I crept up the stairs. I was almost at my door when a shadow moved.“Going somewhere, kid?”Mr. Harlan stepped out from the alcove near my apartment, arms crossed over his massive chest. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that hugged his muscles and sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy bulge between his legs. His eyes locked onto me like a predator.“I… I was just heading in,” I stammered, fumbling wi

Offered my tight hole for rent

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

Offered my tight hole for rent

Mr. Harlan gave me almost no recovery time. He pulled his thick, cum-covered cock out of me with a wet, obscene pop and watched with dark satisfaction as his previous loads slowly leaked from my stretched hole down my thighs. Then he grabbed me firmly by the hips, manhandled me over to the kitchen counter, and bent me over it roughly, my chest pressed against the cool surface.“Round three, tenant,” he growled, rubbing the fat, bare head of his cock up and down my sloppy entrance. “Time to finish paying every last cent you owe me.”Without warning he slammed back inside in one powerful, deep thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt. The wet squelch of his cock pushing through the cum already inside me was loud and filthy. I cried out, gripping the edge of the counter tightly as the overwhelming fullness hit me again.“Fuuuuck… still so tight even after two loads,” he groaned, grinding his hips in slow circles so I could feel every vein and ridge dragging against my walls. “Your de

Fucking my hockey rival roommate

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

Fucking my hockey rival roommate

The alarm blared at 5:45 AM like a fucking siren. I jolted awake, sheets tangled around my legs, cock still half-hard from whatever filthy dream I’d been having about choking the smug look off Logan’s face. Across the room, he was already up, stretching in nothing but black boxer briefs that hugged his thick thighs and the heavy bulge between them. The morning light cut across his back, highlighting every ridge of muscle.“Morning, princess,” he grunted without turning around. “Try not to pop wood in front of the team today.”“Fuck you, Kane.” I threw my pillow at him. It bounced off his shoulder. He laughed—that low, rough sound that went straight to my dick.We dressed in charged silence. Every zipper, every rustle of fabric felt too loud in the tiny room. His scent was everywhere. I grabbed my gear bag and shoved past him out the door, shoulder checking him harder than necessary. He shoved back. We were already breathing heavy by the time we hit the ice.Practice was war.Coach Har

Fucking my hockey rival roommate

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

Fucking my hockey rival roommate

The door slammed shut behind us after evening practice and the lock clicked like a gunshot. I barely had time to drop my bag before Logan was on me, shoving me face-first against the wall with a growl that vibrated through my bones.“No more fucking games, Ramirez.” His voice was darker now, edged with something feral. “Tonight I’m taking what’s mine. That tight rival hole is getting wrecked.”I moaned, grinding my ass back against the massive bulge in his shorts. “Then do it. Stop teasing and destroy me, you prick.”He ripped my shirt off, nails scraping down my back hard enough to leave red lines. My shorts and jock were next, yanked down roughly so I stood naked, cock leaking against the cold wall. Logan pressed his fully clothed body against me, grinding that fat cock between my cheeks.“Pathetic. Already dripping like a desperate whore for the guy who used to knock your ass on the ice.” He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into my hole without warning. The burn was shar

Fucking my hockey rival roommate

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

Tight hole banged

The bass thumped through the crowded club like a second heartbeat, heavy and relentless. Neon lights flashed across sweat-slick bodies, turning the dance floor into a writhing sea of muscle, leather, and barely-there clothes. Alex was twenty-two, lean and smooth with a boyish face that still got him carded everywhere. He’d come alone tonight, heart hammering with nervous excitement after weeks of scrolling through anonymous apps and edging himself to videos of guys getting railed in dark corners.He wore tight black jeans that hugged his ass and a cropped tank top that showed off his flat stomach. A few drinks in, the alcohol loosened him up. He moved to the rhythm, eyes half-closed, when a strong hand gripped his hip from behind.“Looking for trouble, boy?” The voice was deep, gravelly, right against his ear. Hot breath sent a shiver down his spine.Alex turned and looked up. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, probably mid-thirties, with a thick beard, tattoos snaking up his arms, a

Ass stretched

I’d known Noah since freshman year. Best friends. Shared dorm, shared secrets, shared every late-night pizza and every shitty hangover. I knew the sound of his laugh when he was actually amused versus when he was just being polite. I knew the way his shoulders looked under a worn T-shirt. I knew how his voice dropped when he was tired.I also knew, for longer than I wanted to admit, that I wanted more.It started small. His thigh pressed against mine on the couch and neither of us moved. The way his eyes lingered on my mouth when I talked. The night I crashed at his place after a date that went nowhere and woke up with his arm thrown over my waist like it belonged there. I lay still for a long time, heart hammering, pretending I was still asleep while I memorized the weight of him.One night we were half-drunk on his living room floor, backs against the couch, some movie neither of us was watching. His thigh was warm against mine again. I could smell the beer on his breath and the cle

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