Jared had been circling Robert for weeks. Not in the obvious way—Robert was the kind of guy who still called himself straight even while his eyes lingered a little too long in the locker room. Bicurious, maybe. Or just scared of the word. Jared didn’t care about labels. He cared about the way Robert’s thick cock tented his basketball shorts after practice, the way his ass filled out those gray sweatpants when he bent over to tie his shoes in their shared dorm.
Obsession was the only accurate word. Jared jerked off to the memory of Robert’s body every night. He jerked off thinking about forcing that tight virgin hole open. He jerked off thinking about feeding Robert his own cum straight from Jared’s cock after it had been buried in that ass.
Friday night the floor threw a party. Someone brought a bottle of cheap vodka and the inevitable game started in the common room. Spin the bottle. Truth or dare, but mostly dare once the liquor hit.
Robert was already flushed when the bottle landed on him the first time. He took a long pull from the bottle and grinned at the circle like he wasn’t nervous.
“Dare,” he said.
The girl across from him smirked. “I dare you to kiss Jared. Tongue. Ten seconds.”
Robert’s eyes flicked to Jared. Jared kept his face neutral even as his cock twitched hard in his jeans. Robert shrugged, leaned in, and kissed him. It started awkward—dry, closed-mouthed—then Jared opened and sucked Robert’s tongue into his mouth. Robert made a small sound. Ten seconds stretched. When they broke apart Robert’s lips were wet and his pupils were blown.
The bottle kept spinning. Dares got filthier. Clothes came off. Someone dared a girl to sit on a guy’s face. Someone else dared two guys to make out while a third jerked them both. Robert kept landing on dare. He kept choosing it.
Eventually the bottle pointed at Jared.
“Dare,” Jared said immediately.
Robert’s best friend, drunk and grinning, pointed at Robert. “I dare you to take Robert outside, behind the dumpsters, and make him eat your ass. Full tongue. Until he makes you cum just from that.”
The room went quiet for half a second, then exploded in hoots. Robert’s face went red. He opened his mouth like he was going to refuse.
Jared stood up. “Come on.”
They left through the side door. The night air was cool. The dumpsters smelled like garbage and spilled beer. Jared didn’t give Robert time to talk himself out of it. He shoved him against the brick wall, yanked Robert’s jeans and boxers down to his thighs, and spun him around so his bare ass was facing Jared.
“On your knees,” Jared said.
Robert hesitated. Jared grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him down. Then Jared shoved his own jeans down, turned, and presented his ass. He reached back, spread his cheeks with both hands, and pushed his hole right against Robert’s face.
“Lick it. Deep. I want to feel your tongue in me.”
Robert’s breath was hot against him. For a second nothing happened. Then the tip of Robert’s tongue touched Jared’s rim. Tentative. Jared groaned and shoved back harder.
“Don’t be a bitch. Eat it.”
Robert’s hands came up to grip Jared’s hips. His tongue flattened and dragged over the hole, then pushed. Jared felt the muscle give. Robert’s tongue slid inside. Wet. Hot. Filthy. Jared rocked back onto it, fucking himself on Robert’s face. Spit ran down Robert’s chin. The wet sounds of tongue in ass filled the alley.
Jared reached down and stroked his cock while Robert tongue-fucked him. He was already leaking. Robert made a muffled noise every time Jared pushed harder. Jared could feel Robert’s own cock hard against his leg whenever he shifted.
“That’s it. Get it wet. You’re gonna take this cock next.”
Robert didn’t pull away. He pushed deeper, licking, sucking at the rim, shoving his tongue in as far as it would go. Jared’s balls drew up. He came hard, shooting thick ropes onto the brick wall in front of him while Robert’s tongue kept working inside him. Jared’s hole clenched around the tongue as he rode out the orgasm.
When he finally stepped away, Robert stayed on his knees, lips shiny with spit, eyes wide.
Jared turned, grabbed Robert by the hair again, and shoved his still-hard, spit-slick cock into Robert’s open mouth.
“Clean it. Taste your spit on my cock. Then we’re going upstairs.”
Robert gagged but didn’t fight. He sucked. Jared fucked his throat for a minute just because he could, then pulled out.
They went back inside through the side entrance and straight to the elevators. No one stopped them. Robert’s jeans were still half-down under his shirt. His cock was rigid and leaking, the head shiny.
Their dorm room was on the fourth floor. As soon as the door shut Jared shoved Robert against it and kissed him hard, tasting his own ass on Robert’s tongue. Robert moaned into it.
“Shower,” Jared said. “Now.”
They stripped on the way. Robert’s body was solid—football muscle, thick thighs, a heavy cock that curved up toward his stomach, a tight, furry hole that clenched when Jared’s fingers brushed it. Jared turned the water on hot and pushed Robert under the spray.
“Hands on the wall. Spread.”
Robert obeyed. Water ran down his back, over the curve of his ass. Jared soaped his fingers and shoved two of them straight into Robert’s hole without warning. Robert yelled and pushed back anyway. Jared scissored them, then added a third. Robert’s hole stretched around the knuckles. Jared fucked him with his fingers until Robert was shaking and leaking precum down the drain.
“You ever had anything in here?”
“No,” Robert gasped.
“Good.”
Jared shut the water off, grabbed the bottle of lube they kept for jacking off, and coated his cock. He lined up and pushed. The head stretched Robert’s rim white. Robert’s forehead pressed to the tile. Jared kept going until he was buried to the balls.
“Fuck. Tight.”
He didn’t give Robert time to adjust. He started thrusting—deep, hard, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the shower walls. Robert’s hole clung to him on every stroke. Jared reached around and stroked Robert’s cock in time with his thrusts. Robert came first, shooting hard against the tile, his ass clamping down so tight Jared almost followed. Jared kept fucking him through it, then pulled out, spun Robert around, and shoved his cock—still shiny with lube and Robert’s insides—straight into Robert’s mouth.
“Ass to mouth. Taste yourself.”
Robert’s eyes watered but he sucked. Jared fucked his throat until he came, flooding Robert’s mouth. Robert swallowed most of it. Some ran down his chin.
They barely made it to the bed. Jared bent Robert over the edge and pushed back in. This time he went slower, grinding deep, angling for the spot that made Robert’s cock jump and leak again even though he’d just finished. Robert’s hole was looser now, open and greedy. Jared watched his cock disappear into it over and over.
“You’re not bicurious anymore,” Jared said against his ear. “You’re mine. I’m going to fuck this ass every day. I’m going to make you squirt for me.”
Robert moaned. Jared reached under him and rubbed hard behind Robert’s balls while he thrust. Robert’s body jerked. His cock, half-hard again, twitched and then a clear stream shot out of him—not cum, something thinner, forceful. He cried out and kept going, squirting in pulses while Jared pounded him. Jared fucked him through the prostate orgasm until Robert was shaking and babbling.
When Jared finally came again he stayed buried, filling Robert’s hole. He pulled out slowly and watched the cum drip. Then he pushed Robert’s face into the mattress and made him lick the sheets clean of his own squirt while Jared’s fingers kept his hole open.
They didn’t sleep much. Jared woke Robert twice more—once with his cock already halfway in, once by sitting on Robert’s face and ordering him to tongue his hole until Jared came on his chest. Robert did everything he was told. His cock stayed hard almost the entire night.
In the morning Jared ordered coffee and bagels like nothing had happened, then shoved Robert back onto the bed and rimmed him until Robert came untouched again, another weak dribble of squirt leaking out of his spent cock. Jared climbed up, sat on Robert’s face, and made him clean Jared’s hole with his tongue while Jared stroked himself to a final load across Robert’s chest and neck.
Robert lay there afterward, chest rising and falling, cum and spit drying on his skin, hole still open and messy.
“Obsession,” Jared said, trailing a finger through the mess on Robert’s stomach and pushing it into Robert’s mouth. “You’re going to be late for class. Get in the shower. I’m coming with you.”
Robert got up without argument. In the dorm shower Jared pushed him against the wall again, soaped his hole, and slid back inside. Robert’s forehead pressed to the tile. Water ran over both of them. Jared fucked him slow and deep until Robert’s legs shook and another weak stream of fluid leaked from his cock onto the shower floor.
When Jared finally pulled out he turned Robert around, pushed him to his knees, and fed him the cock that had just been buried in his ass.
“Every drop,” Jared said.
Robert licked and sucked until Jared was clean. Then he stayed on his knees, looking up, waiting.
Jared stroked his hair.
“Good boy. We’re doing this again tonight. And tomorrow. And the day after. You’re not going back to pretending.”
Robert swallowed, throat working, and nodded.
Outside the bathroom the dorm hallway was already loud with morning traffic. Neither of them cared. Jared’s cock was hard again just from the sight of Robert’s swollen lips and the knowledge that his load was still leaking out of Robert’s hole under the towel.
The game of spin the bottle had only been the start. The dare had only been the excuse. Jared had wanted this for months. Now he had it—Robert’s mouth, Robert’s ass, Robert’s submission, Robert’s body producing that filthy clear squirt whenever Jared hit the right angle deep enough.
Robert stood up, towel around his waist, and met Jared’s eyes. There was no more bicurious hesitation left in them. Only hunger.
Jared smiled, slow and dark.
“Drop the towel. We’re not done.”
Robert dropped it. Jared pushed him back under the spray, turned him, and started the next round with his tongue already working into Robert’s used, cum-slick hole while the dorm shower steamed around them and the rest of the floor had no idea what was happening behind the locked bathroom door.
They were late for every class that day. Jared didn’t care. He had Robert’s ass and mouth on a permanent rotation now, and he intended to use both until Robert couldn’t walk straight without remembering exactly who owned him.
That night they went back to the party long enough for people to notice Robert walking carefully and Jared’s hand resting possessively on the back of Robert’s neck. Someone asked what had happened after the dare.
Jared just smiled.
Robert stayed quiet, but the look on his face said everything. The bicurious phase was over. The obsession had taken root on both sides. And the next time the bottle spun, Robert was the one who dared Jared to take him outside again—right there against the dumpsters—and fuck him open until he squirted all over the concrete while people could theoretically walk by at any second.
Jared did exactly that.
Robert came with a broken moan, clear fluid arcing onto the dirty ground, hole stretched around Jared’s cock, and when Jared pulled out he shoved Robert down and made him clean every inch of the cock that had just been inside him—ass to mouth, public, filthy, and completely owned.
They went back to the dorm shower after that too. The pattern was set. Dare, outside, shower, bed, repeat. Jared’s obsession fed on every new sound Robert made, every time that tight hole gave up another load of squirt, every time Robert’s mouth took the cock that had just been buried in his ass without hesitation.
By the end of the weekend Robert’s hole was permanently soft and open for Jared. His throat was trained. His cock leaked at the first suggestion of Jared’s fingers near his prostate. And Jared still wasn’t finished. He planned to keep the game going for the rest of the semester—spin the bottle or not. He had Robert now. That was all that mattered.
The rest was just details. Filthy, repeated, relentless details that left Robert marked, used, and coming back for more every single time Jared crooked a finger.
And Jared planned to crook that finger a lot.
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