“Yeah, you feel that? Gay porn Ben was… less.The rhythm grew faster, Alex’s breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as he chased his release. He curled onto his side, his back to Alex, staring at the wall as the hum of the vents filled the silence. He curled onto his side, his back to Alex, staring at the wall as the hum of the vents filled the silence. The first time had set the tone, and now it was routine—every night, Alex would take him, always with that same cocky grin, always with that same brutal thrust. Its living cabin was a claustrophobic box—ten feet by eight, with two bunks bolted to one wall, a fold-down table, and a single porthole revealing the endless black. He wiped himself off. This is night one. “Don’t talk.”But Alex never listened. “On your knees again. “Your balls touching mine—it’s wrong.”“Wrong?” Alex taunted, his pace quickening, the slaps growing louder, sharper. “Big, full balls, owning yours.
