It’s 1am. Gay sex His body looks like a powerful machine that I have control of for the next few minutes. I hear quiet moans and groans from him as I pump faster into him.I grasp his wrists tighter, his hands balled up into fists. That’s normally all I get from him beyond a quick greeting at the door. We’re in my dorm room; he can’t be heard letting everyone know how much he likes getting dicked. The first few times, he made it clear I wasn’t to cum inside of him. It’s 1am. He’s so big and tall, a good half-foot taller then me. I break the unspoken rule.“Bitch,” I whisper in a growl.I see his eyes open if only for a second. My aim is always to see how much he can take. He whimpers again. It’s stressful enough for him to sneak around incognito to some kid’s dorm to get fucked. I put my knees between his legs and kick them out wider. He doesn’t like the way he acts when we are together. He was absolutely beautiful. I do it forcefully to show him I’m in charge now. I think it must be exhausting to be constantly in character, always portraying a hard as nails exterior, a tough attitude,
