Ace In The Hole

In the dim glow of their dorm room, Tom and Mark lounged on sagging beds, two restless studs trading lazy jabs about their empty wallets and emptier nights. Boredom hung thick in the air. Tom leaned forward, eyes gleaming. 'How about poker?' he said. 'Strip poker,' he added, grin widening like a secret promise, 'to spice things up.' Mark shrugged, heat already stirring. 'Why the hell not?' The cards flew fast, clothes shedding like inhibitions. Soon they sat naked, cocks throbbing hard and heavy in the charged silence. 'Another hand?' Tom murmured, his smile predatory now. He reached out, fingers wrapping firm around Mark's thick shaft, stroking with bold intent. Mark didn't pull away—too fired up, too ready. He arched back as Tom's mouth descended, hot and insistent, lips sealing around him in a slick, sucking rhythm that pulled groans from deep in his chest. The heat built, urgent and raw. Mark took his turn, the ace up his sleeve: he flipped Tom onto all fours, spat into his palm, and slicked his pulsing cock. With one fierce thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in Tom's tight ass, pounding deep and relentless. Tom bucked back, gasping, as Mark unleashed a flood of hot cum, filling him full. Victory tasted sweet, bodies spent and tangled in the afterglow.