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Damn, it's hot," Marcus murmured, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "You can say that again," his roommate, Jake, agreed, flipping through the TV channels. "Feels like we're living in a sauna." Their tiny, college apartment felt like an oven, and the ancient air conditioner could barely keep up with the relentless heatwave that had been baking the city for the past week. Marcus flopped onto the couch, his T-shirt sticking to his chest, and glanced at Jake, who was still scrolling through the channels with a bored expression on his face. "Find anything good?" Marcus asked, his voice a tad hopeful. "Just the same old crap," Jake replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Maybe we should just cut our losses and head to the pool." The two young men had been friends since freshman year, and their friendship had grown into something more over time. They were comfortable with each other in ways that most people would find strange, but it worked for them. They didn't need to hide their true selves in the sanctity of their shared space. The apartment was a mess, a testament to their procrastination skills. Empty pizza boxes and beer cans littered the floor, and the faint scent of sweat and musk hung in the air. The blinds were drawn, creating a dark, cool oasis in the sweltering heat. Marcus's eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. It was already past noon, and they had yet to do anything productive. Suddenly, the TV's volume spiked, making them both jump. "Fuck!" Jake swore, quickly turning it down. "I hate it when it does that." Marcus chuckled and leaned back, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. His gaze fell on a magazine peeking out from under the couch cushion. It was one of Jake's, filled with images that were definitely not for public consumption. He felt a twinge of curiosity and reached for it, casually flipping through the pages. The images grew more explicit, and he found himself getting aroused. Marcus had always enjoyed the occasional porn, but seeing these pictures while Jake was just a few feet away was something new. He couldn't help but wonder if his roommate felt the same way about him. They had never talked about it, but the tension between them was palpable, especially when they were both feeling a bit... frustrated. Jake looked over, catching Marcus's eyes on the magazine. He blushed, but instead of getting defensive, he just smirked. "Looking for some inspiration?" he teased. Marcus felt his own cheeks heat up. "Just passing the time," he said, trying to play it cool. Jake set the remote down and leaned back in his chair, his eyes lingering on Marcus's hand, which was still flipping through the pages. "You know, if you're bored, I could show you something even better," he offered, his voice low and suggestive. Marcus's heart skipped a beat. He looked up, meeting Jake's gaze. The air between them grew thick with unspoken desires. It was as if the heat outside had somehow managed to seep into their apartment and concentrate in the space between their bodies. Without a word, Marcus nodded, setting the magazine aside. Jake stood up, his movements deliberate and fluid, and walked over to his bedroom. Marcus followed, his heart pounding in his chest. Inside, the room was even darker, the only light coming from a single lamp on the nightstand. The bed was unmade, the sheets a tangled mess. Marcus's eyes took in every detail, his mind racing with anticipation. Jake turned to face him, his eyes heavy with lust. "You sure about this?" Marcus didn't answer with words. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Their bodies touched, and the heat from their skin seemed to meld them together. Jake's breath was hot and heavy on his neck as he leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that left them both gasping for air. They fumbled with each other's clothes, desperate to feel bare skin against bare skin. Marcus's hands trembled as he unbuckled Jake's belt, his cock already straining against the fabric of his shorts. Jake's fingers were equally clumsy as they tugged at Marcus's shirt, revealing his taut stomach and chest muscles. They stumbled towards the bed, knocking over the lamp in the process. The room was plunged into darkness, but it didn't matter. They could feel each other's heat, each other's desire. Their clothes were scattered on the floor like discarded pieces of their former lives. They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hands and mouths. Marcus tasted the salt on Jake's skin as he kissed a trail down his body, and the moan that escaped Jake's lips was like music to his ears. He felt Jake's hands in his hair, guiding him lower, until he was face to face with the object of his desire. He took Jake's cock into his mouth, feeling it pulse and swell with every stroke of his tongue. Jake's hips bucked upward, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Marcus had never felt so alive, so connected to someone else. He could feel Jake's every twitch and shiver, and it was driving him wild. Their bodies moved in a rhythm that was both frantic and beautiful, each of them giving and taking in equal measure. Marcus felt his own cock throb in response to Jake's touch, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The sound of their heavy breathing and muffled moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate in every corner of the tiny apartment. Jake's hand wrapped around Marcus's cock, stroking him in time with the movements of his mouth. Marcus's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a long, guttural moan that seemed to shake the very foundation of the building. He was so close, so incredibly close, and he could feel Jake getting closer too. With a final, desperate push, Marcus climaxed, his cum spurting into Jake's mouth. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that he thought he might pass out. But Jake didn't stop, swallowing every drop as if it was the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted. The two of them lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing in the aftermath of their shared release. They didn't speak, didn't need to. The air was thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, and the unspoken understanding that their friendship had just taken a very different turn. For a moment, they just enjoyed the feeling of each other's bodies, the gentle caresses and the soft whispers of skin on skin. And then, as if on cue, the AC unit in the window kicked back on with a rattle and a groan, sending a cool breeze through the room. It was as if the universe had given them a nod of approval, a small gift to help them cool down after their fiery encounter. They eventually pulled apart, their eyes meeting in the dim light. There was a new intimacy between them, a bond that went beyond friendship. They shared a knowing smile, and Marcus realized that the heat outside was nothing compared to the inferno they had just kindled within each other. As they cleaned up and dressed, the tension in the room had shifted. It was no longer awkward or uncomfortable; it was charged with something much more primal and raw. They didn't know what the future held for them, but one thing was certain: their lives would never be the same again. The TV droned on in the background, forgotten in the haze of their passion. The outside world didn't matter anymore. All that existed was the two of them, and the promise of countless hot, sweaty afternoons to come.

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Can y'all just shut up about the "pLeAsE dOn'T pUt InApPrOpRiAtE ThInGs HeRe 🥺🥺😭" like bitch stfu, it's like crying over rule 34 shit. if you're sensitive to porn and sexy shit, gtfo of the internet and touch grass and get a fresh air you chronically online mf 💀🙏🤦‍♀️🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

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“They brag about themselves with empty, foolish boasting. With an appeal to twisted sexual desires, they lure back into sin those who have barely escaped from a lifestyle of deception.” ‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭2‬:‭18‬ ‭NLT‬‬ please dont commit lust. god will be disappointed <3

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Ok, why are there ppl beefing on here, if you guys dont like the smuts, (which i literally fucking love) then ignore it, im with the ppl posting the smuts and shit bcz they be so good- but back to my point, if you dont like it, ignore it, dont put a thumbs down, dont interact with it, ignore it, we are aware there are kids on here, but if THEY want to re- ad the smut, they can, if they are too young, its up to them! Putting it- it in my world, i started watching porn at 8, and still do, now 15, and- masturbated 9-now, but back to the kids, if they are like 8, 9, 10, etc. and they come on here and search it up to read it, thats their choice, now stop complaining and go back to copy and pasting little sparkle symbols to your tiktok and discord bios. (MORE FTM FEMBOY SMUTS PLEASE LOL-)