DOOR GUARDING
The hallway stayed dark and narrow, like it was holding its breath. The rookie stood facing the tall wooden door, palms sweaty at his sides. He didn't know what waited behind it, only that the guard behind him was big, solid, and wearing only tight black briefs that showed off every hard line of his body.
"You don't get to look," the guard said quietly. "You face the door. You earn it without seeing."
The rookie swallowed and nodded. He could hear the guard move closer, feel his heat on his back. "Don't use your hands," the guard murmured. "Use your body. Show me you mean it." The rookie leaned back slowly until his shoulders brushed the guard's chest. The guard breathed out rough, like he was trying not to react.
"Good," the guard said. "Now move."
The rookie shifted his hips, slow and unsure, then found a rhythm. His legs shook but he didn't stop, staring at the door like it was the only thing keeping him standing.
"Yeah," the guard said low, his voice starting to slip. "Like that. Easy. Let it grow." The rookie pushed back with more confidence. He felt the guard’s briefs being pulled down, then the hot, blunt pressure of his own cock against the guard's hole. He gripped the guard's hips and drove in deep, burying himself to the hilt. The guard let out a sharp gasp, his body tensing before yielding.
The rookie began to fuck him in earnest, powerful strokes that slammed the guard against his back. He wasn't thinking anymore, just feeling—heat, tension, need.
"You're close," the guard groaned. "Don't quit now."
The rookie gave one last strong push, pouring all his fear and want into it. He buried himself deep with a guttural cry. His cock pulsed, a hot flood filling the guard's ass, a thick, wet creampie spilling out and running down his thigh.
The rookie stepped back slowly. The guard stayed facing the door, chest heaving. Boots crossed the floor. A hand touched the handle. "You did it," the guard said, voice rough but proud. The door opened with a heavy sound. Light spilled out.
"Go," the guard said. The rookie walked forward into the bright room, legs weak but head high. He didn't look back.
The door closed behind him.
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