Two weeks had passed since the incident in the showers, and the skinny guy hadn't come looking for me again. I didn't know if it was due to shame, fear of the guards, or if he was just busy. Meanwhile, I couldn't get him out of my head. Every time I saw him kicking a ball or yelling nonsense in the yard, a heat would rise up my back and my ass would get restless, as if it had a memory of its own. I wanted more, but I wasn't going to make the first move. I wasn't brave enough yet.

One night, after the 9 o'clock count, the dormitory was quieter than usual. Most of the guys were snoring or killing time with murmurs. I was lying on my bunk, staring at the ceiling, when I felt a touch on the mattress. I opened my eyes, and there he was, crouched beside me, with that crooked smile and his ears visible in the dim light. "Shh," he said, putting a finger to his lips, and nodded towards the end of the hall, where there was a dark corner behind some stacked boxes we used to store junk from the cantina.

No need for him to say more. I got up quietly, with my heart in my throat, and followed him. The air was heavy, smelling of damp concrete. When we reached the corner, he pushed me against the boxes with that mix of urgency and clumsiness that turned me on so much. "I missed you, crazy," he said, with a hint of swagger, and before I could respond, he already had his face between my hands, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. I returned the kiss with gusto, clashing teeth, while his hands went down to squeeze my ass as if he wanted to rip my pants off.

He didn't waste time. He turned me around against the boxes, pulling my pants down to my ankles in one swift motion, and spat loudly into his hand. I felt the warm saliva when he rubbed it between my cheeks, while he pulled his shorts down with the other hand. "Open your legs, come on," he growled in my ear, and I obeyed, leaning my hands on the boxes to brace myself for what was coming. He thrust into me in one swift motion, entering slowly but going all the way in, and the first push made me let out a gasp that I had to stifle in my hand. He was a beast, but he knew how to move: that long, curved cock filled me just where I felt it most, rubbing against something deep inside me that made my legs tremble.

I didn't touch myself once. No need. The pleasure rose from my ass like an electric current, each thrust making something deep inside me tighten, keeping me on the edge without needing to touch my cock. He was sawing into me with force, splashing sweat, and the friction of the boxes against my chest scraped my skin, but I didn't care. "What an ass, crazy, what an ass," he panted behind me, and I could only moan softly, lost in the sensation of having him inside me, opening me up, filling me until I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. The fear of someone hearing us only made it more intense; every creak of the dormitory put me on edge, but I didn't want him to stop.