Tyler Blake writes gay erotic fiction about frat culture, first times, and the psychological unraveling of straight as well as gay men who swore they knew exactly what they were. Explicit, character-driven, and updated daily on Patreon.
He came into the mirror from maybe four inches away. It was a single streak, clean, running diagonally from upper right to lower left. Medium volume. Not a rookie load. Definitely honored the three days, I'd assume for sure.
Desperate for cash, hung jock Gavin offers his broke roommate Toby $250 to wear panties and bend over for a quick video. One torn lace later, Toby’s virgin ass takes every thick inch. Raw, relentless, and way too good to stop.
I moved closer anyway, positioning myself on my knees beside them, face level with where they were joined. Jace's thick cock was buried maybe five inches deep now, the shaft glistening with lube.
I wasn't in much better shape. My ass still throbbed from earlier, jock clinging to my sticky thighs. Jace stood at the foot of the bed, cock hard, grinning like he'd just won a fucking championship. "Let's see how much I can tongue your hole before you beg for something more."
The taste hit me immediately. Clean, salty, masculine. That specific taste of arousal. Of precum already beading at the tip. Of a straight guy letting a gay friend suck his dick for the first time.
The room smelled like beer and lube and that specific dorm-room smell of a guy who hasn't done laundry in two weeks. Nate was right there, crouched beside the bed, eyes wide, stroking himself through his boxer briefs. He'd stopped pretending he wasn't into watching me. I'd clocked that about five minutes ago and I had not decided yet how I felt abo
Gay guy comes out to his two straight best friends, they're totally cool about it but somehow the night ends with all three bros on the couch with their dicks out.
Three self-proclaimed total tops get talked into a "demo" by a cocky freshman pledge after a post-leg-day argument about fingering technique. What starts as frat bravado ends with both tops face-down on a dorm comforter, hole-up, poppers in the air, getting systematically worked open by the pledge who saw them coming from a mile away.