Everyone on campus knows he is the straightest guy in the fraternity — captain of the lacrosse team, a different girl every weekend, the whole package. But behind closed doors, his openly gay roommate has been slowly chipping away at that armor for months. Tonight, after one too many beers and a confession that has been building all semester, the walls finally come down.
He sits on the edge of the bed, nervous energy radiating from every bulging muscle as his buddy kneels between his thick thighs. The first touch of a male mouth on his cock sends a visible shiver through his entire body. His eyes close, his head tips back, and a low moan escapes those clenched jaws. This feels different. This feels better.
Emboldened, the straight stud lies back and lifts his muscular legs — an invitation he never thought he would offer. His buddy takes his time, tongue and fingers working that virgin hole open with patient precision. When the cock finally slides in, the jock’s face contorts in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. Each thrust unlocks something primal inside him, and by the end he is begging for it harder, deeper, finally understanding what he has been missing his entire life.
