He’s always been the one in control, the one who commands, yet these thoughts—of being near the boys, of their hands, their mouths—ignite a fire he cannot extinguish, even as he refuses to surrender his throne.One evening, after a particularly brutal five-day stretch of no release—his body battered from an away match and relentless training, his mind clouded with the haze of too many beers—Koen finds himself sprawled on a worn frat house couch, the room spinning softly around him. Casper’s triumph flares, his heart pounding with the thrill of conquest, but he pauses, a wicked glint in his eye as he leaps back to his discarded jeans, snatching the thick leather belt with a triumphant snap. Gay porn “You’re too thick for this shit, bro!” he snaps, his jock charisma cracking as Casper’s smirk fuels his defiance, his chest heaving with a hammering heart, nipples hardening into tingling peaks, his 8.5-inch cock’s tip twitching beneath him, leaking a bead of precum, the shaft pulsing with a heavy, insistent throb. “I can’t be this broken!” he thinks, shame scorching his face as tears mix with spit drooling from his mouth, his nose running freely, a wet mess soaking his sharp jawline.
