Overview

My best friend looks me dead in the eye and tells me how he wants to stuff my hole.

A joke, obviously. A stupid road trip game where he shows me how to hit on girls.

But now we’re sharing a bed in a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, and I can’t keep my eyes off him. All that muscle he’s put on in the last year. All that...
testosterone.

Is this why I can’t get hard for girls? Why I freeze up every single time? Because it’s not soft curves I’m craving, but the crushing weight of a man on top of me?

64 pages