Feathers and Friction
What began as a playful fight with a busted pillow exploded into feathers, hard-ons, and three college boys fucking like it was the only way to cool down. Three sweaty college boys stuck in an Airbnb bedroom in Greenville wasn’t exactly how they pictured their summer course in sports physiology. Jayden stood shirtless at the window, his dark skin slick with heat, watching the afternoon haze melt the sidewalk outside. Nate sprawled across the bed in olive-green briefs, pale and unbothered, while Milo sat on the floor in red boxer-briefs, fanning himself lazily with a torn so...