Landon's a thick-cut white football jock with a killer body, a buzzcut, and zero experience with anything outside the straight-sex playbook. He's had head. He's fucked plenty of girls. But there are things he's never tried-never let himself want. Ass play? Never. A finger up there? Hell no. Getting his ass eaten? Not even on the radar. Enter Micah: a slim, sharp-tongued Black twink who's as femme as he is fearless.
He's flamboyant, beautiful, and unapologetically dominant-in and out of the bedroom. Landon doesn't know why he likes hanging out with Micah. Maybe it's the way he talks. Maybe it's how confident he is. Or maybe it's the way Micah looks at him like he knows exactly what Landon's missing-and exactly how to deliver it. What starts as a dirty confession in the dorm room turns into something steamier, nastier, and way more intense than Landon ever imagined.
Micah's not just going to give him a taste-he's going to flip the script and fuck Landon's mind, body, and ego all in one go. Face-sitting. Choking. Dirty talk. Power games. A jock stripped bare under a twink who knows he's in charge. Micah doesn't just take the lead-he owns it. And Landon? He's about to find out just how far his body will go when the right mouth, the right hands, and the right hole are in control.
This isn't romance. This is raw, nasty, and real. A story about domination, discovery, and the pure, filthy joy of being used just right.
Landon's a thick-cut white football jock with a killer body, a buzzcut, and zero experience with anything outside the straight-sex playbook. He's had head. He's fucked plenty of girls. But there are things he's never tried-never let himself want. Ass play? Never. A finger up there? Hell no. Getting his ass eaten? Not even on the radar. Enter Micah: a slim, sharp-tongued Black twink who's as femme as he is fearless.
He's flamboyant, beautiful, and unapologetically dominant-in and out of the bedroom. Landon doesn't know why he likes hanging out with Micah. Maybe it's the way he talks. Maybe it's how confident he is. Or maybe it's the way Micah looks at him like he knows exactly what Landon's missing-and exactly how to deliver it. What starts as a dirty confession in the dorm room turns into something steamier, nastier, and way more intense than Landon ever imagined.
Micah's not just going to give him a taste-he's going to flip the script and fuck Landon's mind, body, and ego all in one go. Face-sitting. Choking. Dirty talk. Power games. A jock stripped bare under a twink who knows he's in charge. Micah doesn't just take the lead-he owns it. And Landon? He's about to find out just how far his body will go when the right mouth, the right hands, and the right hole are in control.
This isn't romance. This is raw, nasty, and real. A story about domination, discovery, and the pure, filthy joy of being used just right.