Dude, We May As Well Get Used To It NOW...

Two wrestling buddies kick back at Jim's place, talking tournament plans. Then the conversation flips to their big win celebration: a threesome with the hottest girl in class, her idea, and she wants both of them. Jim and Collin are straight, so the thought of getting hard next to another naked guy has them nervous. They figure the only way to dodge any awkward moments is to practice. Laptop open, they pick threesome videos, swearing they’re only watching for her, not each other. Hands slip into shorts. Eyes dart sideways. Quick glances turn into longer looks. One reaches over, fingers brushing skin that’s already hot. The other pushes back into the touch. Excuses get thinner as grips get firmer. By the time they’re stroking each other openly, the porn on screen is just background noise. They’re hard, leaking, and hungry for more, still telling themselves it’s all for the girl—even while fingers press between cheeks and lube-slicked tips push deeper, stretching tight holes while moans fill the room.