The Freshmen

In the steamy haze of the bathroom, Sebastian Cruz locks eyes with Jeremy Penn. It's Cock 101, raw and unspoken. Silently, they grip themselves—hands gliding over taut skin, fingers wrapping firm around throbbing shafts. Strokes quicken, breaths shallow. Tension coils like a spring. Sebastian's muscles flex under his touch; Jeremy's hips buck subtly. The rhythm builds, urgent and shared. Then, release crashes through them both. They unload in heavy spurts, silent ecstasy etching their faces.