Hole in the Wall

Two straight friends. One hole. And a mystery man on the other side.

Best friend? More like bad influence. Without him goading me on, I never would have had the guts to actually put my junk through the hole.

Now there's a stranger blowing my mind, and an all too invested best friend breathing down my neck. This is not how I expected my first time to go.

He's crowding me against the wall, teasing at my neck---and it's hard to think. I'm supposed to be straight, but my goddamn traitorous body is way too into this---It's too hot, too embarrassing, and I'm about to combust.

And now the stranger wants me to return the favor---but there's no way I can get on my knees for another guy, right?

So why am I desperate for just one taste?