Trevor Harris Bottoms For Silas Brooks

Trevor Harris bets his “straight” roommate Silas Brooks that a dude’s mouth beats his girlfriend’s—and Silas’s bulge says he’s curious. “Amy’s got nothing on this,” Trevor smirks, sinking onto Silas’s thick shaft, thighs trembling. Silas’s resolve cracks fast: fingers tangled in Trevor’s hair, he thrusts upward, groaning, “Fuck, your throat’s… deeper.”

Trevor flips the script, spreading his ass cheeks: “Lick it like you mean it.” Silas hesitates, then dives in—tongue probing, slurps echoing off the walls. “Tighter than her,” Silas admits, slamming into Trevor’s hole with zero finesse. The headboard cracks drywall as they fuck missionary, doggy, Trevor riding backward to milk Silas’s balls. “Guys… are better,” Silas grunts, cumming so hard his vision blurs. Trevor licks a stray drop off his lip: “Told you. Now clean your mess—Amy’s back at eight.