I’m the quiet guy in the frat house. I’m not supposed to be staring at my straight, alpha frat brothers. But I can’t stop.

Brock, Tyler, and Jake are the untouchable gods of our chapter. Towering walls of ripped muscle, thick veins, and raw testosterone. Just watching the way their heavy bulges strain against their gym shorts makes me throb with need.

I want nothing more than to drop to my knees and serve them. I want to be bent over the lounge couch and shared and stretched by all three of them until I'm absolutely wrecked and overflowing with their white-hot release.

But that's just a filthy fantasy. They're straight.

Until the cops shut down the biggest sorority party of the year, ruining the night for my three best frat bros right before they could score. Now we're back at our empty frat house, and they are dangerously wound up with unmet need, frustrated, and completely desperate for relief.

They're so wound up they can barely think straight, so I make a terrifying gamble.

I offer them my mouth. No strings, no expectations. Just bros helping bros take the edge off.

I expected them to laugh in my face.

I never expected all three of them to say yes—and pass me around until I’m thoroughly claimed as their permanent, free-use secret.

Author's Note: This is a fast-paced, 18k-word M/M erotica short completely devoid of romance. This is only for adult readers who are 18+ and want their fiction raw, sweaty, and unapologetically filthy.