Part of the blazing hot "Bro Club" series
What the hell is in the water at this college? One second you're gaming with your bros, the next you're face-down, ass-up, getting spit-roasted by your two best friends like it's just another Tuesday.
In this second volume of the Bro Club saga, boundaries get bent, backs get blown out, and every moan and muscle gets tested. The bros are back?bigger, hornier, and more curious than ever. This isn't about labels. It's about late-night dares, locker room tension, and the kind of "team bonding" that leaves you sore the next morning.
Watch what happens when a couple of good ol' boy tops decide to break in two tight, eager holes?just to see how far the bro code stretches. Spit, sweat, and laughter mix with raw, relentless pounding as dominance turns playful and submission stays masculine.
This is just the beginning. The club is growing. The boys are getting bold. And there's a whole lotta bro to go around.
Autorentext
S.J. Virelli writes like a fistfight and fucks with words like a backroom confession. Blending raw pulp grit with dripping erotic heat, his stories peel back the skin of masculinity to reveal the lust pumping underneath. Inspired by James Ellroy and the dirty film reels hidden in the back of old video stores, Virelli writes for the gooners, the freaks, the sweat-slicked nightcrawlers who crave something real. His men moan, bruise, and come?hard. He believes in freedom through filth, power through pleasure, and telling the truth with his zipper down.
He's still growing. Still experimenting. Trying to find his voice like a top tries to find his rhythm?and the bottom tries to see just how wide his gape can stretch. He's got too many ideas and not enough time, but he's working on launching a social page for erotic art, multimedia filth, and a way to actually talk to the readers who like their stories soaked and raw.
And while these are all works of fiction, the scenarios?at least the non-supernatural ones?are rooted in something real. Flesh memories. Sweat-soaked nights. Encounters burned into his backbrain. He's lived these moments, reshaped them, and now shares them with the world... even if it's only a few hungry eyes who dare to look.
Follow him, if you dare. Bring lube. Bring breath mints. Bring backup.