Morning Wood: Straight To Gay MM First Time
Lucas Blaze
It’s the first thing I see when I wake up in our cramped tent—his morning wood, obscenely outlined.
I freeze, pulse hammering, staring at the thick, hard flesh straining against the fabric.
But I’m straight, and so is he. So why can’t I look away? Why do I want to wrap my lips around it?
I’m starting to think this camping trip was a terrible idea.

