Christopher White & Crush Daddy: I’m Coming Over – Kitchen Carnage

Christopher White, a stressed college jock, shows up to his buddy’s place ready to unwind with some golf drills—but finds Crush Daddy, his buddy’s muscle-bound, tattooed roommate, blending a protein shake instead. Plans for a chill afternoon vanish faster than Crush’s shirt when Christopher’s eyes lock onto his bulging biceps.

Crush, a walking thirst trap with biceps like cannonballs and ink that tells stories no Bible could, doesn’t mind the attention. One palm on his arm, and Christopher’s lips are on his—no small talk, no hesitation. The jock drops to his knees, worshiping Crush’s thick, uncut rod like it’s his new religion. Crush returns the favor, hoisting Christopher onto the kitchen counter to devour his slim frame: sucking his nipples, fingering his hole, then ploughing him raw while condiment bottles rattle like applause.

Christopher’s “driving range” becomes a dripping range—the twink’s stomach painted with his own cum, his hole glazed by Crush’s salty finish. Crush smirks, wiping sweat off his beard: “Guess your buddy’s not the only one chasing tail.”