Biflatmate, the quintessential guy-next-door gone bad, sets up his camera in the frat house's communal bathroom. Wearing nothing but a tight pair of jean shorts, he strokes his thick, veiny cock until it's ready. As he slips on a condom, the anticipation builds. With a moan, he releases, his piss filling the condom, the camera zooming in on the growing, golden bulge. He plays with it, squeezing and rubbing, his pale skin and white surroundings stark against the liquid inside.