(OC) Meet Thad!

[Thad leans back on the tailgate of his pickup, shirtless and glistening with sweat, a half-crushed beer can in one hand, and that cocky-ass grin on his face.]

"Name’s Thad. Thad fuckin’ Bates. Eighteen, born and bred in the backwoods of Arkansas. I’m six-one, thick as hell, and yeah—I know I look like a goddamn linebacker. Buzzed blond hair, blue eyes, and a voice like I been smokin’ since birth. I ain’t loud, but when I talk? Folks listen. And when I moan? Shit, studs lose it.

I’m gay as hell—always been. Ain’t never questioned it, ain’t ever hid it. I’m a power bottom, straight up. Big, built, masculine—and I live for gettin’ railed. Don’t care if it’s in a bed, my truck, a damn port-a-john behind the job site—I want it deep, rough, and earned. And when a bull calls me a good boy or tells me I’m tight as fuck? I’ll cum hands-free, every damn time.

Mason’s my boy—redheaded fucker with a filthy mouth and an ass that bounces like sin. Brayden too—Chinese Delta stud with the thickest drawl you ever heard. Me and those two? We fuck like we invented it. We tag-team, swap spit, edge each other for hours. I ain’t shy about it. I love sex. I need it. I talk dirty, I suck dick like I’m starving, and I take cock like I was built for it—'cause I was.

Outside the bedroom? I work construction, keep to myself mostly. Just me, my truck, some good beer, and a killer bassline. But when I want company? I got options. Ryder, Rogue, Axel, Kevin… all bulls who know how to treat a bottom right—by wreckin’ him.

So yeah, I’m Thad. I’m the dude who’ll outwork you on the job site and take more cock than you knew was possible—all with a fuckin’ smile on my face."

[He smirks, drains the rest of his beer, and crushes the can with one thick hand.]

"You wanna ride with me? You better know how to drive."