A straight-up filthy college bromance with zero feelings and max friction. Shane and Chris are just two regular college dudes—jacked, horny, and way too backed up. Their dorm rooms are next to each other, their girls never put out, and they've both got way too much testosterone to burn. So one night, after a rough day and a few dumb jokes, they figured out the ultimate solution: take care of each other. Like bros do. No kissing. No cuddling. No big talk. Just hard bodies, tight holes, and friendly pounding to blow off steam. A secret ritual. A handshake with dicks. And they both swear they're still straight. Then Jordan shows up—a soft-spoken gym bro with a nerdy streak and a body built like a porn fantasy. He's curious. Nervous. And when he knocks on their dorm room door, Shane and Chris decide to give him a show. What starts as watching quickly turns into something filthier, sweatier, and even more intense. Three bros, one futon, and a whole new kind of bonding. What follows is a raw, graphic, no-rules initiation into Bro Club —where the only real rule is "bros help bros." And sometimes, helping means going balls deep. Tagline: They don't think it's gay. They just think it's hot.