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Grant Ryan pumps iron in one corner of the gym, sweat tracing paths down his chiseled frame. Woody Fox hangs upside down from a thick rope, muscles taut and straining. Steven Lee spots nearby, his gaze sharp and appreciative. Woody's phone slips from his pocket, tumbling to the mat. Steven snatches it up, handing it back with a grin. Woody, blood rushing to his head, pulls Steven close and seals his thanks with a deep, hungry kiss. The sight hooks Grant like a barb—his pulse quickens, eyes locked on the unfolding heat. He doesn't hesitate. Grant drops to his knees beside them, yanking Steven's shorts down to free that raging hard-on. His mouth engulfs it, lips stretching around the thick shaft, tongue swirling with urgent need. The three men melt into a frenzy: kisses traded in fevered bursts, cocks sucked with greedy precision. Woody's shaft throbs under Grant's grip; Steven's balls tighten as Woody takes his turn deep-throating. Grant climbs atop Woody, straddling his face, ass hovering invitingly. Woody's tongue dives in, lapping at the tight ring with lavish strokes, while Grant leans forward to conquer two cocks at once—sucking Woody's uncut length and Steven's veined pole in tandem, mouth stuffed and slick. Steven amps the rhythm, positioning behind Grant. He slicks his thick pole and thrusts deep, burying himself in Grant's yielding hole. Each plunge draws a muffled groan from Grant. Woody claims the best view, face wedged beneath the pounding action, tongue now feasting on Steven's ass—rimming the stud as he drives relentlessly into Grant, the air thick with grunts and the wet slap of skin. Woody craves his shot at Grant's ass. They pivot seamlessly, spit-roasting him: Steven feeds his cock into Grant's eager mouth, choking off his moans, while Woody mounts from behind, slamming his uncut rod home. The double assault rocks Grant's body, holes stretched and filled in perfect sync. They hammer on, relentless, until the edge sharpens to a blade. Woody pulls out first, fisting his uncut cock furiously. He erupts, ropes of hot cum painting Grant's face in a glistening mask. Grant, face drenched and Steven's thrusts unyielding in his ass, strokes himself to release—jizz arcing across his torso, coating abs and chest in sticky triumph. That's the spark Steven needs. He withdraws with a final, savage pump, then unleashes his load, drenching Grant further, leaving the stud a cum-soaked masterpiece, utterly spent and satisfied.