SCRUM

Cole Connor strides in from the fields, sweat-slicked and ready for a rinse. The shower hisses as he spots teammates Chad Hammer and Killian Knox by the lockers, easing knots from sore muscles. Killian's hands knead Chad's broad shoulder, but his gaze drops to the thickening bulge in Chad's shorts. Without a word, Killian sinks to his knees, freeing Chad's hardening cock and wrapping his lips around it, sucking with hungry precision. Cole pauses, towel in hand, watching the scene unfold. He dries off swiftly, drawn into the heat. In moments, he kneels between the two studs—Killian's tongue probing his ass, Chad's thick shaft thrusting into his mouth. They move like seasoned athletes, a seamless rhythm of suction and licks, tongues dueling over Cole's hole in a wet, double assault that leaves him gasping. The air crackles with raw need. Killian rises, grips Cole's hips, and slides his bare cock deep inside, bareback and unrelenting. Cole bucks against the invasion, but soon seizes control, pulling out to flip the script—he drives his dick into Killian's tight ass with a forceful thrust, raw and commanding. Chad circles like a predator, seeking his shot. He finds it: while Cole pounds Killian, Chad lines up and plunges his post into Cole's exposed, raw hole. The frenzy builds—a whirlwind of cocks sucked, asses fucked, bodies slick and entangled in perfect, primal plays where no one loses. Chad's shaft buries deep in Cole's ass, pushing him over the edge. Cole erupts, thick ropes of cum splattering Chad's chiseled abs. Eager to even the score, Cole pulls out and turns on Chad, fucking his hole with fierce strokes until Chad bursts, coating himself in his own release. True to form, Cole finishes strong—sliding back into Killian, pounding relentlessly until Killian fountains cum across the tiles. Everybody scores.