Crotch Rocket

Samuel Colt ducks into the bustling bar, his motorcycle still in the shop, nursing a beer at the counter. His eyes snag on Alessio Romero and Arpad Miklos, bent over the pool table, cues clacking. Barkeep Brenn Wyson leans in with a grin, spilling the bet: loser bends over for a gangbang. Alessio scratches the eight-ball. Game over. Arpad, Samuel, and Brenn pounce like wolves on fresh meat, pinning the lean jock against the table's edge. They swarm him, cocks out, spit flying—drowning his protests in a slick barrage. Slaps sting his cheeks as they force their shafts past his lips, greedy for more, jamming two thick heads into his mouth at once. He gags, but they don't relent. The trio circles, each claiming a turn to bury himself balls-deep in Alessio's willing hole, prepping it first with hungry tongues lapping at his rim. Samuel and Brenn go next, ruthless in their double plunge, stretching that tight ring to its limit as both cocks grind in together, friction sparking fire. Finally, they pull out and unleash. Brenn erupts first, ropes of cum painting Alessio's face in hot streaks. Arpad follows, drizzling his load across the loser's chest like warm honey. Samuel seals it, creaming him with a final, heaving blast. Only then, spent and marked, does Alessio wrap a hand around himself, stroking furiously until his own release shatters free.