Red Hot

In the dim glow of the barracks, Jozsef Kovacs, John Valko, Adam Gosett, and Miklos Soledad sprawl on their bunks, trading lazy jabs and crude laughs. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and steam. Jozsef strides in fresh from the shower, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing paths down his chiseled chest. His skin gleams, inviting eyes that linger too long. The teasing erupts fast. John smirks, tosses a balled sock at him. 'Look at you, strutting like you own the place.' Adam chuckles, eyes raking over Jozsef's form. Miklos leans forward, voice dropping low. 'Bet that towel's hiding more than just steam.' Ribbing turns to touches—fingers brushing thighs, palms grazing abs. Laughter fades into heavy breaths. Jozsef drops the towel. His cock springs free, thick and ready, veins pulsing with promise. John kneels first, mouth enveloping him in one slick slide, tongue swirling the head. Adam and Miklos strip bare, their own lengths hardening as they watch. Hands roam. Miklos pulls Adam close, lips crashing in a hungry kiss while fingers probe his ass, stretching him open with deliberate thrusts. They tangle on the bunk. Jozsef fucks John's mouth deep, hips bucking. Adam mounts Miklos, sinking down onto that rigid shaft, riding with a gasp that echoes off the walls. Bodies grind, slick with spit and pre-cum. Sweat beads and drips. Jozsef switches, bending Adam over, slamming in balls-deep, each pound drawing moans that build like thunder. The rhythm surges. John strokes himself, fist flying. Miklos grips Adam's hips, driving up hard. Pleasure coils tight. One by one, they break—like uncapped hydrants, geysers erupt. Jozsef floods Adam's depths first, hot spurts pulsing inside. Adam follows, spilling across Miklos's chest in thick ropes. John arcs high, painting the floor. Miklos roars last, pumping seed into the air, claiming the frenzy's end.