Naval Studs

Joe Calderon stepped aboard first, his eyes locking onto Thomas Williams with a hunger that promised rough seas ahead. Stefan Toth followed, broad shoulders flexing as he grinned, already unbuttoning his shirt. Zoly Mirlos and Daniel Kriley flanked them, their gazes trailing over Thomas like waves claiming the shore. Thomas wandered the deck, inspecting the ship, but it was the crew that caught him—five men, each a sculpted force of nature, primed to turn the voyage into pure, salty ecstasy. The captain nodded, his voice low and commanding. 'Ready to learn the ropes, lad?' They closed in, hands roaming bold and sure. Joe pinned Thomas against the mast, lips crashing in a kiss that tasted of salt and storm. Stefan dropped to his knees, freeing Thomas's cock with eager fingers, sucking deep while Zoly's tongue traced the curve of his neck. Daniel gripped Thomas's hips, grinding hard, his own arousal pressing insistent. The captain joined last, shedding clothes to reveal a body honed by endless horizons, his mouth claiming Thomas's in turns. They took him fully, a relentless five-man storm. Joe thrust into Thomas's mouth, hips bucking with sailor’s rhythm. Stefan plowed his ass from behind, each stroke a thunderclap of pleasure. Zoly and Daniel worked his hands, then switched, cocks sliding slick and urgent. The captain orchestrated it all, fingers teasing, bodies entwining in a frenzy of sweat and moans. No inch untouched, no desire denied—they manned their torpedoes with expert precision, building to that shattering release. One by one, they exploded, hot and fierce, flooding Thomas until he arched and spilled, lost in their shared, shuddering delight.