In Your Wildest Dreams

Kevin Williams pushed open his bedroom door, and there was Tom Brock, sprawled across the rumpled sheets like a forbidden invitation. Kevin's pulse quickened; he knew exactly how to worship Tom's cock, drawing it deep into his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes that teased the tip before swallowing him whole. Tom's breath hitched, his body arching as excitement surged through him, fingers soon finding Kevin's tight hole, probing and circling with insistent rhythm. The door creaked downstairs—Eric Manchester, the uninvited shadow in black gloves, slipping through the unlocked back entrance like a thief in the night. Upstairs, the lovers froze, eyes wide in the dim glow, caught mid-moan. Eric's gaze locked on Kevin's exposed ass, bent and vulnerable. He didn't hesitate. With a predatory grin, he closed the distance, claiming that quivering entrance for himself, thrusting in deep while Tom watched, stunned and strangely aroused.