Touch Me

Troy MacKenzie, fresh from a haze of regret over his wandering heart, picks up the phone. He dials his old flames, Brad Phillips and Butch Taylor, craving a sympathetic ear. 'Come on over,' they coax, their voices smooth as silk, already scheming a ambush on his fragile state. Troy steps through the door, words tumbling out, but Brad and Butch strike first. Brad thrusts his thick cock past Troy's lips, filling his mouth with urgent heat. Butch kneels behind, his fingers circling Troy's tight entrance, teasing it open, slick and ready for the monster straining between his legs. He pushes in slow at first, then claims him fully, while Brad swings around, offering his firm, muscled ass for Troy's eager tongue to lap and probe. The bed groans under Butch's rhythm, each savage plunge burying deep, stoking a fire that scorches Troy from the inside. Overwhelmed, Troy erupts, his release a hot, thick jet splattering Brad's skin. Guilt shadows Troy's eyes as he slips away, leaving the pair to their hunger. Brad and Butch collide then, bodies locking like forged steel, skin sliding slick against skin. Their cocks, rigid and pulsing, grind together in a frenzy of friction, until ecstasy shatters them both—gushing streams of cum marking the peak of their raw, spent desire.