Behind Closed Doors

Tom Steele, still in his football gear from practice, pauses at the doorway to another room in Falcon House. He spots Kevin Wiles sprawled on the weight bench, legs spread wide. From behind, Jim Bentley kneels and takes Kevin deep into his throat, swallowing every inch with greedy ease. The two switch it up fast—horn dogs both, they twist into a sweaty 69 right there on the bench, mouths devouring cocks in a frenzy of slurps and moans. Jim's fingers soon find their mark, plunging into Kevin's big-puckered hole, fucking it slow at first, then harder, stretching the tight ring until Kevin bucks. Up close, Jim's tongue dives in next, rimming that eager ass with lavish circles, lapping at the sensitive folds. Then he grabs the string of very large love beads, each one thick as a thumb, and stuffs them in one by one—watching the hole swallow them whole, a delicious game of push and pull.