Mandriven

Mark Andrews prowls the club, his hunger for sex sharpening every glance. He spots Danny Somers on his knees, wiping down the play area's leather bench, oblivious to the heat building. Mark steps close, unzips, and thrusts his thick cock into Danny's eager mouth. Danny takes it all, lips stretching wide, throat working hungrily as he sucks with raw need, filling the air with wet, greedy sounds. The sight ignites Matt Gunther and Brad Mitchell across the room. They strip fast, hands wrapping around their hardening shafts, stroking in sync with Danny's rhythm. Desire pulls them in. The four collide in the club's unscripted frenzy—bodies tangle, cocks plunge into willing holes, moans blend into a symphony of slick skin and urgent gasps. Mark claims Danny's ass while Matt feeds Brad his length, the group a whirlwind of sweat and release. Sated but buzzing, Brad disentangles and heads back to his attendant duties, towel slung over his shoulder. There, at the bar, waits his trick from the other night, eyes lighting up with that same foolish infatuation, tumbling head over heels all over again.