Mercury Rising

Travis Wade needed cash for that new ride, so he signed on for tractor work at the sprawling farm. Blake Anderson and Mitchell Stevens, the sharp-eyed bosses, wasted no time sizing him up. They cornered him in the barn, fingers deftly popping the buttons on his overalls. Travis's cock sprang free, thick and eager, and the two men knelt to savor it—Blake's tongue tracing the shaft while Mitchell sucked the tip with hungry pulls. They traded off, lips and hands worshipping every inch until Travis throbbed against their eager mouths. But Mitchell craved more. He bent over a hay bale, pants shoved down, ass presented like an invitation. Travis plunged in first, gripping Mitchell's hips and thrusting deep, each stroke pulling moans from the boss's throat. Blake watched, stroking himself, then took his turn—sliding into Mitchell's slick heat, pounding with a rhythm that echoed off the wooden beams. Mitchell bucked between them, lost in the raw, shared frenzy, his body clenching around first one cock, then the other, until release claimed them all in a sweat-soaked blur.