Through The Woods

Exhausted from the endless roads, Pierre slips into the nearest house, craving a quick nap. He freezes in the doorway. There, in the dim glow of afternoon light, Jason Adonis, Collin O'Neal, and Bobby Williams form a tight circle on the worn rug. Their hands move with urgent rhythm—stroking thick cocks, eyes locked in shared hunger. Jason's fingers glide over his veined shaft, slick with precum. Collin pumps his own length, a low groan escaping his lips. Bobby matches their pace, his muscular frame taut as he edges closer to release. The air thickens with musk and heavy breaths. What starts as solitary pulls evolves fast. Jason reaches out first, wrapping his callused hand around Collin's throbbing dick, jerking it with firm, twisting strokes. Collin retaliates, gripping Bobby's balls while sliding his palm up and down that rigid pole. Bobby dives in, his mouth claiming Jason's tip, tongue swirling over the salty bead there before sucking deep. Pierre's fatigue vanishes. The trio notices him, their grins wicked invitations. Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy. Jason pins Pierre against the wall, grinding his hard cock against Pierre's thigh while Collin drops to his knees, freeing Pierre's erection and swallowing it whole—wet heat enveloping every inch. Bobby circles behind, fingers probing Pierre's ass, spreading him open with lube-slick digits before thrusting his cock inside, filling him with relentless drive. Bodies tangle in a slick, sweat-drenched heap. Jason fucks Collin's mouth, hips snapping forward. Bobby pounds Pierre, who in turn buries himself in Jason's tight hole, the chain of pleasure unbreakable. Grunts mix with moans, cocks pulsing as they chase the peak. Cum erupts in hot spurts—across chests, down throats, deep inside—leaving them spent, limbs entwined in euphoric collapse.