Morning Wood

Sweat glistens on their skin as Derrek Diamond and Trent Davis pound the pavement on their morning jog. They spot Adam Killian, a tattooed biker hunk, stranded with a flat tire and no rescue in sight. Trent proposes they haul the bike back to their place for a fix. Adam nods, eager to escape the sun's glare. All that exertion—the relentless run, the abandoned ride—leaves them feverish, muscles taut with pent-up fire. Derrek and Trent play the gracious hosts, drawing the inked stranger into their lair. They drop to their knees, lavishing him with a dual assault: mouths engulfing his thick shaft in tandem, tongues swirling in wicked harmony, before they flip him over for a thorough rimming, lapping at his tight rim with hungry precision. Adam savors the indulgence, his body arching in bliss, then returns the favor—sucking their rigid cocks with expert pulls, drawing groans from deep within. They climb the stairs in a heated tangle: Derrek perches at the top, his length disappearing into Trent's eager mouth below, while Adam claims the rear. He teases Trent's firm ass with teasing licks, probing fingers, and sharp slaps that echo like thunderclaps, before driving his cock into the clenched entrance with raw power. Positions shift seamlessly; Adam slots into the middle now, Derrek's throbbing dick buried deep in his ass as Trent kneels to swallow Adam's pulsing member. The frenzy builds to a shattering peak—Trent erupts first, ropes of cum splattering wildly, Adam follows in a gushing torrent, and Derrek seals it with his own sticky release, three blasts of creamy evidence binding their impromptu tryst.