Built Tough

Jake Andrews drops to his knees in the dusty heat, his hunger sharpening like a blade. Brad Stone, Tony Hampton, and Rod Majors circle him, their bodies slick with the day's relentless sun. He starts with Brad, lips parting to take the thick shaft deep, savoring the salty tang of sweat-soaked skin. A low groan escapes Brad as Jake's tongue swirls, pulling him closer to the edge. Then Tony steps up, his cock throbbing against Jake's eager mouth—Jake swallows him whole, the musky flavor flooding his senses, each bob of his head drawing out Tony's ragged breaths. Rod waits his turn, but not for long; Jake shifts, engulfing him next, the veined length pulsing on his tongue as he works with relentless rhythm. They can't hold back. Brad erupts first, thick ropes of creamy jism splattering Jake's chest in hot bursts. Tony follows, his release painting sticky trails across the same eager skin. Rod seals it, spurting heavy gobs that drip warm and white, marking Jake as theirs in the fading light.