Built Tough

Tony Hampton stumbles into the workshop, buck-ass naked, his skin prickling in the cool air. Steve Harper and Steven Marks are already there, stripped bare, their eyes hungry as they circle him like wolves scenting fresh meat. Tony drops to his knees without a word, mouth watering for the heat of them. Steve thrusts first, his thick cock sliding deep into Tony's eager throat, stretching it wide. Steven doesn't wait—he positions behind, slicking his shaft with spit before plunging into Tony's tight ass, filling him to the hilt in one fierce push. They move like a storm, relentless. Steve's hips buck, fucking Tony's face with rough, greedy strokes that make saliva drip down his chin. Steven grips Tony's waist, pounding his hole, each slam sending jolts of fire through them all. Tony's own cock throbs untouched, leaking against his thigh as he takes them both, his body the perfect vessel for their raw need. Sweat slicks their skin, breaths ragged, the workshop echoing with grunts and the wet slap of flesh. Tension coils tight. They pull out at last, hands flying over their cocks—Steve's veined length pulsing in his fist, Steven's slick and swollen, Tony's rigid and desperate. Cum erupts in hot ropes, splattering Tony's chest, face, and the floor in a messy, triumphant release. They collapse in a heap, limbs tangled, chests heaving, utterly spent and sated, the air thick with the musk of their satisfaction.