Jockstrapped

Kyle Brandon hunches over his Jeep, wrench in hand, grease smearing his arms as he fine-tunes the engine's growl. The garage door rattles open. Cole Youngblood and Tony Tarango stride in, cocks already straining against their jeans, eyes locked on Kyle's sweat-glistened back. They pull him from his oily beast, drawing him toward two throbbing engines of their own. Kyle drops to his knees. He wraps his lips around Cole's rigid shaft first, sucking deep with a hungry pull. Then he switches to Tony's thick length, tongue swirling over the pulsing head. Greed takes over; he takes both cocks at once, stretching his mouth wide, cheeks hollowing as he works them in tandem, spit trailing down his chin. Heat builds. Kyle and Tony hit the concrete floor, legs flung high, asses arched and pressed close. Their holes flutter open, begging for attention—a pair of eager invitations. Cole kneels between them. He traces Kyle's crack with a teasing finger, then slaps Tony's firm cheek, the smack echoing sharp. Tongues lash out: he licks Kyle's rim slow and deliberate, spits into Tony's pucker, then jams his tongue inside, fucking the tight ring with wet thrusts. All the while, Kyle and Tony crane their necks, taking turns devouring Cole's massive dick, lips sliding slick and urgent. Tony climbs into the Jeep's front seat, thighs spread wide. Kyle follows, bending low to swallow Tony's cock again, bobbing with rhythmic fervor. From behind, Cole grips Kyle's hips and drives in deep, pounding with relentless force. The Jeep rocks under their frenzy, metal creaking as bodies collide. Sweat flies. Grunts fill the air. The pace surges, raw and unyielding, until release crashes over them. Kyle unloads first, ropes of cum splattering the seat. Tony follows, shooting across his chest in hot bursts. Cole pulls out and erupts, his thick load painting Kyle's back in sticky triumph.