The Player

Jeff Palmer, Brian Cruise, and Derreck Baldwin—three burly mechanics with grease-streaked arms and easy grins—suddenly have the garage to themselves, tools down and engines silent. Time hangs heavy, ripe for mischief. Kyle Hunter, the fourth in their pack, drops to his knees before Brian, lips parting to take him deep, tongue swirling around the thick shaft as he sucks with hungry rhythm. Derreck wastes no time, slicking his cock and pressing into Kyle's tight hole, thrusting steady and deep, filling him from behind with a low growl. Brian's eyes flash with need; he craves his turn at that ass. They switch in a fluid tangle—Derreck pulls out, positions himself at Kyle's mouth, sliding past eager lips while Brian claims the rear, pounding in with forceful strokes. They ram Kyle from both ends now, a relentless duet of flesh on flesh, bodies slick and straining. Jeff watches from the sidelines, arms crossed, a bemused smirk playing on his lips as the scene unfolds like a private show.