Desert Hart

Adam Hart's gaze locks onto Nick Chevalier and Rick Matthews locked in a heated kiss by the pool, their bodies glistening under the relentless sun. He strides over without a word, drawn into their orbit like a moth to flame. The two young men drop to their knees in unison, hungry mouths converging on Adam's rigid cock—the sun-kissed prize of the desert. They take turns swallowing his length, throats working to claim every inch, then lap at his heavy balls, drawing them in with wet, insistent pulls. Tongues plunge deeper, parting his firm cheeks to tease the sensitive hidden flesh. The heat builds too fast outside. They tumble indoors to the gym, sweat already beading on their skin, ready for a workout that leaves no muscle untouched. Adam's breath quickens as he thrusts into Nick's mouth, then Rick's, hips snapping with raw need. The three entwine in a daisy chain of pure lust: Adam drives deep into Rick's tight ass, his own lips sealing around Nick's throbbing shaft, sucking with fierce rhythm. Positions shift like a fever dream. Adam pins his buddies down, slamming his cock into their welcoming holes—one after the other—until the pressure crests. He pulls out at the last second, ropes of hot cum painting their upturned faces in a sticky, triumphant glaze.