Convictions, Part 1

Nick Riley wrapped his lips around his own throbbing ten-inch cock, stroking the base with a firm grip as pleasure rippled through him. He savored the taste, the stretch, his tongue swirling with urgent hunger. Eyes locked on Scott Davis nearby, Nick shifted, drawn to that comparably massive shaft—thick, veined, begging for attention. He engulfed it eagerly, sucking deep while Scott groaned, hips bucking in rhythm. Kevin Pearce sauntered in then, his gaze hungry, dropping to his knees without a word. He took both cocks in hand, mouth alternating between them—Nick's first, then Scott's, lips sliding slick and relentless. He worked them together, tongue flicking, drawing out moans that echoed like a siren's call. Nick seized control, thrusting into Kevin's mouth with raw power, face-fucking him until saliva glistened on chins. Behind, Scott positioned Kevin on all fours, slicking his entrance before plunging in doggie-style—deep pumps that made Kevin arch and gasp around Nick's length. They flipped him onto his back, Scott prying Kevin's legs wide, knees hooked over shoulders. He drove in hard, relentless, skin slapping against skin in a frenzy of need. Kevin writhed, taking every inch. Soon, Nick and Scott pulled out, unleashing thick ropes of cum across their willing partner's chest and face—a hot, sticky claim that left him marked and sated.