Big As They Come III

Matt Majors lounges on the bed, his muscled frame drawing Spike and Mark Rockwell closer. They circle him like wolves in heat, lips brushing skin in hungry kisses. Spike drops first, his mouth claiming Matt's thickening cock with a slow, teasing suck. Mark watches, stroking himself hard, before joining in—his tongue tracing the curve of Matt's balls while Spike deepens the rhythm. They switch, each man tasting the others in a blur of wet heat and shared moans, cocks sliding over tongues until all three pulse with need. The air thickens. Spike pushes Matt onto his back, spreading those powerful legs wide. He slicks up and thrusts in deep, filling Matt with a groan that echoes off the walls. Mark kneels behind Spike, gripping his hips and driving forward—three bodies locked in a chain of raw, pounding rhythm. They fuck hard, sweat-slicked and relentless, cocks plunging into tight heat as grunts mix with gasps. Matt arches, taking every inch; Spike bucks between them, lost in the squeeze. Tension builds to a fever. They shift, Mark now buried in Spike while Spike claims Matt again, the cycle of penetration spinning out in slick, urgent strokes. Climax crashes over them like a summer storm—Matt spills first, hot ropes across his chest. Spike follows, pulsing inside him with a shuddering cry. Mark pulls out at the last, marking Spike's back in a final, sticky release. They collapse, spent and sated, breaths slowing in the warm afterglow.