Try Me On For Size

Andrew Phillips slips into the jockstrap first, the fabric hugging his hips like a lover's promise. He adjusts the pouch, testing the give against his growing bulge. Casey Williams watches, eyes narrowing with hunger, before he grabs his own pair and pulls them on, the straps framing his thick thighs. Jason Sizemore follows suit, bending to slide his up his legs, the elastic snapping taut over his firm ass. Trent Atkins lingers last, savoring the ritual, his cock already stirring as he settles the cup against his heavy balls. They circle each other now, hands roaming freely. Andrew's fingers trace Casey's waistband, tugging it lower to expose more skin. Casey retaliates, palming Jason's pouch, squeezing until a low groan escapes. Jason turns to Trent, dropping to his knees to nuzzle the outline of his hardening length through the mesh. Trent grips Jason's hair, guiding him closer. The air thickens with their shared heat. Andrew pulls Casey into a bruising kiss, their bodies grinding, straps straining. Jason frees Trent's cock, lips wrapping around the swollen head, sucking with deliberate pulls that make Trent's knees buckle. They tangle further—hands everywhere, mouths claiming, cocks thrusting against fabric and flesh. Andrew bends Casey over, fingers probing his entrance while Jason joins, his tongue lapping at the exposed skin. Trent watches, stroking himself, before plunging in to fuck Jason's mouth deep. Surrender comes swift and total. They switch, positions blurring in a frenzy of need. Casey rides Andrew's lap, the jockstraps shoved aside as he sinks down onto that rigid shaft. Jason straddles Trent, bouncing with abandon, his own dick leaking pre-cum onto Trent's chest. Moans build to a crescendo, bodies slick and urgent. They chase release together, spilling in waves—hot, messy, utterly spent—assets claimed in the rawest fitting of all.