Long Shot...Making The Game

Barrett Long shifted in his chair, his pulse quickening as muffled moans seeped through the thin wall. Next door, in the empty classroom, Chad Knight stood tall and commanding, his hard eight inches pulsing with need. Pierre Fitch and Filippo Romano, those cock-hungry students, dropped to their knees like eager supplicants. Pierre's lips wrapped around Chad's thick shaft first, sucking with a fervor that drew a guttural groan from the man. Filippo joined in, his tongue tracing the veined length, lapping at the precum beading at the tip. They traded off, mouths stretching wide, throats working to take him deeper—Pierre gagging softly, Filippo humming his approval. Chad's hands tangled in their hair, guiding the rhythm, hips thrusting forward in controlled power. Saliva glistened on his cock as they devoured him, eyes locked upward in raw submission. Barrett's breath hitched, heat flooding his veins, his own arousal stirring unbidden as the scene unfolded in sound alone—a forbidden symphony of slurps and sighs.