Midnight Sun

In the steamy haze of the locker room, Tony Belmonte drops to his knees before Ted Matthews, his mouth watering at the sight of that rigid cock straining against the damp towel. He yanks it free, lips parting to swallow the thick shaft whole, tongue swirling over the veined length while his hands roam Ted's furry chest, fingers tangling in the coarse hair, pinching nipples to hard peaks. Ted groans, hips bucking, feeding Tony every inch. The door swings open. Brett Ford and Aiden Shaw step out from the showers, water still glistening on their toned bodies, towels slung low. They freeze for a heartbeat, then grin, cocks twitching to life as they dive into the fray. Brett grabs Aiden's ass, spreading those firm cheeks to bury his face in, tongue lapping at the tight pucker with hungry laps. Aiden moans, bending forward to join Tony on Ted's dick, their mouths meeting in a sloppy clash over the throbbing head. Hands everywhere—stroking, probing, teasing holes with slick fingers that plunge deep, curling to hit that sweet spot. Tony rims Ted now, beard scraping sensitive skin as his tongue spears inside, opening him up. Brett flips Aiden onto a bench, slides his cock in raw, pounding with steady, brutal thrusts that echo off the tiles. Tony mounts Ted from behind, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that builds to frenzy. Aiden switches, taking Brett's load deep in his throat while Tony unloads across Ted's furry pecs. They collapse in a heap of sweat and spend seed, breaths ragged, the air thick with musk. Four studs sated at last, leaving the locker room a slick, sticky testament to their lust—prime for the cleaning crew's mop.