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Dylan Fox and Sal Antonio circled muscle-stud Nick Manetti like wolves scenting prime prey. Their hands roamed his chiseled torso, fingers tracing the ridges of abs carved from relentless gym hours. Nick's breath hitched as Dylan dropped to his knees, lips brushing the thick bulge straining against Nick's briefs. Sal pressed in from behind, his mouth hot on Nick's neck, teeth grazing skin while one hand slipped down to squeeze that firm ass. They worked him with practiced hunger. Dylan tugged the fabric aside, freeing Nick's cock—thick, veined, already throbbing. He took it deep, tongue swirling the head with wicked precision, saliva slicking every inch. Sal's fingers found Nick's hole, teasing the tight ring before pushing in, slow and insistent, curling to hit that spot that made Nick groan. Nick bucked between them, sweat beading on his brow. Dylan's mouth pumped faster, cheeks hollowing with suction that pulled moans from Nick's throat. Sal added a second finger, stretching him open, his free hand stroking Nick's chest, pinching nipples to sharp peaks. They owned him now, a symphony of slick sounds and ragged breaths, pushing Nick toward the edge where pleasure shattered control.