Bull Pen

Todd Mitchell lounges alone on the couch, his hand flying over his cock in a frenzy, chasing release like it's the last he'll ever know. Dean Johnson saunters in, eyes locked on the scene, and dives right into the heat—stroking Todd, then sucking him deep. Kurt Thompson bursts through next, shedding clothes in a rush, his thick shaft already hard and ready. Rob Costa follows, grinning wickedly as he kneels to rim Todd's ass. Bill Crane and Dylan Rager pile on last, their bodies colliding in a tangle of muscle and desire, turning the room into a storm of six men locked in raw hunger. Cocks probe every inch—thrusting into mouths that suck greedily, plunging into asses that clench and beg for more. The lust builds like a fever, sweat-slick skin slapping together. Todd savors it all, the feast of flesh overwhelming him. His buddies fill him from both ends: one cock stretching his throat, another pounding his hole until he's gasping. They erupt in waves, hot jets of cum painting his chest, his face, drenching him in their release—a sticky crown for the center of their frenzy. Finally, Todd claims his turn. He flips Dean onto all fours, grips those hips, and drives in deep, fucking that tight ass with relentless strokes. Dean moans, arching back, and Todd delivers every bit of payback, their bodies syncing in a final, shuddering climax.