Iron Will

Jason Branch kneels first, his lips wrapping around Jake Andrews' thick cock, savoring every inch as he sucks with slow, deliberate hunger. Jake groans, fingers threading through Jason's hair, thrusting gently to feed him more. They trade places—Jake's mouth hot and eager on Jason, tongue swirling over the swollen head, drawing out low moans that echo in the dim room. Scott Matthews slips in, eyes gleaming with want. He drops to his knees, joining the fray, his tongue flicking along Jake's shaft while Jason works the base. Hands roam, cocks harden further in the shared heat. Soon, clothes hit the floor, bodies pressing close in a tangle of limbs. Jason bends first, offering himself as Scott slides in deep, pounding with rhythmic force that makes Jason's body arch. Sweat beads on their skin; the slap of flesh fills the air. Jake watches, stroking himself, before Scott pulls out and turns to him—Jake's ass clenching around Scott's girth, taking every thrust like a challenge met. They rotate, insatiable. Jake claims Jason next, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth push, hips snapping forward in a frenzy of need. Scott takes his turn bottoming, Jason's cock stretching him wide, each plunge pulling gasps from his throat. The air thickens with their grunts, the slick sounds of bare skin meeting. Climax builds like a storm. Jason erupts first, ropes of cum painting Scott's chest in hot spurts. Jake follows, pulling out to shoot across Jason's waiting tongue. Scott finishes them off, his load spilling over both, marking the wild union. They collapse, spent and glistening, breaths ragged in the afterglow.