Shock, Part 1

Buddy Jones kneels first, his tongue tracing the rough leather of Billy Knight's boot, lapping with a hunger that draws low grunts from the room. Michael Vincenzo watches, his breath quickening, before he pulls Buddy up to bury his face in sweat-slicked armpits, slurping the salty tang like a man starved. Billy joins in, their mouths working in a frenzy of licks and sucks, bodies pressing close amid the rising groans. The air thickens. Buddy drops to his feet next, worshipping Michael's toes with reverent kisses and deep sucks, while Billy's hands roam free. They shift to the sling, taking turns. Michael swings suspended, Buddy's mouth devouring his cock, Billy's tongue circling his hole with expert flicks. Then they switch—fucking hard, relentless thrusts that echo with raw moans. Billy pounds Michael, Buddy rims from below. Positions blur in the heat. Finally, they circle him, stroking furiously. Cum erupts in unison, thick ropes splattering Michael's hairy chest, marking him in a sticky, shared release.