Shock, Part 1

Robert Balint reclines in his leather jock, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, drawing slow, smoky pulls. Kyle Hardin kneels before him, tongue tracing the shine of Balint's boots with devoted laps. Hardin's hunger builds. He surges forward, burying his face between Balint's cheeks, lashing that tight hole with fervent strokes, teasing and probing until Balint growls low. The door swings open. Chad Hunt strides in first, eyes gleaming with intent, followed by Trey Rexx's muscled frame, Leo Bramm's sly grin, Clint Cooper's raw power, Anthony Shaw's lithe form, Logan Krewe's steady gaze, and Eddie Moreno's eager heat. They circle like wolves scenting prey. Chaos ignites—an all-out oral frenzy. Lips claim cocks, throats take deep dives. Tongues dart to asses, rimming with slick, insistent swirls, men twisting and pairing in every wild configuration. Balint thrusts into Hardin's mouth while Hunt devours Rexx from behind. Bramm sucks Cooper hard as Shaw laps at Krewe's hole; Moreno joins the fray, his mouth finding any open invitation. The air thickens with grunts and wet sounds. They shift to fucking—raw and relentless. Balint pins Hardin down, pounding deep. Hunt bends Rexx over, slamming home. Bramm rides Cooper's thick shaft, Shaw takes Krewe from behind, and Moreno plows into the mix, hips snapping with urgent rhythm. Bodies slick with sweat, they chase the edge. Climax crashes through them. Balint erupts first, ropes of cum painting Hardin's chest. Hunt unloads across Rexx's back. Bramm spills over Cooper's abs, Shaw marks Krewe's thighs, Moreno blasts hot across eager faces. They drench one another, cum dripping from chins, chests, and thighs, a glistening, spent tangle of men.