Shock, Part 2

Uncut Enrico Vega leans against the chain link fence, his thick shaft pulsing as Ted Matthews drops to his knees and services him with raw hunger. Alexandros Matsagos watches from the other side, eyes locked on the scene, breath quickening. Ted's mouth works Vega's heavy balls roughly, sucking them deep, pulling groans from the stud's throat. Vega pulls Ted up, then grabs Alexandros through the fence, sucking both cocks in turn—salty foreskins sliding over his tongue. Across the room, Addison Scott stirs, his gaze fixed, until he can't resist. He strides over, coupling with Vega in a frenzy of heavy slurping and sucking. Fingers pinch nipples hard, twisting them to elicit sharp gasps. They dock foreskins together, tips kissing in slick intimacy, pre-cum mingling like forbidden nectar. Chris Steele bursts in, leather creaking, joining Dante Foxx in the pack of clad studs. They swap spit in heated kisses, teeth grazing foreskins, chewing the sensitive edges with teasing bites. Deepthroats follow—each man gagging on every cock in reach, throats bulging with girth. They circle Jay Ross, bent and exposed, taking turns lapping at his tight hole, tongues probing deep, rimming him until he begs. The line forms: a rimming train of seven men, asses up, faces buried, a chain of wet, slurping devotion snaking across the floor. They fuck like rough-talking dogs in heat, pounding relentlessly, grunts and slaps echoing. It builds to chaos—Jay Ross awash in spunk, ropes of cum squirting over his body, drenching his skin, as the men spray each other too, hot seed marking territory in sticky triumph.