Natural Instinct

Ryan Lexington kneels before the towering frame of superhung Michael Brandon, his lips parting in eager invitation. Michael, ever the commanding force, grips Ryan's jaw and guides him lower. 'Lick that ball-sack,' he growls, eyes locked on Ryan's. 'I want to see your eyes while you're sucking my cock.' Ryan obeys, tongue tracing the heavy sack, then sliding up to engulf the thick shaft. Michael thrusts deep, fucking Ryan's mouth with relentless hunger, his huge cock stretching those willing lips. He pulls out abruptly, spins Ryan around, and dives in—rimming him with a wet, insistent tongue that probes and teases the tight hole. Ryan gasps, arching back. Michael's eagerness surges; he positions himself and drives in, pounding Ryan's ass with raw power, each slam echoing their shared rhythm. From the shadowed corner, leather-clad Jeff Allen watches, his breath quickening. The sight pulls him in, slow at first, then unstoppable. He steps forward, drawn like a moth to flame, and drops to his knees behind Michael. His tongue finds Michael's ass, rimming deep as Michael continues his fierce assault on Ryan. But Jeff's own fire burns hot. He rises, feeding his stiff, hard cock into Ryan's throat. Ryan takes it all, gagging yet greedy, as the three men entwine in a frenzy of flesh. Michael reaches his peak first, primal urges cresting. He withdraws and spills his load in hot ropes across Ryan's back, marking him. Jeff seizes the moment, sliding into Ryan's slick, waiting ass. He fucks with abandon, surrendering to carnal instinct, chasing that shattering release. His orgasm crashes through him; he slams forward one last time, forcing the load from Ryan in a shuddering explosion.