Trapped, Part 2

Brad Rock frees his cock from his pants, thick and eager, and wraps his fist around it. He strokes slow at first, eyes locked on the glossy pages of his girly mags—curves spilling out, lips parted in invitation. The rhythm builds, his breath quickening. Then Trey Casteel and Mick Powers barge in, catching him mid-pull. Their gazes snag on the sight, heat rising fast. They exchange a glance, grins wicked and knowing. Trey steps up first, his hand sliding over Brad's, guiding the strokes with a firm twist. Mick joins in, fingers teasing the base, working in tandem. Brad groans, surrendering to their touch as the three of them chase the edge together.