Trade

In the dim confines of the bathroom stall, Scott Tanner gripped his thick shaft, stroking it with urgent rhythm over the glossy pages of a dog-eared porno mag. His breath hitched, fist pumping faster, lost in the heat. But Marco Paris caught the muffled gasps echoing off the tiles. A sly grin curved Marco's lips as he shoved the door open, his voice a low command: 'Enough teasing yourself, boy. Get on your knees and suck me dry.' Scott's eyes widened, but he dropped, mouth watering as Marco's hard cock sprang free, thrusting deep into the wet heat of his throat. They rutted like that, Marco's hips snapping forward, when the door creaked again. Delivery man Dane Hyde stepped in, packages forgotten, his gaze locking on the raw scene. Surprise flickered, then hunger. Dane unzipped, his own erection heavy and demanding, and what started as a heated duel between two men bloomed into a frenzied three-way tangle—cocks sliding, mouths devouring, bodies slick and grinding in the stall's tight embrace.