Bunker

Brad Rock, Rodin Kohl, and Troy Brewer climb into their bunks as night falls over the barracks. Brad's hand wanders to his cock, fingers wrapping tight, stroking slow at first. He can't stop. Rodin spots the motion from the corner of his eye, smirks, and slips from his bunk to kneel beside Brad. His strong hand joins in, pumping Brad's shaft with firm, knowing pulls. Below them, Troy cranes his neck from the bottom bunk, eyes locking on Rodin's thick cock dangling heavy and hard. Temptation wins. Troy reaches up, grabs hold, and tugs Rodin down for a taste. They straddle the frames now, mouths devouring, hands flying in a frenzy of sucking and stroking. Soon enough, these ripped studs tumble onto one bunk, bodies tangled in the heat. Lips tease asses, tongues rim deep and hungry. Brad thrusts into Rodin, who buries himself in Troy—fucking raw and relentless in their scorching three-way. Sweat slicks skin as the rhythm builds, cocks throbbing, asses clenching. The enlisted men give in completely, chasing release until every hole's claimed, every shaft spent, loads spilling hot and final.