Green Door

Trapped behind the bar, Erik Grant eyes the ravenous soldiers Chad Manning and Beaux Banner locked in a fierce, teenage-style makeout. Envy flares in the barkeep's chest, flushing his skin hot. Ballsy with desire, he vaults into the tangle, turning their duo into a fevered trio etched forever in memory. Chad and Beaux devour each other's mouths, tongues battling slick and urgent. Erik yanks Beaux's trousers down, exposing that tight hole, and dives in to rim it with lavish, circling strokes. Beaux slides lower, claiming Chad's throbbing cock, nursing it deep with greedy pulls. Soon the soldiers turn on Erik, doubling their assault: they suck his swollen knob in tandem, teeth grazing his nipples to sharp peaks, and slather wet, bearded kisses across his lean frame. Tongues trace every corded muscle, mapping his sinewy torso like explorers charting forbidden shores. The three twist and reposition, bodies interlocking in fluid shifts. Each takes his turn—sucking rigid shafts, plunging into willing asses with raw, rhythmic thrusts. Engines revving toward explosion, they line up side by side on the bar, hands pumping their own cocks in urgent strokes. Climax crashes over them; they erupt, ropes of cum arcing high and splattering in hot release.