Stud Me

Tony's straight as an arrow, but that ass of his—sculpted perfection, firm and inviting—betrays him every time. He lounges back, flipping through glossy girlie mags, the pages alive with curves and skin. His fingers wrap around his cock, stroking slow at first, then faster, building that familiar throb until his body hums with need. It's inevitable. The ache twists into something raw, a desperate craving to be filled, to be taken hard. Enter his buddies, two hunks built like gods, their eyes gleaming with mischief. They circle him, hands roaming, teasing his cheeks apart with deliberate touches. Fingers circle his hole, dipping in just enough to make him squirm. Tony bucks against them, voice breaking in pleas—'Fuck me, please, give it to me.' He's lost now, begging for any cock that can stretch him wide, the thicker and harder, the better.