Heavy Hung

Tom and Dick, clad in sleek black leather, corner Harry in the dim haze of the room. They waste no time, their hands rough and insistent as they pin him between them. Harry's mouth stretches around Tom's thick shaft, the salty taste flooding his senses. Dick thrusts deep into his ass from behind, each plunge a fierce claim. The double invasion overwhelms him—too hot, too raw. He doesn't fight it; the burn only stokes his fire. Strangers' cocks stuffing him full had his own dick throbbing rock-hard, veins pulsing, desperate for release. But it's too soon. He craves more, deeper, hungrier. Dick ramps up the pace, pounding without mercy. Harry's hole clenches around the invading length, feeling it swell impossibly thicker, the stretch bordering on agony. A low moan rumbles from Dick's chest—Harry knows what's coming. The rhythm turns brutal, and then it hits: Dick's cock throbs, flooding Harry's ass with scorching spurts of cum. The heat sears through him. Harry's hand flies to his own shaft just in time— it erupts in heavy spasms, ropes of thick cream arcing out in wild abandon.