Jesse's Getaway

Tyler Andrews, Dylan Roberts, and Corey Martin lounge like lazy shadows on a sun-warmed log, the afternoon slipping by in lazy strokes of their own hands. Corey's gaze drifts, a spark igniting as he mutters why they don't just pair off and dive into the real heat. The others pounce on the idea, lips parting eagerly for cock. Corey leans back, mouth wrapping around Dylan's shaft, tongue swirling as Tyler kneels in, suckling Corey's thick length with devoted hunger. They barely pause for breath, shifting into fresh angles—bodies chained in a slick circuit of mouths and members, gulping down every inch. It morphs into a Dy-Co-Ty tangle: Dylan thrusts deep into Corey's ass, hips snapping while Corey devours Tyler's pulsing rod. The men twist again, Dylan now the blissful center, plugged at mouth and rear in a frenzy of give and take. He stretches out, Tyler and Corey framing him like devoted sentinels, hands flying over their own straining cocks in a building storm. Climax coils tight; the trio pounds their fists until ropes of cum erupt, splattering Dylan's chest in hot, successive waves.