Plays Together

Liam Magnuson lives for the press of skin on skin. Darius Ferdynand stretches out on his table, every rippling muscle a siren call to Liam's hands. He drizzles warm oil over Darius's skin, kneading from the foot up one powerful leg. As his fingers climb to the thigh, Liam slicks the cleft, parts those firm cheeks, and works the oil into balls and taint with deliberate strokes. Then he dives in, tongue plunging deep into the tight hole. Darius stirs, ignites. He yanks Liam closer, swallows his cock whole while Liam pistons a finger into that greedy ass, hammering without mercy. Liam's body gleams—broad, smooth chest narrowing to a trim waist and etched abs that flex like coiled springs. He hauls himself onto the table, mounts Darius raw and feral, tongue thrusting past parted lips as his cock claims that heat. Darius bows his back, rears up to meet him. But control shifts; he swings a leg over, straddles Liam's hips, and rides his face with hungry rhythm. That ass reclaims Liam's shaft, grinding down to batter the prostate from every wicked angle. Balls slap against Liam's taut belly; toes curl and grip the table's edge like claws. In the next room, Lance Luciano stands under the shower's spray, the wet sounds of their rutting making his cock pulse thick and insistent. He steps out dripping, pauses in the doorway to watch, hands roaming his jutting pecs before fisting his length. Climax rips through him, spilling hot across the floor just as Darius and Liam erupt, painting each other's torsos in ropes of thick spooge.