Alpine Wood - Part 1

Steam curls from the hot tub, veiling Jimmy Durano, Luke Milan, and Angel Rock in a misty haze. Only their heads and sculpted shoulders break the surface as the three men huddle close, lips crashing in fervent kisses, hands roaming over taut, rippling torsos. They rise from the churning water, droplets cascading down their skin. White towels drape their waists, but raging erections betray them—the fabric slips away, pooling at their feet. Mouths seek out throbbing cocks; hips buck and twist in urgent rhythm. Luke's lips clamp down, sucking deep until his cheeks hollow like a voracious pull. He sinks to his knees, cramming two rigid shafts into his mouth at once. Luke and Jimmy press their mouths side by side along Angel's length, tongues lapping in tandem. Angel seizes Luke's neglected cock and guides it to Jimmy's eager lips, only to have it thrust back toward him in a slick exchange. Fingers join the frenzy, doubling every stroke and caress. Saliva and precum streak their faces, glistening trails of raw desire. Jimmy and Angel unleash a torrent of cum across Luke's features, a sticky baptism. Luke clutches his balls, squeezes hard, and unleashes his own hot ropes onto his chiseled abs.