Fistin Alley

Dylan Strokes rubs the bulge in his jeans while he waits in the alley. Ashley Ryder shows up in the doorway, lifts his shirt, and the sign is clear. They meet in the middle, mouths locked, hands roaming hard muscle. Dylan drops to his knees and tongues Ashley’s hole until it’s slick and twitching. Sebastian Keys steps out of the shadows, no words needed. Ashley sinks to his knees and takes both cocks in turn, spit running down his chin. Sebastian gloves up, spins Ashley around, and works lube over his fist. Ashley grabs a pipe bolted to the wall, spreads his legs, and Sebastian drives his hand straight in, forearm sinking deep. Ashley moans, hole stretched wide. Then Sebastian strips, plants Ashley against the bricks, and presents his own ass. Dylan presses in from behind, fist disappearing past the wrist until Sebastian shudders, shoots hard, and paints Ashley’s open mouth and face with thick spurts.