Open Holes

Greg Dixxon grins like a man who’s struck gold. Eli Shaw and Bruce Jones are stacked, holes open and hungry. Greg drives his bare cock into both of them, swapping back and forth until every inch of him is slick. Then the train starts. He pushes his fist into Eli, and Eli sinks his whole hand into Bruce, knuckles disappearing one after the other. Eli’s cock cage swings between his legs while he takes charge. He spreads his arms wide, both fists sinking into the two older men, riding them like a filthy chariot. Sweat runs. Holes stretch. Nobody holds back.