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Wade Wolfgar spent the whole shift staring at Brody Meyer’s ass in those grease-streaked work pants. When the last customer rolled out, he dragged Brody into the bay and yanked the pants down. The hairy crack opened for his tongue, and he ate like he’d been starving all day. Lawson James heard the sounds, shut the bay door, and stripped off his shirt. His bodybuilder chest heaved, thick veins running down arms that looked ready to bend steel. He fed his cock to Brody while Wade kept licking. Then Lawson climbed into the truck bed on all fours. Wade stood behind him, shoved his bare dick in, and started pounding. The truck rocked with each thrust. When Wade pulled out, Lawson and Wade switched places behind Brody. They took turns driving into the mechanic’s stretched hole, hips slapping loud against his skin. Brody jerked himself until he shot across his own stomach and chest, then opened his mouth wide. Lawson and Wade stepped close, grunting as they painted his tongue with thick loads.