Sit On It

West hits the yard sale hard, barely dressed, eyes locked on R.J. Parker and Rob Edwards. They drag him inside without a word. He drops fast, throat hungry, taking both cocks deep in long, sloppy passes until spit runs down his chin. The three bodies shift fast after that. Parker pushes in first, then Edwards trades places, hips snapping, each man taking what he wants. West stays on all fours, ass up, breath shaking. One fist slides in, slow and thick. Then two. Parker works his knuckles deep while Edwards steadies West’s hips. They switch. Two fists again, deeper this time, the stretch steady and brutal. West groans, sweat dripping, hole pulsing around their knuckles. Edwards and Parker keep trading, first one fist, then two, driving deeper each round until West breaks open around them. When it’s finally over, both men pull free, and West stays on the floor, spent and shaking, cum streaking his thigh. Riley Porter never shows up. The room smells like sweat and sex, and nobody moves.