Heads Or Tails 2

Four leather-draped men crowd a mattress under low lights. Tony Scalia and Austin Masters stand shoulder to shoulder, barking low orders while Ryan Lexington plants his knees and sinks onto Lance Gear’s slicked fist. Lexington already knows the stretch; he rocks with steady rolls of his hips, taking wrist and half the forearm in smooth rhythm. Scalia’s hand presses between Lexington’s shoulders, steadying him, but the pressure turns greedy and Scalia’s own fingers replace Gear’s without a word. Gear wipes his palm across Lexington’s tattooed chest, twists a nipple, and keeps watch. Masters waits his turn, breathing hard, leather squeaking every time he shifts weight. When Scalia finally slides free, Masters drives in deep, knuckles tucked, wrist twisting. Lexington grunts and jerks his cock in quick, desperate strokes until the stretch pulls him over the edge and ropes stripe his stomach. Masters eases out; the other three close in, aiming thick loads across Lexington’s chest, neck, and open mouth until he’s slick and panting under the mess.