Heads Or Tails 2

Ryan Lexington's ass has taken turns all night. Vista hasn't had his shot yet. He steps up, bends the boy, and sinks his fist inside. Scalia watches, lips curled, his cock resting on Lexington's skull. He knows that hole. Vista eases out. The rim stays open, pulsing, then starts to close. Scalia pushes forward. He slides in where Vista just left, the muscle still warm and stretched. Lexington stays bent, breathing hard. Vista wipes his glove on his thigh, eyes on the two men locked together. Scalia works in slow, then faster. His balls slap skin. Lexington's back arches. The couch creaks under the weight. Vista moves around front, cock swinging heavy. He grabs Lexington by the hair and pulls his face up. The kid opens his mouth without being told. Scalia keeps driving from behind. The rhythm matches between mouth and ass. Sweat runs down Lexington's spine. Every thrust pushes him forward onto Vista's dick. He chokes once, recovers, takes it deeper. Scalia grunts approval. Vista's free hand finds Lexington's shoulder, holding him steady. The leather of their vests creaks with each shift. Skin, sweat, and spit mix in the low light. Lexington's hole takes every inch Scalia gives. Vista's fist waits at his side, fingers flexing, ready again.