Pony Up!

Pony Up! Late afternoon at the Pony, the talk's easy until Kurt Andrews walks in fresh and clean. Buff eyes him, smirks, and lays it out plain: new faces hang with the crew only if they pony up. Next thing, Leo and Buff have Kurt bent over a barstool, wrists and ankles lashed tight. Buff slits the back of Kurt's shirt and pants with a pocket tool; the fabric falls away, leaving his ass bare and open. Leo drops low, tongue flicking, working spit into the tight ring. Buff feeds Kurt every inch of his heavy cock, stretching his throat until spit runs down his chin. Both men soak the kid in spit. Then Buff lines up and sinks in deep, each thrust knocking Kurt harder against the stool. When Buff's balls tighten and he shoots, he wipes his cock clean on Kurt's ass and tells the rest, "Have at it." He walks off. Forte steps in next, slams home, then Alexander, Wood, Hunter—one after another, each man pounding until he fills the hole. Only when the last load is pumped deep do they cut the ropes. Kurt jerks his cock, shoots across the floor, and the whole crew soaks him in hot piss and cum.