Fistpack 14 - Mancaves

Certainly there's room for two. Marc Lasalle steps in. He and Billy Ryder settle in to Michael Johns' well-appointed Mancave. Marc's boots scrape the floor as he drops his jeans. Billy's already on his knees, fingers slick and working into Michael. Marc watches, hand wrapped around his cock, slow and steady. Tension hangs thick. Michael groans, his hole stretching around Billy's fist, taking it inch by inch. The man cave smells of leather, sweat and poppers. Billy pushes deeper, his wrist twisting, knuckles disappearing. Marc leans in close, breathing hard, jerking faster as the heat rises. Michael arches, breath ragged, taking everything they give him. The three move as one, each sound and thrust pushing them further. Boots plant hard on the floor. Hands grip tight. No one holds back.