Rear End Collision 1 - Pop a Gasket

Back garage. Steel doors clank. Boots echo. Brock Devonshire drops his pants first, spreads, and Rik Jammer follows, already pre-lubed. Simon Cox and Michael Brandon step up—fists gloved, cocks hard. They drive in deep, right to the wrist, without any warm-up chatter. Steve Cannon slides in next, on his back, boots in the air, and Michael switches, hammering him next. The slick sounds ricochet off the concrete. A row of piercings flash under the fluorescents each time Simon pulls back and slams again. Sweat rolls, grease smears, and the three bottoms take every thrust, every yank, every second fist that follows the first. No slow build, just raw rhythm, skin slapping skin, holes stretched wide and hungry for more. The camera stays tight; you hear every grunt, every knuckle pop, every breath getting shorter. When the load finally hits, it lands heavy, inside and out, dripping down leather and onto the shop floor.