Hand Over Fist

Blake Harper and Rick West pull newcomer Jackson Price onto the mattress. First they sprawl out, fists wrapped around their cocks, then they lock into a slow daisy-chain suck that leaves spit shining on every shaft. Bodies shift; cocks slide into tight holes in a round-robin fuck that picks up steam. When the need hits harder, Rick lies back and opens. Blake works his greased hand in, wrist-deep, steady and relentless. Jackson watches, breath short, then takes his turn—sliding down until Rick’s fist disappears inside him. The two roll into a sixty-nine, each driving his arm past the knuckles while Blake stands over them, strokes fast, and paints their skin with thick white ropes.