After six brutal thrusts, Dylan syncs perfectly, hole pulsing, Ryan’s growl shaking the room: “You’re my fucking animal, kid.” His veiny thighs flex, slamming deeper, Dylan’s hole raw and gaping, his 8+ inch rod leaking, abs clenching, begging for release but untouched.Cole, the lean 6’1” swimmer, steps forward, his fiery red hair a buzzed crown, freckled abs tensing like cobblestones, 9-inch monster swaying, hairless and veined, slick with lube. His massive pecs flex, pierced nipples glinting, smooth abs rippling like a washboard, his 8.5-inch beast half-hard in tight black boxers, the head glistening with precum, leaking through the fabric. Gay porn His blue eyes burn with a mix of agony and insatiable want, his 8+ inch cock dripping, the pain in his ass only amplifying his hunger to be used. He’s never taken anything in his ass—never even fingered himself—but the sight of Ethan’s 8.5-inch beast, Ryan’s bushy, veiny rod, and Cole’s 9-inch monster ignites a primal ache deep in his core. Ryan’s challenge is perverse: Dylan must take Ryan’s 8-incher to the hilt, pulsing his hole to match the vein’s heartbeat—felt through the brutal thrusts—while reciting the frat’s founding date, “1855,” and only clench when Ryan barks “Pulse!” If Dylan falters, Ryan restarts, harder.Ryan rips out the plug with a wet pop,
