To make it worse, Dylan’s hands must stroke Ryan’s bushy, veiny 8-incher, keeping him hard, fingers tangled in coarse pubes.Cole slides in slow, his 9-inch rod a battering ram, stretching Dylan’s raw, abused hole to an unbearable limit. Gay sex “Again, dumbass—feel my fucking heartbeat!” Dylan retries, hole screaming, reciting “1855” through choked sobs, pulsing on command, Ryan’s bush grinding relentlessly, pubes catching in Dylan’s crack. Four rounds, each more excruciating, Dylan’s rim raw, tears streaming, but his 8+ inch cock pulses, dripping, begging for more. Dylan’s on all fours, Ryan’s load leaking from his stretched, burning hole, plug discarded, 6’2” frame trembling. Cole leans against the wall, red hair glowing under neon, 9-inch outline pulsing, green eyes narrowing with a smirk. Dylan swallows and clenches, tears mixing with lube, body trembling, pain and triumph fusing into a primal high. “Gonna wreck your hole, kid,” he grunts, sandy curls falling into his eyes, bush a sandy-blond tangle that brushes his veiny abs. His 8-inch rod juts from a massive, untrimmed bush, a thick, throbbing vein snaking along the shaft, barely contained by low-slung cargos. Cole’s freckled abs clench, hissing, “You’re lost, kid—find my fucking path.” Dylan restarts, hole and throat burning, whistling a weak tune, syncing the grind, Ryan’s rod throbbing in his
