Grant Ducati, Kyle Steele, Lawson James, & Milo Miles

Grant Ducati pins Kyle Steele to the mattress, his lean body pressing down as he slams deep. One hand grips Kyle’s stubbled jaw hard. Kyle’s muscular thighs shake around Grant’s hips, sweat slicking his chest. Grant’s relentless thrusts into Kyle’s ass snap through the room, skin slapping loud in the silent hotel suite. Nearby, Milo Miles watches, tangled in Lawson James’ silver-streaked chest hair, while the older man greedily sucks Milo off.

Power shifts abruptly. Milo shoves Lawson to his knees, spits onto Lawson’s exposed hole, and mounts him without pause. Grant pulls out of Kyle’s well-used entrance, swapping places seamlessly with Milo. Their movements are synchronized and predatory—a brutal dance. They reposition the daddies like pawns. Kyle now drives into Lawson from behind while Grant rocks into Kyle’s throat, his balls hitting Kyle’s chin with every thrust. Beside them, Milo pistons fiercely into Lawson. The room vibrates with guttural growls and the chaotic banging of the headboard against the wall.