Lino Belucci and Rocco Alfieri stand close, the wet towel clutched around Rocco’s neck as Lino’s hands grip his hips, fingers digging in. Their mouths crash together, tongues tangled while Aldo Belucci watches from the edge, muscles taut, waiting for his turn. The air thickens with the press of bodies, one man pinned, the other holding him down, no words, just the force of it.
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