Claudio Antonelli, Isidore Nadas and Guiseppe Pardi

Claudio Antonelli and Isidore Nadas press their tattooed, hairy chests together in the gym’s padded blue mats, their dark hair slick with sweat, while Giuseppe Pardi watches from the edge of the mats, wristbands red against his skin. One grips the other’s ass, fingers sliding deep before the first’s cock takes over, hard and relentless, as the second’s mouth seals around the base, teeth scraping. The air fills with the wet sounds of sucking and the slap of flesh, the third man’s hands already tracing the sweat on their backs.