The camera's red light blinked steadily as Matt froze in the doorway, his grip tightening on the videocam. From inside the dim boathouse, Luke's voice echoed rough and commanding, "that's it. Take it like you fucking mean it." Matt whipped his head toward Luke behind him, eyes blown wide. He mouthed 'what the fuck?' silently, his oiled chest glistening under the fading sunlight.
Luke frowned, stepping closer just as Matt cautiously peeked his head inside. The videocam's autofocus whirred as Matt trained it on the scene of Josh sprawled on the concrete floor, his thick thighs spread wide with Mark straddling him, riding his cock with slow, deep rolls of his hips. Josh's fingers were tangled in Mark's dark curls, yanking his head back with enough force to make Mark's throat work around a swallowed groan. Sweat sheened their torsos, Mark's heavier frame flexing with each downward grind, his ass clenching around Josh's cock visibly stretching him.
"Holy shit," Matt breathed, zooming in until the lens captured the slick glide of Josh's dick sliding in and out of Mark's hole, the muscles of Mark's thighs trembling with strain. Behind him, Luke whispered harshly, "What's going on?"
Matt didn't turn, just jerked his head backward in a 'get over here' motion. "Dude," he hissed, voice cracking, "stick your head in here and take a look. Looks like Josh and Mark are a couple a homos."
Luke shoved forward, his lean frame pressing against Matt's side as he peered inside. His breath hitched audibly as Josh's grip tightened in Mark's hair, wrenching his head back further as he thrust up hard, making Mark's whole body jolt. A choked noise escaped Mark's throat, his cock bouncing against his stomach, flushed dark and leaking.
Matt steadied the videocam with both hands, zooming in until the shot framed Mark's face, his lips parted, eyes half-lidded, sweat beading along his furrowed brow. "Fuck," Matt muttered, adjusting the focus as Josh snapped his hips up again, his cockhead catching the light where it stretched Mark open. "They're really going at it."
Luke's exhale was ragged against Matt's ear. His fingers dug into Matt's shoulder, nails biting skin. On screen, Mark's hand flew to Josh's chest, blunt fingers splaying over his pecs as he braced himself as Josh's thrusts turned punishing. Mark's mouth fell open in a silent cry, his cock twitching against his stomach, a bead of precum slowly dripping onto Josh's abs.
Matt's grip on the videocam tightened. "Jesus," he breathed. The shot wobbled slightly as he adjusted his stance. Behind him, Luke was rigid, his breathing shallow.
Matt's grip on the videocam tightened, his fingers slick with sweat against the plastic casing. "Dude," he whispered, voice cracking with suppressed laughter, "if we put this shit on the internet, we're gonna be so fucking rich." The autofocus whirred as the lens zoomed in on Mark's face. His lips were parted, eyes squeezed shut, sweat dripping down his temples as Josh pounded into him with relentless force.
Inside the boathouse, Mark arched backward with a ragged groan, his hands scrabbling at Josh's thighs for purchase. "Fucking ruin me," he gasped, his voice wrecked. The muscles in his back flexed under sweat-slick skin as Josh gripped his hips tighter, fingers digging into the dense muscle of Mark's ass.
Josh's breath came in harsh pants, his biceps straining as roughly jerked Mark's steadily leaking cock. "Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. Mark's cock jumped at the words, leaking steadily against his stomach. Josh grinned, thrusting harder. "Taking it like you were made for it."
The slap of skin-on-skin echoed off the boathouse walls as Mark's thighs trembled, his fingers clawing at Josh's chest. His breath hitched, his whole body tensing, and then he came with a choked cry, his cock pulsing as stripes of cum splattered across Josh's torso. The first shot landed high on Josh's collarbone, the next streaking across his abs, thick and glistening under the dim light.
Matt turned to Luke, pressing his shoulder against him as he kept the videocam rolling. "This is fucking insane," he whispered, barely audible over the slick sounds from inside. Luke just nodded, his entire body rigid with coiled tension, fingers digging into the doorframe hard enough to whiten his knuckles.
"Dude, calm down," Matt muttered, nudging Luke with his elbow. "You look disgusted. Don't tell me you're a fucking homophobe."
Luke shook his head sharply, jaw clenched. "No," he ground out, but his gaze stayed locked on Mark. Mark, who was shuddering as Josh's grip tightened in his hair, Mark, whose thighs were trembling where they bracketed Josh's hips, Mark, who-
Josh's voice cut through the thick air, rough and commanding: "Now."
Matt's breath hitched as the scene shifted. Josh hauled Mark up by the hair, flipping him onto his knees in one fluid motion. The videocam's autofocus whirred, adjusting to the new angle as Josh fisted his cock, the flushed head smearing precum against Mark's parted lips. Mark didn't resist. His tongue darted out, swiping over the slit before Josh shoved in, the movement brutal enough to make Mark's throat bulge visibly.
Luke's fingers dug into the doorframe, the wood creaking under his grip. On screen, Josh's thighs flexed as he roughly jerked his cock, his free hand yanking Mark's head back by the hair to expose the stretch of his throat. "Fuck, man," Josh growled.
Matt zoomed in, the lens capturing the moment Josh's control snapped. His hips stuttered, his back arching as he came with a choked groan. Thick stripes of cum splattered across Mark's face, painting his cheekbones, his lips, his eyelids. Mark didn't flinch. His tongue darted out, catching a bead of cum at the corner of his mouth as Josh exhaled a shaky laugh.
Matt swung the camera back to his own face, his grin wild. "Who would've thought," he whispered, voice cracking with suppressed laughter, "that big scary Mark was a fucking bottom." The lens refocused just in time to catch Josh swiping a thumb through the mess on Mark's face, smearing it across his lips.
"Looks good on you," Josh muttered, his fingers tightening in Mark's hair to tilt his head back further. Mark's lashes fluttered, his breath coming in ragged pants as Josh dragged his thumb over his tongue.
Luke's exhale was ragged. He stepped back from the doorway, his shoulders rigid. Matt glanced at him, lowering the camera. "Dude," he hissed. "You're acting fucking weird."
Luke shook his head, jaw clenched. "I'm fine."
Inside the boathouse, Josh hauled Mark to his feet by the hair, their bodies colliding with a wet slap of skin. Mark's back hit the erg machine behind him, the handle rattling as Josh pinned him there, grinding their cocks together. The sound of their ragged breathing filled the space, punctuated by the creak of the erg's seat under their combined weight.
Matt adjusted the zoom, his breath hitching. "Holy shit," he muttered. The camera caught Josh's hand sliding between them, fingers wrapping around both their cocks in a tight grip. Mark threw his head back with a groan, his throat working as Josh stroked them together, the slick sound loud in the dim light.
Matt swung the videocam back to his face, his grin stretching wide enough to show teeth. "Alright, let's see what these guys have to say," he whispered, his voice pitched low with mischief. The autofocus whirred as he flipped the lens around, adjusting the shot to frame himself in dramatic close-up before flipping the camera back around.
With a sudden kick, Matt shoved the boathouse door wide open. The metal hinges shrieked in protest as he sauntered inside, the videocam's red light blinking steadily. "Now where was my invitation to this sausage fest?" he announced, his voice dripping with exaggerated offense. The camera panned wildly as he gestured toward Josh and Mark, still tangled together, Mark's thighs trembling where they bracketed Josh's hips. "I wouldn't partake," Matt continued, wrinkling his nose theatrically, "but an invite is always nice."
Behind him, Luke's shadow stretched long across the concrete floor, his silhouette sharp against the fading sunlight, arms crossed tight over his chest. He stepped forward, his jaw clenched tight. "Yeah," he chimed in, his voice gruff. His fingers flexed against his biceps, the tendons in his forearms standing out under sun-browned skin. "How long's this been happening, homos?"
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