Gaytanamo – Hairy muscle bareback prison threesome

In the heart of Europe, nestled in an unassuming industrial district, lies Gaytanamo – a secret underground prison where the continent’s most virile and hairy convicted felons are sent to serve out their sentences. The guards here maintain a strict code of conduct: no medication, no soap, and absolutely no condoms. It’s not just a prison, it’s a sex camp – and its inmates are the hungriest, hairiest, and horniest men in the land.

One particular evening, three of Gaytanamo’s most infamous residents were sent to the showers for their daily ablutions. Marco, a towering beast of a man with rippling muscles and a chest thick with dark, mat-like fur; Paolo, a rugged bear with a wild, unkempt beard and a permanently hypnotic smirk; and Tommy, a young punchy bottom with an insatiable appetite for cocks.

As the three men stood under the tepid sprays, soaping up their thick, sweaty bodies, a charged tension filled the steamy air. It was as if they had all simultaneously, unanimous agreed to break the night’s silence with their hard, hungry eyes. +Marco, the alpha of the group, turned to the other two, his golden flecks gleaming. “Boys,” he said in a deep, resonant baritone, “I think we deserve a little reward for enduring this hellhole.”

Paolo immediately loosened his belt, letting his pants drop to the puddled linoleum floor. His cock, thick and uncut, swung heavily between his hairy, roped thighs. “I’m game,” he said, fingering his foreskin with a mischievous wink. Tommy’s eyes went wide at the sight of his prison mate’s beastly schlong. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, burying his stubble-rough face in Paolo’s crotch. The older bear laughed as Tommy nuzzled and huffed, breathing his musk.

Marco watched approvingly as his cellmate attended to their young companion. Paolo’s cock grew stiffer, flaring and leaking as Tommy bathed it in worship. All the while, Tommy’s own cock juttted out from his matted pubes, nearly rigid with anticipation. It was clear the boy needed some stimulation of his own.

With a grunt, Marco clambered out of his boots and let his own pants sag around his hairy ass. His monstrous cock sprung free, slick with precum and smelling like raw sex. “Suck my fucking dick,” he growled at Tommy, who immediately obliged, stroking and suckling at the swollen head as if it were his last meal before execution. Marco gripped Tommy’s head, thrusting deeper into his willing, gagging throat.

For a few glorious moments, all men stood gathered ’round, swapping spit and spunk as one. The floor grew slick with water and drool and pre-cum. Damn did they feel indomitable, above the petty rules of society. Immune to caring one iota for their health. They were becoming feral creatures, worshiping carnal pleasure, used and sustained by the other men around them.

A shift in position and Marco manhandled Tommy over the moldy bench in the corner. He grasped the younger man’s furry ass cheeks, spreading them wide to reveal his tight pink pucker, still glistening from the shower. “Beg for it, slut,” Marco hissed. And beg, Tommy did, wiggling his plump posterior enticingly. “Fuck me, Sir, fuck me hard and raw!”

That was all the encouragement Marco needed. He gripped his lengthy shaft and rubbed the weeping tip along Tommy’s crack, mashing his cockhead against his holes. Paolo shifted up beside him, offering his own spit-slick rod for the taking. Drooling onto his palm, Marco gave them both a dozen slick strokes before plunging into the netherworld. The head popped past Tommy’s eager sphincter as he let out a guttural moan.

Paolo took the opportunity to feed his thick meat into Tommy’s already-stuffed hole. They hilted as one, balls slapping against each other, setting up an agonizing pace of dual entrance. “Oh shit! Oh fuck!” Tommy yelped in rapture, tongue lolling out from between his teeth. He seemed would collapse under them were it not for prudent positioning holding his hefty frame secure.

Then they fucked.

Using Tommy’s eager body as a sex toy, Marco and Paolo pumped into him with animalistic grunts and groans. Sweat dripped down their backs, wafting the scent of pushing, rutting males. Their heavy sacks smacked and squeezed between Tommy’s legs as they double-penetrated him, stretching dilating his slick backdoor entrance past its limits. Despite his young age, Tommy took it like the seasoned prison slut he was, loosened by years of use and abuse.

And lo, how the bench creaked under heavy work like this! The room echoed with obscene slap skin and squelch, with giving and pulling and balls-full force. Hungary roars and dirty talk spilled out, urging them all deeper, harder, more: “You like getting gaped by two dicks at once, slut?” Marco growled. “Two hairy motherfuckers wrecking your hole?” Tommy could only squeal in affirmative dreck, all rational thought overcome by the hickory punta of cocks splitting him.

And just like a masculine song, this intensified chorus built. The seizing, the clenching, the rippling around their burrowing prongs, and the tension released, with spurt, jets. Tommy’s first, thick loads of cum exploding from his cock without a touch, right Christians sent on high, pouring down to his balls. Followed immediately by the bears’ own hanging grunts appeared deep, bestial heat and globs.

“Drain those fuckers dry,” Marco commanded and as Tommy obeyed, all three collapsed in a gooey, used, happy sex-pile of dick, ass, and cum, just as the lights clicked offkt and the lock snapped shut, proclaiming the end of their visitors’ hours. Despite the public, they took turns licking one another’s mingled rule off hairy chest until the remaining specks glistened lazily.