In the dimly lit, sterile room, the boys gather, eyes locked on the growing bulges in their shorts. They strip, letting their hard cocks spring free, already glistening at the tips. A circle forms, hands reach out, grabbing, stroking, pulling. The air fills with the sound of wet, sloppy sucking, the smell of sweat and sex. The boys move around, always eager for more, always hungry for the next cock. The pace quickens, the sounds of pleasure intensify, and one by one, the boys find their release, painting the room with their passion.