In a steamed-up yoga studio, three hung gay men, clad only in tiny shorts, twist and turn, their muscles flexing and cocks tenting. One, driven by lust, reaches out, grabbing another's bulge. They kiss, deep and hungry, as the third watches, stroking his hard-on. Soon, they're a writhing mass, lips and tongues exploring every inch, hands gripping asses, fingers probing holes. They fall into a rhythm, one sucking, one fucking, one receiving, then switching, their moans and the sound of wet, sloppy sex filling the room.