Purpose drives Darren, as he's positioned between two muscular, hairy chests. His hands wrap around thick, leaking cocks, one smooth, one veiny. The room hushes, all eyes on him. He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of expectation. Slowly, he starts to stroke, the friction building a steady rhythm. The boys' moans grow louder, their hips thrusting, their pleasure evident. Darren, now fully immersed, takes his time, drawing out their pleasure, watching as their cocks pulse, ready to burst.