The cheeky lad had his eyes on one machine in particular, based off of one of his favorite movie franchises and for whatever reason he was determined to steal that top spot on the winners menu. He wasn’t sure what came over him today, but the younger lad was so determined to put a dent in his plan that he ended up spending far longer in the place. After improving his score enough to actually place on the winner’s menu, with his pockets now empty of quarters and his stomach so empty that it decided to gurgle loud enough to be heard over the electronic sounds of congratulations, Dex knew it was time to head home.

With his stomach only growling louder the closer he made it to his apartment, by the time Dex made his way into the kitchen he was desperate for a quick meal. Turning up the frying pan higher than he typically would when making something as straight forward as a grilled cheese in order to whip it together, the hungry host suddenly had the urge to take a leak. With his sandwiches still on the grill Dex had set himself up for the mistake that happened next.

As a small but steady cloud of smoke puffed its way into the air, the building’s fire alarm mistook the burning of the bread as a genuine fire. Before Dex had time to process what was happening after coming out from the bathroom, the loud piercing shrills that sounded off to warn everyone that there may be a potential fire were blaring. Fanning the smoke out of the room through an open window, Dex shoveled the half burnt sandwich into his mouth, tidied up and took a seat on his bed before he heard a knock on his door.

It was Mr. Stryker the landlord, coming by to assure Dex that it wasn’t a big deal and that it shouldn’t take too long to fix. The door closed behind Mr. Stryker, but opened again sooner than the younger lad had expected as a tall firefighter in uniform entered his living quarters. He politely assured Dex there was nothing to worry about, but the flirtatious twink couldn’t stop his eyes from fixating on Mr. Spencer’s bulge. The firefighter returns the long stare with a cheeky grin as he slides next to Dex on the bed and leans in for a kiss.

Upon Mr. Stryker’s return, he was greeted by a steamy make out session between Dex and Mr. Spencer. Without missing a beat, the tall landlord crept closer to assert himself into the action. The smaller twink was having his lips shared between two tall hung tops, as everyone’s hands began to explore whatever they could grab onto while the three made themselves more comfortable.

Clothes start coming off and soon enough the tiny gay bottom is on all fours with his round hairy ass arching upwards to greet Mr. Spencer’s tongue licking his backdoor. The older men towering over the petit Dex as they sandwiched him between their bodies for more kisses. The young twink can barely believe that he had not one, but two giant DILFs eating out of the palm of his hand, or in this case licking his armpits!

Getting fed Mr. Spencer’s firefighter hung erection at one end and after receiving another tongue lashing from the other, it’s big cock tight hole as Mr. Stryker lines up his large appendage against the dime-sized pucker. The spit roast would continue as the two tops swap places, Mr. Spencer’s hairy bush grinding against the dust of fur on Dex’s hole.

The apartment’s system may have been having a false alarm, but there was surely a small fire brewing behind the walls of Dex’s unit. He may have initially been embarrassed by triggering the alarm, but that all changed once he had two towering tops on either side of him. Maybe this could be what they call a ‘happy accident?’