Route 69

Dustin Holloway and Fane Roberts pull into a dusty diner along Route 69, craving a simple lunch. But when Fane spots the waiter, Ryan Rose, with his chiseled jaw and easy swagger, he senses the menu holds more temptations than a cheeseburger. Dustin slips away to the bathroom, leaving Fane alone. That's when Ryan fumbles a soda, exploding it across Fane's chest and thighs, drenching his shirt and jeans in sticky fizz. Mortified by his slip, Ryan peels the wet shirt from Fane's broad shoulders, exposing a torso carved from marble. He grabs a rag and pats down Fane's pants, fingers lingering until they brush the rigid bulge straining against the denim. Sparks ignite. Ryan drops to his knees, freeing Fane's thick cock and wrapping his lips around it with urgent hunger. The muscle god before him—taut pecs, veined arms—unfurls a fantasy Fane once chased only in fevered dreams. 'Let me taste that ass,' Ryan growls, voice thick with want. Fane bends over the counter, eager, presenting himself. Ryan dives in, devouring Fane's hole with ravenous laps, tongue probing deep, slick and insistent. It opens him wide, prepping for what's next. Sensing the readiness, Ryan stands, his own rock-hard dick throbbing, and thrusts into Fane's tight back door with a single, deep plunge. He pounds the customer over a chair's edge, their grunts echoing like thunder in the empty space. Craving Fane's eyes on him, Ryan sweeps an arm across a table, clearing it in a clatter, then flips Fane onto his back. He drives in harder, nailing every sensitive spot until Fane shudders and erupts, ropes of cream splattering his own ripped abs. Ryan pulls out, eyes locked on the bliss he's wrought, and unleashes his load—a hot flood of special sauce glazing Fane's quivering stomach. Dustin returns to the table, finding Fane slumped in a happy stupor... lost in daydreams once more.