Service Me!

Pierce Paris steps into the tanning salon, craving a deeper glow. Attendant Brett Dylan pushes open the door by mistake, catching Pierce mid-application of his lotion. Already caught in the moment, Pierce turns with a sly grin. 'Might as well help with my back,' he says, handing over the bottle. Brett's palms glide across the firm ridges of Pierce's back, tracing muscle like a secret map. They drift lower, skimming taut abs, then boldly wrapping around Pierce's thickening cock. Pierce sighs, yielding to the eager touch. Brett drops to his knees, lips parting to devour that massive shaft, slurping with hungry rhythm. Pierce reciprocates, stripping Brett's uniform away in swift pulls, revealing smooth skin and a pulsing erection. He sinks down, taking Brett deep, tongue swirling as his mouth pumps steadily up and down the length. Brett shudders, then erupts—thick ropes of cum splattering across Pierce's face, warm and sticky. Dripping with the evidence, Pierce rises, stroking his own cock with urgent fists until he unleashes into Brett's waiting mouth, filling it with his release.