Service Me!

Wesley lounges in his sleek living room, savoring the buzz of anticipation as Pierce Paris arrives—tall, tech-savvy, with that effortless stud appeal. Pierce sets up the new TV system with precise hands, guiding Wesley through the remote's buttons and streaming magic. But Wesley's eyes snag on the thick bulge straining Pierce's pants. No words needed. Wesley yanks those pants to Pierce's ankles and dives in, lips wrapping around the hung man's throbbing cock, sucking with hungry rhythm. Pierce's breath hitches, excitement sparking. He strips Wesley bare in a frenzy, shoves him onto his back, and spreads those legs wide. A quick spit slicks Wesley's hole, and Pierce's tongue plunges deep into the scruffy, musky crevice, lapping like a man starved. Craving more, Pierce lines up and thrusts his cock inside, filling Wesley to the hilt. Wesley takes it first on his back, legs hooked over Pierce's shoulders, then flips to all fours for doggy, arching back to meet every pounding stroke—a silent symphony of gratitude for that perfect intrusion. Wesley eases off, swinging a leg over to straddle Pierce, riding hard until his own release erupts, painting Pierce's chiseled abs in hot, sticky ropes. The sight ignites Wesley anew. He grips Pierce's slick shaft, stroking fast and firm, until thick bursts of cum flood his mouth, swallowing every salty drop like a well-earned reward.