Revenge

Joey Stefano and Jon Vincent cruised down the sun-kissed coast, tires humming against the asphalt, until they pulled up to the Paradise Guest House. They checked in smoothly, grabbed their key, and slipped into their room. But Joey couldn't shake the itch. He left Jon lounging on the bed and dashed back to the front desk, where Steve Kreig stood alone, the lobby empty as a forgotten promise. No eyes on them. Joey pounced, his voice low and teasing, hands already roaming. Steve leaned back against the counter, a sly grin cracking his face. Moments later, he kicked his feet up, utterly relaxed, while Joey dropped to his knees and took Steve's thick cock deep into his mouth, sucking with hungry rhythm. Joey craved more—craved it fierce. He begged to get fucked, right there, and bent over the desk without a second thought, ass up and ready. Steve chuckled, that knowing edge to it, and reached into his drawer for his little secret: a slick plug, perfect for easing Joey open, stretching him slow and sweet until he was gasping for the main event.