Best Men, Part 1 - The Bachelor Party

Roman Heart, buzzing with joy and a pleasant haze from the drinks, lures the strapping valet Nash Lawler into the sleek limo. They pour more champagne, sinking into the leather seats. Glasses clink in a toast, eyes locking with promise. Roman's fingers deftly strip Nash bare, revealing every taut muscle. Naked now, Nash throbs under Roman's gaze. Roman drops to his knees, lips wrapping around Nash's cock, sucking with wild abandon. He knows just how to tease, to torment, driving Nash to the edge. Steam rises; the windows blur with their heat. Nash's hand slips between Roman's cheeks, fingering his tight ass. Then he takes Roman's shaft deep into his mouth, swallowing with hungry rhythm. Roman pulls back, spreads Nash's cheeks, and dives in—kissing, licking the puckered hole before plunging his tongue into the slick crevice. Eager, Roman straddles Nash's lap, impaling himself on that rigid length. He rides hard, bouncing with urgent need. Shifting, Roman leans back, legs splayed wide. Nash thrusts deep, pounding fast and fierce. Hands fly to their own cocks, stroking in sync. Nash erupts first, hot jism spraying across Roman's chest. Roman follows, shooting his load with a thrilled groan, ropes of cum marking the moment.