Best Men, Part 2 - The Wedding Party

An anonymous email hits Andrew Blue's inbox like a gut punch: a damning photo of Tony entangled with that sleazy stripper from last week, bodies slick and twisted in betrayal. Rage surges through him, hot and unyielding, chasing away any lingering vows. He turns to the catering staff for escape, and there they are—TJ Hawke and Lucky Daniels, eager shadows ready to eclipse his pain. Andrew drops to his knees, lips parting for TJ's rigid cock first. He takes it deep, tongue swirling, each greedy suck pulling him further from the sting of Tony's deceit. Saliva gleams as he works, hollowing his cheeks, the salty pulse against his throat a balm. Then Lucky steps in, his shaft thick and insistent; Andrew devours it with the same fervor, slurps echoing like forgotten promises. Who knew help came this hard and ready? Plenty more waits—asses to tongue and probe, tight holes begging for his thrust. He rims them slow, savoring the musky heat, before plunging in, hips snapping with vengeful rhythm. Revenge tastes like sweat and release, sweet as it fills his aching soul.