Best Men, Part 2 - The Wedding Party

Killian arrives at the wedding venue, microphone in hand, ready to capture guest greetings. He stumbles upon Zeb Atlas in the steamy shower, water cascading over the man's sculpted frame. They exchange a knowing glance and pivot to something far more captivating—a video that promises to steal the show. The cameraman's lens drinks in every detail: Zeb lathers up, thick suds gliding down his powerful arms and broad chest, tracing the curve of his luscious ass, then pooling over those monstrous pecs and chiseled abs. His killer smile flashes, disarming and electric, and soon Killian sheds his clothes, stepping into the spray, heart racing. Thrilled, he drops to his knees, lips wrapping around Zeb's throbbing cock, savoring every inch. Jacked with desire, Killian grips Zeb's firm asscheeks, spreading them wide to bury his tongue in that tight hole, rimming with hungry precision. Zeb takes charge then, flipping Killian every which way—against the tiles, bent over, legs wrapped tight. Each powerful thrust draws moans from Killian's lips, raw pleasure echoing off the walls. The intensity builds to a shattering peak; Killian erupts, his load shooting hot as his knees buckle, nearly toppling him. Gasping, he begs for more—'Cover me, Zeb'—and Zeb obliges with a grin, unleashing ropes of spooge across Killian's spent body. The camera catches it all, every slick, sweaty moment preserved in vivid glory.