Roman's Holiday 2

Lost in the drizzle on Prague's Charles Bridge, Roman wanders solo, his map useless in the foreign haze. He can't speak a word of Czech, but his easy smile draws eyes. Spotting Steven Ward—a chiseled local with a knowing grin—Roman mimes his plea for directions to the museum. Steven chuckles, slings an arm around him, and veers off course, straight into a hidden flat pulsing with low laughter and the scent of sweat-soaked desire. Inside, four friends revel without restraint. Leon Bares kneels, lips locked around Blue Prince's thick shaft, throat working with greedy pulls. Nearby, Jan Cerny devours Marco Bill's rigid pole, cheeks hollowing as he gulps deep. Steven strips Roman's hesitation away with a firm hand, and the pair dives in. Six bodies entwine in a feverish daisy chain—mouths chasing cocks in a slick, circling frenzy, each man sucking and thrusting in rhythmic hunger. They splinter into trios, heat building. Blue pins Leon down, slamming his bare cock into that welcoming ass while Leon's mouth stretches wide for Marco's pounding rod. Roman and Jan kneel before Steven, trading turns to worship his throbbing length—one licking the veined underside, the other swallowing him whole, spit trailing in glossy strings. Leon becomes the center, his hole offered up like a prize. Every man claims a turn, pounding raw and relentless—Blue first, then Marco, Steven, Jan, Roman—each thrust eliciting moans as Leon's lips service a parade of stiff dicks, his jaw aching from the relentless feast. Climax crashes like a storm. Cum erupts in waves—splattering Leon's face, filling his mouth, coating chests and thighs—until the six collapse, bodies slick and sated, the air thick with their shared release.