VIP - The Hustle

Jason Maddox slips into the dressing room after his set, sweat still glistening on his skin. His eyes lock on Dorian Ferro, the fresh face in town, eager to conquer Vegas. 'I'd like to give you a try,' Jason murmurs, voice low and teasing. But the stage calls Dorian away. From the wings, Jason watches, mesmerized. Dorian's ripped frame twists and grinds beneath the disco ball's shimmering cascade—olive skin glowing, a gymnast's precision in every flex, that furry chest heaving, and an ass so scorching it could ignite the room. Jason's pale, smooth body hums with anticipation, his cock straining hard against his pants. Dorian returns, and they collide in a frenzy of kisses, hands roaming over taut muscles and heated flesh. Jason thrusts into Dorian's handsome mouth, the wet heat enveloping him as Dorian takes every inch. Jason pulls out, smacking his meaty cock against Dorian's cheek, the sharp slaps echoing like a promise. He drops to his knees then, sucking Dorian deep, letting those strong hands grip and guide his own throbbing length. Jason's tongue circles lower, zeroing in on that tight, hot hole. He pins Dorian against the mirror, starting slow—gentle thrusts building to a relentless slam, bodies banging in raw rhythm. They shift to the chair. Dorian straddles him for a furious lap dance, grinding that splendid ass down, milking Jason's cock against his prostate until ecstasy erupts. Dorian's cum splashes across his abs in thick ropes, and he slides down to swallow Jason's creamy load, savoring every drop.