What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right? I don’t think the same applies to marriage vows. But really, I’m getting ahead of myself, because the guys don’t realize they’ve just engaged in nuptials until they wake up in the morning, covered in dry spunk from their fuck the night before…
Brandon Moore and Seth Santoro have met at the Hustlaball in Vegas, and as sparks fly between the two of them they decide it’d be a great idea to do what porn stars do best- get absolutely wasted, black out and end up in a bed with no idea how they got there. And don’t think I’m judging- it’s one of the qualities I like best about them. How else would us normals ever stand a chance of hooking up with them if they weren’t wasted at the time?
Brandon is a bit of a power bottom slut, and when he’s not being spit-roasted in a shop he’s most at ease with the world when he’s got a Latino cock, much like Seth’s, seven inches deep in his ass.
Now Seth, he’s one handsome fellow, and he’s got a gorgeous body too, so he’s pretty much the perfect pairing with Brandon- his darker skin contrasts against Brandon’s pale whiteness perfectly, so you can be easily hypnotized by Seth’s dark dick disappearing between Brandon’s furry alabaster ass cheeks.
So yeah, the guys fuck hard, with Seth’s dick giving Brandon’s hole something to think about for the rest of the night. And then they wake and, BOOM, realize they somehow got married last night. But the only proof is that they’re now wearing wedding rings.
Guys- not to be rude- but Brandon’s probably got all sorts up that bubble butt of his, it’s like a porn star lost property box, so maybe the ring just slipped on when Seth slipped a finger inside the night before? See- emergency over.