For the first time, the best-selling gay erotic novel becomes the screen's sexiest thriller. When the drunken groom passes out, it's time for his "best men" to have some hard, ass-pumping, dick-sucking fun.
The other day a guy asked me if I wanted to get "splattered?" I figured we were going for cocktails. But by the time the fourth man-load shot across my face I guessed that drinks were out of the question. "Thanks," I said, as I landed a juice bomb of my own all over his ankles. "Sure," he said, and he reached for his socks.
