Manuel Torres and Joey Russo connect when Joey's traveling companion leaves him beside the road to go to a nearby house. Manuel just happens to be hanging around and gives Joey the heavy cruise, and Joey kisses afternoon ennui goodbye. Manuel, on the other hand, kisses Joey's ass. His beard is bound to be tickly, especially when he plants his face deep within Joey's spread-open cheeks and uses it to tease his hole. Joey, splayed across the seat of the parked bike, manages to spread his legs even further apart when Manuel demonstrates his flat-tongued rimming prowess, which is akin to watching a cat give itself a very thorough, very deliberate bath. Joey responds by arching his back higher and moaning louder. Manuel's startlingly well-delivered foreplay leads to an equally impressive fuck, and he sticks it to Joey from behind as Joey balances atop the seat of the bike. They end with Manuel's load landing on Joey's back, followed by Joey rising to christen the bike with a big spew of juice, and no oceanliner was ever anointed with as much champagne.