The Hand That Fists You

Black boots. Black gloves. A redhead, on his back. A Latino, with his gloved fist insisting on entry to the ginger's ass. The redhead is Brian Bonds, and you have to imagine that he and his fister, Ben Reyes, are dizzy with the aroma of sweat and leather and the crusty, stained jock strap Brian is wearing. Brian pulls his thighs back, exposing his eager hole, signaling that he's ready to take it. Ben's shoulders and biceps flex as he presses for advantage against Brian's tight hole. Patience, more lube, and Ben's hand pops in, to the wrist. Brian cries out as his hole is challenged by alternating fists advancing and withdrawing. Every time Ben's fist disappears, his fingers spread. Brian responds with the pleasure that pain and submission give to this well-versed player. It's pushed him to the edge and he tips the scales by jacking off with Ben's fist deep inside of him. Brian's ankles quiver. Ben tickles his hole and pearly streams of spooge emerge from the head of Brian's cock, to roll down the shaft. He scoops some up with his thumb and sucks it down.