Andre Barclay’s tattooed arm slides in deep. Ben Reyes stands barely five feet tall, but that small body takes everything Andre gives. Leather boots scrape against the junkyard floor while Ben’s jock strap strains around his waist. Andre’s fist pushes past the second ring, and Ben’s hole opens wider, the rosebud blooming around his wrist. Another hand joins the first, fingers stretching the rim in opposite directions until two thick arms disappear inside the same hungry gut. Ben’s belly swells, then flattens again, the shape of Andre’s knuckles showing through skin and muscle. Sweat drips from Andre’s shaved head onto Ben’s lower back. The fists twist, grind, and pull out with a wet pop, only to slam back in harder. Ben’s moans echo off rusted car frames while the double fisting keeps pounding. Boots squeak, leather creaks, and both men work like animals that live only for the next stretch, the next punch, the next impossible inch swallowed by that perfect, greedy hole.
Andre Barclay’s tattooed arm slides in deep. Ben Reyes stands barely five feet tall, but that small body takes everything Andre gives. Leather boots scrape against the junkyard floor while Ben’s jock strap strains around his waist. Andre’s fist pushes past the second ring, and Ben’s hole opens wider, the rosebud blooming around his wrist. Another hand joins the first, fingers stretching the rim in opposite directions until two thick arms disappear inside the same hungry gut. Ben’s belly swells, then flattens again, the shape of Andre’s knuckles showing through skin and muscle. Sweat drips from Andre’s shaved head onto Ben’s lower back. The fists twist, grind, and pull out with a wet pop, only to slam back in harder. Ben’s moans echo off rusted car frames while the double fisting keeps pounding. Boots squeak, leather creaks, and both men work like animals that live only for the next stretch, the next punch, the next impossible inch swallowed by that perfect, greedy hole.
