O.F.D. Obsessive Fisting Disorder, 1

Axel strips bare and throws his legs on the table. Brian snaps on gloves, drops to his knees and gulps down Axel’s uncut cock, metal ring clinking against his teeth. He works lower, tongue flicking the pierced strip of skin until he’s rimming that tight pink hole. Slick with spit, Brian lines up and drives his cock straight in, then pulls out and replaces it with his fist. He punches deep, cock in, fist in, back and forth until Axel’s hole opens wide. Every time Brian yanks his hand free, Axel bears down and pushes a fat red rosebud into the air. Brian licks it, bites it, fucks it with his tongue. When they switch, Axel squats on Brian’s arm and rides the fist like he’s starving for it. The table creaks, the lube drips, and neither man slows down.