O.F.D. Obsessive Fisting Disorder, 2

Brandon Moore strokes Preston Johnson’s hands like they’re the only things left in the world. Both men tell Dr. Strangeglove they’ve never felt right until now, each finally matched by the other’s hunger for deep, relentless fisting. The doctor nods, slips out, and leaves them alone. Brandon drops to his knees and yanks Preston’s fly open, sucking the fat uncut cock with greedy wet sounds. Preston bends him over the desk, spreads his cheeks, and drives his tongue straight into the hole, licking deep before sliding on gloves. Lubed fingers punch past the ring, then the whole hand sinks to the wrist. Brandon’s eyes lose focus. One leg goes up on the desk, giving Preston room to work. Hands switch, rhythm quickens, one fist buried while two fingers from the other circle the stretched rim. Brandon rolls onto his back, jerks his own cock, and watches his hole bloom red and wide around the invading arm.