O.F.D. Obsessive Fisting Disorder, 2

Preston Johnson and Brandon Moore hit the empty locker room at the gym. Preston peels down to nothing but a jock, then spreads for Brandon’s tongue. Brandon slicks his fingers and pushes in, one hand, then deeper, until his whole fist slips past the ring. His cock jumps hard against the front of his red shorts. More lube pours out. Preston strains, pushes, and his big rosebud blooms bright red. He lifts one foot onto the bench so the ink on his thigh shows clear: a red rose shaped like a fist. Still in the jock he works his own cock, slow and tight, while Brandon keeps driving in and out. Thick white lube runs down Preston’s hard thighs. Both men check themselves out in the big wall mirror. They drop to the floor in the slick puddle, lips locked, Brandon’s hand still twisting and stroking that open, shining bud.