O.F.D. Obsessive Fisting Disorder, 2

Brandon Moore drops to all fours on the bench. Preston Johnson steps in, gloves snapped tight, lube shining on his knuckles. He spreads Brandon wide, then drives his fist straight up that hot hole. Brandon works himself up and down the arm like he can’t get enough, hole stretching, gripping, letting go. Preston’s bicep swells and Brandon’s ass flexes around it, both men breathing hard. They shift. Brandon rolls to his back, right leg hooked over Preston’s shoulder, eyes half-lidded as the fist punches deeper. Later they stretch out head to toe on the mat and swap fists, right hands buried to the wrist, driving in and out of each other. Preston’s rosebud blooms, eyes rolling as the pleasure peaks. Brandon keeps his fist moving, and Preston shoots a thick white load that mixes with the lube already dripping everywhere.