Pig Alley

D Arclyte shoves his tongue past Nate Grimes' teeth. Their mouths slam together, wet and angry, then break for air. Sweat stings their eyes. They drag spit over each other's pits, still locked at the lips, tasting salt and leather. Nate drops, swallows D's thick rod, cheeks hollowing. D answers by throat-fucking Nate's own cock until ropes of spit trail from chin to floor. Spinning the kid around, D buries his face between those round cheeks and eats the hole open, tongue pushing deep. Leather straps bite Nate's wrists; he hangs helpless while D coats both hands. A fist sinks in, knuckles popping past the ring. D twists, opens, slams his knuckles forward again. The gape spreads wide, pink and shining. Nate pushes back, riding the knuckles like he can't get enough. D pumps harder, faster, until the boy's cock jerks and spits thick white across the floor, ass still clenching around the buried fist.