Fist Bus

Mike Tanner stands on the blistering shoulder, thumb out, sweat tracing down his broad back. Nate Grimes spots the hunky daddy and waves him aboard. "We got a hot one here," he calls to the driver, already sizing up the prize. Mike climbs in, and the making-out starts fast and rough. Clothes peel away under their hands. Mike drops first, opening wide so Nate can feed him that big hairy cock. The thick shaft disappears down his throat, then Nate spins him around and drives straight into his ass. Mike arches, panting. "I want that fist." Nate slicks his knuckles and sinks wrist-deep, twisting, punching deeper while the wheels roll. Mike flips onto his back, boots planted, staring up at the man ruining him. His load shoots hard, striping his own hairy sack. Nate eases out, leaving the wrecked, gaping hole flexing. "Your turn," he says.