Arm-ageddon

Luka Sage sits in his bunker, the end of the world hanging over his head, and his dick is hard as a rock. He’s supposed to be facing extinction, not craving a fist in his ass. The door swings open and in comes soldier Jace Eros, uniform tight, eyes locked on him. They talk fast, the walls shaking from whatever hell is outside. Luka says on a regular Saturday he’d be taking his boyfriend’s fist up to the wrist. Now the boyfriend’s gone and the world’s ending, so why not try it with a stranger in uniform. Jace shrugs, says he’s game, and they shove their pants down. Luka turns, spreads, offers his hole. Jace spits, licks, works his tongue deep to slick the ring. From his duffel he pulls gloves and a tub of lube, snaps the latex on, slicks two fingers, then four. He slides in knuckle by knuckle until the whole hand disappears. Luka’s hole sucks at the wrist, sloppy and loud. Jace pushes, twists, knuckles knocking that sweet spot. Luka’s cock jumps, shoots thick ropes across the concrete while Jace keeps his fist buried, still working the hole like the world outside is already gone.