The Big Tool

Brian Bonds shoves his face between James Oakleigh’s cheeks and eats like a man starved. Tongue drills in, wet and steady, until James shivers and pushes back for more. Brian reads the need, spits, and works two fingers in. They slide, disappear, and the rest follows—knuckles, wrist, all gone. He swaps fists, twisting, punching, stretching the pink ring wide. James rides each thrust, hole swallowing wrist to forearm, desperate for deeper reach. Brian’s mouth finds James’s thick uncut dick, already dripping; he sucks the head while the other hand keeps wrecking the slick chute behind. James climbs into the sling, legs spread, hole open and greedy. Brian sinks his fist in again, forearm flexing. A raw moan rips out of James and thick ropes shoot across his stomach. Brian scoops up the hot load and pushes every drop back inside the stretched hole, fisting the cum deeper until James twitches and gasps.