Fist Bus #02

Drew Sebastian picks up Julian Torres on the side of the road. No free rides here. Julian already knows the price—his fist. The two of them slide into the back of the tinted-out bus, desert heat outside, traffic humming past. Drew strips, spreads, and offers his hairy hole like he’s been thinking about this all day. Julian gloves up, slicks his hand with thick lube, and sinks fingers in. First the stretch, then the push. Drew grunts, jaw tight, cock leaking. Julian works deeper, wrist disappearing while Drew rocks back. The bus sways. Horns blare. Drew cums hard, loads his own load into his palm, feeds it to Julian. Julian licks his fingers clean, then goes right back in. Drew drops to all fours on the rear seat, spreads wider, lets Julian punch and twist until a second load splashes across the leather. Julian keeps fisting him through it, wrist-deep on the Vegas backroads, the window glass fogged with sweat and cum.