Fistpack 31 - Fist My Gaping Hole

Ashley Rider and Caedon Chase crash into the dungeon and attack each other's mouths. Ashley licks across Caedon's pits, then trails his tongue over his chest, but Caedon takes over fast. He shoves the boy onto the padded table, lifts those legs, and buries his tongue in Ashley's hole, driving it deep. Ashley moans for more, then passes Caedon the gloves and lube. The message is clear. Caedon gloves up and starts with fingers, opens him quick, then pushes past knuckles to full fist. Ashley's grunts turn raw as wrist after wrist sinks in. Caedon leans in, plants a hard kiss on his pup, and drives nearly to the elbow. Still buried, he rolls Ashley onto all fours. Both fists now, one sliding in right after the other, stretching that greedy chute wider while Caedon works the boy like a puppet. Ashley grabs the hanging ring overhead, gets to his boots, and squats hard on the fist, riding it like a piston. Cock springs free from his jockstrap. He spins on the arm, still impaled, kisses Caedon deep, then turns again. Fist locked inside, he jerks a thick load across the floor, boots planted, hole stretched to the limit.