By The Hour

Ethan Sinns bounces on a thick dildo while he swipes through hookup apps. He picks Brody Baytes, tells the stranger to come fist him while the jockstrap still clings to his ass. Brody shows up at the motel, mustache already damp with spit. He wastes no time. First his cock slides in raw, then his knuckles. The two blue-collar bodies grind together on the thin mattress, mattress springs creaking every time Brody twists his fist deeper. Ethan rides the hairy wrist until his legs shake, sweat stinging his eyes, breath punched out in short grunts. Brody keeps working him, knuckles turning, palm flattening, until Ethan collapses face-down, hole gaping and spent.