Deeper And Deeper

Sherman Maus and Honey Davenport stumble into the locker room. They find the heat still hanging in the air. Honey keeps asking how fisting works. Sherman flashes that crooked smile, says he’ll show him. Hands grab fast. Mouths lock. Sherman drops, takes Honey’s cock to the root, throat working hard. Honey pulls him up, spins him, spreads hairy cheeks, tongue diving deep. Sweat drips. They swap. Honey bends Sherman over the bench, jockstrap still on, and drives in raw. Each thrust hits deep. Sherman moans, pushes back. Honey slows, palm slick, fingers pressing. He works one, then two, then curls his whole hand past the rim. Inch by inch the fist sinks. Forearm follows until Sherman’s belly swells with it. He grits his teeth, eyes bright, body shaking. Honey grins, pulls out slow, lines up again. He slams back in, fucks hard and steady. Sherman’s hole grips tight around bare cock until Honey groans and floods him deep.