Deeper And Deeper

Honey slams Sherman against the cold metal lockers. A basketball game rumbles somewhere in the gym, but all Sherman hears is the wet slap of a fist driving up his ass. Honey pushes past the second knuckle and keeps forcing more in, the hairy slope of Sherman’s crack stretching around his wrist. Sherman spreads his legs wider, lets the fist sink deeper, the foreskin on his cock sliding back with each grind of Honey’s arm. He wants to come with that fist inside him. Honey moves him onto the bench and Sherman lowers himself onto the slick arm, riding it in short, hungry strokes. Sweat runs down his hairy thighs. His balls swing. One hard twist of Honey’s wrist and Sherman shoots, thick ropes spattering the bench. Honey pulls out, lines up, and drives his raw cock into the gaping hole. He fucks Sherman open until he unloads, painting the red insides white. Then he sinks his fist back in, shoving his own cum deeper, working it around until Sherman’s hole is glossy and used. The two men never notice the tiny lens tucked above the lockers, its red light winking in the dark.