HandPacked 2: ManPacked

Bud drops his ass into a poolside sling. Sun hits the ink and steel in his skin. He wants a pair of hands on him and he says so. Carlo Cox shows up, Brazilian, built, already hard in his trunks. He starts on Bud's nuts, works his way past the taint and straight up the hole. Fingers sink in. Bud's guts open. Carlo keeps the pressure steady, palm flat, then rolls the knuckles until his whole fist disappears. He fucks Bud with the fist, pulls it out, pushes it back, rimming between each thrust. Bud rocks in the sling, legs open, hole stretched shiny. Carlo adds a thick toy, twisting it deep, then yanks it free so he can drive his arm in again, wrist-deep. Sweat runs off both men under the sun. Bud grunts every time Carlo punches past the second ring. No break, just fist, tongue, and toy trading places until Bud's hole stays wide on its own.