Sweet Spot

Adam Faust sees the masked man waiting and goes straight for him. Peter Dutch stays still but his body tells the whole story: he wants his ass opened. Faust starts with a bottle, works it in deep, then trades it for one thick dildo after another. Dutch grunts and pushes back, taking every inch. Hair on Faust’s arms brushes Dutch’s skin as he switches to his hands. First two fingers, then four, then both fists sinking past the knuckles. The muscle ring stretches, sucks, fights for a second, then gives way. Sweat runs. Leather creaks. Faust keeps driving, looking for the spot that makes Dutch’s whole body lock up. Dutch meets every shove, hungry, daring Faust to go harder. The two men trade control like fighters—Faust pushing, Dutch demanding more. The question hangs in the air: which one of them finds the sweet spot first?