Up Yours 2

James Aaron steps in. Fire rings his hole, that raw red circle marking the spot. Ray Dalton leans over him, glove already slick. He works the hole open with thick fingers, pushing, testing. Aaron braces on the bench, breath short. Dalton plants his elbow, steady. Aaron sinks down, takes the fist, rides it slow, then deeper. Sweat beads. Dalton strokes his own pierced cock with his free hand, breath turning ragged. He shoots hard across Aaron’s face, hot ropes landing on skin and stubble. Aaron stays low, still stretched, still breathing through it. The bench creaks. Neither man speaks.