Mo' Betta' Butt

Steve Hood leaves the sling. Mark Everett drops to his knees and swallows the pup’s pierced cock, beard scraping the shaft. His finger works deep, then Hammer pushes another in. They flip quick. Hood’s fist disappears in Everett’s hairy crack, pushing hard. Hammer growls commands, yanks Hood back and takes over, punching straight into that fur-lined hole. Everett moans, pushes down, proves he’s built for it. Across the room Cory Jay lowers Johnny Rider into another sling. Rider opens fast, takes the fist, then swallows the whole forearm, sliding up and down the muscle. Jay stays steady, voice low: “I’ve got you.” Rider grunts but keeps going, taking every inch. Everett’s getting worked by both of Hammer’s fists now. Hammer pulls out just as the load hits, lets Everett squat and paint his face. Hammer’s still hungry. He straps Jay into the sling. Jay’s eyes widen. Hammer starts slow, works through the toys, then sinks his fist. Jay stiffens, then breathes out and gives in, letting the old man run him deep.