Mo' Bigga' Butt

Steve Hood works his fist inside Buck Hammer. The sling creaks under the weight. Hammer’s hole opens wide and takes the whole forearm—elbow and all. Hood sees that Buck can handle more and pushes his second fist in right beside the first. Two thick arms now stretch the big man open. Sweat runs down Buck’s hairy chest; he shakes, grunts, and rides the edge of pain and pleasure. Hood twists his wrists, leaning in, muscles flexing. The leather sling straps hold Buck fast while the two men push the limit. Every thrust draws a deeper moan. Hood keeps driving, elbows buried, and Hammer takes it, body quaking, lost in the raw stretch.