Foul Play

Troy Haydon spots Tanner Wayne’s fat round ass in the locker room and can’t look away. He slaps it hard, then drops to his knees, tongue buried in the crack like it’s the last thing he’ll taste. Tanner Wayne stands six-two, built like a college stud, ass slick and open from the lube already coating it. He bends, spreads, and takes Troy’s fist past the knuckles, past the wrist, letting the forearm sink deep. Troy works it in long, hard strokes, stretching him open until the skin shines and the hole swallows half his arm. He drags Tanner onto a bench, fist still inside, twisting until the prostate swells under his fingers and Tanner’s whole body jerks. Sweat rolls down inked skin. Troy’s uncut cock hangs heavy while spit runs down Tanner’s crack and mixes with the lube. Troy pulls out slow, leaves the hole gaping and pulsing, Tanner breathing rough, satisfied for the minute, already hungry again.