Industrial Encounters

Tony Buff spots Doc Benway on the street and knows exactly what the punk wants. He steers the guy down to a hidden storage pit under the pavement, boots ringing off metal steps. Once the door slams, Buff unloads: deep gut punches, open-palmed slaps, thick gobs of spit on Benway’s face. They lock tongues, Benway snorts the funk from Buff’s pits, taking every blow and begging for more. Hard and dripping, Buff shoves the punk to his knees and lets a hot flood spray across Benway’s chest and tongue. Then he slams his cock down the open throat, gagging him, skull-fucking him until spit runs down Benway’s chin. With Benway bent over a ladder, Buff spits once on the inked hole, rolls on a rubber and drives in dry. The only slick is spit and sweat as he pounds the hole raw. He drags the punk to a pile of tires, keeps the same brutal rhythm, and watches the ring stretch wide. Another blast of piss fills the open gut; Buff plugs it back up, slams deeper until Benway shoots. Buff pulls out, adds his own thick load across the soaked body, then nods toward the exit: time to check the boy still hanging upstairs.