Wet Punk Faggot Sounding

Cameron Adams never tried sounding, but he said yes when Tony Buff asked. Big dick. Greased metal slips inside and Adams shakes, breath caught, eyes rolling. Buff watches close, works slow, then faster. They drop the solo plan. Now it is two bodies, sweat, tongues. Buff buries his face, eats deep, keeps the sound in place. Adams strokes in time, hips twitch, moans spill. Buff edges him hard, backs off, then starts again. Adams drips, swears, begs. Sound slides in and out until neither can hold off. Cum hits skin, ropes thick, loud. Two men breathing hard on a table built for one.