Fistpack 6 - Can Openers

Ian Jay is barely past 25. That hasn't slowed him down. Boots planted, he works Matthieu Paris open fast and mean, twisting wrist-deep in a palm that swallows Matthieu’s hole and makes it moan. Then roles flip. Matthieu slams his own black-gloved paw inside the younger man’s stretched chute. The thick leather stretches the ring wide, jock strap riding high, fist slipping in like a key in a lock until the knuckles disappear and Ian’s stomach jumps. Both fists fly on their own cocks while the hand inside pulses and opens again. Sweat runs into the boots. Fingers lock. A low growl rattles the room. Nothing soft about it.