Fistpack 15 - Fist Fuck

Mason Garet drops his boots on the floor and bends for Aaron Summers. Aaron starts with slow, steady strokes, then picks up the pace. His fist slides in deep, pulls back, slams again. Lube runs down Mason's crack and Aaron switches hands without missing a beat. Mason grunts, pushes back, asks for more. They end up heel-to-heel, eye to eye, each fist buried to the wrist in the other man. Pierced nipples catch the light. Jockstraps hang open. They watch each other's guts take the stretch. Mason jerks hard and shoots while Aaron works two fingers around his blown-open rim.