Fistpack 20 - Fist My Butt

Antonio Biaggi is flat on the bench, singlet already bulging, but Colin Steele isn’t interested in spotting weights. He reaches straight for the thick length that snakes down Antonio’s thigh and gives it a firm squeeze. Antonio smirks; Colin turns, drops his shorts, and plants his muscled cheeks right over that open mouth. The Rican tongue goes straight to work, licking deep, and Antonio’s cock jumps thicker with every stroke. Colin frees his own hard piece from a blue jock and slides it between Antonio’s lips. The bench creaks. Antonio feeds back, pushing his heavy uncut slab into Colin’s hungry throat until the pierced head taps his tonsils. Spit runs down the shaft, slicking those low-swinging balls. Colin’s hole twitches in open invitation. Antonio’s fingers are already greased. He works one, then two, then a slow fist past the tight ring, twisting and pumping until Colin’s beard is slick with sweat. The hole opens wider, shiny, swallowing wrist, forearm, everything Antonio gives it. Each thrust makes Colin moan around the cock still stuffed in his mouth. Flipped onto his belly, Colin takes the full length in one thrust. Antonio pounds until his shaft is coated white, then yanks out and paints thick ropes across the stretched cheeks. Cum drips down the crack while both men catch their breath.