Fistpack 25 - Junkyard Fist Dogs

On a trough fit for a pig, Junior Stellano works the body of new guy Ryan Patrick. Stellano sizes him up, red hair, pale skin, and that slab of cock. He grabs it and strokes hard, works it stiff. Tattooed muscle, solid as steel, he spreads Patrick’s legs, presses fingers through grey cotton, then rips the cloth apart to reach the pink hole. Lube on one hand, mouth on Patrick’s cock, Stellano opens him with two fists, twisting them slow, sinking deeper each time. Patrick pulls his leg to his chest and growls for more. Stellano slides his arm in, slow, deep, knuckle-deep, and the bottom keeps barking, “Keep going!” Stellano twists, pulls back, slams in again, then swaps hands, left, right, steady rhythm while Patrick’s dick swells thicker. Stellano turns him, both of them stroke, Patrick yanks his own load across his soaked chest, Stellano follows, shooting hot across pale skin, breathing hard, bodies shining.