Fistpack 27 - Junkyard Fist Pigs

Ben Reyes steps out of the passenger seat and shoves Andre Barclay down on a scrap of greasy tarp in the junkyard. Moonlight hits the silver grommets on his boots. Andre’s jock already sags with precum, and Ben doesn’t waste a second peeling it aside. One slicked fist disappears to the wrist while the other slaps and works Andre’s thick cock in short, hard pulls. Andre snarls, body jerking with every deep twist. Ben angles deeper, knuckles grinding past the second ring, and Andre shoots hard—thick ropes splattering his own chest and the dirt below. Ben doesn’t stop. He milks the shaft dry, then works a second load out with steady, piston strokes until Andre’s legs shake and the last dribble trickles over his knuckles. Andre flips them both; now on his knees he feeds Ben’s own fist up into him. The switch hits hard and raw, each man proving he can take what he gives. Ben’s boot pins Andre’s shoulder down as the last spasm hits. Junkyard lights fade. Only heavy breathing remains.