Save My Hole

In Save My Hole, Race Cooper and Boyhous meet in a dim space that reeks of leather and metal. Race leans back, boots planted, watching Boyhous strip to expose the piercing that glints under the light. Boyhous opens his mouth and swallows Race’s thick cock to the root, working his throat until spit runs down his chin. When the cock pulls free, Race snaps on the gloves, slicks them up, and starts feeding his fist into Boyhous. The ring of muscle stretches, takes the knuckles, then the wrist. Boyhous groans, pushing back, rosebud blooming against Race’s palm. Race keeps driving deeper, knuckles flexing inside, until Boyhous arches and shoots across his own stomach.