More Manholes

In More Manholes, Eric Michaels and Bobby Black circle each other in the dim light. Eric stands, legs wide, jock strap pulled aside, as Bobby works two then three fingers deep. Bobby twists and pushes until his hand slides past the knuckles and disappears inside Eric. The sound is wet, obscene. Eric breathes hard, gripping the edge of the table, while Bobby’s forearm flexes with each thrust. The jock strap stays on, straps tight against his hips, framing everything Bobby is doing to him.