The Hand That Fists You

Piggy Champ smacks Boyhous on the bare ass and steers him into the sling. Boyhous keeps the tough look: beard, nose and tongue rings, sunburst ink around both pierced nipples. Champ leans in, sucks up spit, and smears it over Boyhous’ hairy crack. Boyhous reaches back, spreads himself, fingers his own hole while Champ pulls on gloves and squeezes out more lube. Hands locked behind his head, Boyhous growls low as Champ works those fingers deep, loosening him fast. Boyhous twists the straps of his jock into a makeshift ball harness, breath catching when Champ’s fist finally punches past the ring and eases his rosebud out. They trade more spit, Champ shoves his own jock pouch aside, frees his long cock, and strokes it while his fist keeps pumping inside. Boyhous kicks the sling vertical, back arched hard. Champ pulls the fist, drops his mouth to the open hole, tongue diving in, fist replaced by wet heat. He jerks faster, then hauls Boyhous up, drops him to his knees, feeds him the cock until he shoots down Boyhous’ throat while Boyhous paints the floor with his own load.