Show Me Your Hole

Black boots. Black jock. Black gloves. Byron Saint’s gloved hands shove past Christian Mitchell’s hole like they own it. Christian growls low, the sound thick and ugly, while Byron’s fist pushes in, pulls back, twists and punches again. One hand goes flat, then a cone of fingers, then two palms sliding opposite ways at the rim—push, pull, grind. Veins stand out on Byron’s forearms. He works the fist deeper until it pops through and Christian howls. Lube shines on his cheeks. Byron strips. Lean muscle shifts under skin as he keeps his hand inside Christian and grabs his own cock with the free one. He jerks fast, abs casting hard lines while the other arm keeps twisting and pumping. At a word Christian flips onto his back, hairy chest and belly open to the air. Byron’s cum arcs high and lands across it in thick ropes.