Show Me Your Hole

Kyle Wood—everybody calls him The Pig—kneels naked on a table in the dark. His skin looks almost white against the shadows. He rocks on his knees, two fingers already buried in his hole, working them like he’s trying to crack himself open. Tony Buff stands beside him, pulling on black gloves. Lube drips onto The Pig’s taint, slides down, pools at his rim. Tony knocks the boy’s hand away and pushes both thumbs in, prying the hole wider until the pink insides glisten. He folds his fingers into a point and drives forward. The Pig’s ring gives, sucking Tony’s knuckles in. The boy arches, rises up on his knees, grabs his own cock and starts stroking hard. His load blasts across the table as Tony’s fist sinks another inch. The Pig flips onto his back, keeps jerking, while Tony slides his hand free and spreads the loose, red hole open so it blooms like torn silk. Tony strips off the glove, rolls a rubber down his dick, and slides straight in. No resistance. The Pig moans, pumps his cock again, trying to chase a second nut. Tony pulls out, rips the condom off, and stripes thick ropes of cum across The Pig’s chest and belly. The boy lies there, still twitching, hand slowing on his spent cock.