Show Me Your Hole

Byron Saint spreads his legs wide. The point of his trimmed chin beard matches the angle of his open thighs. Christian Mitchell, gloved, rubs thick lube over Byron’s balls, over the crease of his ass, and down both inner thighs, working slow circles that loosen muscle. 'Ready?' Christian asks. Byron nods once. Two fingers slide in, then four. Byron’s head tips back. His thighs drift wider. Wet skin drags against latex, loud and close. Christian’s whole fist disappears. 'Push it out,' he says. Byron bears down. A slick pink rosebud swells to the surface. Christian circles it with one fingertip, then Byron grunts, 'Put it back in,' and his hole clamps tight around Christian’s wrist. His breath deepens, eyes glassy. 'Punch-fuck my hole.' Every short, hard drive makes him gasp for the next one. His eyes roll until only white shows. He shifts, squats above Christian’s upright forearm, and starts dropping onto it, taking the full length, rising, slamming down. Christian grips his own cock, strokes fast, and shoots while Byron keeps riding the arm, ass swallowing to the elbow.