Greedy Hole

Boyhous has a hairy fuckin’ hole, and Drew Sebastian slicks it with lube until it glistens. Drew pushes his whole fist in, and Boyhous pops his rosebud out—pink, swollen, and twitching. The hole stretches around Drew’s wrist right where the ink starts. They’re not done. Drew lies flat, arm raised like a spike. Boyhous lowers himself onto it, gravity driving him down the forearm until the fist disappears. Drew switches hands, one then the other, pounding deep, then jams both fists in and spreads Boyhous wider than he’s ever been. The stretch creaks. Boyhous takes it all, every inch.