Full Depth

Brian Bonds raises his black boots in the air. Manuel Olveyra sinks his fist deep into Brian’s hole, red leather on one pig, blue on the other. Manuel works the fist slow then hard, pushing until Brian’s guts give way and that fat pink rosebud blooms open. He dives in tongue-first, licking every slick fold while Brian groans and pushes back for more. Boots thud against the wall. Sweat soaks the jock straps. They keep at it, relentless, until Brian’s hole stays wide and shiny with spit and lube, every inch exposed, every inch claimed.