Fist Pumpers

Cameron Cole towers at 6'3 and 210 pounds of solid muscle, thick hair across his chest and a beard that frames a mouth made for trouble. Parker Kane watches him drop without a word, throat already opening to swallow every inch in one steady glide. Cameron works him down to the root, spit running, beard brushing balls. Parker pulls out, reaches for the heavy black dildo, and rams it straight into Cameron’s twitching hole. No slow start—Parker drives it deep, punishing the ring until it gives, then deeper still. Cameron grunts, eyes half-lidded, and growls for more. “Give me your fist.” Parker drops the toy, folds his fingers, and sinks the whole hand past the knuckle, then past the wrist. Cameron’s hole swallows him to the elbow, insides clenching and pulsing around the thick forearm. Every pull drags a slick rosebud out; every shove sends it back inside with a wet sound. Parker twists, knuckles grind, and Cameron’s cock jerks untouched. When Parker finally yanks free, Cameron drops again, mouth open, beard soaked as Parker shoots thick ropes across tongue and whiskers.