Taking It Up The Tailpipe

Michael DelRay and Jeremy Spreadums roll in from the garage, jumpsuits streaked with grease and sweat. Michael tosses his buddy a towel. They wipe their necks and forearms while Michael brags about the money he just saved fixing the car himself. When the towels hit the floor they both realize their clothes are soaked through with oil and lube. Michael grins, says spit won’t touch that mess. Jeremy smirks, claims spit has worked just fine for him. Michael laughs—Jeremy’s straight, so he’s only dealt with pussy. Michael, gay, tells him that when you take it up the ass you need more than spit, you need real lube or you’re in trouble. Jeremy shoots back that if lube is necessary, how much fun can ass-fucking be anyway. Michael dares him: don’t knock it till you try it. Jeremy shakes his head, insists it can’t be that good. Michael raises an eyebrow—prove it or admit you’re scared. Jeremy never backs down from a dare, so he says fuck it, he’ll bottom. Michael drops his jumpsuit and that fat cock springs out. Jeremy’s eyes go wide. He’s about to learn just how good it feels to get fucked in the ass—cross-eyed, tongue out, lost in ahegao pleasure, the kind that only comes when a brunette stud with ink is working fingers and dick deep inside him.