Trading Extreme Fist Fucks in the Locker Room

Title: “Trading Extreme Fists in the Locker Room”

In the sweltering heat of summer, the locker room at Club Inferno Dungeon was a sanctuary of depravity. Muscular hunks, glistening with sweat, sought refuge within the steamy confines of the close quarters. The air was thick with the aroma of musk and precum, as heavy balls swung between thickly throbbing cocks.

Jax and Chad were two regular patrons of the locker room, well-known for their insatiable appetites for extreme ass-play. While the other patrons jerked their cocks or sucked each other off, Jax and Chad had their sights set on more intense pleasures. They exchanged knowing glances, nodding towards the back, where the gettin’ was always good.

As they sauntered towards the far corner, other men parted like the Red Sea, clearing the path for the two hunks. Jax, packing a mighty 10 inches in his sweatpants, led the way. Chad, with his equally impressive 9.5-inch cock straining against his jockstrap, brought up the rear. Their asses clenched with anticipation, the anticipation of a good thorough fisting.

Jax sat down on the bench, casually spreading his beefy thighs, giving Chad an unobstructed view of his hungry hole. Chad licked his lips, leaning in to inspect his buddy’s ass. With a long, wet tongue, he dragged it up Jax’s crack, moaning at the sweaty, salty taste of his friend’s ass.

“Mmm, you taste so fuckin’ good,” Chad growled, before diving in for more. His tongue snaked its way around Jax’s tight pucker, teasing and prodding, getting it good and sloppy wet. Jax let out a groan, pushing back against Chad’s eager face. “Fuck yeah, get that tongue up in there, bro.”

Chad obliged, his tongue wriggling its way into Jax’s hot, tight hole. He tongue-fucked him hard, making sure he was good and loose. Jax’s thick cock throbbed, leaking pre all over his abs as Chad worked him over.

Once he was satisfied that Jax’s ass was properly sloppy, Chad pulled back, giving Jax one last sensual lick. He brought his hand up, admiring the generous spit-slick on his fingers. Jax watched him with hooded eyes, hunger radiating from his pupils.

“Gonna fisting fuck this sweet ass,” Chad proclaimed loudly, not caring who heard. With that, he pressed a finger into Jax’s eager hole, working it in and out a few times before adding a second. Jax let out a moan, his muscles clenching around the intrusion.

Chad scissored his fingers, stretching Jax’s hole to accommodate his thick digits. Third finger slid in easily, and soon Chad was working four into his friend’s gape. Jax’s cock had never been harder, drooling a puddle onto the bench seat. He panted and grunted, pushing his ass back against Chad’s knuckles.

“Fuckin’ give it to me,” Jax pleaded. “Wreck my fuckin’ hole with your fist.”

Chad smirked, taking the invitation. He began to slowly feed his fist into Jax’s incredibly tight hole. Jax let out a guttural moan, pain and pleasure etched into the lines of his face. Chad’s fist slid in deeper and deeper until it was buried to the forearm. He gave Jax a moment to adjust, before pulling out slowly, just to slam back in.

“Ahhhh FUCK!” Jax roared, his entire body quaking. Chad set up a brutal pace, fist-fucking him hard and fast, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing obscenely off the locker room walls. Jax couldn’t hold back his pleasure, loud, debauched moans pouring from his throat. His cock jerked and leaked, untouched.

Chad’s other hand found Jax’s mouth, shoving in three thick fingers. Jax gagged briefly, before sucking them down, relishing the taste of himself. The dual penetration had him seeing stars, his mind blanking out in pure ecstasy. Only the feel of Chad’s fist pounding his guts and his fingers fisting his throat mattered.

“Gonna…fuck…gonna cum,” Jax managed to gasp around Chad’s digits. Chad just glared at him and fucked him harder, his fist knuckles deep, faster and faster. Jax’s body went taut and he clamped down like a vice, as rope after rope of thick cum exploded from his neglected cock, untouched by hand.

Chad continued to fist-fuck him through his orgasm, drawing out every last drop of jizz. Finally, he pulled out, delivering one last hard smack to Jax’s jiggling ass cheek. Jax collapsed onto the bench, sweaty and spent.

Jax flipped around, his ass still gaping from the brutal fist-fuck. He eyed Chad’s cock hungrily, strokes of steel and drooling pre. “Gimme that dick, bro. Wanna taste that load you’re packing.”

With a growl of approval, Chad straddled Jax’s face. “Open wide, bitch.” He pushed his hard cock past Jax’s lips, straight into his throat. Jax swallowed around him, throat muscles milking the angry shaft. Chad fisted Jax’s hair and started to face-fuck him with abandon.

“Yeah, that’s it, take that cock,” Chad snarled. “Gonna dump my load down your fucking throat.” He pounded into Jax’s eager mouth, balls slapping against his buddy’s stubbly cheeks. Jax, still coming down from his intense orgasm, loved the brutal treatment, gagging and drooling around Chad’s pistoning dick.

Chad felt his balls tighten and he slammed in balls-deep, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum directly into Jax’s stomach. Jax gulped them down greedily, not letting a single drop spill. When Chad finally pulled out, he slapped his softening dick on Jax’s lips, sharing the rest of his load like a treat.

They both collapsed back onto the bench, sweaty and panting. Jax wiped cum off his chin and lifted his cum-painted shirt to admire the bruise-like handprints on his sides, mementos of the intense fisting. Chad just grinned, admiring his work. “Fuck, that was fun. Ready for another round?”

Jax’s hungry eyes raked over Chad’s still impressive cock, licking his lips. “Fuck yeah. I’ll never say no to a good fist-fuck. Gonna get that hole ready for you.”

With a wink, Jax spread his beefy legs once more, reaching behind to spread his wet folds. Chad salivated at the sight, rubbing his spit-slick hand along the crack, teasing Jax’s entrance. Then with one last growl of “Fuck yeah, let’s do this”, they dove into another round of brutal, fist-fucking ass-play, determined to be the first ones to their knees, wrists-deep in flesh, ball-deep in ass.