Rik Jammer is ass-up in a sling. Pierced top-man Bud pulls out his fat tool and jacks it while shoving things up Jammer's greedy hole. After priming Jammer's rose bud with a huge dildo, Bud slips on his rubber gloves to give Jammer what he really wants; his fist all the way in his ass. Bud pulls Jammer out of the sling and down onto his rock-hard cock so Jammer can demonstrate his master cock sucking skills. Next inked horndog Bud lays in the sling so Jammer can fuck his ass with a huge red dildo. Jammer puts on the gloves next, allowing Bud to impale himself on Jammer's rigid forearm, taking the limb all the way to the elbow. The versatile fist-pigs move to a rubber mat where they cram their fists in each other's assholes, making a twisted sixty-nine on the floor. They take turns fisting and sucking each other until they both spurt hot white cum.

Not every gym has a fisting bench, but this one does, and Boyhous assumes the position for Race Cooper. Race dunks his fist in a bucket of lube and begins to coax Boyhous's ass, eliciting a long, low growl. Boyhous's hairy buns, framed by a black-and-red jock strap, provide little resistance to Race's insistent fist. Race's flawless chocolate torso is bent in a smooth arc and the muscles of his back and shoulders flex as he drives deep, penetrating arm lunges into Boyhous. Boyhous's entire body rises and falls as he reaches back, stretches his hole and protrudes his rosebud for Race until it stands out inches. Race alternates sliding four fingers of each hand into and out of the distended hole in front of him, his palms together. When Boyhous pushes out his rosebud again, Race presses a finger into the hot center. Boyhous dismounts the fisting horse and Race sits on it, his hard cock horizontal, demanding attention. Boyhous sucks it, licks it, and laps at Race's balls, then he wraps both hands around it creating a hole to fuck and Race rams his cock in and out of this makeshift tube, his grunts building to screams as jets of jism pelt Boyhous's face.