“Harder, you little shit.” Garret barked, his teeth gritted in a wolfish grin. He flexed a rippling bicep, drawing Baker’s reddening face closer.
“I…I’m trying!” panted Baker. “I can’t feel anything!”
Garret shrugged his massive shoulders. “The fuck do I care? You wanted to be closer to this.” He spread his arms wide, displaying his naked torso. The twink could smell his sweat. “Get close.”
Wincing, Baker continued to thrust his hips against the larger man. He was exhausted, all his narrow muscles ached. This wasn’t the sort of activity he normally participated in. Baker was used to bottoming.
Each plunge of the sheath brought a grunt from Garret, whose smug smile grew by degrees. His cock throbbed between his legs. Baker envied him. He was so aroused being this close to the athlete but physically unable to enjoy the act - his cock sealed up inside the length of the hollow dildo.
“How … long?” He was nearing collapse. Baker would have cum long ago were their positions reversed.
“Nine inches.”
“That’s not what I-”
“Shut the fuck up and fuck.”
***
Earlier today I felt awful about this pic. I managed to do some tweaking that makes me feel a little less negatively about it. So that’s a win.
Had some detail on the pic I wanted to show off, so I just posted a bunch of cuts of it.
I discovered the watercolor brush midway through the pic and ended up experimenting with it.



