The Hand That Fists You will rock your world. It explores deeply, stretches you to the max and finally satisfies even the most demanding. This collection of eager, open holes submit to the ultimate internal contact - a clenched hand that enters in punishing fashion again and again. Working both sides of the camera, director Tony Buff pushes these studs (and himself) to the limits and tests just how much they can take and give. Enjoy four penetrating, powerful exhibitions of men willing to cross onto another plane of sexual pleasure and physical connection. Tony takes long and slow strokes into the black velvet body of Race Cooper, for whom a fist in his ass is almost anesthesia. Then Brian Bonds and Ben Reyes flip-fist each other in back-to-back scenes, offering the erotic contrast of a furry redhead with a smooth, olive-skinned Latino. Down and dirty, piggy and extreme Boyhous and Champ deliver grit, fur and sweat, bringing Boyhous' rose to bloom again and again for the camera. The Hand That Fists You breaches every last defense and fills and fulfills!
Scene 1: Race Cooper & Tony Buff
Race Cooper moans soft and low as he rocks in a sling, swaying ever so gently to and fro, propelled by that hand that fists him: Tony Buff's hand. Race lies there crooning, pulling his hard black cock, his eyes closed as the fists goes deeper and the endorphins elevate. Tony's black-gloved hands are white with lube as he carefully stretches Race's hole, progressing from fingers to knuckles to his entire fist. He grins from the pleasure his skill is delivering in alternating lefts and rights. He sticks a finger in deep, to massage Race's prostate, then uses both hands to spread and widen the entrance to Race's deepest recesses. With serious fisting top skill, Tony gets well past his gloved hand and finesses his way forearm deep into Race’s stretched, open hole. The waves of sexual excitement are coming harder and faster now. Race's eyes pop open wide and his mouth forms an "O" of surprise as a fountain of jism rushes from his cock. Tony stands and unbuttons, pulls out his own cock, and adds his jizz to the white lube coating Race's buns.
Scene 2: Brian Bonds & Ben Reyes
You can almost smell Brian Bonds' crusted jock strap. It's all he's wearing, except a pair of black latex gloves. At the end of the gloves is the hole of Ben Reyes, who's on his knees with his legs spread, eagerly relenting to Brian's fist allowing it to glide past his sphincter muscles. Brian is in no hurry. He uses one hand, then another, pivoting his wrist. Ben's hole is ready. Each time it is breached, it remains open a bit wider, revealing hints of the rosebud within. Sweat and lube drip down Ben's flanks as Brian increases the pace, switching rapidly from left fist to right. Ben flips onto his back to reveal a smooth and swarthy chest. He gets a kiss as Brian's fist drills deeper, past the wrist to the forearm. A short bout of punch-fucking gets the cum churning in Ben's balls. His hand jacks and his ass muscles clamp down on the hand within as his cock spews forth cum. Brian's hand slips out; Ben's mouth turns up in a smile as he twitches from the release.
Scene 3: Brian Bonds & Ben Reyes
Black boots. Black gloves. A redhead, on his back. A Latino, with his gloved fist insisting on entry to the ginger's ass. The redhead is Brian Bonds, and you have to imagine that he and his fister, Ben Reyes, are dizzy with the aroma of sweat and leather and the crusty, stained jock strap Brian is wearing. Brian pulls his thighs back, and exposing his eager hole, signaling that he’s ready to take it. Ben's shoulders and biceps flex as he presses for advantage against Brian's tight hole. Patience, more lube, and Ben's hand pops in, to the wrist. Brian cries out as his hole is challenged by alternating fists advancing and withdrawing. Every time Ben's fist disappears, his fingers spread. Brian responds with the pleasure that pain and submission give to this well-versed player. It’s pushed him to the edge and he tips the scales by jacking off with Ben’s fist deep inside of him. Brian's ankles quiver. Ben tickles his hole and pearly streams of spooge emerge from the head of Brian's cock, to roll down the shaft. He scoops some up with his thumb and sucks it down.
Scene 4: Champ & Boyhous
Piggy Champ leads the edgy and extreme Boyhous into his lair with a slap on the bare ass, then helps him get comfy in the leather sling. Boyhous is looking tough, with a full beard, rings in his nose and tongue, and sunburst tatts surrounding his pierced nipples. Champ sucks up saliva from Boyhous and uses it to lube Boyhous' hairy ass. Boyhous assists, spreading his cheeks and fingering himself while Champ grabs gloves and lube. Boyhous puts his hands behind his head and purrs while Champ begins the task of expertly loosening his hole. Boyhous twists the bands of his jock strap into a testicle harness as Champ's fist pops through and coaxes Boyhous' rosebud into bloom. They swap more spit and Champ pushes the pouch of his own jock strap aside, grabbing his long cock with one hand while the other returns deep inside Boyhous. Boyhous arches his back, pivoting the sling into a nearly vertical position. Easing off, Champ puts his tongue where his fist was and picks up the pace jacking himself. In a burst of energy, Champ yanks Boyhous from the sling and pushes him to his knees to suck to cum out of him while Boyhous shootss his own juices on the floor.
