Still nude, and with his shaft looking like it was ready to explode, Pook climbed over me and placed one knee on each side of me. He gripped my shoulders, looked me straight in the eyes and said sternly, “This is how it’s going down: In my car I have a sounding rod that I will use on you whether you like it or not. But there’s one thing you can do to keep that from happening.”Sounding was NOT something that I had ever experienced or had any interest in. As he witnessed that evening, I had a high level of tolerance for kink and pain, but sounding scared the living shit out of me. Without hesitation I asked, “What is it, I’ll do anything. I DON’T want to get sounded…..Sir.” Pook shifted slightly and responded earnestly, “Look Pete, we are both worthy competitors and I believe we’ve proven that to each other. But what I really want is for you to fuck me for as long as we both can take it. Having your dick up my hole is what I’ve been fantasizing about since I met you, and now that I’ve seen what a monster cock you have, I wouldn’t forgive myself for not taking the opportunity to have
