Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

I was sitting on Steve's lap, facing the TV set in the apartment living room, and rising and falling on his cock, while he held me with hands on my waist. My eyes were glued to the DVD that was running.

"What in the hell . . .?"

"It's called sounding," Steve answered. "Fucking a guy's piss slit with steel rods they call wands. Gotta be careful, but I understand the feeling is incredible. Really brings up the cum."

"Fascinating," I whispered, not being able to take my eyes away from the two guys on the screen. They were sitting yoga style, facing each other, their legs encircling each other's waists. One of the guys was holding the cocks together with one hand, as the other leaned back, supported by his fists buried in the carpet beside his rump. His face was pointed at the ceiling, he was making soft mewing sounds, and he had the look of ecstasy on his face.

The guy holding their erect cocks together with one hand, was using the other to alternately slowly spin metal rods that he'd buried in the piss slit of each of their cocks. The cock of the guy who was looking dreamy had foamy precum coming out around the sides of the rod buried in his cock.

The ecstasy on the guy's face had me mesmerized. I'd give anything to be as aroused and satisfied as that.

"You want that. You want to be sounded, don't you?" Steve asked.

My lips felt dry and I licked them. "Yeah, yeah, I want that," I answered in a whisper, not being able to take my eyes away from it. Frightened, yet drawn by it, aroused by it, at the same time.

Steve sighed. "Well, I know a guy, and Coach said to keep you happy."