Sounding 2

Jake hands Ty a fat bottle of lube. “Get that 18-inch catheter nice and slick,” he says. Ty squeezes the clear gel down the yellow hose until it shines, then lines the blunt tip with his piss-slit. He takes a breath and pushes. Inch after inch of hose slides into his cock, disappearing past the head, down the shaft, through his prostate, straight into his bladder. His dick swells around the intrusion, veins popping, the last bit of yellow tube vanishing inside until only the flared end sticks out. He’s shaking and rock-hard. Jake doesn’t wait. He greases his own thick shaft, lines up behind Ty, and shoves straight in. Every thrust rams the catheter deeper, battering Ty’s prostate from the inside while Jake pounds it from the outside. Ty howls, a raw animal sound, while his cock and hole take a double beating. Jake slams again and again, the two rods grinding together deep in Ty’s guts. Sweat drips, muscles lock, and Ty’s wrecked body jerks with every stroke. The pressure keeps building, balls tight, cock aching, until the only thing left is the filthy rhythm of cock, catheter, and Jake’s relentless hips.