Sounding #9

Boomer Banks has ten inches-plus between his legs, so when he sets out the gloves, the lube, and the steel rods you know something heavy is coming. He works the first rod in slow, lets it drop on its own weight, then fucks the steel in and out like a piston. Breath catches, his mouth opens wide, and he pushes deeper each time until the smooth shaft vanishes almost to the hilt. He pulls it free, checks the shine like he’s reading the oil on an engine, then throws the gloves aside. His hand wraps around the same cock he just drilled, strokes pick up speed, and he blows hard, thick ropes splattering his fist. He scoops the hot load straight to his tongue and swallows it down, tasting the work he just did.