"You have good taste, and are by far more fit than any fighter I know." Not many could take pride in their throat muscles the way Pookie should . He leaned over to the side on the couch back and offered the other foot. With out much preamble he open his own pants and began to stroke himself while watching Pookies hands work his leg.  He was a little man, but was hesitant to show his member as it was large even for a man larger than him. Most of his partners were put off by this and usually felt the need to fuck his ass raw to compensate.  So for the moment, he kept it mostly in his open pants reaching in to pleasure himself though much of it showed. He had a feeling it wouldn't be an issue with Pookie.