“All right, you win.” Johnny backed up and reached for his bottle of bodywash. “If you promise me one thing.”
“What?”
“Stay right there so I can watch you while I jerk off.” He dribbled soap into his free hand. “And don’t tell me not to do it. I was going to jerk off anyway.” He grinned as he wrapped his fingers around his now erect cock. “It’s just better having the visual.”
Though logic told him to get out of the room, his feet remained glued to the floor. So did his eyes on the lazy motion of Johnny’s hand, up and down the length of his shaft. “All right,” he heard himself saying. “I’ll stay.”
Johnny braced against the wall, spreading his legs slightly as he continued to stroke. The position put his balls on better display, tight and high where the smooth sac bobbed with the force of his pulls. When he reached down and rolled them between the fingers of his other hand, his moan was audible over the sound of the water.