Chapter 66

Watching: I couldn’t help myself. As I observed Kent Tacoma with his palm on his inflated tool, I pushed my underwear and shorts down to my knees and began to pound my own extension of meat, up and down, in a fierce action. Our movement became synchronized, man with man, both of us secluded and hidden, working our erections. We huffed, puffed, and cranked beef at the same time, speeding our hands up down. He moaned, but I didn’t, keeping quiet, choosing to stay hidden and silent. We thrust our hips using the same tempo, forward and backward, fast, without stopping. One identical bolt to a fist looked like another bolt, but…