Ben moaned. He had his cock in his fist and his other hand in the spot Adam showed, full-on, now, as he spread his knees wide and lifted his lower half off the mattress to let the lens tease Ben where Ben wanted to tease Adam, inserting his tongue and then some fingers.
Would it be wrong to lick the screen?
In between two jerk-off sessions, they cut away to Adam in the gym, where he displayed his athletic prowess, doing flares and scissors, working across the handles on pommel. The moves weren’t quite elite caliber. Ben doubted anyone would complain about that. The site had titled the piece Hung Like a Pommel Horse, a pun Omlet had lifted, apparently. It was a misnomer for a couple of reasons. As the camera came in close on Adam’s fuzzy ball-sack, then scanned his thick, stumpy shaft, pausing on the dickhead, wet with sweat and precum, Ben doubted anyone would complain about that, either.