Damien’s hand slid tightly over his rigid dick, stretching the skin tightly with each down stroke, then causing it to bunch under the head as his hand moved upwards. I stared raptly, taking it all in with unblinking eyes.

He set the open magazine down on his thigh and gripped the base of his cock, holding it in place as his other hand continued to stroke. His breathing was turning harsh, and his stomach muscles twitched.

The motion of his hand slowed, and I knew he was trying to draw out the pleasure, teasing himself to make it last longer. His cock jutted up hard and proud, looking like it...