He slid down between my legs and took my pole in his fist. He began stroking me with firm, even pulls. I groaned softly. Ben ran his hands over my chest, twisting at my n*****s until they once again hardened. I reached blindly for Eric to pull him down to my straining member. But he held back.
“Come on, guy,” I damn near whined. “Quit playing around.”
Ben and Eric grinned at each other. “Fine,” Eric said. “I’ll do it if you do him,” he continued, gesturing to Ben.
At this point, I was willing to agree to almost anything if they would stop playing and let me come. Ben moved to kneel next to me and I turned towards him to take his stiff rod in my hand. Once again, I was surprised that I wasn’t grossed out. In fact, his skin was warm and velvety hard against my palm and I wondered if I fel
