I held the phone, he dropped my shorts and boxers, my c**k springing to life, dripping copious amounts of precome. He followed suit, two divining rods pointing, two quickly grabbed onto, my hand on his, his on mine. “Then let’s get a move on, boyfriend. Ain’t about to lose to that miserable pair.”
I looked through the lens. Neither of them looked all that miserable, but far be it from me to argue. Especially since Zeb had a free hand, which somehow got quickly buried up my ass. Somehow. I mean, I may have spread my feet apart some and then told him to bury his hand up my ass, but that’s neither here nor there. In any case, we’d taken a commanding lead, and with their howling on the other side of the fence like two screaming banshees, it was doubtful they heard us doing nearly the same on
