I-ma-gin-na-tion
Zeke was lying on his side, flipping through the dirty magazine. His hand was inside his boxers; stroking himself. He stopped at a page that had a women with big breasts. She was gropping one and fingering herself with the other hand.
"Shit.." He stroked himself faster. He leaned onto his back and spread his legs. He massaged his sensitive spot. He sighed. "It's not doin' it." He turned his head. He blinked. His phone was on his the nightstand. He reached over to it and grabbed it.
He turned it on. Zeke smirked a little. He went through his pictures and saw a picture of Travis in swim trunks. He groaned. He started to stroke himself again. He held the phone in front of his face and looked at the spot above Travis' crotch. "Nngh.."
Travis' skin was slick with water. And his mouth was open because he was laughing. Zeke closed his eyes and imagined Travis sucking him. He was starting to get close.
Zeke flipped through more pictures. He stopped at one with Travis in briefs. His ass was facing the camera. His hip was cocked to the right. Zeke groaned again. He wrapped his whole hand around himself and imagined it being Travis' ass.
His head leaned back and he dropped his phone onto his chest. He brought his other hand down to his cock. It rubbed over his sensitive spot. "Ahh.. Fuck.." He breathed through his nose. His chest was moving shakily up and down. "Travis.."
He pushed his head back into the pillow and groaned.
After a while, he moved his hands away from himself. "Fuckin' sticky.."