“Sallach inspected the ample length, now visibly longer and thicker than it had been upon first exposure. The cock twitched involuntarily and Gabe closed his eyes briefly, almost willing his dick to immediately return to a fully limp state. Sallach’s thumb and fingers held the growing shaft just above the foreskin and eased back, slipping the sheath of thin hood away from the fattening rosy red bell-shaped end.”
Almost all of his masturbation sessions had been in the shower, but now he knew it was by necessity rather than habit. He remembered numerous moments with friends when he’d fallen silent while they talked about their wanking habits, their use of boxer shorts or socks to collect or clean up the mess. He remembered thinking that seemed odd, and unnecessarily messy.
