My eyes returned to the subject of our shared fascination. Leigh was still pumping his big penis in his hand, still breathing in the smells of his friend’s cock and balls. The dribble of pre hanging from his tip had fallen to the floor in front of him and I could see the streak of wetness like a fiber optic cable catching the light. His immense scrotum swung with the work of his fist, just as our fists worked on our respective tools while we gawped at him.
