[Eggsy would appreciate it no doubt. Just knowing his services were well received.
Dennis has his eyes closed while he waits for the slight buzz of his phone when it vibrates in his hand, it's on silent of course. Looking at the text reply he makes a noise through the fabric of his shirt, knowing just how that hard cock would look too. Fuck him he wants to see it right now, but he can imagine it. He's felt it in his hand, his mouth, had it inside him... if he could have one of those right now he'd be in heaven.
Settling for knowing Joe is probably jerking off to him right now is a pretty could back up plan. Enough that he's leaking as he continues to jerk his hand up and down along his length. It's not going to be too much longer now, whimpering 'ahs' and 'ohs' half caught in his throat and shirt, but still enough of a noise for Joe to hear. They grow more pitched and whiny as he gets to the brink, eyes shutting tight as he comes with a start, making quite the mess of his hand.
Thick lines of come covering his fingers and with each additional upward stroke of said hand, he'd manage to milk more out, hitting his stomach and the edge of his pants. He's gonna have to clean that up, whoops. Sagging against the stall door some, he doesn't talk, he can't let his shirt down yet, sorry, but he's looking at his phone now, straight on as he lets his cock go and trails his already dirty fingers through the mess on his stomach.
Are you watching Joe? Do you like this? He'd ask, but his mouth is full.]
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Dennis has his eyes closed while he waits for the slight buzz of his phone when it vibrates in his hand, it's on silent of course. Looking at the text reply he makes a noise through the fabric of his shirt, knowing just how that hard cock would look too. Fuck him he wants to see it right now, but he can imagine it. He's felt it in his hand, his mouth, had it inside him... if he could have one of those right now he'd be in heaven.
Settling for knowing Joe is probably jerking off to him right now is a pretty could back up plan. Enough that he's leaking as he continues to jerk his hand up and down along his length. It's not going to be too much longer now, whimpering 'ahs' and 'ohs' half caught in his throat and shirt, but still enough of a noise for Joe to hear. They grow more pitched and whiny as he gets to the brink, eyes shutting tight as he comes with a start, making quite the mess of his hand.
Thick lines of come covering his fingers and with each additional upward stroke of said hand, he'd manage to milk more out, hitting his stomach and the edge of his pants. He's gonna have to clean that up, whoops. Sagging against the stall door some, he doesn't talk, he can't let his shirt down yet, sorry, but he's looking at his phone now, straight on as he lets his cock go and trails his already dirty fingers through the mess on his stomach.
Are you watching Joe? Do you like this? He'd ask, but his mouth is full.]