“finally..” he mumbled out- watching as the dude hit their limit, eyes rolling back and balls unloading string, after string of their hot, viscous seed all over his beaten up, old jeans. hand still softly jerking back and forth, milking every last drop out of the dudes sack.
truth be told it has been barely a minute, but max was already at his limit. there was just something about this guy reluctantly jerking him off that drove the brunette insane.
eyes rolled back - this time for good - as string after string of hot, viscous seed flung ->
“come.. you said two minutes.” he huffed- quickly picking up the pace as he jerked off the dude throbbing, wet cock. watching with a smirk as the dude began to buck his hips a little.
“close?” he mumbled- watching the dude eyes roll back a little as his digits rubbed over the tip, getting the dudes precum all over his hand and smearing it all down the throbbing length as he jerked his hand backwards.
that was it!
every time thomas' digits reached the boy's tip, eyes immediately began to roll back a little - his mouth half ajar, panting like a dog while two full, low-hanging balls happily bounced between his legs to the motion of thomas's hand.
oh.. he is really charging him for this, no doubt about it. this kind of service doesn’t come free or cheap- so the the pathetic sack of meat better pay up or his arm won’t be the only limb broken… speaking of service- he quickly jerks—>
..he-he isn't 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 charging him for this, right? max can hook him up with an employee discount at walmart! then again, it's not like the brunette has a lot of time to think about that right now.
there was a short, content sigh coming from the boy when his plug ->
...great. cigarette spit.
then again, beggars can't be choosers.
despite the fact that thomas really didn't do anything yet, the boy's flaccid member immediately began to wake up after the plug had reached for it.
"th-thanks, man. i owe you!"