*he sucks his bottom lip, mesmerized by the motion of Herman's hand over his cock, and he feels himself losing the last vestiges of his restraint. Leaning forward, he again changes the angle of his thrusts, searching for that sweet spot inside him. It's unmistakable when he strikes it, for Herman nearly shoots upright with a wild cry. He relishes the reaction, feeling his erection harden even more. He does it again and again until he can feel the legs that are locked around him, spasm uncontrollably. He drops his head and sweat stings his eyes. He can taste the salt on his lips, but it only adds to his pleasure.*

*he tries to match the roll of Herman's hips and the rhythm of his hand. Every downward stroke, he jerks his own hips up, plunging hard into the now slippery passageway. The pleasure is overwhelming and he's teetering on the fringe of rational thought. He watches his face, watches the whites of his eyes showing through half closed lids and it's too much. He's trembling now, panting, hoping to God that he'll be able to keep from screaming when he reaches his climax. With slick hands, he tightens his hold on Herman's hips, anchoring him, using him for leverage as he begins pumping in and out of him in earnest.*