You Guys Are MAJORLY Blue-Balling Me

Ethan Reed lounges on the sofa, stripped down to just a towel secured around his hips, his expression a mix of irritation and eagerness. Suddenly, his housemate, Lane Grey, walks in, also clad only in a towel, seemingly on his way to another area. Ethan informs Lane that if he's aiming for the shower, he'll need to hold off—since their other roommate, Dan, is already hogging it.

Lane lets out a frustrated sigh and settles onto the couch beside Ethan. They both vent about how Dan consistently drags out his showers and is generally a lousy housemate. As their conversation deepens, they open up about their urgent needs, admitting they were both desperate to hop in the shower to stroke their throbbing cocks.

It emerges that they're both suffering from aching balls for different reasons: Ethan had a steamy date last night with a seductive woman who teased him but refused to fuck, while Lane woke up from a wildly erotic dream featuring his former high school literature instructor. Feeling desperate, they toy with the notion of jacking off right there in the living room. They quickly devise weak rationalizations to proceed, like using one of their towels as a flimsy barrier to shield their views, insisting it keeps things straight and not queer at all.

Side by side, they vigorously pump their hard dicks while holding the towel between them, but the intense arousal overwhelms them, leading to excuses to let the towel fall away. As their lust builds, they make lame justifications to start stroking each other's stiff shafts, and then escalate even more, diving into full-on mutual pleasure that pushes boundaries far beyond their initial plan.