It would be obvious within a few seconds, that Gatlin hadn't been exaggerating his enjoyment of the feed. He moaned, and a hand moved down to his own sex, rubbing through his jeans. Frustrated, he unzipped himself and took his cock in hand. His eyes were closed, his body taut against the pull of the blood and the caress of his hand. He moaned, spasming with waves of pleasure from both sites.