We talkin about what we jack off to?
Me, I like to load up a game, OBS and put on a stream. Not to anyone, just for immersion. Second monitor, a picture of LTG. I pretend I'm streaming, berating my chat for not supporting the stream, while sneaking looks and trying not to get 'caught'. If one of the chat members 'catches' me looking (I have a few prerecorded stream chats, randomized so I never know if/when it's coming) it makes me so intensely aroused that I can't help but shudder. Eventually I get the blood pumping, and when I can't take it anymore, use that desperate frustration to rage quit the game and end the stream. But I don't end the stream - I misclick.
I hit play.
It's like I'm right there. With him. Close enough to feel his breath, to see the little chin roll compress under his goatee. I pretend we're together; we're quiet at first, but as the rage settles, we start whispering.
Hogans. Peanut butter complexion. Tips. Tips. Tips. That's where it gets heavy. I can feel it; feel him. I've spent countless hours analyzing and replicating his breathing, his neck movements, even the estimated rate of motion. I mimic Phil to a T, the exception being my eyes - they never leave the screen.
And then, it happens. We throw our heads back. In perfect unison, like two steeds of the plains, reared on powerful hinds, matched in majesty. I lock onto the ceiling, knowing he's doing the same thing. I don't want to get too gross here, but let's just say that I find the peak unlike anything I've ever felt before.
My god, I'm fucking rocked up just thinking about it.