After the slightest of moments of hesitation, Jeff repositioned himself on his bed, cupping the breast in both of his hand. Palms on opposite sides of the plump, still fairly new appendage, Jeff began to stroke it gently, starting out slowly with what it was he had been attempting.
While it was true that he could indeed urinate out of it, and he could pleasure it, (both of which were made evident with his experimentation back in the bathroom) something about what Jack has said got him thinking: could he actually..... masturbate with this in place of his penis? There was only one way to find out.
Doing his best to keep quiet so as not to draw any further attention to himself, Jeff put the idea of crafting a holster of sorts for his udder on hold while simultaneously paying attention to the clock: he had to be downstairs in about eleven and a half minutes. For Jeff, he figured he had enough experience to get it to work in that time frame. Assuming, of course, it was possible. He wouldn’t be trying if he didn’t have some hope of it, though; he had urinated through it, and as far as he knew breasts normally didn’t do that.
Jeff massaged the breast, earning some relieved sighs of relaxed bliss with each stroke, careful not to go too fast or squeeze too hard. Quickly switching control over to one hand as he began to tweak the nipple as he had done in the bathroom, Jeff reached underneath his bed and pulled out the first magazine he touched from the shoebox he kept his collection in. While he wasn’t aghast to the use of the internet for his own self-pleasure, Jeff couldn’t help but feel there was some sort of charm to the printed page of porn.
Flicking open to a random page, Jeff focused on the pinup featuring a gorgeous red haired women, covering her breasts with her arms while her vagina lay exposed. Nodding contently with the material laid before him, Jeff continued with the crotch-breast, enjoying every second he was spending on the unusual yet not entirely unwelcome body part.