Cole's next actions threw Brad’s rational thoughts into a deep abyss. Cole reached a hand inside his shorts and began more directly stimulating himself, leading to some loud groans and moans that left Ben all atwitter. When Cole took his masturbatory session to the living room sofa, Ben found he wanted closer to the action and flew toward the giant college student, landing deftly on a wide, bare shoulder covered with a tiny sheen of sweat. His proboscis automatically descended and began to sponge up some of the sweat. The taste was like nothing he had ever experienced and he felt like he might just implode into a quivering heap.
As Cole's moans and groans filled the room, growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment, Ben felt his own tiny body responding in kind. His wings beat in a frantic, erratic rhythm as he clung to his neighbor's sweat-slicked shoulder, his six legs scrabbling for purchase on the slick, musky skin.
Ben's rational mind screamed at him to pull back, to flee this dangerous and potentially devastating situation. But the animalistic, instinct-driven part of him that now dominated his thoughts and actions urged him on, demanding that he surrender to the all-consuming urge to taste, to touch, to be a part of this raw, primal display of masculinity.
Lost in a haze of sensation and desire, Ben inched his way down the curve of Cole's shoulder blade, his antennae twitching and quivering as they drank in every nuance of his neighbor's scent. The musk was thicker here, more concentrated, and it filled Ben's tiny head with a fog of lust and longing that he could not begin to comprehend.
He paused for a moment, hovering at the base of Cole's shoulder blades, as he heard the zipper of his neighbor's shorts being undone with a sudden, sharp sound that cut through the air like a gunshot. Ben's heart raced, pounding against his flimsy exoskeleton like a drum, as he watched Cole's hand emerge a moment later, his manhood hard and thick and glistening in the soft light of the living room.
Ben's mouth watered, a sensation he had never experienced in his human life, as he gazed upon the magnificent sight before him. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to touch, to taste, to be a part of the raw, pulsing heat that emanated from Cole's body in waves. And so, with a final, desperate buzz of his wings, he launched himself forward, hovering over the thick, veiny shaft of his neighbor's cock as it emerged from the shorts. His wings buzzed furiously as his entire little body felt like it could explode in a burst of pent-up energy.