I have found over the years great fun in having friends for mutual masturbation sessions. The thought of no kissing, oral sex or anal sex is a deal breaker for a lot of men as they can’t comprehend having fun with “just a wank!”
It can include edging, frottage, massage and toys such as vacuum pumps etc. Verbal and storytelling or watching porn, but I guess for some guys it is simply just not sexual enough.
I just wanted share a story of my first masturbator mate in an experience that included his older brother
Paul’s older brother Bob, who was about fourteen or fifteen years older than Paul, was ex military with short cropped brown hair and stocky build. He had a small flat where Paul and I would sometimes visit on a Saturday night when Bob was going out on the pull. Bob would stock up on beer and put out a collection of his latest videos to choose from, a mix of horror, action and hard porn. Yeah guess which we gravitated towards first when his brother had gone out.
I recall when Bob had gotten his new sofa and before he had left for a night out he suggested we sit on towels so that we didn’t get cum on the sofa. It was the first time he had alluded to the fact that he knew very well what we got up to after he had left us alone with his porn collection, and in a way it was positive, it made our mutual fun seem far more normalised, and far less dirty, almost acceptable behaviour.
Then there was the evening that Paul and I were sat naked on towels well into our evening of wanking, our clothes in a pile in the far corner of the room as we watched porn and stroked ourselves, and each other.
Paul’s cock longer than mine, a thick base that quickly tapered off to tight foreskin tip that in its full length measured almost nine inches, I had measured it numerous times and Paul always claimed it was dead on nine. My cock was uniformed in girth, thicker than Paul with a foreskin that retracted when erect to expose the glossy crimson helmet.
As we remarked on the women on the video we heard the front door open. We each quickly grabbed a corner of the towels and pulled it over our erections for some modesty.
Bob walked in and said hi, he didn’t comment on the fact we was both naked and trying to conceal our stiff cocks as a porn film played on the large screen. Instead he went into a flustered rant into what a shitty night at the club he had had, he had gotten into a fight and been kicked out by the bouncers.
“Well I might as well just grab a beer and sit and watch the film with you” Bob said with a huff
We didn’t get time to get dressed before Bob returned and plonked himself down between us on the three seated sofa. “Steve my mate gave me a new blue movie if you guys fancy checking it out. I haven’t watched it yet but he says it is good”
Bob put on the movie and sat back down between his brother and I, leaning back into the sofa and his palm resting on his groin as the action quickly began. My attention constantly gravitated to his crutch, the bulge that was evident in his tight pale blue farah trousers. His thumb rubbed up and down at the end of where the bulge extended by his pocket, while his ring finger rubbed at where his balls were.
I noticed Bob glance down to his left and right a few times, as if trying to understand if we were still in a state of arousal, which I was most defiantly. I allowed my own forefinger to rub beneath the towel seeing if it caught his attention, and it did. He gazed down as I allowed the towel to slide and expose the darker pink flesh of my helmet.
I felt a rush of excitement at knowing he was glimpsing me hard, and I watched his hand took a firm grip on his own shaft leaving me in no doubt that he was aroused. Bob looked over to Paul who had put his hand fully beneath the towel, the movement of what he was doing pretty clear.
“Good film isn’t it” Bob commented as he unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped, his hand sticking within the fly of his boxer shorts and taking hold.
Two men were banging one bird, there humungous cocks squelching together as they slid inside a single hole. The close up camera showed the two male members moving together, pressed one against the other as they had her in a sandwich with one man beneath, the other on top. There loose hanging sweaty bollocks slapped together to make a satisfying sound.
I looked down and Bob had pulled his cock fully free, loose grip stroking up and down on his member. The foreskin was ruffled at the tip and moist with pre cum that drizzled out causing him to lift his shirt up exposing his hairy stomach. I swear as I breathed in I could smell his arousal filling my nostrils, the strong musky scent of man cock being tugged.
The three of us sat stroking openly. Paul and I had pushed back our towels and sat comfortably naked, whilst Bob had unbuttoned his shirt fully exposing his hairy torso, his farah trousers and boxers down around his ankles. His cock was fat, thicker than mine but not as long as his younger brother. The head was like a large flat mushroom once the long loose skin was retracted, and he produced an abundance of pre cum that now filled his belly button with a clear pool, and webs of pre cum clung between his fingers.
There was a surprising amount of scenes that involved multiple men with one woman, and there was a scene where a man guided his male colleague’s hard cock into place by holding it and pressing it at the woman’s hairy hole, his fingers lingering against the shaft as it slowly disappeared from view.
Bob gave a running commentary on the movie whilst constantly monitoring us both, watching us and telling us not to shoot yet if our hand actions looked a bit over eager.
Bob’s hands rested at his sides and his erection bobbed up and down as if beckoning attention and it got it. Paul reached over and took hold of his brother cock and began to stroke gently, pulling the loose foreskin up and over the head so that it was all ruffled, and then dragging it fully back so that more pre cum oozed fourth. The pair seemed comfortable with the action, like they had done it before. Then Bob did something I hadn’t expected, he reached over and nudged my hand out the way before taking hold of my cock.
I let out a loud gasp as my muscles tensed; the feel of his large warm hand touching me was so utterly amazing that I thought I was going to instantly shoot my load. My head sunk back in the soft sofa, my eyes rolled back in my head. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted, and I would have done anything he asked at that moment. I felt like I was in his control as his hand gently slid up and down my length, pausing as he smeared my pre cum with his thumb around my piss slit.
There were numerous times I could have cum that evening, feeling a rush to my head as I thought an ejaculation inevitable. But with Bob’s guidance I held off time and time again, our hands freely touching one another’s cocks and balls as we explored, the film disappearing into the background and seeming almost irrelevant as we focused on one another.
Bob eventually stripped off naked and we took turns standing face to face and comparing, holding our cocks together whilst the third person examined closely. Eventually we all cum buckets before collapsing into an entangled naked heap on the couch, our cum drying and encrusting on our bodies where it had landed as we relaxed.