#MasturbationMonday Week 34 Manhandled

The Rules:

Write a steamy post about masturbation so hot, it’ll make your readers want to masturbate.

This week I'm sharing an extract from m/m story Better Than Another Man but with a few alterations to fit the delicious prompt.

Better than Another Man is a love story between two best friends, Bryan and Carey. Bryan is straight and Carey is gay, but they stand by each other through the milestones of their lives, including Carey’s coming out.

But when a family tragedy strikes, Bryan turns to Carey for support, and their relationship moves in an unexpected direction.

Can a straight man and a gay man enter into an intimate relationship, or will it destroy their friendship forever? 

Who knows Better Than Another Man…

EXCERPT: 

“Relax,” he crooned as he continued the massage. He grabbed my shoulders roughly, his fingers delving into my neck with force. He pulled backward, making my back arch slightly before releasing his grip to repeat the action, his sturdy fingers relaxing me, my muscles flexing under his heavy touch.

I moaned, it felt so good—the strength of his hold was arousing.

Carey moved his knees in closer to my hips, his cock resting in the hollow of my back in line with the crack of my ass. He skimmed his dick ever so gently in a rhythmic glide along the little crevice. My skin tingled everywhere that his touched mine.

I willed my butt to unclench from the impulsive vice-like grip. Relax he said, right. Easier said than done. He wasn't goin' there tonight.

I rotated my hip slightly and he moved off me. I turned and sat up, trying to keep my eyes on his face, but I could see his stiffy in my peripheral.

Carey smoothed his palm down my chest, over my abdomen comfortingly, then stroked the heel of his hand down the length of my rigid cock. I was pleased when I was able to maintain at his touch. It was something I’d worried about, that maybe if we got in a situation like this I wouldn’t be able to keep it up. I had no idea how I was going to react or how far I could go. But for now, it felt good. And bottom line, I wanted to be close to him.

“Feel good?”

“Feels incredible. But I don’t…think I can...what can I…” I exhaled loudly in frustration. I shrugged.

“What do you want to do? We don’t have to do anything.”

“I want you to get something out of this too.”

“Do you think you can you touch me?”

My cock jerked at his words. I'd take that as a yes.

I nodded and reached for him. He grasped me at the same time. We had our cocks in each other’s hands! For fuck! This was so unreal. Not something I ever thought we’d do together, but here we were. Talk about besties. Carey wrapped one hand around my shaft, just under the head and tugged firmly, fluidly. He took his other palm, laid it flat and circled it around the tip, spreading pre-cum all around.

I tightened my grip on him, clutching, contouring my fingers around the shape of him. The solid feel fascinated me. I tried to imitate his action. What the hell was wrong with me. It wasn't like I'd never had a dick in my hand before. Although it had always been my own. But stupidly, I waited for more instruction. 

As always, Carey knew my thoughts were scrambled and he took pity. He took control.

“Here. Let me."

He straddled my thighs and inched his way up until our erections touched.

With both hands, he corralled our cocks. Lining them up, crown, shaft, balls. The visual was fascinating as well as disturbing. I tried to ignore those thoughts and just concentrate on the incredible sensation having his thick firm flesh touching mine created. Not something I ever thought would turn me on. But I was. Painfully. He was about to give us a dual hand-job. This kind of play had never occurred to me.

He lowered his other hand and gripped our dual erections, his thumb on his, his fingers holding mine. For a moment he remained absolutely still, watching me. I knew he was going slow for me. I sensed the harnessed tension in him.

I felt his cock pulse or was it mine throbbing? My juices flowed just under the thin skin or was that his?

Slowly, he shifted in an upward motion sliding our smooth flesh together. I swallowed a moan. 

He did it again, applying a little more pressure. With every graze he upped the tempo.
 
Carey began to thrust vigorously with his hips, pumping our dick's expertly, as one, in his fist.



“Don’t even think, Bryan. Close your eyes. Just feel."

But I couldn't tear my gaze away. Watching our cocks rubbing so intimately was mesmerizing in every possible way. Arousing as all fuck. It was like his hand kept firm hold encompassing us both but his sinewy erection stimulated me from root to tip. Steady supple friction all the way. Carey kept up the perfect pace for me. My dick burned with the need for release.

I groaned, trying to hold back—it felt so fucking good. I wanted it to last.

“Come for me, Bry,” Carey commanded, his voice deep and raspy. My balls fizzed I was gonna blow. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. I thrust mechanically, riding the exquisite wave of orgasm. My cum lubed his pistoning palm. My climax triggered his.

Carey’s hips pumped erratically. "Oh fuck yeah," he moaned and blew his load.

He finally released his hold and collapsed backward onto the bed. I moved around and settled beside him as we caught our breath. 

"You okay?" he whispered, reaching for my hand.

I interlaced my fingers with his. What could I say? It was the perfectly tame and least invasive kind of introduction to this new shift in our ever-evolving friendship. 
 
"Yeah," I answered simply. "I've been manhandled, in the best possible way."

I cuddled into his side. His sleepy chuckle, made me smile.
 

Hope you enjoyed this week's tease from Better Than Another Man (with a few alterations). So don't expect quite this scene to be in the book, but it might end up in one down the line. :D 
Don't forget to hop on over to Kayla's for the master list of Masturbation Monday participants. 

Happy M-Monday!