Meeting The Milking Guru In Skilled Hands – Part 1
Gary is a master when it comes to massaging and milking another man’s cock. Ever since his first curious experience with a random older man in college he’s been practicing the art, and sharing it with other curious men. Living on the doorstep of one of the largest colleges in the country there’s no shortage of young men who want nothing more than to kick back with porn playing and their penis being expertly drained of hot nut.
Excerpt from Skilled Hands Part 1
As soon as the man’s warm fingers had wrapped around the middle of his erection he’d felt like he was about to nut, but something strange happened.
The man had seemed to know, and stopped. Then waited for a moment more while he displayed his own cock and asked Gary if he wanted to feel it. And Gary did. He’d reached out slowly and closed his hand around the girthy meat, feeling the hot fatness of the flesh in his hand and the veins pulsating beneath the velvety hardness of his cock skin. It had been such a strange feeling but it also felt natural, perhaps predictable. He’d never thought about what another erection would feel like in his hand, but it felt exactly how it should.
After a short time the man returned to rubbing his long and slender erection, sliding his warm grip along the muscle and playing teasingly with the exposed tip. “Nice long meat you got dude” the man had quietly shared, his fist tightening in the middle of the cock to give it a squeeze while the exposed helmet bulged thickly.
This continued for almost an hour, tentative and slow, obsessed with the inches of meat they both had to play with.
They’d talked, they’d masturbated themselves, they’d compared their erections and shared stories, toying with each other’s dicks while the man advised him when to pause and let their penises relax. Eventually, the man said he’d need to get home soon and they should finish up. Gary had been on the edge of erupting for almost the entire time, his cock being milked in the man’s skilled hand, being left to bob and bounce like the beam of a crane in a storm for a few minutes, then grasped again for another round of slow milking and rubbing.
“You ready to nut?” the man had asked, and Gary definitely was.
