The temptation to feel another cock becomes too much

Submitted by WankFan

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No one touched the lube for a few minutes, instead each standing to shuck their jeans down to their ankles, their hard cocks slapping up against their abs. Now fully on display for each other Carl marveled at the size and apparent wight of Hank’s balls, much bigger than his pale and wrinkled low-hanging nuts. Glances were exchanged in the silence, eyes flicking from the screen to each other’s stiff erections while both eased their hands slowly up and down.

Carl wondered how long he might last. He could already feel the pleasure of the bate rising and had to slow down a few times, taking a breath here and there, sipping from his beer bottle, letting his cock gently bounce and twitch on its own, which seemed to get the appreciative attention of his new friend.

Hank took the bottle of lube and grabbed his thick dick by the root, making his meat bulge and the veins rise along the shaft, his tip swelled as a clear orb of juice emerged from between the raised red lips at the very top of his tool. Carl was transfixed, his eyes gazing on while his hand slipped up and down his pale boner, watching as Hank drizzled oil over his manhood.

His wet fist slid up, his fingers dancing around the glans smearing the liquid all over his cock.

He looked up to catch Carl staring and stroking, his scruffy face smiling while he offered the bottle to his new friend. “It’s good stuff” he smirked.

Semen splashed high, leaping to hit his dimpled chin, the cloudy cream dripping down to his t-shirt and seeping through the cotton. Hank chuckled, his own cock instantly pumping in appreciation of the horny show his new buddy was delivering.

Feeling just a little self conscious but gradually feeling his nervousness easing Carl mimicked the more experienced man’s moves, a thrill of exhibitionism flooding through him knowing the man was staring at his cock while he dribbled the juice all over it.

With an audible “squelch” his wet grip rose up and down, his fingers soon slippery, the juice mixing with the pre leaking from his pale pink tip and oozing between his fingers to drip down to his slightly hairy thighs.

“So” Hank’s gruff voice breached the sounds of their wet stroking “this is all new to you, huh?” he inquired, looking to his new friend and watching the younger man’s hand working his glistening inches. He admired the smoothness of it, the paleness, and he wondered if his own cock had looked so pale and smooth twenty years before. He couldn’t remember. By comparison his own cock was almost gnarly and mean looking, meatier, with prominent ridges and bulging veins, a thick and solid rib along the underside forcing his tool to arch upward ever so slightly.

Carl absently gazed from his own cock to the screen where the woman was now sucking on one very big dick while another rammed into her from behind, a collection of moans and aggressive “fuck yeah’s” emanating from the audio system, “Yeah” he said, almost forlornly “been thinking about it for a while and tried to find a buddy a few times, but it never worked out”.

Hank nodded in agreement, “I know what you mean buddy, guys can be so fucking uptight about simple shit. They’re cool with showing off their boner when they’re taking a piss and get curious but run away before you can get started” he looked back to his own cock, grabbing his shaft by the base again and sliding his other hand along the rigid shape. “I mean, we all fuckin’ do it, what’s the big deal?”

“Right?!” Carl agreed emphatically, their eyes meeting again across the vacant seat between them.

“So your buddy in Omaha, how’d you get into it?” Carl really wanted to know. In the short time he’d been looking for buddies he’d been wondering how he could possibly know which guys might be down for it and which would more likely knock him out if he suggested anything even remotely dick-related.

Hank smirked again, his bearded face warm and welcoming, handsome even, it was clear he had good memories to share “He’s a good buddy of mine, we worked together for a few years and then one day we were just out back and shooting the shit and he got his cock out to take a leak. Before I knew it we were talking about pussy and jerking off”.

Carl looked surprised “that easy huh?”

“Yeah” Hank was still playing with the wet head of his cock, smiling to himself as he thought back to some of the great sessions he and Donny had shared “a true bromance I guess you could call it” he chuckled. “We shared a few bates before he offered to jerk me off and, to be honest, I’d been thinking about it for a while, just curiosity you know?” Hank concluded.

It really hadn’t occurred to Carl that this first bate session could go that far but now he knew Hank was into it he started to wonder if he was too. When he’d first kicked himself up the ass and pushed forward after seeing the BuddyBate button on his jacket he’d just assumed Hank would be the kind of guy into just chilling out and sharing a side-by-side show. Suddenly he was nervous again, but at the same time he found himself wondering what it would feel like to grip that thick manly cock in his wet hand and work it for the guy.

“Oh”, he said “mutual too?”

Hank laughed “Yeah! Ain’t nothing wrong with giving a good bro a helping hand, you know? Feels fucking great.”

He seemed to immediately know that he was jumping the gun, quickly adding “Of course, it all depends on the guy you’re sharing a stroke with. I guess you might want to just chill and bate solo?” he was hopeful, ever since he’d first felt Donny’s cock several years before and experienced the educated hand of a friend on his own engorged meat he’d loved mutual masturbation, but he also knew a new guy like Carl might need to take things a little slower.

Carl felt his heart race for a moment, his long dick stiffening up and his low-hanging balls pulling closer to his body “Oh man I would be down for that but I think I might shoot off too quick, I’m already close” he warned.

Hank really didn’t want to push it, but he couldn’t stop staring at that cock and wondering what Carl’s smooth stiffy would feel like in his hand, “Nah, I get it buddy” he paused for the length of time it took for his fist to ease up and back down on his meat twice, then pushed a little more “how about I just give you a couple of strokes and you can see how you feel about it?”

Carl didn’t say anything, but he really wanted to feel that rough experienced bate fist on his cock. He really thought he might start cumming at any moment. Just thinking about the man touching his cock with the same wet hand he’d been using to pleasure his own, slick with lube and pre, was enough to make his head spin.

He gripped his inches by the base, his slender erection becoming steel-like as a pale blue vein throbbed and snaked along the pliable skin, the slightly tapering tip flaring and reddening. He looked up and met the man’s eager eyes offering his manhood while trying desperately to seem as relaxed about it as possible, “Sure, but try not to make me cum yet”.

Hank didn’t waste a moment, moving the tissues and lube from the middle seat to the coffee table, sliding his bare beefy ass along and getting comfortable right next to Carl, their naked thighs meeting.

Carl was so horny he could barely stand it. The smell of stale tobacco and beer mixed with a slight manly scent of hard work and it just seemed to make his cock dribble even more pre.

Then it happened. Hank slowly positioned his open hand, sticky and wet, and slowly closed his fingers around the shaft of Carl’s cock.

An instant wave of pleasure rushed through Carl’s body, his tight abs flexed, his saggy balls pulled up and a dribble of liquid seeped from the very tip of his cock to slide down over Hank’s strong hand.

He started to slide up and down, the rough bridge of skin between his thumb and forefinger flicking and rubbing over the exposed wet ridge of Carl’s glans, delivering short and sharp jolts of intense pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s nice” Carl muttered.

Hank chuckled, his eyes fixed on the work his hand was doing, the warm and rigid feel of the younger man’s cock bringing back great memories of his first time swapping hand jobs with Donny.

Carl closed his eyes, tilting his head back as the pleasure of another man’s stroking rushed through his fit body in waves “damn, that feels fucking awesome” he whispered. He could feel his cum load rising, but he really didn’t want it to be over yet.

Hank could feel it, the curved length of cock in his fist became harder and his own thick meat throbbed with delight at the sensation of finally enjoying another erection after too long without, he knew they were both only minutes away from gushing.

Carl looked down to see the suntanned hand slickly rotating around his shaft in a new move that only pushed him closer to letting go, he knew he had to move now or wait until any potential future meet. Without thinking any further he reached out with his left hand, crossing the muscular flexing forearm of his new pal, experiencing the first feel of another cock as his hand wrapped around Hank’s shaft.

It was incredible. Finally he was engaging in the one one of the most erotically charged sexual acts he’d been confusingly fantasizing about for years, never truly believing he would do it, never thinking it could happen, and certainly not so easily in such a backwater town.

“Okay?” Hank asked, meeting Carl’s hungry eyes momentarily while they both slipped their fists up and down each other’s warm erections.

“Oh yeah, I think I’m gonna cum any second” the pleasure was coming in waves, Hank’s experienced movements keeping him at the perfect pace. The thicker feel of the man’s solid cock was an incredible contrast to the familiar feel of his own slender boner. Carl played with the mushroom-headed tip, gathering the clear juice that leaked from Hank’s erection and smearing it around.

“You ready to cum? I’m ready, I need to shoot off a big one buddy” Hank whispered, their eyes fixed on each other’s dicks while they worked their friend, speeding up a little.

Carl gasped “Fuck yeah, make me cum man” he muttered breathlessly, he could feel the meat in his hand get harder instantly, the veins bulging out and an almost muscular structure beneath the pliable tanned skin throbbing rhythmically. Carl watched Hank’s huge balls pulling up quickly, wishing there was more time to feel them, roll them around, tug on his sack. Hank’s thick hairy thighs flexed a little, trembling with the growing intensity and his musculature appeared more pronounced.

“Let it go man” Hank said, “shoot it off, fucking drench us both with that cum” his hand sped up, his fingers tightened around Carl’s cock as his strong arm pumped up and down rapidly, bringing Carl’s arm with it and making his fist pump Hank’s tool with equal pace.

The first wave crashed over, pure white bliss flooding through Carl’s body while the physical embodiment of it began to spew from his dick “Fuuuuuuck!” he moaned aloud, his eyes flicking back and forth from Hank’s erection to his own ejaculating member.

Semen splashed high, leaping to hit his dimpled chin, the cloudy cream dripping down to his t-shirt and seeping through the cotton. Hank chuckled, his own cock instantly pumping in appreciation of the horny show his new buddy was delivering. Carl was too lost in the extreme pleasure to notice at first, but an equally incredible leaping squirt of man milk flew from Hank’s girthy tool to splat over his head, hitting the wall behind the couch and decorating his short salt and pepper hair and his scruffy beard with droplets of semen.

Carl’s legs trembled and shook as another wave of extreme pleasure rushed through his athletic body, followed immediately by a repeating pump of ball juice firing from his cock and spiraling out like a lasso, whipping around and splashing both of them across their pumping arms and exposed stomachs.

Hank moaned aggressively, the sound breaking through the background noise of the forgotten porn and their wet squelching fists, capturing Carl’s attention, they smiled at each other for just a second as another incredibly thick and heavy shot of cock cream flew out of Hank’s meat to explode all over the top of his chest barely missing is own chin.

Matched squirt for squirt the two stared in awe, the orgasmic waves washing over them in an almost perfectly synchronized mutual climax, their hands slowing to appreciate fully the sight of the other spitting nut from his cock.

Carl’s hand was still slippery, but now it was mostly Hank’s cum easing the way as he slowly pumped the bullish member. Semen dripped from his fingers, his own cock repetitively convulsing in Hank’s hand while he held him, aiming his dick up his abs and decorating them with his load.

Hank’s stomach was soaked with watery goo, the dark hair matted around a milky pool of cock juice gathering in his navel like a pond in a forest clearing.

Their breathing slowed in time with their shared climax, easing off as the last of their nut gently pumped in short splashes. The sound of the porn playing returned slowly, moans and slaps, wet thrusts and horny phrases breaking through their combined breaths.

Carl tilted his head back on the top of the cushion behind him, his cock being gently milked in Hank’s strong grip as the last of his seed oozed and seeped from the sensitive tip. He massaged his bate buddy’s sopping wet length in his own hand, feeling the older man’s erection slowly becoming more pliable in his grip.

A chuckle emanated from Hank’s smiling face as he surveyed the damage, rivers of cum pouring down the sides of his torso to the seat below “Phew, I think we both needed that buddy!” he laughed, moving Carl’s cock around while he checked out the splashes of cream decorating his thick forearm from his elbow to his wrist.

Carl echoed the sentiment, wiping his brow with the back of his free hand while his other continued to toy with the softening member of his new friend. “You could say that. I don’t think I’ve ever shot off so much cum before!”

Cooling semen flowed in long streams down his body, around the short pubes above his cock, seeping down around his balls. His bunched up t-shirt was spattered with wet patches.

For a moment or two they were motionless, their pulses slowing to a more regular pace while they each smirked pleasingly to themselves, gazing toward the screen ten feet in front of them just as the first large cock exploded a streak of cum over the woman’s face to the sound of collective masculine jeers.

Carl snapped back to reality with an almost excruciating jolt of pleasure as Hank’s hand slid along his drenched dick once more before releasing the young man’s member from his attention, his rough palm brushing the tip and causing him to spasm.

“I think that went well” Hank murmured with a satisfying exhalation, reaching forward to grab several tissues and passing them to Carl “What you doing Thursday?”

Carl left twenty minutes later, the smell of cum still rising from his t-shirt and his balls gently aching with satisfaction. He didn’t get far on his drive home before his cock was starting to throb again, wondering just how many other guys there were in his town wearing BuddyBate buttons just waiting for a shared stroke session.

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