Beat-Off Buddies, Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Beat-Off Buddies, Chapter 2

... lightly at the root of my cock. I gently stroked them up to the tip, then repeated the motion again and again. The feeling was very subtly sexy and made me shiver slightly.

"Now, the other direction," she commanded. "Top to bottom."

I reversed direction, sliding my fingertips from my flaring, sensitive cockhead down to my pubic patch. Again and again. This was better than the other direction; it felt like I was penetrating a soft, gentle, never-ending pussy! I kept it up for several minutes while Jane watched appreciatively.

"Now, make an O-ring with one hand. Very loose, though, and stroke it up and down your shaft. But very lightly."

I made a circle with my thumb and index finger and stroked it gently up and down my shaft. It felt great, but this light and gentle stuff was a little slow for my taste. At this rate, I would never get off! Of course, that was her plan, the same as I had done with her.

"Can I turn my hand around?" I asked. "I can get further down the shaft that way."

"Okay," she said. "That sounds interesting."

I reversed my hand position, so my thumb-finger O was now down the shaft, closer to my belly. Without the rest of my hand in the way, I was now able to stroke all the way down to the base with the O, and all the way up to the tip. It was still too gentle for my taste, but at least my entire cock was getting in on the fun. My hips shuddered with pleasure each time my finger ring passed over the purple rim of my cock.

"Now cup ...

... your balls with your other hand," she said. "And massage them a little."

I reached down and fondled my balls. They were already aching for release, but the massage felt great! I gently rolled and squeezed them in my palm. I continued to stroke my shaft with my inverted O-ring and soon noticed that I was moaning involuntarily. It felt great, but not great enough!

"Can I stroke harder? Please? I need to come!"

She pursed her lips and seemed to consider my request. "Okay," she said finally. "You can stroke harder. But only five strokes. No more!"

Yes! I closed all five fingers around my throbbing shaft, tightened my grip, and stroked like a man! One, two, three.....

"Hey!" She was yelling at me.

"What?" My hand froze in place.

"You were up to eight strokes!" she admonished me. "You know that's against the rules!"

Shit! I had completely lost control and didn't even realize it. "Jane, I need to come!" I whined.

"You will," she said. "Just not right now. Hold your hand still, and squeeze your cock as hard as you can."

I squeezed. "How does that feel?" she asked.

"Not bad," I said. "But it'll never make me come."

"Oh, you'll come all right," she said. "Take your left middle finger and put it in your mouth." I did. "Get it nice and wet," she commanded.

I slurped all over my finger, wondering what was to come next.

"Now reach around behind yourself and stick it up your asshole."

"What!? No way!"

"Hey, I did your stupid Seven Dwarfs thing," ...