[MM] Dry Spell Bud – frotting

Like all the memories I’ve been relating so far, this one also took place over ten years ago, when we were still in our 20s.

We were blowing off some steam by blowing off each other. 69ing was not too common for us, since it can be difficult to focus on the other person if you’re feeling really good, but sometimes it was just the right thing to do. My face was in its favorite spot: down in the another person’s sexual center. We were fully naked and I was on top. My lips were wrapped around his cock, slurping on the head.. I balanced on one forearm while the other wrapped around one of Alex’s legs so I could pump his shaft and play with his balls. My own hips hoverred just above his face, my dick enveloped in his warm mouth.

He stopped sucking me and started to scoot to the side. Thinking he just wanted to flip around and get on top, I stopped what I was doing and got off of him.

Sit there, he directed, indicating the place I was kneeling. I did as he asked and sat my bare bottom on the towel we had on the carpet to catch dripping semen. Now I knew what he wanted. I extended my legs and bent them slightly at the knees. Alex came and sat facing me, his legs arching over mine and our groins nearly touching.

Alex reached down and started stroking me. I was already precumming from the earlier activity, so my penis was pretty slick. I put my hand down and started sliding it up and down his cock as well. Alex scooted a bit closer and I let go of him. Our cocks touched. I love that feeling. Both shafts were wet with precum. He took both our cocks in one hand and pressed them together firmly, then started just moving them around each other. I made a tiny adjustment and brought our ball sacks together too. He held us together with front sides touching. Our frenulums were rubbing against each other as he manipulated us up the spiral of excitement.

I reached down and fondled both of our ball sacks in my hands while Alex worked on our shafts. I was very gentle, of course, and enjoyed the sensations of our nuts being held together.

The wetness on my penis was noticibly increasing as Alex leaked more and more precum. My excitement rose as the urgency with which he stroked us increased. His legs started tensing and I could feel him straining as if trying to get our hips closer together than they were. It was that instinctual need to thrust taking over. My own hips started to match him, and we were humping each other’s cocks now with his slippery hands holding them together. Alex’s breathing became more ragged and the tension in his body increased. I felt his grip tighten intensely and he stopped moving. Our dicks pressed firmly together, I felt the pulsing of his penis as semen raced up and spurted out the top. Globs of his gooey cum coated our shafts and dripped down to our balls and my hands which were still fondling them. This did it for me and my own orgasm rose up. My cockhead swelled and cum burst from it. It did not shoot out, but globbed out and then ran down. I pulsed numerous times, getting all the jizz out. Alex’s orgasm was starting to subside and I could feel all the tension that had been in his legs was gone. Our cocks and balls now fully covered in sticky cum, he let go of us. Already softening, our dicks slipped away from each other.

“Whew,” he said. “Definitely needed that!”

“Me too.” I replied.

Glad, as always, for the towel, we cleaned up and went on with the day.

These memories still provide masturbation material for me. I hope that by sharing them, maybe they can do the same for you. If you got hard or wet, let me know!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mjhcqy/mm_dry_spell_bud_frotting