Yes, I Think He Can't Take Much More

What I read in his eyes surprised me twofold. I had never seen anyone so desperately hoping that he would be allowed to cum. Well, my experience in this regard was pretty limited. In fact, it amounted to zero examples. I wasn't gay, remember? And yet I understood him without words. He was lying before me like an open book. I literally had him by the balls. And I had caused him unspeakable pain. Yet he wanted me, his best friend, to wank him off. I was somehow fascinated and at the same time touched by the trust behind such a wish.

The second surprise was that I was fully prepared to do it. After all, I wasn't gay, as I reminded myself once again. Nevertheless, I had a man's stiff cock in my hand. It felt hot and slippery and ... good? I didn't quite understand what was going on inside me.

I was also confused by my own hard-on pulsing in my pants. What was wrong with me? How could it excite me so much to hurt Lukas? Was I some kind of pervert? But that wouldn't feel so good, would it?

I tentatively slid my hand down his veiny shaft. It glided down exceptionally easily thanks to the generous application of natural lubricant. Lukas thanked me with a loud moan. A little hesitantly, I placed my hand firmly around his hard cock and slid it back up. It took me a while to find the right rhythm and to know how much pressure I needed to exert to make it feel really hot. I had never wanked a penis before. Except of course ... er, you know.

I quickly got the hang of it and my hand was gliding up and down his rod. All the while, my left hand continued to play with his balls, squeezing them, rolling them back and forth under my fingers. I was probably wrong, but I thought they were getting bigger.

At first, Lukas had tried to watch what I was doing. With his head bright red and his mouth open, he had watched as I massaged his manly jewels. But the further he came, the harder it grew for him. He finally gave up and closed his eyes. His head tilted back. His chest rose and fell in quick rhythm with his rattling breath. He arched his back and stretched his crotch towards me. I wondered how long it would take, how I could tell that he was about to cum.

And then he came. Although I was expecting it, I wasn't prepared for it. His cream squirted up and spread all over his stomach and the sofa. In shock, I clenched both fists tight at the same time, squeezed his balls and at the same time blocked the further flow of semen. Lukas moaned loudly and squirmed under my grip.

It took a conscious effort of will to let go of my hands. I watched in amazement as he continued to gush out spurt after spurt of his white, viscous juice, even though I was no longer stimulating him. It probably only took seconds, but it seemed like an eternity to me.

Slowly I was able to think clearly again. I looked down at my half-naked, cum-stained best friend and it dawned on me how strange and awkward the situation was for both of us. At the same time, I still had a rock hard boner in my pants. I just hoped that Lukas didn't notice. I didn't want him to think I was gay. I looked at my messy hands, embarrassed.

“Um, I'm going to the bathroom,” I mumbled. I don't think he heard me.