Better Than Another Man by HK Carlton Page A

palmed my cock, he continued further, cupping my balls. I found myself bearing down on his hand. God, he knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what to do, when to do it, how much pressure to exert, just how to manipulate the skin to produce maximum affect. He slid his other hand down there and rolled my balls between his fingers, using his thumbs to create space between them and my thighs. And when he curved his fingers and began to circle and rub my perineum, I thought I was going to die of the pleasure he was giving me.
    “Oh, fuck that feels good!” I groaned, pulling my mouth from his.
    “Get on your back,” he instructed.
    I tensed. “Why what are you going to do?”
    “More of this.” He gripped my balls securely.
    I lay down on my back beside Carey. He reached over and opened the drawer on his night table and pulled out a tube of lube. He tossed it onto the bed between us.
    “Don’t look so stricken,” he said, shaking his head slightly before turning onto his side next to me and sliding his hand into my pants. I lifted my hips to meet him. “Take these off. I don’t know why you put them back on. You’ve walked around me for years naked and now you want to cover up?”
    “I wasn’t self-conscious then.”
    “You should feel less so now. You know how hard it is for the gay guy to see you like that day after day?”
    I looked up at him looming over me. “Really? You looked at me that way?”
    “ You are an idiot!” he answered, matter-of-factly.
    I was kind of surprised. I had no idea, actually. “How hard?”
    He looked down at the tent in his shorts and thrust his hips forward. “Mmm, that hard.”
    I looked down at the impressive bulge. “Really?” It kind of gave me a little thrill to know that he’d felt a little of what I’d been going through over him the last few weeks. I ran my hand inside his shorts, filling it with the smooth warm flesh. I did the same as he’d done to me, went right down the length, and handled his bag.
    He started to peel my sweats down, so I did the same with his boxers.
    Naked again, I felt less uncomfortable than the first time.
    Carey opened the lid of the lube with a flick of his thumb. He squirted some into his hand then offered me some. I turned my palm up and he did the same. It was cool. He rubbed his hands together, then slid them over my rigid cock, spreading the slippery goop from root to tip. One hand remained wrapped around it while the other handled my sac expertly.
    I did the same for him. But this time, I kept my eyes open, and I experienced his reactions to my touch. I attempted to follow his actions, but he was so much better at it than I was. And the more turned on I got, the less accurate I became. I had to be jerking him mindlessly.
    The slick lube made Carey’s hand slide over me effortlessly. My cock started to burn as he choked it skillfully. His fingers, masterfully playing my gooch, stimulating a place inside me that I never knew existed.
    I rocked my hips as I strove for another climax.
    “Care, I’m gonna cum!” I gasped, giving him some warning this time. He released my balls. Taking his index finger and thumb, he ringed the base of my cock and squeezed, almost like a cock ring, in an attempt to prolong my pleasure, but I was too far gone, he was just too good. I blew my load. He kept running his hand up and down my dick as I turned my attention to him.
    I tried to remember exactly what and how he’d done me. I wanted to give him even a little of what he did.
    I had the hand motion right but I wasn’t really comfortable touching him back there. But I tried anyway. I crooked my fingers up into the soft flesh and I circled, the way he had. I was just about to ask him to show me what he liked when he took my hand in his and demonstrated just where to press to get the maximum affect. When he let go of my hand and I was able to do both things at once, I was pleased when his hips started to buck. His lips parted and he moaned low and