Page 41 of Caged
"So you just use your hand?"
Marshall nodded, making a fist as if he was doing it.
"Larry used to make me do that to him."
"He's not here. He never will be here. This is you and me. You're safe. Touching yourself isn't wrong. Everyone does it. It helps, and it's much better than cold showers."
Danny blushed. "Should I try it?"
Marshall fought back a groan at that visual. His own cock was still rock hard just from the conversation they were having. "If you want to."
Danny didn't move or say anything for a long time, then he glanced over at Marshall's tented pants. "Is it wrong of you to show me how you do it?"
Holy shit. He couldn't do this. He already felt like a pervert for doing what they had. Danny deserved better. Marshall hated how turned on this had him. He should have been refusing everything, not taking advantage of the situation for his own pleasure. "You want to watch me?" He swallowed hard.
"Is it wrong? Shouldn't I have asked?"
"It's not wrong. I'm just surprised by it. Are you sure that's what you want?"
"I think if I watch you, then I can think about you when I do it and not about me doing it to Larry. Like you said before, I need to make new memories." Danny's face was bright red.
Marshall needed to learn to keep his fucking mouth shut. Could he do this? Should he? He sure wanted to. That wasn't a question. Still, he felt like a pervert. Then again, it might be a good way to get Danny to learn to take care of his own needs and not wake up in a panic when it happened at night. He reminded himself that Danny was of age and only a few years younger than he was. This wasn't technically wrong. It was just badly timed. "I'll tell you what. Have you ever heard of a circle jerk?"
Danny shook his head.
"It's when friends do it together. They watch each other jerk off. We often did it as teenagers. How about we do it together. You don't have to touch me and I won't touch you, but this way you'll see that it's okay to touch yourself. It's safe to do it and no one is going to force you into doing anything more. If you don't want that, then we can both go into our bathrooms or bedrooms and do it alone." Marshall prayed they did it alone. He wasn't sure he could handle having Danny watch him. He'd probably come within two strokes if Danny's gaze was on him.
"Do you want to?" Danny asked.
"I've got to take care of this one way or another. It's not easing up for me with us talking about all of this. If I wasn't interested, I'd be soft by now." He gripped his cock through his pants, running his fist up the shaft.
Danny watched him intently then nodded. "I want to try together."
"Okay, but if you get uncomfortable or anything, we stop and go to our rooms, okay?"
Danny nodded.
Praying this wasn't the biggest mistake of his life, he pulled himself out of his pants. Once free, he released his cock, giving Danny a moment to look at it. He swore it hardened even more under his gaze.
Danny swallowed hard, then eased his pants down around his hips, lifting his ass slightly off the couch to push them down. His cock sprang free, but he didn't touch it.
Marshall nearly groaned at the size of it. If Danny had been anyone else, he would have leaned over, took him in his mouth, then after teasing him for a while, he would have begged to have Danny fuck him. He'd be a total slut to get a cock that size inside him.
Refocusing on what they were doing, Marshall eased back so he was leaning against the arm of the couch. He spread his legs a bit, then ran his palm over the head of his cock to gather the pre-cum. He debated on running to get lube, but worried if he got up, it would put a stop to everything that was happening. But that was what he wanted, wasn't it? He wanted Danny to go off alone and do this, right? Shamefully, he had to admit that he wanted this. He wanted to stare at Danny's cock and watch him come. Wanted Danny to watch him.
Without thinking any more about it, Marshall started to stroke himself. He did this almost nightly and his hand moved naturally over him. He watched Danny, but Danny didn't even notice. His gaze was glued to Marshall's cock, his mouth parted, his eyes wide.
"Try it," Marshall said softly as he continued to work his fist over his length.
Danny wrapped his hand around his thick cock, looking nervous, but also fascinated as he watched Marshall's hand move. "You like doing this?"
"Yeah, I think most guys do." Marshall tried to imagine that huge cock trapped in a cage for over a year. It had to have been so painful at first before his body stopped getting hard. Marshall would cherish a cock like Danny's. He was such a size queen, but even without that, Danny deserved someone who would take care of him properly. God, he had to stop thinking this way, but as he watched Danny start to move his fist up and down his shaft, there was no stopping the want. Between this intense kissing, and now this, he was head over heels in lust with the man beside him. "Use the precum to coat your hand. Usually, I use lube, but I didn't want to leave you to grab it right now. You can also spit in your hand if you need to. That helps too." He took in the way Danny's hand didn't even close fully around the width of his cock. The bulbous head was pink and glistened at the tip. "So beautiful," Marshall sighed.
"This?" Danny's eyes widened.
"Yeah. Watching you do that is beautiful. Your cock is perfect." Marshall worked his cock a little faster. "The only thing better than watching what you're doing now will be watching when you come."
"You'd like that?" Danny looked confused.
