Masturbating together is not as weird as it sounds. A lot of guys do it together, though I imagine it could get pretty awkward. You and a friend just watching your average porn together. A guy, a girl, a camera, some claustrophobic filming techniques. At first you're focusing on the action, but your mind begins to drift a bit, and you find your eyes wondering the room. They wonder here and there, but eventually your gaze unconsciously settles on your friend's crotch. When you finally realize what you're looking at, you look up to see your friend staring you down. You quickly turn away, embarrassed. After a brief pause he laughs. The guilt begins to eat you alive.
I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at your masturbation technique, he says. Certainly not the words you were expecting. At first you're not sure whether you feel relieved that he didn't berate you, violated that he was watching you, or offended by his insult. But you ultimately decide to defend your pride, claiming there's nothing strange about how your style.
It's not bad, he explains, just a bit crude. He nonchalantly approaches, sitting next to you. The awkwardness in the room continues to build, and only escalates further when he gently pushes your hands aside and takes your shaft into his hand.
You start to resist, that is, until you notice the sensation of his fingertips. He slowly works them around the body of the shaft in a tickling motion. It's an odd sensation, one you've never had before. Your body settles, against the will of your mind. He continues to explore your cock with his fingers, as if carefully analyzing it. He does this for a while before finally taking it into a soft grip.
He begins gently pumping your shaft in a smooth motion. His hand technique is different than yours. It's... delicate. Yours feels almost barbaric in comparison. The slower, more considerate motion, the emphasis on the fingertips. It's a totally different experience. Your entire body begins to respond to each and every stroke.
He begins to toy with you, speeding up, pushing you toward the brink of orgasm, only to slow before you reach it, pushing a bit further with each cycle. Tears begin to well in your eyes from the unbearable sensation. You desperately want him to make you come, but his fingers continue their patient work.
When the first tear rolls down your cheek, you utter a desperate "Please," but he doesn't acknowledge it. You know that you could easily push his hand away and finish yourself, but his hand has you completely entranced. A second "Please" escapes, but still he ignores it, his actions still calm. Every breath for you is agonizing, each passing second draws out for an eternity.
On the third "Please!" he finally responds, tightening his grip and now using both hands. He quickly increases his speed, sending you to the breaking point. You ejaculate, thrusting your body into his hands, your essence streaming across the room. His hands continue to pump relentlessly as you shoot again, and again, each wave of the orgasm a sweet relief.
Your body absolutely trembles as he begins to slow his pace and loosen his grip. He continues to pump ever so gently, allowing you to savor all of your climax. After a time, he finally releases, his hands covered in your seed. He brings his fingers to his mouth and calmly licks each drop of yourself from them.
Your mind still has not caught up to what just happened; the actions of the past twenty minutes, however, are written all over your sweat-drenched, shaking body.
Yeah, pretty awkward.