Mutual masterbation with Kyle is an almost everyday occurrence.
It started one day when you were a little pent up. You didn't want you to drag yourself all the way to your bedroom to get off. Kyle was on deployment, and if you made a mess, you'd clean it up. Halfway through working yourself up to sweet relief, Kyle walked into the room.
You sit straight up on the couch, legs snapping shut as Kyle drops himself on the couch. "Oh shit! I'm sorry I'll go to my -"
"Don't stop, I don't care." Kyle groans, obviously exhausted, but that didn't stop him from undoing his pants and taking out his cock. You couldn't help but state for a moment, watching as his hand stroked along his thick length, before you're hand returned between your legs.
Now, it wasn't uncommon for one of you to... inspire the other into a few orgasms on the couch. You're friends starr wondering why they couldn't come over as often, and you don't know how to explain that it's because your couch is covered in cum stains.