Harmony

Published on Oct 9, 1997

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HARMONY

Jack Sprat

Tommy has the nicest dick. It's not quite six inches long, straight, and when hard, about as round as a broom stick. On top, sits a sexy perfectly formed red cap.

We're both in our late teens, being sex partners since our early adolescence. We know how to give each other maximum satisfaction.

We've shaved each other, leaving a close trimmed sexy patch of hair above our penises. Washing and shaving is done every Friday. I love the baby bun feeling, rubbing my own smooth cheeks or Tommy's. Talcum or baby oil always adds to the shaving pleasantness.

I have my room and bath over our detached garage. Tommy lives next door and visits and sleeps over any time he wishes. Our close friendship must make our parents wonder, or we hope they believe we are just close buddies.

Tommy satisfies me every possible way. I please him too. We go to bed early but leave the lit TV tube on silent, reflecting on the window to be seen from outside. We're just two boys watching television.

We slowly undress each other, leaving on our white briefs. Feeling and sucking through the others cloth basket is really a turn on. Our hands slip under the other's elastic for butt rubbing and asshole pressing.

Both erect, we drop our shorts and lie on the bed, play and feel, giving short sucks and licks. We take our time. Neither wants to cum too soon.

Tommy's flared cap is beautiful. I love to grasp his steel hard stem, moving my oiled thumb slowly up and down the backside, over the lower globes and frenulum. It is Tommy's night to be bottom.

Attached to his crotch in a lemon size sac, are his two oval balls pressing against shiny shaved skin. I roll them about.

I slip his beautiful tip through my lips. My wet tongue sensuously scraping about as I bob my head, and suck.

He legs are wide, his pelvis bucking, as he moans with pleasure, "I'm going to come."

Erotic sounds of sexual pleasure move from his throat as hot streams of his manhood pump into my waiting mouth.

Resting, I ask that he roll to his side and draw up his leg.. Reaching to the bedside stand I get Vaseline and a towel.

Tommy's raised leg almost shows his asshole. Greasing my forefinger, I spread his cheeks a little more to fully see my target.

We've sat on each others dick, trying to slide it up our butt, but we are both too tight. There's no way we are going to hurt each other. Those stories are phony that say the pain subsides after entry..

Reaching through Tommy's healthy glowing cheeks and touching his asshole, I slowly push my oiled finger in..

Tommy lays still, enjoying his back door massage. There is something erotic about watching my finger enter his cheeks, disappear into his asshole, then pull out..

We do all the asshole things we find fun, changing every night to keep some variety.

Neither of us like enemas. They are crampy, embarrassing, smelly and messy, but we don't want shit on the large string of greased beads as it is slowly pulled out.

Togetherness sexual satisfaction has kept us long-time friends.

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