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As Tom walked away , to return home, I briefly re-lived the feel of his young, but hard cock , that had recently been pressed against my thigh, as we embraced. I had realised that perhaps I needed to take things slowly, although he had pretty much brought himself "out" to me as being gay. He was, after all, young and needed time to absorb the implications from having exposed his secret to me. He clearly trusted me, although at first I didn't understand why. But then I realised that the presence of gay magazines , particularly old ones, had obviously indicated to him that we were of similar disposition. This, in turn, had given me the idea of a possible way for me to become more familiar with him, and in particular, his lovely rigid member, which seemed to stand to attention so quickly and easily. Once again I pictured him rolling his foreskin back and forth in my workshop, before quickly releasing multiple spurts of his boy juice. To help me to re-live that scene, I fetched the same magazine out that had so excited him. My own cock stood up, as I opened it to those very pages, marked as they were by the oily mark that his clean-up rag had left on those pornographic images.
I couldn't help it, my hand went down inside my trousers, cradled my balls a little, stroked my hardening nob end, as I closed my eyes and re-played in my mind, the lovely sight of Tom's young bum being exposed as he stroked his cock over my porn. And then I opened my eyes, and studied the very same pages that he had, with the photos of a young guy going cock-to-cock with a much older man. I loved that sequence of photos, it told a story, and before long I had to release my own straining, swollen cock out through my flies by unzipping. I knew that I had already passed the point of simply being able to stop , so I slid my underpants down inside my jeans and lifted my balls over the waistband, exposing my full tackle to the air, through my open fly front. The combination of me visualising Tom's wank, and then viewing the very same pages that made him cum, meant that it didn't take too much stroking and caressing of balls to bring me to the brink. As I am tightly circumcised, with hardly any loose skin on my shaft, I usually reach my climax by judicious rubbing of the underside, then squeezing and releasing the helmet, between forefingers and thumb. Being circumcised as a child means that my bell end, exposed all of its life, is rather large in comparison to my shaft, with a very flared out arrow head ridge, red around the edges but the nob mainly mauve. I followed through the graphic pages again, exactly as Tom had done, and as I turned to the page depicting man and boy having cum, I erupted exactly as Tom had done ( although not so strongly), leaving a puddle of my sperm on the oily page, alongside the stain left by young Tom. My groin had a satisfied warm glow, I left the pages open , and went back indoors.
At the weekend, unusually for him , Tom rang to see if I would be around on the Sunday, which I confirmed. He had a technical question to resolve regarding the brakes on his bike, so when he arrived, and once we'd had the customary coffee, I explained which bits needed lubricating with copper grease, and which bits never should be. He chuckled and said "and there are some things that lubricate themselves !" at which we both chuckled. I was pleased that he felt relaxed enough with me , to say something like that, and it enabled me to open the dialogue out. It was a warm day, and Tom was wearing shorts and a tshirt.
"Tom, I was so pleased last week when you trusted me with your thoughts and feelings towards other boys, you were very honest, and open". He frowned a little, and replied " you are the only person that I could talk to, and there are so many things I need to know about, which you already know, and must have experienced. I couldn't possibly talk to Mom".
" Such as ? " I queried. We were now sitting on stools in the garage, having finished our drink .
"Well..... " he said, hesitating. " I know about the things that make me feel good - well, to be honest, the things that make me feel real horny - but I have never gone beyond stroking myself, and occasionally getting even more aroused by the things that I see.... " He shuffled a little on his stool. "I get so aroused when I see the other boys naked at school, and even when I see pictures of nude men in magazines, like ..... like yours" he said. But before I could ask him how he knew about my mags, he continued " but I've never actually touched another penis, or felt another hand on mine, and it's really frustrating - I would so love to experience that feeling" . I could feel my own cock starting to come to life, listening to his words. " Surely Tom, you must be aware of other boys of your age that feel the same - have you not shared your sexy thoughts, with any of them ? Never masturbated together ?"
"No, truly, I never have - it would be too much of a risk, if I got it wrong with my school buddies. It is so difficult to keep my cock under control when we are naked together in the lockers". Tom shuffled on his stool again. As we were facing each other, seated on our stool tops whilst talking, I could look up his shorts leg , and see that his lovely young cock had started to extend slightly inside them, the nob end still inside the shorts, but exposed to the air, creeping down one shorts leg - he was clearly wearing no underpants. My thoughts, like his, returned to memories of varied dangling young penises at school.
"I feel I am ready for more physical contact, more stimulating experiences, I just don't know how" he explained. "Would you help me, please ?" pleading.
As I glanced down , to avoid immediate eye contact , I could see that Tom's foreskin was being forced to retract , by the increasing blood flow to his helmet, so that his piss slit, and swollen nob end were just beginning to appear through the opening of his foreskin . It was a very distracting sight, indeed, for me.
I already knew that Tom 's cock was of the type I absolutely love - the proportions were right - I had seen it fully exposed once before . He had a long, tapered helmet, shrouded with a thin, tight foreskin which, when pulled back, slid easily back over the nob, halfway to the ridge, but then suddenly snapped back , forming a collar below the glans. I had witnessed all this taking place when he had ejaculated hands-free on that previous occasion. I longed to see it again, and I too, had to shuffle a little on my seat, to re- arrange my growing bulge into a more comfortable position.
"Are you asking, what I think you're asking ?" gently placing my hand on Tom's thigh, just above the knee.
"Yes" he whispered " I really want to see your penis- I've been imagining what it would be like, every time I've come to see you." The poor boy had gone bright red with uttering those words, and suddenly he looked to me to be only 14 or so. "I'd love to feel it too, in the palm of my hand" .
"I think we'd better release that cock of yours, before it bursts out" I said, edging my hand further up his inner thigh on which it was resting, " don't you ?" My hand had stopped, gently, just inside Tom's shorts leg, with forefinger gently touching his exposed nob end. He gasped slightly, with the intimacy, before reciprocating, by boldly reaching out , cupping my bulge in his own small hand "Ooooh, " he said, " that feels so good". We rose to our feet slowly, simultaneously, each keeping our hands on the other's private parts, but with mine moving to feel the full outline of Tom, through his shorts. He was now rock hard. For several moments we stood face to face, with our hands exploring each other's genitals through the fabric of our clothes, gently rubbing those erections. My old dick too, was now fully hard. Suddenly Tom again threw his arms around me in a big hug, bringing our bodies full frontal , in contact with each other. With the difference in our heights, he being shorter than I, where our crotches met , the outline of his helmet pressed firmly against my ball sack. I could actually feel his heart beat, pulsing his cock against me. " I think we'd better get rid of some of these clothes, Tom, don't you ?", I said , bringing both of my hands up to the waistband of his shorts, and then gently pushing them down towards his knees. His shorts slid down partly, over his young buttocks, exposing his lovely bum, but would go no further , because his rigid cock was snagging the waistband at the front. "Can I undo them, please , Tom ?".
I felt him nod, although he said nothing. Fumbling, I undid his shorts button, at the waist, lifted the waistband clear of his nob end, and slid them down further, to his knees. I was now able to get each of my hands on one of his muscular young buttocks and pull his exposed penis against my still clothed, engorged cock. We were both breathing heavily. "Can I? " he asked, and I knew what he meant - seeking my permission to remove my trousers. I nodded and he dropped to his knees on the garage floor, his solid cock waving slightly, extended in front of him, as he dropped, his shorts now down around his ankles. Looking down, I could see that his foreskin had retracted further, exposing about half of his lovely , shiny bell end, but still tight across the lower half. I could tell that his dick was longer than mine. His kneeling position had brought his face level with my crotch , where my bulge was completely evident, as he carefully undid my waist button , followed by sliding the zipper of my jeans down . My red underpants were already displaying the location of my sticky nob end, by the wet patch from oozing precum. Tom hesitated a little at this stage, then hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my pants, lifted it carefully over the tip of my rigid cock, exposing my unshaven pubes, and erect cock, with circumcised head. He pushed pants and jeans on downwards, as I felt the rush of cool air around my old ball sack. As he did so, both he and I could see the precum oozing rapidly now, from my eager slit, running down the length of my shaft. " Ooooh" he moaned, before standing up again. He put his young arms around my waist , pulling us together, with both hard penises coming into contact along their full length, skin to skin. "That feels so, so good, Roy" he whispered. With his hugging, and our partly naked bodies squashed together, the slippery wetness caused his cock to slip and to slide sideways off mine, so that both our penises now stood fully erect, side by side, between us. Looking down between our bodies at the incredible sight of our two nob ends in parallel, both Tom and I could see that whilst his young rod was longer and thinner than mine, in contrast, my strongly flared mushroom head stood significantly thicker than his. There was a noticeable difference too, between his delicate, smooth, virginal young skin, and my own, more weathered "used" appearance. His foreskin had completed full retraction, of its own accord, as we watched, slipping over his ridge and snapping back behind the red, swollen head. "I've never felt this good before" he sighed, as my heavy, hairy balls came into contact with his own tight , wrinkled young scrotum . I could feel him start to make slight thrusting movements with his hips, causing our cocks to rub together, and mine at least, to become very sensitive. I enjoyed that feeling immensely and by Tom's breath, panting slightly, I could tell that he was enjoying his first ever male coupling. We broke the embrace, stepped back slightly and both looked down at the other's tackle, his slim and young, mine thick and mature. Spontaneously, we both extended our right hands, palm upwards, grasping the other's cock from the underside, and began to masturbate each other, my hand causing Tom's foreskin to move, and his slipping easily back and forth over my lubricated bell end. For several minutes we alternated between closely watching our cocks, and then studying each other's facial enjoyment, as we experienced each other's bodies for the first time. My left hand went out, to cradle his young balls.