Again I place my open hand on his bare chest. Lightly pressing, holding him close. Waiting for our collective gasping breathing to subside.
"You are the first man," I whispered to the nape of Jim's neck, "that I ever got to touch." My voice trembled with the rapid beating of my heart.
I could just barely make out Jim's whispered response, "You are the first man to ever touch me." When he said it I could feel the shiver course through him. "And I like it. I like it a lot."
We lay spooned together, relaxed and calmed by our new found realizations. I was afraid to move for fear of breaking the moment. I was relishing the warmth and closeness of Jim's back pressed against my chest. I was floating, my still hard penis pressed against his lower back, my legs intertwined with his. I then realized that my left thigh was pressed firmly against his perinium, that special little skin-ridge between the back of his
scrotum and what I imagined was the tight circle of his anus.
When I applied slight pressure with my thigh Jim's gluts seemed to spontaenously flex, pressing that much harder against my already rigid member. Then I heard Jim's ragged whisper again.
"May I touch you," came his tentative plea. "May I feel your cock?"
I could hardly contain my excitement. This is what I had dreamed about. "If you like but be gentle. I am really close." I rolled away from Jim, onto my back and put my hands behind my head.
Jim sat up and turned toward me. His hardon was straining against his briefs. He too was showing a wet spot at the tip. Tentatively he placed his right hand on my stomach, his touch was hot. My own erection was pulsing, rthymically pushing, trying to escape my tight briefs.
"I don't know how to..." Jim half whispered. "I mean..."
He stood up so quickly I thought we was going to bolt for door. I laid still, trying not to over-react or scare him. Jim paced beside the bed for a minute, mustering his resolve. I watched him from behind nearly closed eyes.
He stood for a long minute with his back to me. I could see his reflection in the mirror. I could almost see the thoughts running through his mind as he stood there, alone, in nothing but his tented briefs.
Slowly, mechanically, Jim hooked his thumbs into the waist of his briefs and slid them down to his ankles. My eyes opened wide to take in this new view. Perfectly formed globes of his tight round gluts and the fleeting peek of his heavy scrotum nestled between well toned thighs. My breath escaped in a low sigh.
Jim stood up straight and stepped out of his briefs. He paused for another minute and just stared at me in the mirror. Then his eyes met mine. "May I?" he asked in a half whisper.
All I could do was nod my approval. Jim turned to face me and walked to the foot of the bed. The tension of Jim's decision showed distinctly in his face, the direction of his desire showed clearly in the distended purple glans of his solid erect penis.
Gently Jim grasped my ankles and spread my legs so that he would have room to crawl up on to the bed. Now his knees were touching mine. He traced the length of my legs from my ankles to the middle of my thighs. His touch was hot and dry.
I began to feel the electric charge that builds up between two people as they begin to connect. Jim moved his hands up and down the top of my thighs. Each pass coming closer to the fabric that still inprisoned my now raging hardon. Jim then let his hands fall into the warm inner aspects of my now trembling thighs. With deliberately slow movements his thumbs traced the the line where my briefs met the top of my legs.
"I always wondered," Jim mused, "what it felt like when Melissa touched me like I am touching you." He continued his delicate massage as he spoke.
I was mesmerized by his touch. My whole body was charged, wound tight on the inside like a spring. I was concentrating only on remaining calm and still. And trying to remember to breath. Jim leaned close and I could feel his breath on my thighs. His slow touch had finally ventured over the soft cloth that covered my straining manhood. He traced the outline of my penis. His index finger tip felt the widening wet spot at the tip of my glans.
"She doesn't really like to touch me. Says I am too big and that is why she won't suck me." Jim was playing now. Just rubbing and feeling. "Oh, if I press her, she will take my cock in her mouth but she won't let me ejaculate. Just a quick suck and a lick then she lays back and wants me to slip it to her."
Jim sat back on his heels and thought for a moment. Looking down at his engorged penis then at me, "It is not too big, is it?" Then he reached up and began to slip off my briefs.
As he pulled my briefs down, releasing my erect penis, I realized this was the moment of truth. This was the moment of truth.
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