Dave's Story.

We'd arrived early at the beach and the sun had not yet had a chance
to heat the sand, but it was certainly going to be hot. Indeed, it was
already warm enough for my young friend to strip off his T-shirt and
his shorts. I gazed up at the thirteen year-old boy. He was wearing a
pair of trainers - white with purple laces and matching heel section.
His slightly tanned legs were long for his age, but my gaze was  drawn
further up  to his swimming trunks.  They were somewhat old fashioned
in style - colored red with white piping.  Perhaps they had been
handed down by an older relative who had grown out of them.  The
result was that they were already a little tight- fitting on my
friend's body.  I could see the stark outline of his behind, and as he
turned to face me I could make out the clear impression of his young
penis, pushed tight against his body.  There was a red mark on his
waist, highlighted by the pale color of his body, where the tight
elastic of the trunks was chafing his skin.  The merest hint of blonde
hair from his navel down to the start of his trunks could be seen, but
apart from that his chest was smooth, with small buds of nipples which
complimented his long arms which showed little sign of adult muscle
development.  His blond hair, cut short at the sides, had been left to
grow long down his neck.

Looking at him, I wasn't sure how I was going to last the day.  Ever
since I'd picked him up from his house I'd been in a constant state of
excitement and I blessed my own good foresight in wearing a pair of
loose fitting shorts which would hide the half erect state of my own
prick.  When he stripped down to his clinging costume, my erection had
become firmer - and the day was still young.

We had set up at a secluded spot about fifty yards from the sea, at
the start of sand-dunes which stretched back and along to the
cloudless horizon.  Our towels were laid out parallel to each other
pointing towards the sea.  We were lying with our cheeks held in our
palms - looking out to the water.  I had adopted this position for a
very good reason - it hid the state of my penis, but at the same time
the pressure applied by the weight of my body every time I moved my
position kept small aches of pleasure spasming through my groin.

We lay there for some minutes, and when the weight became too much for
our arms, our heads dropped down to the towels and we lay there,
looking at each other but saying nothing.

Suddenly he got up on all fours, and then sprung into the air - his
arms stretched out, his legs kicking into the air. He stooped to undo
his laces, threw off his trainers and  started to run to the sea,
stopping after a few yards to wave me up, but then carried on, not
waiting to see if I would follow.  I knew that the cold water would
cool me down, but I felt comfortable where I was with my own inner
private pleasures.

I started to doze off and was only brought back to consciousness by
the sound of a nearby group of invisible children laughing and running
their way to the beach.  I adopted my previous position, my head
resting in my hands, and tried to catch sight of my friend.

He was just coming out of the water, straight in front of me.  I could
make out the color of his trunks, and the aura of his hair.  He walked
towards me.  His beauty was now enhanced by the sunlight highlighting
areas of his wet skin and his dripping hair.  As he came closer, I
could see that he was smiling. I could feel his pale blue eyes
resonating with the pleasure of the sea, sun and warm wind.

When he was within speaking distance, he stopped.  I couldn't bend my
neck further upwards, and as he moved upwards to the dunes I couldn't
help but stare rigidly at the front of his costume.  The shape of his
penis was quite clear, but it was in no sense erect - I wouldn't have
been able to tell whether he was circumcised or not.  The wet fabric
had become almost transparent and I could sense the white coolness of
his whole pubic area.

I turned to watch him as he came by my side and stretched slowly.
Again his arms were spread wide, and he breathed in slowly and deeply
- making his lower chest concave in shape and showing a little more of
the red mark circling his waist. He lay beside me digging his toes
into the sand behind him.  I noticed  droplets of  water still shining
in the small of his back, and his arms patched with sand where his wet
skin had made contact with the ground.  Nothing was said and soon we
both drifted into half sleep.

Again the noise of a passing group aroused us.  We both sat up and he
looked into his beach bag for a moment. and then produced a tube of
sun lotion. Unscrewing the cap with his teeth, he squirted some liquid
onto his hands and began to apply it to his arms, chest and legs.
Then, as he lay chest down, he threw the tube at me. I got up and
sitting cross legged by his side  started to apply the lotion to his
back.  I began with his neck, my fingers occasionally touching the end
of his hair line, working steadily downwards and outwards towards his
ribs.  I was forced to half rise over him in order to cover the
farther side of his body.  His skin was smooth, like warm liquid glass
which rippled under the pressure of my hands.

I reached the red line and paused for a moment, wondering whether to
cross the threshold or not. I was almost completely erect, my prick
straining against the top of my shorts.  My fingers gradually crawled
under the waist-band, only an inch or two in. I waited. I then moved
my hands apart around his hips where again I stopped.  He made the
slightest movement by raising his chest from the towel.  This allowed
my thumbs to meet over his navel, my fingers pointing and feeling
downwards. Holding my position, I felt the slightest hint of the end
of his cock.  He was now hard.  After a few moments he lowered himself
downwards, trapping my hands underneath him. I pulled them out and
wiped the remaining lotion into my own chest.

I knew that I was going to have to relieve the intense pressure from
my own cock, and I also knew that it wouldn't take long to do.  I lay
down on my towel again, and then noticed that his right arm was
pointing down towards my towel and that his hand was clenching the
sand beneath its surface. I wriggled closer to him, knowing that his
hand might be at the same spot as my erect penis.  It was.  Slowly I
moved my ass down  - in towards the sand and then back.  His hand did
not move, but I felt the pressure of his fingers against my cockhead.
I repeated the action making only  slight movements, but enough to
urge my balls into letting loose their own lotion. My movements grew
quicker and a little more active. His hand stayed put as I felt the
intense promise of relief start at the base of my cock. I squirmed
heavily into the towel  cumming into my shorts in long spasms.  As I
felt the material grow damp around my prick area. I could feel  his
fingers curve up and touch the shape of my spent penis.

Again we lay there, looking into each other's eyes.  I couldn't make
out any emotion in his face, he seemed neither worried or pleased.  He
withdrew his arm towards his body and placed his hand under his towel
in the region of his genitals.  I noticed the small motions of his
behind and could imagine his fingers feeling his stiff prick and him
relying on his small movements to  give himself his spasms of
pleasure.  His face  suddenly became serious, he closed his mouth and
clenched his eyes,  drawing his lips together.  His butt gave one
strong heave into the sand, and his eyes shut tightly.  I noticed the
smattering of freckles on his face as his cheeks were forced upwards
by his facial movements.  After a moment, his body relaxed and he
opened his eyes.  This time there was a faint smile of relief which
was perhaps highlighted with a hint of having showed off. He could do
as well as I could.

We  now both had a problem -  his worse than mine.  There would be
obvious wet stains at the front of our shorts.  There was no choice
but to stay where we were until the cum had dried up.  I cradled my
head in my arms and replayed the previous minutes through in my mind.
I imagined variations on the theme - with us both on our backs and
openly playing with each others tools.  I imagined leaning over him
and kissing him on the mouth, on his neck, on his midriff, the tip of
his penis, its base and then kissing each of his balls contained in a
hairless scrotum.   I fell into a doze dreaming of fingers roaming
over his buttocks and towards his ass hole.

I was awoken by a hand digging into my shoulder.  He was squatting on
his haunches.  I looked at his trunks and noticed only a small blob of
wetness in his prick area.  I looked down towards my own shorts.  I
could feel the stickiness of my cum in my pubic hair but there was
little outward sign of my previous activities.  We got up and without
a word began to run  towards the sea.  I wished that I could take his
hand, but had to content myself with running close to him, our hips
and arms colliding now and again.  We reached the water and continued
to run, until the strength of the waves slowed us down.  We stood
there letting the shock of the cool temperature run through to the
inner core of our bodies.  He started splashing me first and I
responded by scooping up great sheets of water with my arm, jerking
the ensuing wave in his direction.

This continued for some time until he came towards me, with his arms
hunched  gorilla-fashion.  Standing on tip-toe he put his full weight
on my shoulders hoping to force my head under the water - but I was
too strong and just stood there whilst his chest came into contact
with my own.  He continued pressing down, until his feet were off the
sand and he was supporting himself with his arms.  I took a sudden
step backwards and fell back into the water with him on top of me.
The water closed over my mouth as I continued to fall he followed me
down.  As he became covered by the waves, I moved my arms around his
body  and held him for a few seconds until we were forced to separate
and come up for air.

We both laughed and he tried the same action again.  This time I let
my knees buckle, and this time as we fell towards the floor I put my
hands under his bottom supporting him as we stood there with our
mouths just parallel to the surface.  We kept this position until he
let his legs stretch out and touch the sea-floor. I kept my hands
where they were until, as I had done previously, I moved them round to
his front and dipped them into the front of his trunks.  I peeled the
trunks down until they were around his thighs.  My right hand moved
towards his penis.  The temperature of the water had reduced it to
minimum size, and his ball sack was just a nut-sized  appendage
underneath it. The whole area was entirely smooth to the touch, the
coolness of the water increasing the sensation as my hand moved over
the area.   My left hand meanwhile had crept round to his ass, my
middle finger resting against his hole as I slowly moved it round the
opening.

He moved his arms around mine and started to massage my cock with both
hands.  One hand moved inside my shorts and felt for my prick,
brushing against my pubes.  He gently massaged the tip between his
thumb and fore- finger.  A family group playing with a rubber ball
were getting dangerously close to us, and we were forced to disengage.
We stood back from each other, he pulled  up his trunks and we strode
towards the shore-line. We walked slowly back to our pitch where we
dried ourselves with our sandy towels.

It was time to eat, so we picked up our belongings and  made for a
nearby snack bar. I realised that the ache I was feeling in my groin
region was now due to an urgent need to piss, rather than from any
other source.  We both entered the toilets, and walked towards the
urinals.  He had no choice but to pull  the front of his trunks down
in order to free his penis.  I saw it for the first time -  two inches
long perhaps and intact with a pursed circle of skin at its tip.  I
was correct in my previous estimation and from what I had felt whilst
we were in the sea - the area around his cock was free from hair and
was an expressionless white in color. I took my own cock out and only
managed to start to piss with difficulty despite the pressure from my
kidneys.  He looked down at me, his hand almost involuntarily pushing
towards my shorts but we were interrupted by the sound of some other
men entering the hut and we were forced to look away from each other
and finish up separately.

Entering the snack bar, I ordered some hamburgers with fries and we
sat opposite each other at a small table near the entrance.  Our arms
lay on the table close together but not touching.  The hairs on my arm
just touched the smooth surface of his arms which were now slightly
reddened with the sun.  I could see slight salt marks as the water had
evaporated from the skin.  They reminded me of our invisible dried cum
which had been washed off by the action of the sea water just half an
hour or so ago.

The meal arrived but neither of us could summon up much enthusiasm for
the greasy food.  I poured out some ketchup onto my plate  and coated
a few fries with the sauce.  He didn't bother to do the same, but
merely dipped a few fries into my sauce and languidly inserted them
into his mouth, chewing slowly.  He didn't look directly at me, his
gaze seeming to be fixed at no particular object as he felt for some
more fries.  I moved my arm so that there was a definite connection
between us.  He moved his head away from the distance and stared
slowly at the meeting point of our two bodies.

Finally we got up. paid the bill, and headed towards my car.  We
passed an ice-cream kiosk where I bought cornet for each of us.  Our
pace slackened to a crawl as we licked the cold cream.  As the mound
disappeared his tongue flicked out further into the wafer; turning
towards me he smiled - looking for a moment younger than his age.  The
remainder of the cone was eaten in a trice and he ran in order to
reach the car first.

The interior of the car was scorching hot, and he put on his T-shirt
in order to protect his skin from the burning seat.  He didn't bother
to put on his shorts however, and I drove off  glancing at his trunks
and his legs upon which a few blonde hairs were noticeable in stark
relief to the red tint of his calves.

It was about half an hour's journey back to my house.  It had been
agreed that I would take him straight back to his mother's apartment,
but it had been assumed that we wouldn't get back until much later, so
there was no need to worry about us arriving late.  I wasn't sure what
his attitude would be when he realised that he wasn't going straight
home, but I decided not to forewarn him.  I switched the radio on; his
hand was soon lightly tapping his thigh in time to the music.  The
windows were wide open which let a strong stream of cooling air into
the vehicle.  His blonde hair was ruffled up and he occasionally
stroked his hand through it, with his hand coming to rest on the back
of his neck. His other arm rested  on the open window sill, and as the
journey progressed, he slipped down in the seat, his legs stretched
out ahead of him.

I felt myself start to get excited again.  With one hand on the
steering wheel, the other dropped down to make contact with his hand
still strumming along in time with the music.  He made no attempt to
move my hand and very gradually he guided his hand over towards his
pubic area.  It came to rest directly over his prick.  Still in time
to the music, he pulled his hand away, leaving mine beating time by
itself.

I began to detect a faint stirring from his penis.  His trunks started
to fill out and I pulled the top band up to release the pressure of
his erection.  Soon the tip of his cock became visible and I let the
elastic back, so it rested on the lower part of his penis.  The
foreskin was still in place, but was now being pulled out by the bulge
underneath it. As I started to stroke it softly with my fore-finger,
his prick spasmed even more upright.

He now withdrew his arm from the window, and his other hand joined
mine in the light massage.  Suddenly he made a rapid movement with his
arm and as he did so, the foreskin peeled down allowing the glans to
fill completely. I squeezed it and felt the blood rush out of it, only
to feel it slowly return when I released the pressure. My hand then
slowly slipped under the trunks as I searched for his balls.  I
lightly touched them, and then covered the whole of his young cock
with the palm of my hand.

I slowed the car down; we had arrived at my house.  He glanced up,
showing no disapproval in his face.  I got out, collected our stuff
from the back seat and walked up to my front door.  I turned round  to
watch him following up the path.  His erection hadn't subsided  much,
and the sight of his small mound made me reach down and press hard
against my own larger version.  I opened the door  guiding him in
ahead of me. The sudden coolness forced him to fold his arms together,
and the light hairs on his legs started to stand upright.

I threw the bags onto the kitchen table and got us a coke each from
the cooler.  After a few minutes, I collected two fresh towels from
the cloakroom, and returning to the kitchen  threw one at him, and
headed up the stairs to the bathroom.  Not daring to hope that he
would follow, I opened the bathroom door and paused.  The stairs
behind me creaked a few times, and I switched the light on, and
started the shower.

He came into the room and made for the toilet.  With my back to him, I
stripped off my clothes and walked into the shower.  Through the
curtains I could see him slip off his T-shirt, push off his trainers,
and then dig both hands into the sides of his trunks, slowly push them
down and step out of them.  He lifted the seat of the toilet and
without touching his  prick, began to try to piss.  Opening the shower
curtain, I could see that only a few cursory drops seemed to come out.
He touched his cock and I could see that his problems were caused by
the beginning of an erection.

Not bothering to grab a towel, I left the shower and walked over to
him, leaving behind a trail of watery footprints on the floor. Putting
my arm around his back, I guided him into the shower cubicle.  I
closed the curtains and stood him directly under the shower.  He
automatically put his hands to his face,  then up to his hair.  I
walked up to him, my own cock by now quite erect, and stood against
him, my balls just about level with the top of his ass.  I pushed my
chest against his back, whilst holding my arms around his chest.  I
felt the blood coursing up and away from my own prick and continued to
hold him tight.

We stayed like that for a long time, with the shower sputtering away
over our heads.  My hands roamed upwards to rub his smooth chest and I
started to stroke his nipples, each hand lightly touching merely the
tip of each point and then circling round it.  My hands descended
again, this time rubbing around his navel, until I finally made
contact with his erect penis once again.  Turning him round, I dropped
to my knees just lightly holding his thighs.  My head leaned down, and
opening my mouth I licked the tip of his prick gently with my tongue.
His own hands came down to the top of my head, not forcing me on, but
holding it steady.

I lowered my head further  gently wrapping my mouth around his prick
and sucked gently.  His hands kneaded my hair gently as I started to
suck once again.  I then lifted my head clear, and took the top of his
tool between my fingers.  With the help of the water as lubricant the
foreskin soon parted from the head, and I slid it fully down.  I
lowered my head down to his ball bag which was holding  his balls
closely into his body.  I noticed the color of his cold white skin
which was  emphasised by the red sun burnt patches on his calves and
the red ring which was still visible around his midriff.  I licked all
around his scrotum feeling the shape of each ball with my lips. I then
slid my tongue up from the base of his prick right to the top, turned
my head  coming to rest once more with his prick in my mouth.  His
fingers  now pushed through my hair with more urgency, as I continued
to suck.

He started to thrust gently with his hips, the running water seeping
into my mouth as my lips stroked around the cock.  His thrusts began
to increase in pace and I tightened my lips, sealing his prick into my
mouth.  The thrusting grew in urgency, his penis hitting the roof of
my mouth now and again.  Suddenly I felt him stand on tip-toe, pushing
my head back and I felt his spasms vibrating through my tight lips.
His cock jerked, and I was just about able to detect the flecks of
warm cum as they spurted from him, and mixed with the water in my
mouth. The thrusts continued a few more times, and then he stepped
back onto his feet.  I now sucked once again on his prick, hoping to
prolong his pleasure for as long as possible.  As he withdrew from me,
I slowly stood up and kissed him on the lips.  He opened his mouth
just a little, my salty tongue flicking against his.

My own erection was now pressing firmly into his chest.  He looked
down and knelt in front of me, forced to balance himself on his
haunches in order for his face to be level with my cock.  He put both
hands round it, one on top of the other and began to rub it up and
down.  I was already very close to cumming and wondered whether to
warn him or not.  His face got close to my cockhead, his mouth
opening, but it was too late - I felt the cum erupt out and spew out
over his face, shooting into his hair and dripping over his hands and
chest.  He still continued to rub me for a few minutes, as the jets of
water began to wash the white globules away and as my erection began
to capsize.

I stood him back up, and we kissed again, this time with some urgency.
Our mouths opened wide, and our tongues played with each other as our
arms grasped each others backs, clinging fiercely to one another.  The
water from the shower continued to flow as we finally stood away from
each other - the noisy jet of water creating a sparkling barrier
between us.  Soon we were soaping ourselves down  and washing each
others hair. I turned him round and began applying the soap from my
hands to his ass cheeks.  As I did so, my thumbs gradually forced the
cheeks apart so that I could see his pink hole in all its glory.  I
reached down and kissed it, flicking out my tongue, which caught the
taste of soap, and felt the slight wrinkles around the hole.  He was
forced to steady himself with his hands flat against the wall of the
cubicle.  I continued to rub with my hands as I gradually inserted one
finger about half an inch into the beckoning darkness.  I felt his
arms stiffen in shock and I quickly removed the offending object.

As I reached to turn off the shower, he opened the curtains making for
his towel which was draped over the side of the bath. I noticed the
two sets of wet footprints on the floor, mine - which had begun to dry
- and his smaller ones, planted in each of mine.  We dried ourselves
as I decided on what to do next.  I didn't know whether he'd be
interested in carrying on or whether he might have gotten tired of it.
I needn't have worried for having finished drying his hair, he threw
the towel into the bath, took a step up to me and put his arms around
me.  I leant down  kissing him lightly on the nose.  Without relieving
the pressure, my mouth slipped to meet his, and we stood there locked
together for all time.

He drew away, and took my hand.  Opening the door, we stepped out into
the hall way.  Without hesitation I steered us towards my bedroom.  We
went inside.  With the light streaming in through the window, it
seemed a pity to darken the room, but caution got the better of me, so
I pulled the curtains closed.  Meanwhile he had got onto the bed lying
down on his back his arms straight down by his sides.  I stood at the
foot of the bed, gazing down at him.

I tried to drink in the sight, trying to instil it onto my  memory.
By his ears, his damp blonde hair lay on the pillow.  His eyes were
open, staring up into the ceiling; his freckles seemed to have
deepened  in colour rather as if some dirty water had dried on his
face.  His mouth was slightly open, and I could see the end of his
tongue held between his milk white teeth.  I glanced further down.
His chest was rising and falling evenly, his nipples barely moving at
the top of each breath.  His penis was completely limp. As I studied
it, I began to imagine the growth of soft pubic hair.  His penis began
to enlarge in size, until it became the size of an adult's.  His
scrotum began to sprout hair, and the size of his balls increased
until they sat in their bag waiting, full of young spunk. My gaze
followed down his legs, now covered with downy hair, to his feet now
spread slightly apart.

I blinked once, and he became a boy once more. I knelt down on the
bed, with my knees between  his ankles.  I folded my torso over his
genitals with my head resting on his chest.  I kissed along the fading
red mark of the shorts, gradually forcing myself up his body.  I
stopped at each nipple, sucking and teasing them with my tongue.
Moving on up, I licked his chin, mouth, nose and then each ear in
turn.  Finally I buried my face in his hair, my hands massaging the
sides of his head.

He responded by clinging to my back, and pulling me as far onto his
body as he could.  We both had erections by now and I knew that this
time our orgasms would take longer to achieve and hopefully give us
the height of the day's ecstasy.

I pulled off to lie beside him. Leaning over, I took him by the chest
and slowly turned him over onto his front.  I just had to make a full
exploration of his ass and study the treats it held in store.  I bent
over his butt and pulled the cheeks apart to study his hole.  It was
pink, gradually deepening in color, until the color was lost in the
depths of black infinity.  I licked my middle finger, and sent it on
its mission of exploration.  It reached the limit, but as I paused for
a moment, he made a slight movement with his ass, forcing my finger to
make its first slight entry.  His previous misgivings seemed to have
been overcome, and I grew more confident.  Once again I moistened the
finger, and once again inserted it so that it sunk in by about half an
inch.  This time there were no further movements from his body and I
forced it in a little deeper.  I let it rest there, and then circled
it round, testing and probing future limits.  The passage-way still
felt very dry, so I withdrew again, and with one hand pressed against
his butt, I reached out to my bed-side cupboard and managed to open
the top draw.  I grabbed a jar inside, unscrewing the top with one
hand, and plunged three middle fingers into cool soothing ointment.

I leant over his butt, and lowered my face to the hole.  I kissed it,
managing  to deposit some saliva at the entrance.  I pushed my
lubricated finger back  into its previous position until I could feel
it pressing against his protecting muscle.  Gradually, I pushed down,
withdrew, and pushed again. His ass began to make small movements in
sympathy with my rhythm.  At last I broke through, my finger being
swallowed up past the second knuckle.  I continued the small-time
fucking, and began to introduce a second finger.  He was tight but
within a short time I was deep and wide within him.  His ass jerked
spasmodically, he was obviously unsure whether he was in pain, or
whether the promise of good feeling was enough to keep him going.

By this time, my own cock was panting in anticipation, with its own
small slippery contribution evident at its head.  My fingers slipped
out and I crawled over him, my cock straining to find his entrance.  I
grasped the pot of lubricant, and thrust it straight into my erection,
threw it onto the floor. placed my cock at his opening and thrust
down, with more force than I had intended.  I heard a moan from
another body, but I pressed down regardless. I went straight through
the defensive muscle, all within the same thrust until I reached the
limit, with my balls pressed up against his white buns. I stopped and
listened to the heavy breathing from beneath me. There were small
gasps or choked  small cries from this other person.  I pulled my cock
back until it was almost out and then plunged back again. Without
waiting, I withdrew again and then pushed in more slowly, savouring
the tight smooth sensation which rippled through the length of my
cock.  At the bottom of the trust I stopped, relaxing my body over the
other.  My hands found  shoulders, and I began to massage them,
gradually pulling my hands further down the back, until I reached
halfway down.  I pushed them down until they met under the chest.

However, my penis was now aching for its consummation.  I began to
fuck in small thrusts. Despite itself, the body under me began to
answer my movements.  With my hands stroking the chest and supporting
my weight, my actions became faster.  I felt myself searching out new
depths and then as I made my final lunge, my body froze as I felt the
cum rush up my shaft.  I felt the middle of my body disappear  - all
that was left was my brain, my legs and my red hot penis, showering
and stroking, digging and forcing its liquid out into this other
person.  I pushed again, another spasm threw itself out of me, and
again and again until I had no more to give.  Quickly I pulled out.

He turned over, his eyes were shut tight, he had sucked his lips into
to his mouth.  His hands held over his chest  were clenched shut.  His
erection, though, was the biggest I had seen it.  The glans was free
of skin and looked ready to burst -  the veins standing  out sharply
against the whiteness of the shaft.

I lay on top of him, trapping his hands beneath me.  My wet prick
skidded over his chest as I  kissed his tight mouth.  There was no
response this time.  Gradually I felt him relax, unwinding his lips
and his hands.  I lay still. until after a couple of minutes he gently
pushed me off of him, until we lay on the bed, on our sides, facing
each other.  Still seated on the bed, he swung himself so that he
could reach out for the floor. He made a slight shift away from the
bed, and then clambered back, holding the lubricant.  This time, he
smiled, and plunged his own stiff prick into the pot; no doubt finding
the impression that I had left in it earlier.

There was no way that his short tool could give me a satisfying fuck,
but on the other hand, there was no way that I was going to stop his
experiment.  I slithered off the bed backwards, so that my feet were
touching the floor. He clambered off the bed, and went round to stand
behind me. I reached behind to my buns and held them apart as much as
I could. I felt the cool end of his cock at my ass hole, and then he
pushed in.  I could take it easily and tried to clench my buttocks in
order to give him the same tight feeling that I had just experienced.
I felt him force himself all the way in and then  stop, as I had done.
I dropped my hand so that I could feel my own balls, and then I
slipped it back towards his cock.  I felt the bond where his shaft was
glued to my body, and then reached downwards to his tight testicles.
I rubbed the bag with my thumb as he started to thrust once more. I
left my hand where it was  - feeling the friction as his cock hurtled
its way in and out.  Occasionally he pulled too far out, and I felt
him anxiously guiding his slippery tool back into me.  He was becoming
more and more urgent as the sound of his body slapping against mine
increased.  I felt him tense up, and his balls quiver as his scrotum
tightened even further.  He gasped, and I felt his cum fly into me as
he continued thrusting as each spasm poured out of him. I tried to
imagine his feelings, wondering if the intensity of his grown-up
orgasm had finally exhausted his young body. His movements decreased,
and in one move he withdrew his already softening prick from me.  I
stood and turned round and held him in my arms.

I led him back to the bed, where we clasped each other -  our damp
bodies together with our moist pricks  - never to be separated, never
to be apart and never to be alone.