Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 11:45:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Chick Grope Subject: Roving Hands Part 3 Despite the many times in my life I have enjoyed the sensation of my cock held tight against another man's cock, that first time with my "cinema man" is the one that never fails to get me tingling and tossing again. It was magical. I kept looking up shyly into his eyes, wanting to be sure that I was pleasing him, that I was doing it right. There was an ache in my stiffy that was almost painful, like it was going to burst. I had never been so aroused. The warmth of his cock against mine, and the sensation of his rough hand gripping our two cocks was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I wanted it to go on forever, but at the same time, I wanted something more, I didn't know what, just something that would be special between him and me. "Isn't this good?" he said gently. "Isn't this just the best thing in the world?" "It's..it's...nice. I like it lots." "Tell me what you like best about it," he said, giving our cocks another delicious squeeze. I blushed. "I like how your....thing...feels all silky and warm against mine." " "Thing" is not the word, Jack. You can call it my cock, ok?" "Yes. Your cock." Just saying the word made me breathless. "You like my cock then?" "Yesssssssss!" "And I love your cock, Jack. I love how it stands up straight and hard and stiff like a soldier. It is a very beautiful cock." "But it's so small compared to yours," I said with a feeling of disappointment. He released our cocks then and hugged me to him. I felt almost like he loved me. "Shall I show you how much I love your cock, Jack?" Without waiting for an answer, he lifted me on to the chair opposite, and knelt down between my legs. I looked down at the top of his head as he bent forward, bringing his face to within inches of my stiffy. I suddenly felt scared. "Please! What are you doing?" "Don't worry, I want to show you how much I love your sweet boycock," he murmured. There is a first time for everything, and this was the first time I experienced the sensation of a warm wet mouth engulfing my cock. I can't tell you exactly what he did, but it felt amazing. I kept thinking he might bite my penis, but all I ever felt was the way his lips moved over my penis, and how his tongue played games with it. I was uncut (as I later learned to call it), and had never pushed my foreskin back. In fact I didn't know you could do that, but he did it. Not with his fingers, but with his lips and his tongue. Feeling that warmth and that wetness and the caress of his tongue, feeling the was his lips tightened their grip as he slid them up and down the shaft of my throbbing penis - I couldn't believe that anything could be so beautiful. Without thinking, I put my hands on his head and held him against me, like I wanted him never to stop sucking my penis into his mouth. And then, it happened again: that stiffening, that juddering, and that surging as my whole body shook with the power of the second orgasm of my life. And this time, it felt as if something was pumping out of me, a bit like bursts of pee but different: deeper, more powerful and more thrilling than I can describe. He kept my cock in his mouth, but just holding it there, not moving on it, as the surges slowly subsided. Whatever had come out of my penis, he must have swallowed it, I thought. It wasn't my fault, I couldn't help it, I just hoped he wasn't angry with me. "S-sorry," I mumbled, "It just happened." "No" Don't say sorry, Jack! It was wonderful. I loved it!" He then explained to me about coming - what he called "spunking up" - and how it was what made boys and men so much cleverer than females, and how it was the way boys and men could always have fun together. He was so kind to me, so patient. I looked at his cock. It wasn't hard, and I had a sudden urge to hold it for him, to make it hard and to make him "spunk up" the way he had done for me. I knew at that moment that it was something I wanted badly, more than I had ever wanted anything in my whole young life. I reached down and wrapped my little fingers round it. He looked into my eyes and smiled. "Thank you, Jack, I hoped you would want to do that for me." [To be continued. Comments to gropechick@yahoo.com] "If it moves fondle it"