Date: Mon, 02 Nov 2009 19:08:14 +1000
From: writersanon@hushmail.com
Subject: Caught staring part 2

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			Caught staring. Chapter 2.

As I woke I wiped the sleep from my eyes. The feeling of sex still
hung heavily in the room. I rolled over and saw Anthony. The memory
of last night came streaming back to me: the passion, the lust, but
most of all the exhilaration. I thought back to his young tool; his
ruby-red glans that shimmered under the incandescent lights; the
smooth-skinned shaft on his long delicate rod; and as always, his
weighty testicles in their saggy teenage pouch. Oh how jealous I
was of his balls!

I looked over to him and as I did so he rolled onto his back. He
was still asleep, but parts of him were wide awake. I quickly
recalled we'd both gone to bed naked. His rigid dick was pointing
straight up, making a pronounced tent in the sheets. The shyness
that had controlled me last night ceased to exist altogether as I
slowly took the blankets down and moved over to inspect him. As I
rolled the covers back his engorged dick sprang up against his
flat, hairless stomach. What I sight it was. Tanned and toned, and
now adorned by a perfect cock.

He was beautiful, and I was rapt. Now, I could take my time. I sat
on the edge of the bed so I was in line with his package. As usual,
the source of my fascination was his balls. I grabbed the loose
skin in my hand and rubbed it. Then, I grabbed both of his big nuts
in his sack and pulled them gently downwards, watching his hardened
cock bob up and down as I did so. I heard him whimper a little.
"Not pain," I thought. It was a whimper of pleasure.

Regardless, I left one hand cupping his balls and moved upward to
his penis. I gripped his young tool enthusiastically in my hand and
took in the finer details again. His dick just naturally just
pointed  up at a forty-five degree angle, so eager for attention. I
teased his glistening cockhead causing his dick to inflate even
more, and slipped one hand upwards, running my fingers through the
small patch of thin light brown hair above. While jostling his sack
I started to rub his cock - very slowly. He moaned again, this time
louder than before. He still seemed to be sleeping though. I
decided to pick up the pace with the jerking. I started to watch
his strong chest rise and fall more quickly as his breathing
hastened. I rubbed, squeezed and plucked his nuts more vigourously.
But when I felt his balls start to rise in his sack, I let go.

His body twitched. Then, nothing. His dick stayed fully erect,
still pointing off perfectly at 45 degrees. I moved in closer and
saw a single drop of precum rise from the tip of his knob. Now that
was something new. I leant forward and put my wet tongue to the
head of his warm cock. His whole body shook at the sudden contact.
I tasted it. It had a peculiar taste, sort of salty, sort of sweet,
but at the same time, not really either. In the end, the taste
didn't matter, I knew what it was -  it  was precum - and the
simple thought of that was making me harder than I could have
possibly imagined.


Now, I'd decided to tend to myself for a bit. My cock was literally
throbbing; pulsating back and forth. I took hold of my shaft and
began to jerk it. I had practised this many times before and had a
good motion going. As my right hand studiously stroked my tool from
top to bottom, making sure to twist and rub the head at the top, my
left hand cupped and pulled my balls. The speed of my motion
increased and I began to breathe heavily. In the same way I had
felt Anthony's testes begin to rise in their sack, mine did. And at
this exact moment, I stopped. Curious to see if I would leak any
precum like he did. To my delight, a small bubble of it began to
form. I dabbed my finger in it and took it to my lips. It tasted
much the same, but it still had its own flavour.

I looked over to Anthony. What a heavy sleeper he was. His cock was
still hard, but I had starved it of attention, and so it was
slightly less rigid than before. I leant in again and grabbed it,
kissed his head, licking and lapping, hoping for more precum. His
cock stood straight back up. I used my spare hand to trace out his
slim but muscular legs. I went higher, running my hands across his
stomach and chest. When I finally got to  his nipples, I gave them
a gentle pinch. Then a light pull. He moaned loudly and started to
stir.

I moved my hands back down to his saggy balls. As he woke, I
decided to combine it all. I took his cock in my right hand and
jerked it strongly. My left hand continued to cup and tease his
loose spunk-filled nuts and my tongue flicked gently over his dick
slit, scooping up any new precum that drooled out.

By now, he was fully awake.
"Oh shit," he muttered as I continued the threefold stimulation. He
groaned deeply. He whispered, "I'm going to cum." I removed my
mouth from his rod. Using my left hand I pulled his balls towards
the bed as far as they would stretch, causing him to whimper again.
I continued to stroke his rigid cock, wiping my palm over his knob,
causing him to shake with pleasure. It only took one more upward
stroke for cum to begin flying out from his cock. I felt his balls
tense in my hands as the first shot flew over his head onto the
wall. The second, third and fourth shots all landed on his chest
and he continued to dribble cum for a few more seconds afterwards.
Soon after his cock started to shrink back to his normal size.

"That was amazing!" he said. "But what are we going to do about
you?" he asked, motioning to my still solid 7" cock. The sun was
now well in the sky, and we both knew we would have to shower soon
and head to breakfast, if we wanted to avoid suspicion.

I spoke honestly to him.
"Just jack me off onto your chest, while I hold your balls."

It seemed like a reasonable enough request. He nodded. I moved over
to him. With my left hand still jostling and massaging his balls,
he used both of his hands to rub me. He wasted no time in doing so.
He pulled and kneaded my balls with one hand and wanked me
furiously with the other. Within 30 seconds, the sensation of
holding my cute best friend's low hanging balls in my hand while he
wanked my teenage dick got the better of me. I moaned, unleashing a
torrent of cum onto his smooth, tanned chest. 6, 7, 8 spurts of
cum.

I let out a loud sigh. As I glanced upon his cum-covered chest, I
started to chuckle.
"I think you need a shower," I said. He started to laugh.
"You're having one too," he replied, motioning downwards and
winking at me. My left hand was still holding his balls, but his
cock was no longer deflating...

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