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PETER'S PENIS
By Brit18uk
I walked into our bedroom quietly. Peter had gone to bed earlier, saying he was exhausted. My parents were abroad on business, so he was staying with me for the week that they would be away. After closing the door carefully, I glanced over to the bed. He was laid with just one of the duvet corners covering his upper chest. The rest of him was naked. He was laid on his back with one arm sprawled across the bed, the other, curled around and over his head. His now quite hairy legs were slightly apart, and as my eyes travelled up their length, they came to rest on his soft, white penis, that lay resting over the two plump orbs that nestled inside his smooth silky sac. The room was warm so his sac was fully relaxed, and as I moved closer I could see movement inside it as his balls constantly altered position within.
My eyes moved onto his penis with its wonderfully soft white skin lightly traced with the blue of the veins laying just under the surface. It was, I suppose, about 4" in its flaccid state, which was enormous compared to what it had been the first time I ever saw him naked. That was four years ago, when we were both twelve years old. As I got closer I realized his penis was constantly undergoing small changes too. I watched in amazement as his foreskin retracted slightly, then slowly rolled back into position covering the darker pink eye it had revealed when it drew back.
I very carefully sat on the edge of the bed taking in the wonderful vision of his benign looking genitals. I leant over and lowered my head to within a couple of inches, breathing in the most erotic of perfumes I think is known to man. No matter how well we shower or bathe I have found the wonderful penis odour never quite dissipates. It is, thank God, one of life's constants.
When he has stayed over before I have hidden his used underwear to enable me to have a 'Peter fix' throughout the following week. His aroma has, for maybe the past three years, always managed to get me off when laid at night, doing what is quite universal for boys to do in their beds. I have a plastic bag that I keep them in to retain his scent. I suspect that he does just the same, because my used underwear is very often missing too.
I drew back, keeping my gaze upon this most amazing piece of male flesh, aware that my own example was throbbingly, achingly hard. I reached out to his penis intending to simply hold it for a few seconds. As I did, my finger tips grazed his sac. The two balls within immediately began to roll around quite of their own accord, and the whole thing, silky soft sac and balls, slowly began to rise up from his perineum, and retract towards the root of his penis. I watched in amazement as, constant movement within, his sac slowly began to relax once more, ending up with the two silk covered orbs, suspended just above his anus.
I again reached for his penis, lifting it from its resting place with my finger tips. I moved my palm under it, testing its weight with a slight up and down hefting movement. I gently stroked my thumb down the soft skin of its upper surface towards the tip of his foreskin. I stroked back up its length, whilst watching it slowly begin to roll back to reveal the darker pink eye once more. I gave it another couple of feather light strokes. It was filling out now, and lengthening. The foreskin had almost cleared the glans.
As it gained weight but still remained quite soft, the glans and an inch of shaft hung over my palm. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the squidginess yet underlying firmness of his almost full erection. Just another couple of gentle squeezes and it was upright, in all it's glory, a quite firm throb plainly visible, and the previous fine trace of blue veins now stood proud of the surface, quite red and angry, all topped off by his rather nicely shaped, plum coloured glans.
I sat back, having let go of it, watching as it laid along his stomach, rising and falling maybe a quarter of an inch with every beat of his heart. I knew I would never tire of seeing Peter like this, and felt my heart swell with the depth of feeling and love I was currently experiencing. I rose gently from the bed, quickly and quietly stripping off my clothes to reveal my own state of hardness, throbbing and standing tight up against my stomach. I slowly sat back down, reaching for Peters penis once more. As I grasped it, I was yet again amazed at the warm, soft texture of the surface, then the feel of the rigid hardness just underneath the skin. It was throbbing within my grasp, and I couldn't help but equate this feeling to Peter's life force so powerfully transmitting itself to my heightened sense of touch.
I hovered over it, unable to help myself. I was gazing at the source of so much mutual pleasure, both visual, and physical. I watched as his hyperactive Cowper's gland released a steady stream of the delicious cleansing fluid from the tip. Unable to contain myself any further, I lowered my head, and opening my mouth, I slid my lips over his glans. The taste was pure Peter, and as I slid further down his shaft he stirred. I raised my head just enough to be able to peer up at him, seeing that he had raised his head too. His smile was radiant as he gently reached down to pull me up into his wonderful embrace, then kissing me passionately.
We lay one atop the other, staring into each others eyes, often just nibbling at each others lips. We were both very aware of the potent hardness trapped between us as we gently and oh so sensually, writhed against each other. The sticky wetness of release overcame both of us almost simultaneously. We lay wrapped in each others arms basking in the afterglow of our deeply satisfying orgasms. I listened to Peter's breathing begin to even out and become shallower. He was very soon, deep in blissful sleep.
Filled with a feeling of absolute fulfillment, and the most wonderful feeling known to man, the certainty of being loved, I very soon drifted off. As I hovered on the edge of sleep and consciousness, I felt sure that Peter had fallen asleep with the same warm glow of love filling his heart too.
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