PETER'S PENIS
By Rick
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.