Then he reached down into my jeans and did the same thing through my Jockey shorts.Then he reached down into my jeans and did the same thing through my Jockey shorts. Withdrawing his hand, he unsnapped my jeans, pulled down my zipper, and took down my jeans. I was very excited and tried to reciprocate, but he pulled away saying, "Not yet." He slid his hand into my Jockey shorts, rearranging everything so that my shaft was now vertical, the head rubbing between the shorts and his wrist. He went down and gently rolled my balls in his fingers. We managed to move together, sideways to my bed, without his ever losing his gentle grip on my now throbbing hard-on. "Now, you can undress me," he whispered, as we snuggled and rubbed our stubble together. I peeled the T-shirt out of his pants and up his chest. As he stretched his arms over his head I could see his beautifully tapered chest with the tiny erect nipples. I pulled his T-shirt off and we hugged some more while I gently nipped his nipples and moved my tongue in the finely developed channels of his gut muscles. I flipped open his belt, and stripped his pants and shorts down, taking care to pull them off his feet. I sat up and carefully folded his pants, putting them on the dresser, turning back to see his long, thick shaft lying on his belly. But when I went to caress it, he pushed me on my back, saying again, "Not now." He stripped my shorts off me and quickly moved his head down and onto my shaft. |