" I said holding it forward in my hand." I said holding it forward in my hand. She explored me thoroughly with both hands, starting with the throbbing shaft, squeezing firmly with both hands and fascinated by the pulsing and spasming. She worked her way up toward the sticky head, then again down lower on my penis, noticing the urethral passage on the underside (squeezing out a little pre-cum). She examined my balls, feeling every vein, testicle, vesicle, vas deferens and other anatomy. When she went lower I said "Feel the mold line?" at the skin crease on my perineum. "Here feel this part" indicating the most sensitive part of a man (boy) - the frenulum below the head. While her hands worked on the most sensitive parts of my young adolescence, I started to feel her breasts. She was very shy about being touched, so I was very slow and gentle. I could smell her now, under the covers. I'd read and heard references to this. Usually, the comparison was to fish, though I don't see the connection. To me it just smelled like pure musky sexual pleasure - an incredible turn on. "Can I see you?" I asked. "What do you mean?" she said. "Just pull down your pants so I can see. I've never seen a girl before." "No!" she replied. "It's not fair!" I said. "I promise I won't touch!". |