His own penis felt good of course, but somehow he knew that Rafael's would feel even better.His own penis felt good of course, but somehow he knew that Rafael's would feel even better. He pressed the tip of his finger against the minute slit, then down into the groove that lay under the head. He rubbed gently. Rafael twitched and then pulled back. "That tickles, when you do that,..." he giggled, "Do it some more," he instructed a second later. Grant was quick to oblige, stroking the sensitive glans with just two fingers and his thumb, rolling the 'bulb' between them. "Hmmmm,... that's feels so yummy. It's better than just rubbing it. I feel like I have to go pee," Rafael sighed, his eyes half-closed in growing delight. "Don't you dare pee in my bed," Grant giggled, "Or on my hand either," he added. "I won't. It just feels like that,... like I will. It's not like when you rub it fast and it feels like its gonna burst." Rafael sighed. Grant grinned, wishing that Rafael would do the same thing to him though perfectly content for the present. He squeezed a little harder and found that while the small rounded head was still hard, it was slowly getting softer. His fingers slipped down and enclosed the small shaft, beginning to rub again so as to make it stiff. Rafael shook his head, "Keep doin' it on the tip, okay?" he gasped. Grant nodded and took the little glans between his thumb and fingers. He began to squeeze and roll it faster and faster. "Ohhhhh,.... yeah,.... do that,...." Rafael gasped, "Yeah!... Faster.... Jesus,.... Grant it's wild.... Do it faster!" Rafael groaned. The boy's buttocks clenched tightly and his body arched, lifting his hips up off the bed, then he shuddered as a sudden and unexpected spasm hit him and he jerked away. Rafael rolled onto his side and pulled his knees up into his chest so that he into a little protected ball. He trembled for nearly half a minute. Grant was frightened and deeply worried by Rafael's gasping sobs, very afraid that he'd somehow hurt the other boy. Then slowly Rafael began to relax, straightening back out on the bed as his shaking passed. "You okay?" Grant whispered. "I,... I didn't mean to hurt you.... I,... I'm sorry Raf,... I didn't mean to." Rafael smiled shyly. "Didn't hurt, you dummy. |