Afternoon in the Pool-5

I worked them down to his knees and lifted my hands back up, stroking his cock with one hand and cupping his balls in the other. My first touch of a hard, naked cock! I’m not sure what I expected it to feel like. Although it was rock-hard, the skin felt smooth, soft, and silky with a band of hard but flexible muscle just underneath the surface. His balls tight and compact, filling my whole hand as I fondled them. What struck me most was the length and thickness, (although I had no experience with guys to compare it with.) When I held his balls, the whole length of his hard-on lay heavy and thick along the inside of my forearm, the tip of his cock reaching mid-way between the inside of my wrist and elbow. I now know that, as far as size goes, John was average, but my tiny hands and small build emphasized the relative size of John’s cock.

The effect of my hands on his naked cock almost sent him catatonic. He was breathing through gritted teeth, his eyes half-closed, his head thrown back, and making guttural noises in the back of his throat.