/>Then, as the conversation was ebbing, Peter stood up and pulled his robe off. It fell to the floor, revealing his hairy body, his thick but mainly flaccid cock and large balls.

He looked at me looking at him and, instead of reaching for a clean pair of briefs as I expected him to, he smiled and rubbed his left hand around his chest, rustling his fingers through his hair.

I smiled back and he glanced down at the front of my briefs, grinning more broadly with satisfaction at the response I was showing to his display. He kept working his hands around his chest, gripping his abs and seeming to revel in the coarse wiry noises he was making with his hair. His cock began to thicken and rise up from the paired mounds of his heavy balls.

I stood up and pulled my briefs down, revealing my own rapidly hardening cock.

Then Peter squeezed his with his right hand and began gently jerking his foreskin backwards and forwards. Not long uniform strokes as he had in that first week, but short irregular tugs, changing his rhythm and squeezing the head between his fingers and thumb to bring himself to maximum size.

I grabbed my own and followed his lead, slowly and sensually stimulating my bell-end, which was easing itself out of my retracting foreskin as my cock thickened and expanded.

We stood like that for half a minute or so, facing each other in the space between our beds, our hands speeding up on our cocks as we began masturbating in earnest.

Then Peter took a couple of steps towards me and, still wanking his cock, grabbed my left hand and raised it to his chest. My fingers pressed into the coarse hair of his chest, nestling in the thick fur.

Peter's eyes were hard on my face, searching it possibly for signs of disgust or horror. I didn't show either of these, but I dare say my expression initially betrayed some of the surprise I felt.

I stared into his eyes. He gave a small sheepish grin, like he was saying, "This is okay, isn't it?"

In reply, I began gently caressing his chest, running my fingers through the wiry black hair, feeling the hard muscular skin beneath it. It was an odd sensation - a feeling that, since most of my previous sexual encounters had been with girls, I'd never experienced. The coarseness of the hair, the tightness of the muscle beneath it, were intensely masculine and unexpectedly exciting.

Peter's enjoyment was immediate. Closing his eyes and lifting his head upwards, he released my hand, allowing it to roam across his abs and around his nipples. His right hand began attacking his cock in a frenzy, jerking it faster than I'd ever seen, and he opened his mouth, gasping gently at the feel of my fingers on his chest, combing through his wonderful carpet of hair.

I looked down at his cock, his fist tight around it and his foreskin rolling and unrolling across his red bell-end in a blur of motion. I worked my left hand down to his stomach, feeling the muscles contracting and relaxing as he pushed his hips in and out to meet his hand. The hair down here seemed longer and less dense, softer and smoother except for a thick belt of coarse curly growth around his belly button, leading from his chest to his pubes.

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valküre	Posted: 2008/5/23 10:47  Updated: 2008/5/23 10:47
Tease Joined: 2006/10/2 From: Austria Posts: 35	well done... again Nevermind, Sebastian. Put it down to my being a woman, but I appreciate a good, long story full of detail. The build-up gives you plenty of time to get properly turned on. You're a fantastic writer. Keep 'em cumming :)
tea room junkie	Posted: 2008/2/5 16:59  Updated: 2008/2/5 16:59
Virgin Joined: 2006/12/10 From: central florida Posts: 1	Teching Peter This would have been a lot hotter had it been about 1/2 as long. The story however, was great.