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He stopped masturbating abruptly and we both stared at his cock, visibly throbbing in mid-air with the same rhythm that he was panting. His body was tense, like he was fighting off the climax that was threatening to explode.

As we watched, a bead of shiny precum formed on his piss slit, growing to the size of a small pearl. I took my hand off his stomach and reached down to it, intending to rub it into the taut shiny skin of his cock head, but Peter stopped me. Perhaps touching each other's cocks was a step too far for him, or perhaps he was too close to the edge of his orgasm to have anything risk pushing him over.

When he'd recovered he looked up at me and grinned again.

I was still masturbating myself, enormously turned on by seeing him so close to his orgasm and by seeing his cock up-close oozing its juices.

Peter grabbed his cock again and continued his work, more slowly. I put my hand back on his chest and his face once again fell into an expression of pleasure, his breathing rapidly speeding up.

He reached up and grabbed my shoulder. I wasn't sure what he was doing but then realised he was trying to push me down. My first thought was that he wanted me to suck him, even though that would have been ridiculously out-of-character for the guy, but when I buckled my knees and dropped down, he followed me so that we were both crouching in front of each other.

Then he raised his left hand to his mouth and licked his middle finger, and
I understood his intentions. He pushed his hand downwards between my legs, and clumsily felt around my most private, most intimate areas, groping between my arse-cheeks, fiddling around to find my hole.

When he pressed his finger into me, pushing it an inch or so inside my passage, I gasped from both the pain and pleasure of it. My right hand speeded up on my cock and my balls started jumping around, bobbing up and down and smacking against his wrist, which was reaching underneath me. The sound of them, of my scrotum slapping against his skin like a single rhythmic applause, seemed loud in the silence of the room.

He pushed his finger into my arse up to the knuckle, and then slowly withdrew it. Then pushed it in again, maybe a little deeper, and withdrew it again. Then again, getting a little faster and a little deeper, then again. Until we were both panting like dogs, both wanking our cocks in a frenzy.

My left hand dropped away from his chest and he fell against me, his rough wiry hair rubbing into my smoother skin. He rubbed his chest against mine, our nipples coming together like they were kissing, almost grinding our torsos together.

Our hands kept working at our cocks and, for a short time, our knuckles kept jarring painfully against each other until we managed to coincide our rhythms.

I knew we were both extremely close to cumming and so I didn't hold back.

The sensation was too powerful: too intense. The feel of his finger inside my arse was amazing, slamming into me then out, in then out, and the sensation of his thick fur of chest hair rubbing into my own chest even more exciting.

After all I'd taught Peter