alongside each other.

But towards the end, as my climax approached, I couldn't help but break my own mental image and reached out to caress my balls with my other hand. My right hand just wasn't enough: my left really needed to get involved.

Then I broke the silence by gasping in pleasure, and my right hand sped up on my dick, becoming almost a blur as I felt my orgasm beginning to consume me.

Peter stared over at me, no doubt fascinated to see another guy in this state.

I grabbed my discarded briefs and managed to catch all but the first few squirts of my white cum with them. Peter kept staring; watching the liquid spurting in short brief bursts from my fat purple cock head into the white material of my underpants. Even when it had subsided into a thin, weak dribble, he kept looking.

Now the smell of my semen filled the air of the room.

When I'd recovered, I stood up. Peter was still looking at me and still masturbating, the head of his cock looking a deep angry purple colour from the friction of his foreskin.

I walked over to my alarm clock and reset the alarm. My cock stood out in front of me at almost a right angle to my body: still hard, but not hard enough to curve upwards. I noticed that a thin string of my cum hung from my piss slit on the broad purple bell-end.

Peter kept looking at it and then, as I turned my arse to him and walked over to pick up my towel, he started breathing quickly and I realised he was cumming.

He spent a few seconds squirting his own sperm into his underwear, staring at the white jets as they shot in spasms from his cock.

Then, bleary-eyed, he looked up at me watching him.

I said, "I'll get a shower first, then, mate."

He nodded, still breathing quickly. And then I left the room.

******

Once I'd broken the ice by joining in with him, Peter and I started masturbating together on an almost daily basis. At first I'd wait for him to start and then join in, but after a few days, I felt confident enough to be the one to get things going.

We never spoke about it: we just masturbated together and looked over at each other as we did it, and then, after we'd both climaxed, made small talk about other stuff or went to sleep, depending the time of day.

I think Peter would have been content for it to have remained a fairly non-sensual event - just two roommates having a wank to relieve themselves - but, within a couple of days, the urge to caress myself with my left hand while I was pleasuring myself with my right became too much to suppress.

I started by playing with my balls, and Peter seemed pretty intrigued by that. I kneaded them between my fingers and thumb, rolling them around like birds' eggs in my loose scrotum. Peter stared over at me as I did it, and even craned his neck to one side to get a better view when my right hand and my cock obscured things.

Then I fondled my nipples and my chest a bit.