Date: Tue, 3 Feb 1998 19:39:07 -0500 (EST)
From: serendip@cheerful.com
Subject: boy-vignette-03

There were times when he was tired, less eager, and yet
wanted to repeat the newfound sensation.  Lying beside me in bed,
he would stir me with caresses, his agility of the hands approached my
own dexterity.  Then my own hand would circle around his penis like
a delicate spider with knowing fingertips, which touched the most hidden
nerves of response.  Slowly, my fingers closed around his penis, at
first stroking its fleshy shell; then feeling the inrush of warm blood
stretching it and feeling the slight swell of his balls, the sudden tautness
of his foreskin.  It felt as if my fingers were playing upon a tightly
stringed instrument.

Soon his own pleasure would slow down the activity of his hands on me. 
Then drugged by my touch, he would close his eyes and abandon himself to
my dancing fingertips.  Once or twice he would try, as if in sleep,
to continue the motion of his own hands, but then again he would lay passively,
to better feel my knowing manipulations, the increasing tension.

"Now, now," he would murmur.  This meant that my hand should become
swifter to keep pace with the fever pulsing within him.  My fingers
ran in rhythm with his quickening heartbeats, as his voice begged, "Now,
now, now!"

Blind to all but his pleasure, I bent over him, my mouth near his penis,
continuing the rapid movement of my hand and at the same time licking the
tip of his penis each time it passed within reach of my tongue.  Then
his body began to tremble and raised itself to be consumed by my hungry
mouth, and then the semen would come, in little waves, one rolling upon
another, little salty waves unrolling onto my tongue.  I enclosed
his spent penis tenderly in my mouth, to cull the precious liquid of love. 
His pleasure gave me such inexplicable joy.  I returned to his side
with a contented sigh, and he wordlessly kissed me with gratitude on my
moist lips.