Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2005 09:35:43 +0100 (GMT Daylight Time)
From: Rick <brit-uk@homecall.co.uk>
Subject: Peter's Penis

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			       PETER'S PENIS

				By Brit18uk



I walked into our bedroom quietly. Peter had gone to bed earlier, saying he
was exhausted. My parents were abroad on business, so he was staying with
me for the week that they would be away. After closing the door carefully,
I glanced over to the bed. He was laid with just one of the duvet corners
covering his upper chest. The rest of him was naked. He was laid on his
back with one arm sprawled across the bed, the other, curled around and
over his head. His now quite hairy legs were slightly apart, and as my eyes
travelled up their length, they came to rest on his soft, white penis, that
lay resting over the two plump orbs that nestled inside his smooth silky
sac. The room was warm so his sac was fully relaxed, and as I moved closer
I could see movement inside it as his balls constantly altered position
within.

My eyes moved onto his penis with its wonderfully soft white skin lightly
traced with the blue of the veins laying just under the surface. It was, I
suppose, about 4" in its flaccid state, which was enormous compared to what
it had been the first time I ever saw him naked. That was four years ago,
when we were both twelve years old. As I got closer I realized his penis
was constantly undergoing small changes too. I watched in amazement as his
foreskin retracted slightly, then slowly rolled back into position covering
the darker pink eye it had revealed when it drew back.

I very carefully sat on the edge of the bed taking in the wonderful vision
of his benign looking genitals. I leant over and lowered my head to within
a couple of inches, breathing in the most erotic of perfumes I think is
known to man. No matter how well we shower or bathe I have found the
wonderful penis odour never quite dissipates. It is, thank God, one of
life's constants.

When he has stayed over before I have hidden his used underwear to enable
me to have a 'Peter fix' throughout the following week. His aroma has, for
maybe the past three years, always managed to get me off when laid at
night, doing what is quite universal for boys to do in their beds. I have a
plastic bag that I keep them in to retain his scent. I suspect that he does
just the same, because my used underwear is very often missing too.

I drew back, keeping my gaze upon this most amazing piece of male flesh,
aware that my own example was throbbingly, achingly hard. I reached out to
his penis intending to simply hold it for a few seconds. As I did, my
finger tips grazed his sac. The two balls within immediately began to roll
around quite of their own accord, and the whole thing, silky soft sac and
balls, slowly began to rise up from his perineum, and retract towards the
root of his penis. I watched in amazement as, constant movement within, his
sac slowly began to relax once more, ending up with the two silk covered
orbs, suspended just above his anus.

I again reached for his penis, lifting it from its resting place with my
finger tips. I moved my palm under it, testing its weight with a slight up
and down hefting movement. I gently stroked my thumb down the soft skin of
its upper surface towards the tip of his foreskin. I stroked back up its
length, whilst watching it slowly begin to roll back to reveal the darker
pink eye once more. I gave it another couple of feather light strokes. It
was filling out now, and lengthening. The foreskin had almost cleared the
glans.

As it gained weight but still remained quite soft, the glans and an inch of
shaft hung over my palm. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the
squidginess yet underlying firmness of his almost full erection. Just
another couple of gentle squeezes and it was upright, in all it's glory, a
quite firm throb plainly visible, and the previous fine trace of blue veins
now stood proud of the surface, quite red and angry, all topped off by his
rather nicely shaped, plum coloured glans.

I sat back, having let go of it, watching as it laid along his stomach,
rising and falling maybe a quarter of an inch with every beat of his
heart. I knew I would never tire of seeing Peter like this, and felt my
heart swell with the depth of feeling and love I was currently
experiencing. I rose gently from the bed, quickly and quietly stripping off
my clothes to reveal my own state of hardness, throbbing and standing tight
up against my stomach. I slowly sat back down, reaching for Peters penis
once more. As I grasped it, I was yet again amazed at the warm, soft
texture of the surface, then the feel of the rigid hardness just underneath
the skin. It was throbbing within my grasp, and I couldn't help but equate
this feeling to Peter's life force so powerfully transmitting itself to my
heightened sense of touch.

I hovered over it, unable to help myself. I was gazing at the source of so
much mutual pleasure, both visual, and physical. I watched as his
hyperactive Cowper's gland released a steady stream of the delicious
cleansing fluid from the tip. Unable to contain myself any further, I
lowered my head, and opening my mouth, I slid my lips over his glans. The
taste was pure Peter, and as I slid further down his shaft he stirred. I
raised my head just enough to be able to peer up at him, seeing that he had
raised his head too. His smile was radiant as he gently reached down to
pull me up into his wonderful embrace, then kissing me passionately.

We lay one atop the other, staring into each others eyes, often just
nibbling at each others lips. We were both very aware of the potent
hardness trapped between us as we gently and oh so sensually, writhed
against each other. The sticky wetness of release overcame both of us
almost simultaneously. We lay wrapped in each others arms basking in the
afterglow of our deeply satisfying orgasms. I listened to Peter's breathing
begin to even out and become shallower. He was very soon, deep in blissful
sleep.

Filled with a feeling of absolute fulfillment, and the most wonderful
feeling known to man, the certainty of being loved, I very soon drifted
off. As I hovered on the edge of sleep and consciousness, I felt sure that
Peter had fallen asleep with the same warm glow of love filling his heart
too.

Huggies from Brit18uk