And play he did, as his hand gently felt each bulging vein, combed my groin with his fingers, flattened his hand against my scrotum, stretched my extended sac, and electrified my balls.
He already knew what my lonely cock desired. His fingers twisted ever so gently, stroked long and tenderly, circled my engorged head, which I knew, from my own wanking, was purple with need for release.
Slowly, he spread my emerging precum around my aching bulb, the wetness making every nerve a thirsty throat. As one hand caressed me and felt my throbbing cock, his other hand edged down my shorts to my knees. He slid his body behind me to close the space between us.
