His cute, stiff, virgin p**** twitched in my hand. His eyes, wide and wondrous, fixated on my own. The blue of his iris seemed to deepen, darken, almost age, while I slowly stroked him.

His fingers grabbed at the fleece blanket that had been laid across the leather lounge. He pulled at it, while I found a rhythm that obviously excited him.

Up
And down
Sliding his silky soft foreskin over hos delightfully smooth and glistening c*** head.

His breathing became erratic, his muscles tensed up, and he muttered my name with panic in his voice.

“M…mandy”

His warm, thick, young load splashed out across my hand and forearm. His eyes wide with wonder while rope after rope lept from his gorgeous tight balls, and out of his throbbing c***.

Next time, I’d make a man out of him.