“I don’t think it makes much difference – it’s you she loves,” I opined. “Size is overrated.”
“Easy for you to say,” Paul retorted as he pulled hard on me, trying to see how far it would stretch. “Am I hurting you?”
“No Paul, far from it. It’s been a while since any hand but mine has touched me there,” I explained. “Been about 4 years since another guy did it. It’s different, but in a good way.”
“You – you have been with other guys?” Paul asked with an stunned expression, and after I nodded he seemed to be less embarrassed about what he as doing to me.
“You keep getting harder and it keeps getting longer too,” Paul said.
“You can use both hands if you like,” I suggested, and with little hesitation I had two sweaty hands on my cock milking me.
“Can you still cum?” Paul asked. “I mean, I know when you get older…”
“Oh yes, I can still get hard and I can still cum,” I assured my neighbor.
“I could never last this long,” Paul confessed. “The minute I start playing with myself I shoot. I know I cum too fast for Melody.”
“That right? Well, why don’t you take off your slacks and let’s find out about that,” I suggested, and when he looked a little conflicted I added, “Hey, we’ve had a few beers and we’re a little silly. Besides, I feel funny standing here like this while you’re fully dressed.”
“I couldn’t,” Paul responded, shaking his head at the suggestion.
“Then maybe I can,” I said, and with that a reached over and grabbed him by the belt. “I think all you need is a little coaxing. I can already see how excited you are.”
There had been a tent forming in the front of Paul’s khakis, and although Paul took one of his hands off my cock and put it on my wrist to stop me his grip was weak and he wasn’t moving like he wanted to get away. Paul did shake his head and mumbled, “Please don’t,” but his other fist remained onto my cock like a lifeline while my hand deftly undid both the belt and the clasp on his slacks.
When the clasp came free, the weight of the things in Paul’s pockets and gravity took over, and as the slacks slid down Paul’s lightly tanned and practically hairless legs he made a face as if he was in pain, clenching his eyes closed as his hand trembled on me.
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it Paul?” I asked as I looked at him standing there in his tight white underwear, and although he was visibly shaken one thing was unfazed.
I smiled at the way his dick stuck out against the cotton, and I knew that the wet spot on the otherwise brilliantly white fabric was not from incontinence, which was why I was perfectly willing to reach down and rub the bulge with my finger.
“Oh my,” I said as Paul’s whole body shook from my touch. “You’re even harder than I am.”
“Please,” Paul whimpered as my hand went up to the elastic of his briefs.
“It’s okay,” I assured my neighbor who still had his eyes clenched shut with the fist squeezing my cock showing surprising strength. “You don’t want me to stop – any more than you wanted that teacher to stop years ago.”
“I know what you really want,” I informed Paul when I slipped my hand under the elastic of his briefs and reached down, “And I know you don’t really want me to stop.”
“Oh!” Paul gasped when after my fingers slid through a modest tuft of pubic hair they found his prick and the little fellow was hot and as hard as steel.
“See? Doesn’t that feel good?” I asked as I held his dick in the cramped confines of his underwear for a few seconds before letting go so I could ease the briefs down his thighs a bit. “There. And you can open your eyes you know. It’s okay.”
I was kind of glad that Paul had his eyes closed when I first took his underwear down because even though I was prepared to see something that wouldn’t be all that visually imposing, I suspect that my poker face had probably cracked a bit when I saw how small Paul’s dick was.
I’ve seen and held countless cocks in my time of every shape and size in my life, but none as modest as Paul’s endowment. The ghostly pale dick was no bigger than a thumb, with the head of his circumcised tool about as big as an olive, and if I had to use a word to describe it I would have picked adorable, much like the way Paul opened his eyes expecting admonishment.
“Okay?” I asked my neighbor, who nodded and then joined me in looking down at our cocks waving near each other, and while I wanted to reach down and take hold of Paul again I was afraid he would ejaculate at first touch because there was a bead of pre-cum on the tip of his dick already so I let him do what he wanted.
“See you little it is?” Paul asked me, and as our cocks did this kind of air ballet around each other I was going to pooh-pooh his observation but that would have sounded foolish given the facts.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” I said to my neighbor as he brought the tip of his cock over to mine, and when I realized what he was doing I gripped my shaft to steady it as his pale cone eased into my foreskin, and we both shuddered when the tips touched. “That’s it, push it in harder.”
Because I have a rather long foreskin, Paul was able to push his glans in there, sharing my shroud. I sensed by the expression on his face that this must have been something his former teacher had done with him and he was reliving this again through me.
That was alright by me because not only did it feel nice, the visuals involved were erotic too. Seeing Paul’s stem almost being swallowed up by my cock, with the lump his dick caused under my foreskin resembling a mouse being swallowed by a snake, was so hot that I used my free hand to grab the bulbous lump hard, and the second I did I saw Paul’s face contort.
“It’s okay,” I whispered as I watched Paul’s face speak volumes as he came, his body shaking as I crushed our cocks together. “That’s it. Cum hard for me.”
That he did, and as he stood in front of me on wobbly legs, his dick finally stopped spurting and he slipped out of the vice I had created, leaving my cock waving in front of me while his cum drooled out of my shroud and onto the floor.
“Told you I cum too fast,” Paul lamented with a red face.
“Hey, if it was good for you,” I suggested, adding that I liked it too.
I didn’t want it to end though,” Paul admitted. “It felt so good for me. Can I…”
Paul started to say, and then just knelt down before me and without hesitating grabbed my shaft with both hands and brought me to his mouth, sucking out what cum was loitering in there before moving his lips up and down my member.
If Paul really hadn’t sucked cock since his days at the Academy, he was proving one thing was true. Cock sucking must be like riding a bike – one you learn you never forget – because after a few seconds his mouth and hands were performing like a conductor. His fists were spinning and jerking the shaft while his lips slid down almost halfway down, and when he let one hand slide under and grabbed my nuts and started kneading my low-hangers I concluded that my neighbor’s teacher had done a great job with him.
“That’s so good,” I sighed as I ran my hands through Paul’s hair, the encouragement making him work even harder.