My First Gáy Encounter (2)
He took his hand off me and said, "Sure."
I hesitated for a moment, my heart hammering. Then my hand moved as if in slow motion toward his c**k. I tentatively touched the head with my fingertips, and his whole cōck jumped as it flexed.
"Whoa," he said, his voice low, almost breathless. "Careful, man."
I smiled nervously. "Sorry… it’s just… your cōck feels different."
He laughed, a little shaky. "Different good or… bad?"
"Good," I said quickly. "Really good."
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, warm and hard. It felt similar to mine, yet somehow… more. I started moving my hand slowly up and down. All at once, the thought hit me: I was jerking off my best friend. And I was enjoying it.
"Dude," he moaned, "that feels so incredible. Even better than Leslie."
