HIS69-547 Tender Loins

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“Whew,” Alan said again. “I’m getting tired. Too much jerkin’ off, maybe.” He grinned at Tim, watching carefully for his reaction.

“Me, too. Tired, I mean.”

“Do you jerk off a lot?” Alan queried, trying to make it sound like a casual question, not one in which he was too overly interested.

“Oh, you know, sometimes. Not any more than the next guy.”

“That much, huh?” Alan grinned again. “Yeah.” Tim grinned back.

“What do you think about when you do it?”

“I don’t know, it varies.” Tim certainly wasn’t going to say that what he thought about most often was his friend Alan.

“Do you ever think about girls?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” That wasn’t entirely untrue. Tim had discovered years ago that one of the best ways to get rid of an unwanted hard-on that came at the wrong time—like when he was sitting in class at school—was to think about girls.

Alan leaned against the back of a park bench, his legs apart. Tim could now see that Alan had an erection. His hard penis was making a prominent ridge along the center seam of his shorts. Tim felt his saliva flowing again, and his head was slightly dizzy.

Carefully noting Tim’s interest, Alan grasped his stiff rod through his shorts and ran his fingers along it, stretching the cloth so that the details of its shape stood out. “See, the little guy’s actin’ up again. Do you want to see it?” he asked.

“Sure,” Tim replied excitedly.

Alan slipped his hands inside the waist band and stretched it forward, away from his cock, as he slipped the shorts down over his thighs. His hard pecker stood stiffly up against his body, creamy white, the glans glowing purplish-red. His hairless balls were contracted close to his body in their wrinkly scrotum. His soft blond pubic hair was confined to his lower abdomen, not yet growing on the legs.

“Wow, that’s a nice dick,” Tim said.