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Times with Teddy Part 2

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Teddy's first shotsTimes with Teddy, Part 2After our first meeting that afternoon, I didn't see Teddy for almost a couple of weeks. I met him again coming out of the same neighborhood store. When he saw me the shy, withdrawn Teddy seemed to kick into place and he said hello but seemed very uncomfortable and wanting to disengage and run off. I didn't let him. I said, "Teddy stop a moment. We had a very intense encounter last week and I think we should talk a little more about what it all meant, don't you".He agreed and since I was not free at that moment to go with him we set a date a couple of days later to get together again to talk.When I arrived at his house for our second encounter he was nervous and started out being very apologetic for his "behavior" and for having been so explicit with me previously. I immediately assured him that there was nothing offensive or off-putting about what he had said the last time and that he could trust me completely to hold everything between the two of us as private and personal. I said that I actually felt honored and privileged that he would trust me with such deeply personal secrets and that I would not be offended by anything he said or did. He seemed to be reassured and to sense my sincerity so we continued on discussing sexuality and masturbation as we had in our first meeting. As we talked we found ourselves beginning to talk about fantasies and Teddy said he had been having one continuously over the past couple of weeks. After asking what that might be he paused and said that he would like to masturbate for me. Again a pause. For what seemed an eternity neither of us said anything. It had not occurred to me that he would wish to act out sexually in front of me. I had fantasized about what he looked like when he was masturbating but the thought that he would wish to expose himself was honestly not something I had expected. Slowly my sense of curiosity overcame me and I felt a little twinge in the folds of my genitals, and without giving it too long and deep consideration I replied that if he wished to do that I would be willing to watch him. He said he would. Saying this he instructed me to sit on the floor just in front of a his couch and then went into his bedroom. A few moments later he emerged wearing only his white cotton jockey shorts and I could see that already there was a prominent bulge extending from the central pouch out towards one of the side panels. He sat on the front edge of the couch directly in front of me with his legs spread apart and started rubbing himself through his pants. I could see a small wet stain appear through the fabric at the end of the bulge. Then he said "I want you to look at me" and looped his thumbs under the elastic waist band and lifting his buttocks off the couch stretched his pants down over his knees to his ankles. There he sat, hips slid over the edge of the couch with his legs spread wide while not touching himself at all, exposing himself completely to my view. His erection was an unexpected and wondrous sight. As I have said Teddy is not the most handsome of men but his real treasures are concealed ones. His cock is the most magnificent male member I have ever beheld. I have had an up close and personal familiarity with maybe some dozen in my lifetime. His is the most beautiful of all. To me the proportions are perfect in terms of length to diameter and in the way it arcs in a subtle and gentle curve from his loins. His knob has a purple ridge around it and a glistening pink head with a cute little peehole and a sexy fleshy confluence of all of these features in that spot on the underside of the tip. All hard and twitching it lay back up against his belly with a small bead of clear sex juice forming from the little slit and falling in a viscous string to his belly. His sexual tension was palpable as he peered down over his cock at my face, just a few inches from his genitals where I was contemplating every contour and detail of his rigid member and the fleshy sac draped below it into his crotch. I blew softly onto his balls which he could feel as the pubic hairs tickled him ever so gently.Wanting to prolong the tease and the tension I said: "You really want to touch yourself.... but not yet. First you have to convince me how badly you want to masturbate""Oh please let me rub my cock tip. It's so hot and aching""Really!, how does it ache?""I feel it so hard it wants to burst and my balls are dying to unload themselves.""Really? you have blue balls?""Can't you see how tight they are? They've got this enormous load of cum in them that I want to shoot out all over and show you my spermy stuff.""Sounds yummy, go ahead, I'll watch you"Whereupon Teddy placed his left hand over his balls and with his right fist formed the classical tube which he thrust his cock in and out of. The tip of his penis was covered with the lubrication he had been secreting during this whole build up and it made a sucking sound as it slid into and out of view in his hand. I was fascinated and he was turned on by my intense interest as he kept saying"Watch me, look at me, see how hard and hot I am, oh God, I love to masturbate"He carried on in this vein and then varied his routine a little as he twirled the reddening tip of his penis between the thumb and three middle fingers and pulled in straight up in the air while at the same time releasing his balls. This way I could see all of his genitals and how far his erection could extend. I could also see that his balls had somehow retracted into his crotch area and instead of a big sac of testicles his scrotum had become just a wrinkled fleshy mound at the base of his shaft and so I could see the hard line of his cock extend almost as far as his rectum. He was totally hard, totally primed and ready to explode.Then, with a grunt and heaving of his pelvis off the couch the first shot of white cum fired into the air and landed on his chest. It was followed by a couple of shorter bursts and then a slow oozing of white and clear stuff that ran from his pee slot down his cock tip and over his hand which was still gripping his shaft firmly. He gave his penis a little shake to loosen the last couple of drops and then collapsed back onto the couch.As he collapsed back on the couch he pulled a wad of kleenex from behind a pillow and handed them to me indicating that he wanted me to clean him up. I started by wiping up the string of cum across his chest and worked my way down to his cock which had become semi rigid. I wiped the tip after squeezing the pee hole back and forth to extract the last bits of cum from it. I wiped his shaft and then his balls. He had wiped his hand on his balls after relinquishing his grip on his member and so I had to wipe all the goo out of his pubic hair. After his ejaculation his balls dropped back into his scrotum and became dangling testicles again. It fascinated me to ever so gently wipe the cum off of his balls and to feel their texture and their shape inside. It must have fascinated him too because as I was gently handling his sac, his rod began to stiffen again. Thus his second arousal began. As he stiffened he instructed me in how to masturbate him. He told me to form my fingers in a ring and to pass them over and around his penis tip. I cupped my left hand over his balls and squeezed his penis tip with my right hand while he lay back, legs spread apart and his knees up over his shoulders. His whole sex area, genitals and rectum was spread out and exposed to my view. I continued to massage to his coaching.... "yes like that.... don't stop....... squeeze my tip harder."....... and so on. Finally as he was getting close he reached down to his penis tip and grasping it with his thumb and middle fingers, vibrated it intensely and rapidly for a brief period after which I witnessed his second eruption, this time less forceful but still producing a palmful of cum which this time I collected in my hand which I held on his belly and towards which he aimed his cock. This was surprising to me. I didn't think that a man had anything left to ejaculate after so short a recovery time. Teddy looked at the puddle of cum in my hand with great satisfaction and daubed his finger into and them licked it clean saying "yum yum.... want some? I declined.After his second cum He lay there still naked and exposing himself and asking me to touch him. He said it made him feel so good and so content to just have me touch him and so upon his instructions I sat there for the next 45 minutes just running my fingers up and down his cock, and fondling his balls. At one point he asked me to run my finger around his asshole, after reassuring me that he had cleaned himself thoroughly just before I arrived. I obliged hesitantly but when he asked me to poke into his rectum I said I wouldn't do that without a rubber glove. So we sat there for another hour talking about sex masturbation and what he had just done. I told him how beautiful I thought his cock was and described several others I had been familiar with. He said he was so happy to have shown me his cock and to have masturbated and I told him how fascinating it was for me to just see how the male member changes and reacts during the phases of arousal and ejaculation. We talked on in this way for maybe an hour, always with my hands in contact with his genitals and during this time his cock had varied between limp, and semi hard. Finally he pushed my hands away and slid off the couch with knees on the floor, buttocks on heels and chest upright. At this point he began stroking his cock again very vigorously. His face was grimacing and he was rubbing furiously for seemingly five minutes. I didn't want to interrupt him and he seemed to be straining with every ounce of his being. Finally he let out a long guttural groan and this pathetic little dribble of cum oozed out of his penis and dropped to the floor. I couldn't believe that he had had a third ejaculation, if that is what you would want to call it. He sank back against the couch and looked up at me with an exhausted grin of satisfaction. At this point I felt it was time to leave and I bid him farewell before he reduced his cock, which was ruby red from all that friction, to a bloody pulp.