A groan escaped my parted lips as my hungry eyes devoured his sleeping penis. It was of perfect shape and proportion and still had his foreskin, unlike my mine, and again he was totally smooth. There wasn't a single hair anywhere on his body.
And then there was a hot moth around my cock again, bringing it back to firmness and the lad was doing his work. I reached for Jose and felt his thick, heavy cock in my hand. My fingers barely touched as I wrapped them around it and started wanking his long foreskin over the huge head.
He raises his hips from the bed as my hands slip his shorts away and immediately his young cock springs free. It slaps back against his dark, smooth belly in a single bound, the foreskin pulled half way back across the tip.
He was still looking into my own eyes when he put his tongue out and started to lick the top of my dick and pulled my foreskin down gently. I let out a moan of pure pleasure with the feeling of his tongue as it caressed and slid round my knob.