Chapter 8: Don’t Worry Dad I’ll Get You Hard

‘Dylans cry continued until he was empty, then as his cock shrank in my hand, I laid it down on his hairs. Just before I took my hand away, the duvet settled down onto the back of my hand. It was very wet and sticky.’

‘I slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my hand. I returned to the bed and was soon asleep. ‘What happened when you woke up?’ Lewis asked. ‘Dylan must have woken first, because when I woke up, I was in bed on my own.’

‘I could hear the shower, so I knew where he was. I lay on my back and waited. When he returned, he came over to the bed and asked, ‘Did I do anything I shouldn’t in the night?’ ‘No,’ I told him, ‘What makes you ask?’

‘When I woke up,’ he told me, ‘I was bursting for a wee, so I was very hard. I took hold of my cock and felt it as I remembered how nice it had been last night. Then I realised that all my hairs seemed to be stuck together, that’s why I’ve just had a shower.’

‘He must have seen something in my face, so he said, ‘Something did happen, didn’t it?’ ‘Yes,’ I admitted, ‘But it was nothing you did wrong, it was me.’ He looked puzzled so I explained what had happened. He looked amazed, ‘So are you telling me that you have fired me?’ he said sounding incredulous.

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Did you enjoy it?’ he asked. ‘Yes.’ I had to admit. ‘Then the only thing I can complain about is that I didn’t get to enjoy it too.’ he said grinning. ‘You don’t mind?’ I asked relieved. ‘No,’ he said, ‘But I expect you to repeat it tonight whilst I’m awake to enjoy it.’

‘You want me to fire you?’ I said amazed. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I want to know what it feels like. And if you want me to, I’ll fire you too. Then we’ll both know what it feels like to fire someone and what it feels like to be fired by someone else.’

‘Wow,’ I said, ‘That would be an amazing experience.’ We got dressed and went out for the day. I think our minds were more on the night ahead than on the sights we were seeing that day. After we’d had our evening meal, we both struggled not to let it show how eager we were to go to bed.’

‘Everything comes to those who wait,’ Lewis said smiling, ‘How did it go?’ ‘It was fantastic,’ Peter admitted. ‘We went up, and once we were naked and ready to get into bed, we were both already very hard. We looked at each other and grinned.’

‘How do you want me to do it?’ I asked Dylan. ‘How about the same way as you did last night?’ he said. ‘I’ve been thinking about that during the day,’ I told him, ‘Me too,’ he interrupted with another grin. ‘I reckon it would be better if we took the duvet off and you lie on your back. I’ll sit at your side facing towards you, with my bum near your knees.’

‘Ok.’ he said as he got up on the bed. Once we were in position with my feet up towards his head, I told him to move his leg over that was furthest from me. Then I was able to hold his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.’

‘As I started stroking it, we were both able to watch my hand going up and down. It felt lovely to me being someone else’s cock and being longer than mine. Dylan had his hands at his side. The one that was between us, he lifted up and put it on top of my thigh.’

‘As I kept stroking his cock, he moved it over and held my hard cock gently, just holding it still and letting it throb in his grip. We were both so worked up. As I stroked his cock Dylan was struggling to keep his happy noises down. He had a grin splitting his face and his gaze was fixed on my hand.’

‘Soon he said, ‘I’m getting near.’ I stroked a little faster. I felt him tensing up a bit then he called out, ‘I’m coming at any moment.’ I went faster still, and he called out, ‘NOW!’ as his cock throbbed like mad in my grip and he shot four jets of cum high up into the air.’

‘We both watched the jet of cum intently as it sored up and curled over. Then we watched it cascade down onto his chest. With very few hairs it made a big lake on full view. I had kept stroking as he fired, then come slowly to a stop.’

‘I held it as it shrank in my hand, which felt rather special. Then I laid it down on his hairs. ‘Keep very still.’ I told him as I got up, his lake was spreading. I nipped into the ensuite and grabbed a handful of toilet paper. Returning I was just in time to stop it running down his side. I mopped the worst of it up, grinned at him and said, ‘If you’ve got the energy, go and wash your front.’

‘As soon as he went into the bathroom, I lay on the bed in his place and watched my cock throbbing in anticipation. When he came out, he grinned to see me in place ready. He came straight over and got up in the same position.’

‘As he took hold of my cock and my balls, I held his now soft cock. Even holding it soft felt lovely and my own cock gave a throb as I wrapped my hand around it. Dylan had a little play around first then he started stroking it slowly.’

‘He told me later that it had felt lovely having such a thick one in his hand. I told him I had felt the same about holding a long one. We both grinned. As he stroked it felt lovely, I felt quite sad that this was our last night.’

‘I lay there watching him as he stared at his hand on my cock. I felt a lovely warm feeling towards him that he was doing something so personal for me. Soon my feeling kicked in and it felt even better.’

‘As it grew, I felt more and more excited at what was to come. ‘I’m getting near,’ I told him. That made him go faster. It only seemed moments before I was calling out, ‘I’m going to come any minute.’ Then before I could open my mouth again, I did.’

As Peter said he’d called out that he was coming, he became aware that he really was feeling as if he was about to fire. He looked down his front and saw Lewis’s hand stroking his cock. He realised then that not all of the lovely feeling he had been aware of, was down to memories of his night with Dylan.

‘I really am coming.’ he managed to call out as his cock swelled in Lewis’s grip and he pumped out five jets of cum. Peter let out such a lovely scream of delight as it poured out, sending waves of ecstasy through him.

He watched it soar up and then land on his chest, it seemed to go on for ages. Finally, the last drop left his cock and Lewis slowed down then stopped. As Peters cock shrank in Lewis’s hand, it still felt big even when soft because it was so thick.

‘Finish your story,’ Lewis told him, ‘Then I’ll clean you up.’ ‘My cock throbbed in Dylans hand as I shot out all my cum.’ Peter continued, ‘He copied me and kept stroking until the cum stopped flowing. Then he held it gently as I shrank. That felt so lovely too. As he laid it down in my hairs, we both looked at all the cum on my chest.’

‘It didn’t look as much as Dylans, because my hairs hid a lot of it. They also stopped it running off my chest. I let go of Dylans cock and he got up. I hadn’t noticed, but he had brought more toilet paper back when he had gone for a wash.’

‘He mopped as much as he could off my chest, then I took it off him and went for a wash. When I returned, Dylan had put the duvet back on but was sitting on the side of the bed. As I came in, he stood up and came over to me.’

‘He put his arms around me and gave me a hug. I did the same and our soft cocks pressed together. It felt lovely. ‘Thank you,’ he said, ‘That was lovely.’ ‘Yes, it was,’ I told him, ‘Thank you to you too.’

‘We got into bed and moved up close. We lay on our backs as close as we could get. We each took hold of the others soft cock and that’s how we went to sleep. We didn’t stir all night, although we must have moved because when we woke up on Sunday morning, we were both on our sides. We were back-to-back with our bare bums touching again.’