I stroked his balls and he gasped, not with pain, with something else. Lust, perhaps. I did it again, then sort of picked them up, holding them on top...of my fingers while they rubbed the underside of his jewels.Toby reached down and began to masturbate, something I’d seen him do many times before. I took this as a clue and brushed his hand aside, replacing it with my own. I stroked it slowly, from just below the tip to the bottom of is shaft and back up again.“Do you have any lube?” I. She loved to tease me and we often ended up having sex. Most of the time we hung out my parents were out. This time was different, my parents were just downstairs. We were sitting in my bedroom relaxing together, talking, kissing, and generally just messing about. She lay on top of me pecking me on the lips. I could not help myself but grope her ass. I loved her ass, it was round and soft. She giggled and kissed me deeply. “You know Sean, I love my ass played with. Want to play?” “But my. She looked around to see if nobody was around, but the parking was almost empty. She started to unbutton my jeans a yanked the zipper down. I was happy with the release of my cock, it was painful enough having a raging hardon. She grabbed my cock with her hand and bend forward with her head. "Now I want to give you some release..." She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Her mouth felt like heaven on my cock. She really started sucking on it, in the meantime swirling her. It was wrong. I knew it was and I think Nate knew it too. He was so taut sitting beside me on the uncomfortable piano bench, so careful not too stray too far over the invisible line he’d drawn for himself. Gently, slowly, Nate deepened the kiss and against my better judgement I found myself welcoming him with enthusiasm. I’d never been kissed quite like that before — with a sense of wonder and reverence that made tears prickle at the edges of my eyes. How could it be wrong if it made me feel so.