Zach and I laid on my bed, making out in the darkness of my room. It was late at night and no one had bothered us for a while. I was wrapped up in his arms, as he kissed my lips gently. I embraced the kisses he gave me, flicking my tongue across his lips. He caught my tongue in his mouth and sucked softly on it. I groaned quietly, and closed my eyes. His tongue flicked over mine before releasing me from his hot grip.
"Do you, um, want to try something?" Zach asked me. I stared up at him, my body pressed up against his.
"Like what?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. I couldn't see his face, but I knew that he was blushing. In the darkness, I saw him open his mouth and that close it before opening it again. I kept back a giggle as I waited patiently. "Would you like me to try touching you?" I suggested. Zach let out a nervous chuckle before nodding his head. I smiled softly.
Zach had touched me before, but I was never able to return the favor. Until now.
Smiling, I kissed his lips again, closing my eyes as I slid my hand down his chest. I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch as I slowly reached his crotch. I could feel his erection through his pajama shorts. Cupping his crotch, I gently rubbed over the outline of his cock. It was much smaller than mine but I didn't dare say a word about it. It had taken him weeks to build up the courage to let me do this, and I wasn't about to ruin it with a snarky comment.
I rubbed over the outline for a few minutes longer before he pushed my hand away. He told me to hold on as he tugged down his shorts and boxers. In the glow of my alarm clock, I could see his erection standing stiffly in the air. I was right; it was smaller than mine. I smiled softly, wrapping my hand around it and rubbing slowly. I heard him groan, as I laid my head on his chest, watching my hand pump his cock. It felt so soft, so smooth, under my touch. I stopped rubbing for a moment to rub my thumb over the top of it. He trembled and groaned, his hand rubbing over my back.