I started to slowly work my hand up and down Ted's throbbing member. Beginning at the head, I pulled his foreskin back till his beet red head was exposed, then, squeezing my thumb and forefinger together, I slid back to the top, encasing his cockhead in his loose skin. Rubbing the head of his cock through his foreskin, I heard Ted groan with pleasure. I'd never been quite this bold with him before, and he was loving it! I slid my hand down the length of his pole until I could use three fingers to cup his balls, and keep my thumb and forefinger tightly wrapped around the base of his hard-on.

His pre-come juices were hot and slippery in my hand and there was no friction at all, just the smooth motion of my hand over his cock.

Ted was moaning, and I knew he would come soon.

I looked over at Jeannie, and she was equally engrossed. Al's cock was jumping from her expert manipulations. He was leaking so much that Jeannie's hand looked as if it were covered with Crisco oil.

Her eyes, though, were focused on Ted's cock, and my hand jerking it off.

Al was no slouch in the "equipment room", but from the looks of things, Ted cock was a full two or three inches longer, and much thicker that Al's. My hand could just barely close around Ted's shaft.

I hadn't seen a lot of cocks in my early years, especially hard ones, and I'd never before had the opportunity to compare two side by side, but from the look in Jeannie's eyes, I got a sense of pride knowing that MY boyfriend's cock was one that was envied. Kind of like finding out that the old chair in your kitchen is really a Chippendale. I pumped Ted's cock in long slow strokes so that Jeannie could appreciate the whole thing. I pulled his prick away from his belly, and pointed the head towards Jeannie.