Lying on the bed watching Luke at the foot I thought how beautiful he was. He was standing sideways on looking into the mirror on the inside of a wardrobe door. He was wearing just a pair of skimpy black hipster briefs which accentuated his firm rounded athlete's bum. In front they barely covered his tackle. No doubt another Asian pair he'd bought online, 'sexy men's underwear'. I could see why the girls adored him. In profile, his thick light brown hair topped a perfect body. I traced the line from the back of his head, his shoulders, his beautiful bum and muscular thighs. He had his sprinter's breast and firm flat tummy. Belo, neatly tucked into his briefs was the bulging mound he was concentrating on. He was standing, feet slightly apart, looking at himself as his hands caressed under his balls and over his stiffening cock. Instinctively my hand slipped into my own jeans as I felt my own cock stiffening at the sight. I unzipped and slid them down and he looked over, smiling, before returning to concentrate on pleasuring himself. The joy of watching him whilst sensing my own rising sap was immense. His caresses turned to something more serious and he firm bum muscles began to thrust into his hands. I could see his cock pushing against his the fabric needing to be released. He slid his pants down and out s[prang his cock. Like the rest of him it was beautiful standing there, almost vertical, ten inches of thick, throbbing, gravity defying masculinity. The helmet head glistened with moisture, the vein prominent as it pumped life into his cock. He was neatly trimmed: a few inches of pubic hair left neatly. His firm round balls were trimmed too and tight against his body. Spitting into his hands he lubricated himself and skilfully serviced himself, balls and cock, lingering over the head. Teasing and thrilling himself. My cock was pressing against my pants so I unzipped them letting my cock escape and carefully releasing my balls, like Luke, hands measuring the length of my cock. Both of us were now into serious wanking. It was a turn on to me as lying back I could see both of us working enthusiastically without turning my head. Luke turned to me and walked over, pole waving in front of him. He bent over kissing my helmet, enjoying my pre-cum before taking me into his mouth. I watched as he leant forwards, head moving up and down over my cock whilst his own waved around. He climbed on top of me, sitting across my thighs facing me. He reached forwards, spitting into his hands again and took my cock in his hands and started to wank me gently. I reached out and took him in my hands and we wanked each other, pleasuring each other as well as we could. After several minutes Luke knelt up, and bent over me and I took him into my mouth. I licked to tip tasting its salty man-juice before running my tongue up and down its length. Then I took him in tongueing and sucking until his hips drove himself deep into my mouth, vigorously face-fucking me. We both knew the inevitable climactic release was near and he withdrew. I took his wet cock int hand and wanked with increasing speed. His hands caressed his balls. His hips thrusting with increasing urgency. The cum built up in his cock and spurted out. Plop. Plop. Plop. The thick creamy cum landed on my chest. Drained, but still hard, he scooped up some of his cum and dribbled it over my cock, tossing me off with his own cum. Hands under my bum I pushed my hips up and down in rhythm to his wonderful hand job. An amazing toss! I felt that glorious sense of release as my spunk shot out landing on my chest to blend with his. I mixed it up spreading it over myself. Our sticky pleasure blended. Then a sticky satisfied ,contented doze.