#327238 - As I ministered to him, holding his head and cleaning the stray blood from around his nose and cheeks, one of his hands strayed behind me and gently rested on my waist; still looking up at the ceiling clutching my improvised ice-pack, he was only steadying himself but it all gave me that feeling of ‘butterflies’ in the pit of my stomach, as my cock began oozing pre-cum into my white cotton briefs. Impulsively, I grabbed his waist and pulled him toward me and as our bodies merged, we kissed again, in full view of passers-by. It lay throbbing against his stomach, the blood pumping eagerly into every vessel, as it grew before my eyes and his glistening cock-head emerged from beneath its uncut covering, to reveal its throbbing pink helmet, oozing a tiny blob of pre-cum.