The feel of Marcus' hand on his neck made him want to move even closer, as if the man was pulling him in, but Peter resisted for the moment.  Those fingers threaded into his hair, and for a moment, his eyes closed to just enjoy the feel of being touched.  However, when Marcus spoke again, his blue eyes popped open.  It wasn't just the meaning of the words, but the way the man said them that got to the boy.<br/><br/>Peter bit his lip and looked down at the heavy cock, staring at it for a moment.  The hand on Marcus' neck slowly slipped down.  It was hesitant and unsure as it neared the thick shaft.  His fingers slipped open as if to grasp it.  Peter paused again only inches away, but he kept going.  His hand finally made contact, wrapping around the large thing.  "Holy shit..."  He whispered to himself.  The boy's fingers barely touched each other as they wrapped over the hot flesh.  It was very hot to the touch, the heat radiating heavily into his hand.  The feel was like warm silk over hard iron, but he never moved his hand.  Instead, Peter left it there, unmoving, but when Marcus gave him more encouragement, he slid his closed hand along the shaft, giving it a stroke or two.  It was different, to say the least, unlike touching his own, but the boy couldn't say he wasn't at least intrigued if not down right yearning for more.