Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 10:03:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Electro-Weekend, Adult Friends, 1/1

Electro-Weekend
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

NOTE: The characters in this story are real, with only
the names changed to protect the guilty. However, some
of the sex play is fictionalized, and did not happen
exactly that way. On a printed page, characters can
have oral sex and exchange bodily fluids with no
consequences. In real life unsafe sex can lead to
problems, such as hepatitis, herpes, and HIV. Be safe!

	Tim's prick was hard and jerking inside the condom
that held the cup shaped electrode over the front of
his engorged and straining helmet. The electronic
pulses were sending sensations of delight into his
prick, driving him to ecstasy, as he eased the power
knob higher.
	We'd decided to meet for another weekend of mutual
exploration and especially electro-sex, this time at
an out of the way motel in Colorado, both of us
arriving late Friday afternoon. Once inside the room,
we'd immediately stripped, our desire overcoming any
restraint we might have had. Tim's heavy-ended prick,
with its bulky helmet, swung invitingly in front of
his loose scrotum which was about to tighten with
excitement.
	"You haven't changed at all," I said. "Your prick's
as ready to go as ever."
	"Yours is pretty nice too," he replied as he rolled
the nipple of my long, overhanging foreskin between
two fingers, generating a gentle wet friction against
my glans. Our pricks were rapidly stiffening with
excitement, and as I pulled him to me they were
pressed between our bodies.
	"I want to hug you for a few seconds," I said as I
squeezed him to me. I felt his strong arms enfold me
as he kissed my neck. We separated and stood inches
apart, our pricks pointing toward each other.
	"You must be really hot," I observed. "Your prick's
already leaking dew from its eye." The lips of his
long slit were slightly parted and wet with his clear
slippery fluid, and I touched them with my finger. As
I began spreading the viscous natural lubricant around
his slit he began to moan lightly and clasped the end
of my foreskin, stretching it out away from my body to
put tension on its nerve endings.
	"That feels so good, the way you're doing that," he
whispered. I knew that he enjoyed the light caresses
around the front dome of his engorged helmet.
	"You know just what to do with my foreskin to make my
prick feel good," I answered. He'd begun twisting my
foreskin slightly, adding to my sensations.
	"I wish I had a foreskin," he said wistfully.
	"You can play with mine all you want, Tim. It's all
yours."
	"We were both cut, but you had plastic surgery to get
your hood back," he said.
	"You could get yours back by stretching." We were
both hot, partly because of the topic of our pricks,
and partly because of the tactile contact.
	"I think we both need to come," Jack. It's been four
days since I came. I've been really busy at work. How
about you?"
	"I haven't come in five days, and you're right. We
really need to relieve the tension." My tension was
high, as evidenced by my straining erection, the
outline of my bloated glans showing clearly through
the covering skin.
	"Come on over here and I'll relieve you," he said,
leading me into the bathroom until we stood before the
sink. "This isn't romantic, but I'll make you come
fast, and then you can do me." I knew that Tim wanted
the psychological stimulation of playing with my
foreskin to build his excitement before I began
bringing him to orgasm.
	"Oh, go ahead, Tim, I really need this," I said as
Tim's firm fingers began stripping back my foreskin,
exposing the rounded front dome of my helmet.
	"You know how I like skinning you back," he said. "I
love to play with your foreskin but I really enjoy
pulling that skin back so I can see your beautiful
helmet." As his fingers worked on my prick, I was
holding his shaft firmly, studying the drops of liquid
that kept seeping from his slit. Now I ran my thumb
over the front of his glans, swiping sideways across
the lids of his prick-eye, spreading the slippery
liquid across his dome.
	"I like the way your cock-lips pout when you're hard.
That hole looks like a teardrop," he said. "It's
purple-pink around the hole, but gets darker purple
farther back." My prick was responding to his
stimulation, and I felt my cock-root twitching deep
inside me.
	"You're really reaching me, Tim. That feels so good
when you skin it back slowly." Tim suddenly stopped
and spoke:
	"Let's get into the bedroom. Your cream's too good to
waste shooting it down the sink." He led me through
the door and pushed me gently flat on my back before
climbing onto the bed next to me. Tim continued:
	"Remember when I slipped my finger inside your skin
and worked it around the head? Remember how good that
felt? Well, I want to do the same thing now, but with
my tongue." He crouched over me and clasped my prick
again, holding it upright with the foreskin pulled up
into a thick pucker. When he bent his head I felt the
tip of his tongue insinuating itself into the end of
my hood, pushing deeper and probing for my pee-hole.
	"Wow, that feels good!" I said as I grasped his prick
again, jiggling the shaft-skin up and down to bump his
flaring corona. Tim lifted his head and said:
	"I just love this, sticking my tongue into your skin.
I thought about this on the way over."
	"I wish you had a foreskin too, so I could do it to
you, Tim." His prick had a thick brown Gomco scar half
and inch behind the head. However, the shaft-skin
seemed looser than I remembered. I turned my head
slightly and licked the leaking eye of his glans,
relishing the salty flavor of his lubricating fluid as
I inhaled the musky odor of his ball-sweat. Now I felt
Tim's tongue probing deeper into my foreskin, circling
the hole, and sliding farther to caress the broad
upper surface of my helmet and making my foreskin
bulge with its thickness. His lips closed around my
hood, pushing it back to bare my glans, and I felt the
tingling contact of my helmet with his tongue and
palate.
	Tim's fist tightened on my shaft and began a rhythmic
pumping motion, bringing my foreskin up over the head
as he withdrew his lips, and then drawing my foreskin
down fully as his lips advanced to engulf my swollen
glans. We were both caught up in the passion of the
moment, sucking on each other's engorged tips and
tugging at each other's scrotums. Now Tim stopped for
a moment:
	"Better stop sucking me, Jack. You're gonna come
soon, and I wouldn't want you biting me when you
shoot." I released his hot purple glans but maintained
the stroking motion with my fist, compressing his rim
on each up-stroke as he continued to tongue my helmet.

	"I can feel it tickling," I moaned. Tim's lips and
tongue continued to oscillate up and down my helmet,
and I felt the sensations building up. A tickling
feeling encircled my rim, and then spread all over the
glans as he continued to fuel my fire. Tim's glans was
shiny and dark purple, inches in front of my eyes, as
I continued to stroke his magnificently formed prick.
	Tim sucked and stroked my prick relentlessly, and now
I felt a tightening deep inside me, a sign that my
orgasm was about to boil out of my body. The tickle in
the head changed suddenly to a hot tingle, and I knew
I was rolling over the brink. A sharp convulsion deep
inside me sent the first thick stream of fluid searing
its way up my prick like a torrent of hot lava, and I
cried out helplessly at the acute sensations that
pervaded my body and blanked out my mind. As my eyes
closed the hot cream shot from my teardrop shaped
hole, flooding Tim's mouth, and I felt his lips
tighten behind my rim as my prick throbbed again,
delivering its second charge of semen.
	Tim's other hand tugged on my scrotum, stretching the
thick skin and its nerve endings, as another hot spasm
wracked my body. I felt the thick cream boiling up my
urethra, slamming through the lips of my slit, as I
cried out again, sobbing and moaning in pure passion.
I was no longer stroking his prick, because I'd lost
all sense of direction, my mind numbed by the
overpowering sensations he was pouring into my body.
	Another heavy spasm coursed through my groin, sending
another load of juice into Tim's waiting mouth. Tim
had stopped stroking my foreskin and his lips remained
locked behind my rim as my orgasm worked its way out.
The throbs were softer now, and the fluid just crept
up my tube, seeping from my slit.
	My body relaxed as Tim released my prick, which was
too sensitive to touch. I took a few deep breaths and
opened my eyes to see Tim's face over mine as he
leaned down to plant a dry kiss on my lips.
	"You really creamed, Jack, and almost drowned me. I
really loved feeling your hot cock throb in my mouth.
Your cream on my tongue tasted so good." I responded
by raising myself and pushing him flat on his back,
grasping his hot hard prick and engulfing his glans
with my lips. I locked my lips in the groove behind
his prominent corona and tickled his slit with my
tongue-tip as I pumped his shaft-skin. I smelled his
heavy sweat as I tugged on his scrotum and began
moving my lips up and down his bulky helmet,
lubricated by my saliva and his fluid.
	As I worked his prick with my lips, tongue, and
palate, I felt the helmet swell and harden, losing its
sponginess as his excitement rose rapidly. Tim began
moaning helplessly, his excitement fueled both by
having had oral sex with my foreskinned prick and by
the sensations I was so avidly pouring into his erotic
organ. Now I quickly swiped my tongue-tip across the
gaping lips of his long slit and let my teeth lightly
graze his gee-string.
	Tim yelped suddenly as I felt his hot hard glans
throb in my mouth, and I felt the pulsing of his shaft
with my encircling fingers as the first stream poured
from his tip to coat my tongue and palate. The
characteristic chlorine odor flooded my nostrils and
his fluid poured into the back of my throat, and I
swallowed hard as his prick throbbed again to deliver
another load into my waiting mouth. He was thrusting
his hot hard penis into the back of my mouth.
	My lips were wrapped around his swollen corona, and I
twisted my head to unleash his third spasm that
flooded my mouth with his sperm. Another load blasted
from his slit and I struggled to swallow it. The next
load was weaker, and the next was just a dribble,
although I felt his glans throb each time.
	Now Tim was still, exhausted from the biological
storm that had gripped his body. I shifted on the bed
so that my head was next to his, and I hugged him to
me.
	"That was really nice," he murmured dreamily. "I
needed relief, and so did you." We lay silently for a
few minutes, and then sat up.
	"That wasn't safe, what we did, but I don't care," I
said.
	"I'd thought about putting your cock in my mouth, and
I know it isn't safe, but I figured we already trust
each other so much it doesn't matter." Tim smiled as
he said this.
	"I guess we do trust each other a lot, Tim. We've got
nothing to hide from each other, and now we literally
trust each other with our lives." I pulled him to me
and kissed his neck. He kissed mine and then hugged me
to him.
	"Did you get together with Barry?" I asked. He'd
mentioned Barry to me last time we'd met.
	"Oh, yes, I met him. He's Bi, just like we are, and
his main interest is foreskins and foreskin
restoration. I told him about you, and he showed me
how to tape the skin to stretch it enough to cover the
head. He said if I keep at it, I should have enough
skin to do that in a couple of years."
	"I noticed your skin seemed to be looser than last
time, Tim. Have you been taping?"
	"I have, but I took it off before I got here. I
wanted to see if you'd notice anything."
	"Well, I did. You've made progress. I'm sure of that.
Now are you going to keep seeing Barry?"
	"No, I'm not. As I'd said, he's Bi and so am I.
Anyway, we agreed to keep in touch, but there's
nothing romantic there. He found a girlfriend and you
know I've been seeing Susan. I really prefer a woman
for company. Women are softer, more nurturing. You
know that."
	"I'm glad you found Susan. Maybe she'll be ex
actly what you need. I wish you the best, you know." I
leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, and he
returned the kiss tenderly.
	"Did you bring the electro stuff?" he asked.
	"Yeah, it's in the corner, that brown box on top of
my suitcase."
	"Your cock's still dripping," he said, and he leaned
over to inspect it. He'd drawn my foreskin forward
after finishing with me, but now I saw that there was
a thick drop in the pucker. Tim licked it off, and
slid the hood back to reveal my front dome, still very
wet. His tongue flicked out and I felt it wipe across
and around my slit to get the residue. "There, it's
all taken care of," he said as he pulled my foreskin
back into place over the head.
	"I've been doing the Kegel exercises you told me
about in one of your e-mails," I said.
	"That's really good. Those exercises strengthen your
pelvic muscles and you can make your cock bob with
erection. You know how I enjoy seeing your big-tipped
cock swing from side to side when you walk. Now you'll
be able to make it go up and down too." He grasped the
end of my foreskin and began pulling gently, tugging
it away from my body. I felt my prick responding to
the gentle stimulation, and reached for his.
	"It's pretty soon after we came," I suggested.
	"We don't have to come again, or even get hard," he
replied. "We can just play with each other's cocks,
while we talk."
	"I know what you mean. You never get tired of
inspecting my prick," I said as I felt Tim's strong
fingers grasp my prick around the base as he began
pushing my foreskin back with two fingers of the other
hand. The friction against my glans fueled my fire and
I felt myself getting harder.
	"Not just your skin, your helmet. Your helmet's very
attractive." Meanwhile, I was gently squeezing his
helmet from the sides, knowing that this would make
his cock-root throb.
	"Let me pull your skin forward, Tim. I want to see
how much slack you've developed with that taping."
Tim's prick was almost hard now, the helmet flushed
with blood, and I began pulling his shaft-skin up over
his corona. "It goes farther up the head than before,"
I commented. "About half and inch more, I think."
	"I've been taping every day, almost 24 hours a day.
Barry told me that keeping the skin stretched is more
important than putting a lot of tension on it."
	"Barry's right," I said. "Several friends of mine
told me that that's the way it works."
	"You've been stretching your skin too, haven't you? I
know you had plastic surgery to replace your skin, but
you always wanted more length."
	"Yeah, and one reason was that that damned plastic
surgeon wasn't too good. Apart from the complications,
the new foreskin was uneven, a lot longer on top than
on the bottom," I said.
	"It's still longer along the top, but it's not too
bad." My prick was now fully swollen, with Tim's
caressing fingers gently twisting my foreskin and
stretching its nerve endings.
	"You should have seen it 22 years ago, a year after
the surgery. By the time it was fully healed, scar
tissue had contracted and really distorted my hood."
	"Well, I'm glad you found a way to solve the problem,
Jack. Anything you can do to make your cock look
better is worth it."
	"At least we've both got straight shafts and nice
helmets," I said. Tim's prick was rock-hard, eager for
more stimulation.
	"Yeah, I really love those helmets," Tim said as his
eyes bored into mine. "I always enjoyed running my
fingers over your helmet and now I've run my lips and
tongue over it too."
	"I remember you seemed a little surprised when the
home-made electrode I'd sent you last year fitted
perfectly over your helmet."
	"Oh, I really was surprised. You know how cock-heads
are so different in size and shape on different guys.
Ours seem to be twins, exactly the same size and
shape."
	"I measured mine a few years ago," I said. "It's 1
7/8" long and exactly the same wide. I guess yours is
the same." Tim's fingers eased my foreskin back, until
my hood snapped down into the deep groove behind my
rim.
	"It looks the same to me," he said. "Anyway, I'd like
to try those electrodes and the unit you brought with
you. The one you gave me is okay, but from what you
said, yours is a really super unit."
	"It is super, and I know you'll enjoy using it," I
replied.
	"First, though, since I've got your cock hard again,
I want you to stand up in front of me and do your
Kegel exercises. I want to watch that big helmet bob
up and down." I got up from the bed and stood next to
it, while he assumed a seated position on its edge. My
helmet was inches in front of his avidly staring eyes,
and I began to tighten my crotch muscles to make my
staff go up and down.
	"That's nice, Jack," he said. "I can see each time
you tighten up, the head goes up about two inches.
That looks really nice, that bare head and the way you
make it move. Your helmet looks sculptured." Tim's
prick was pointing up at me at a 45-degree angle, the
way he was seated.
	"I'd like to see how you can move yours, Tim." I
reached down for his hand and pulled him to his feet,
so that our tips were touching. I tightened my crotch
muscles and my glans pulled up away from his, and then
snapped down again when I relaxed.
	"That feels so good," he said, "feeling your smooth
glans rubbing against mine." As he spoke, he must have
tightened his crotch muscles, because his prick
snapped up and then came down again, his hard, swollen
glans sliding over mine on the down-stroke. Now I
tensed my Kegel muscles, and my prick rose higher, and
I eased my hips forward slightly so that my engorged
helmet came down on top of his when I relaxed.
	"This is getting us really excited," I said.
"Touching tip to tip is something I've never done with
a guy before."
	"This is my first time, too," he said. "I can see how
it's turning you on, because your helmet's gettin'
darker." Now he made his prick spring up, and his
glans struck mine on the return stroke.
	"I can tell you're becoming excited too, Tim. "Your
head's not gettin' darker but your balls are rising.
Your helmet also looks sculptured. It's very
beautiful. That's why I enjoyed wrapping my lips
around it before." Now I snapped my prick up and then
down onto his engorged glans.  At this point he
grasped my shaft.
	"What I'd really like, Jack, is to feel your skin
covering my helmet. I know you've been stretching it,
and maybe you've got enough overhang for me." His
thumb and forefinger closed behind the thick ring of
my foreskin, still lodged behind my glans, and I felt
him exert traction to bring it forward.
	"Go ahead, pull it forward," I told him. "See how far
it can go on your glans." He continued to pull my
foreskin towards him, sliding it down along my glans
until it touched the rounded dome of his, which he was
pressing against the nose of mine.
	"Okay, here goes," he said as he pulled harder, and
we watched my thick fleshy sleeve begin its climb up
the slope of his helmet.
	"Lat me do it," I said. "I'll stretch it out and
maybe we can get it over your tip." He released my
foreskin and I grasped it at the forward edge on each
side with thumbs and index fingers, stretching it away
from his glans as well as toward him. I felt him press
his prick against mine, compressing our front domes
and their nerve endings, while I stretched my foreskin
over the rest of his helmet.
	"That's as far as it goes," I explained. "I can cover
your head but I don't have enough overhang to really
stroke it with my foreskin."
	"That's okay," he whispered. "I just wanted to feel
my helmet wrapped in your skin. It feels so intimate,
being inside your skin." He leaned forward over our
joined pricks and kissed me, a light but lingering dry
kiss on the lips. I kept my fingers around our docked
pricks, maintaining the contact that he enjoyed so
much.
	"I love it too," I said. "I love the intimacy of
holding your beautiful helmet inside my foreskin. It
feels so natural."
	"It feels so hot," he replied. "Being tip to tip with
you is a terrific turn-on, even more than stroking
your skin and making you come." I felt a slippery gush
pour from the lips of his slit, which were touching my
orifice, and a moment later his helmet slid deeper
into my foreskin, overriding mine.
	"You're really hot, the way you're leaking lube and
sliding into my hood."
	"Think we can come this way?" he asked.
	"No, there's just no more room. My foreskin's so
tightly stretched right now you might tear it if you
thrust at all."
	"Well, can we stay like this for a few minutes? It's
so intimate being like this with you, my helmet
against yours."
	"Yeah, we can, but let's lie down for this," I
answered, and we slowly and carefully eased ourselves
onto the bed, maintaining the erotic and intimate
contact. We lay face to face, our hot hard pricks
joined at their ends, savoring the warmth of each
other's helmet, pressed together and encapsulated by
my distended foreskin. Tim kissed me on my lips again,
and I moved my head slightly to plant a kiss on his
muscular neck. After many minutes, our excitement
dissipated, and our pricks began to soften.
	"Well, if we can't come together like this, can we
try the electro?" he asked. We separated, I got up,
and brought the box to the bed. Digging inside it, I
removed the cup electrode I'd made out of conductive
epoxy to fit my glans exactly. Removing a tube of
conductive jelly, I squirted a large, viscous drop on
the dome of Tim's now exposed glans.
	"This is for conductivity. You've used it yourself."
Now I placed the cup attachment carefully over Tim's
helmet, until it covered the entire from dome down to
halfway along the glans. I removed a condom from its
foil envelope and began unrolling it down Tim's hard
shaft. "See that stud sticking out from the top of the
cup?" I asked. "I'll push it through the rubber and
connect the lead to it with an alligator clip."
	"This is fascinating, Jack. Are you gonna wire me up
all the way? I've only used one channel of the unit
you gave me." As I finished rolling the condom to the
base of Tim's penis, I pulled a blue conductive band
from the box. As I tightened it around the base of his
prick, right below the rubber ring of the condom, I
explained:
	"I'll put some conductive jelly on this too, and
attached the other lead to the glans cup with an
alligator clip. This is the "A" channel. The blue band
will be the common lead for both the "A" and "B"
channels." I pushed the stud through the thin latex
and attached the alligator clip to it, and pushed the
"banana" lead into the receptacle of the wire coming
from the blue band.
	"Here, Tim, take this adhesive pad and attach the "B"
wire to it, and then place it by your anus." Tim
followed my directions and then lay back on the bed as
I plugged the wires into the electro unit.
	"Now this black button is the on/off switch. I'll
push it now."
	"I don't feel anything," he said.
	"You won't just yet. The power knobs are at zero. I
want you to turn them up until you can feel something.
Start by turning them to about 30 percent. You can see
the readout in this LED window right here," I said,
pointing to the display window. Tim slowly turned each
power knob up until the display read 31 percent for
each channel.
	"I feel something," he said. "It's very faint, and
it's kinda tingly."
	"Yes, this first program is called "Waves," and it
feels like fingers are squeezing your prick. Now turn
it up a couple of points on each channel." Tim
carefully moved each knob incrementally, easing the
power level up, until each was at 42.
	"Oh, Jack, I can really feel that. It's like fingers
are all over my cock, sliding my shaft-skin over the
head, and then inside me too. It really feels like
waves, running all over my shaft."
	Okay, now turn the power up a little more, say to 45,
and see what happens." Tim twisted both knobs
slightly, until Channel "A" read 45 and Channel "B"
read 46.
	"How far can I turn it up?" he asked.
	"The power level goes up to 100, but you'll find it
uncomfortable long before you reach that. You don't
want to get into pain. You have to experiment to see
what program and power level works for you. Now that
knob to the left of the power knobs is the
multi-adjustment knob. It varies the rhythm and with
some programs, the frequency of the pulses. You turn
that until you find what gets you aroused without
being uncomfortable."
	"Right now it feels wonderful, but I don't know if I
can get to orgasm with this."
	"Just increase the power a bit, maybe one or two
points, and see what that does." Tim twisted the knobs
and brought the power to 48 on each channel. He sighed
deeply.
	"That feels even better. It's really reaching deep
inside me."
	"I can tell it is, Tim. I can see your head's getting
darker inside that condom, and the rim's really
standing out. Your balls are tighter, too."
	"What's gonna happen when I come?" he asked. "The
cream's gonna push the cup off my helmet."
	"Don't worry about that. Your sperm is very
conductive, and the current will still flow from the
cup into your helmet."
	"This is really nice," he said. "Should I go higher?"
	"Do what you want, as long as it's comfortable for
you. Remember, only a small amount at a time, or
you'll get a bad surprise. You really have to feel
your way along at the higher power levels."
	"What's the most you did on Waves, Jack?"
	"Oh, about 60 or 70. I was able to come once, but I
had the multi-adjust knob all the way clockwise, for a
fast rhythm. Want to try that first and see how it
feels?" Tim nodded and then twisted to knob slowly, to
see what a faster rhythm would do for him.
	"This is making my Kegel muscles contract," he
observed.
	"I can see your prick twitching," I said. "The pulses
will make your muscles contract when you hit the right
level and rhythm for you."
	"I'll turn the power up a little more. Do I have to
do it the same on each channel?"
	"No, just what's comfortable for you," I coached him.
"I usually find that using a higher current in my
penis gives me the best sensations." As I spoke Tim
eased the power level to his penis to 55, in slow
stages, and on the "B" channel to 52.
	"This is about all I think I can take. I need to
come, but I can't get there with this." He looked at
me for guidance as he spoke. I withdrew a small
battery-powered vibrator from the box. It was a
six-inch cylinder and half an inch thick. Twisting the
base to turn it on, I pressed the buzzing end against
his frenulum, confident that the sensations would
reach his tender flesh through the thin latex.
	"Now I can help you, Tim. You just relax and enjoy
the waves going through you, and I'll work on your hot
spot with this vibrator. I'll get you over the top
this way."
	"Oooohhh," he moaned as the sensations filled his
helmet, and I saw his body tense as his excitement
rose abruptly.
	"That's it, Tim, just try to relax and let me bring
you over the edge. His hand gripped my free hand,
squeezing tightly, communicating his tension to me.
	"My cock's gonna explode," he grunted, "it's just so
hard, so swollen...."
	"You're gonna come hard, Tim. Just try to relax and
let the orgasm come to you." His hips lifted off the
bed as he tried to thrust his helmet deeper into the
electric cup that covered the front of it. Now Tim's
prick jerked hard.
	"OH! OH! OH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNHHHHHH!"  he cried out as
the first hot spasm hit him. I saw the front of the
condom distend as creamy liquid flowed from between
the cup and his glans. His lips were drawn back in an
orgastic rictus, and his head moved from side to side
from the effect of the overpowering sensations.
	"Just stay with me, Tim," I said, not at all sure he
heard me, as I pressed the vibrator harder against the
hot spot under his helmet. His hips bucked again, and
the condom distended further as he unloaded again. His
loud cries filled the room, and I knew that his mind
was on "HOLD," overpowered by his ecstasy.
	Tim cried out loudly again, and his prick throbbed
with another release. His eyes were closed and the
cords in his neck taut with effort. His jaw dropped as
he let out another helpless cry of blissful agony, and
I saw a definite gap between the front dome of his
straining helmet and the cup shaped to fit it. I
turned down the power on both channels and removed the
vibrator, letting his orgasm fade as he drained
himself into the condom.
	Tim's prick twitched a few more times in counterpoint
to his heavy breathing, until I saw his body relax as
the orgasm died. I turned off the electro power box
and lay down beside him, hugging him to enhance his
afterglow. He opened his eyes and turned his head
toward me, eyes boring into mind in wordless
gratitude. I kissed his lips, then his chin, and
finally his neck.
	"That was mind-boggling," he said.
	"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I replied. "It was great
for me, too, although I didn't come. I got a real
thrill out of making you come, feeling your prick
jerk, watching your sperm fill that rubber. I knew
what you were feeling, and I was glad to be able to do
it for you."
	"That was magnificent, Jack." Tim kissed me on the
lips again, and this time I felt his tongue probing
passionately into my mouth. I reciprocated, and our
tongues twirled around each other, swept up in a wave
of excitement. When we finally broke, I was the first
to speak:
	"It's getting late. Want to go out to eat? I'm
getting hungry."
	"What about you, Jack? Do you want to do some electro
on your cock?"
	"No, I don't think I can have another orgasm tonight.
Remember, I'm 23 years older than you."
	"Okay, then, let's get up and shower. I'm really hot
and sweaty after this," he said. Tim rose and I
followed him into the bathroom, where we got under the
shower, enjoying the spray of warm water on our
bodies. I began to soap his back.
	"I don't have to have as many orgasms as you, Tim.
I'm perfectly satisfied with what I had, and I really
enjoyed watching you shoot your loads. You know that
always gives me a thrill."
	"I know it does. I'm glad you get a charge out of
watching me shoot, just like I get a charge out of
handling your skin. By the way, I've gotta pee. How
about you? I can hold your skin shut like the last
time." His words reminded me that my bladder was
indded full, and the hot water running down my penis
reinforced that thought.
	"Okay, I do have to go, and yes, you go right ahead
and hold my foreskin shut while I drain myself." I
felt his strong fingers grasp the end of my foreskin
nipple and pinch it as I relaxed my sphincter.
	"Just like you enjoy watching me shoot, I get a
thrill out of watching your hood swell when I pinch
the end. That gives me such a charge, really. You
can't imagine." He relaxed his hold on my hood and we
watched the thick yellow gush pour out and blend with
his stream, flowing between us and running down the
drain. Tim pinched and released my foreskin several
times, making it balloon out and then collapse as he
let it drain, until I was empty.
	We finished washing each other, Tim paying particular
attention to retracting my foreskin and rinsing
underneath, and then we dried each other and got
dressed. We'd decided to eat at a steak house in the
next town, and as I drove, he reminisced:
	"Remember that time you phoned me on a Saturday night
and we got so hot talking to each other that we jerked
off? You really had me going when you described how
you'd skinned your cock back and the head looked
exactly like mine?"
	"Yes, I remember it well," I replied. "That was a
real turn-on for both of us."
	"I was looking at my cock while you were talking and
stroking it with Albolene, and when you told me that
you had it skinned back and were massaging the helmet
I imagined that I was looking at your cock right there
in front of me, and that while I was stroking my cock
I was really stroking yours. That's what set me off,
and why I shot so fast."
	"You're right, Tim. It was a lot like that for me. I
told you how my helmet looked so shiny and sculptured,
and I realized I was also describing yours. I thought
about my fingers working on the contours of your
helmet, because yours is so much like mine."
	"I was really into it with you then, even though we
were a thousand miles apart. You remember how when I
came, I was yelling your name?"
	"Oh, yes, Tim. I was surprised at that. You'd told me
you were close, but I expected you to moan or grunt
when you came. Instead, I heard you shouting my name."
	"That's because I was thinking about your cock. In my
mind, the cock I was stroking was yours. Remember how
I told you I was twisting my fingers around the rim?"
	"That's right. I remember. You were thinking that you
were making my helmet tingle, and that you were making
me shoot."
	"Oh, that's it exactly, Jack. You fired my fantasy. I
was fantasizing that I had a cock exactly like yours,
that I had the cock-skin skinned back tight, and was
working on the big helmet." I felt my prick starting
to swell as Tim described his thoughts and sensations
to me, and I sighed deeply.
	"We'd better stop talking about this," I said. "It
wouldn't do for me to walk into the steak house with a
hard-on showing."
	"Me too. My cock's getting hard thinking about it."
By the time we'd arrived, our excitement had subsided,
and we didn't embarrass ourselves. We secured a corner
table, away from the other diners, and ordered steaks
with mushroom sauce.
	"I don't know what we'll do when we get back," I said
over the salad. "We might be ready to go to sleep."
	"I know I will," he said. "I always get sleepy when I
have a full stomach. Anyway, we've got tomorrow and
Sunday. That should be enough."
	"I know it will," I said. "Anyway, let's concentrate
on enjoying the steaks. They serve Mid-Western beef
here, much better than the local kind." We finished
the meal with few words, exchanging lingering glances,
and then we drove back to the resort.
	Next morning I awoke with a full bladder, and I could
tell that Tim's was full as well, because he was
sporting a magnificent erection, with the helmet fully
swollen. I clasped it, causing him to stir, and
moments later he opened his eyes and looked at me
sleepily.
	"Hi," he said. "I like waking up like this, feeling
your hand on my cock." He reached for my penis, gently
sliding the foreskin back and forth over my bloated
glans. My prick responded immediately, going from
partial to full erection within seconds.
	"We both have to pee," I suggested.
	"I wish so much you could dock me. We could come
inside your skin, and then pee inside it to flush it
out."
	"I know how much you enjoyed going tip to tip with me
yesterday, and this gave me an idea."
	"What?" he asked eagerly.
	"Let's go tip to tip again, but this time connected
to the electro box."
	"You mean with the current flowing between our
cocks?" As he spoke, Tim reached for a towel we'd
placed on the bedside table the night before and
spread it between us.
	"Yes, exactly. If we do it right now, we can have the
pressure of full bladders to make it hotter for us."
We both knew that full bladders always enhanced the
sensations for us.
	"I think that'll make me come very fast," he said.
"It's gonna be exciting three ways, having to pee,
going tip to tip with your helmet, and then the
electro too." I reached for the box with the unit and
the electrodes. Attaching a conductive pad to one of
the wires, I handed it to him.
	"Here, put this by your anus, just like you did
yesterday." As he placed the electrode between his
buttocks, I put the blue band around the base of his
prick.
	"How are you gonna set it up for you?" he asked.
	"The blue band around your shaft is the common lead.
The one by your anus is the "B" channel. Now I'm gonna
put this blue band around the base of my shaft for the
"A" channel." I slid the blue band down my shaft,
tightened it, and wet it with conductive jelly. Next,
I wet his blue band for better conductivity, and
connected the wires.
	"Now ease up to me and press the front of your helmet
against mine," I continued. "I'll drip a couple of
drops of jelly between them to make good contact." I
felt and saw Tim press the bulging front dome of his
helmet against mine, the contact made slippery by the
viscous but smooth jelly.
	"That feels so good," he said. "Even without the
juice, it's nice to press my tip against yours."
	"Okay, now I'm gonna turn it on to Waves for a
minute. Since I can feel the current too, I'll take
care of the power levels." I worked the knobs and felt
the pleasant electric tingles coursing the length of
my penis, from base to glans, and I saw by his eyes
that Tim was feeling it too.
	"Now I'm gonna switch to Toggle," I said after a
minute. "This is gonna give you a hot pulse at just
the right frequency from the base of your prick
through your prostate for a few seconds, and then the
pulse is gonna run from my prick to the base of yours,
through the heads." I punched the button to switch to
Toggle, and turned the power levels up to 45.
	"That feels super," he said. Each time it pulses, my
muscles tighten up as if I'm doing the Kegel
exercises."
	"I can see what it's doing to you," I said. "Your
balls are already getting tighter."
	"Yeah, and our helmets are hard and shiny." I turned
the power levels up to 50.
	"Just make sure to keep our tips pressed together so
we don't break contact," I coached him. I felt his
prick jerk against mine with each pulse, and when the
current flowed through mine to the base of his, my
crotch muscles tightened involuntarily in hard
contractions.
	"I know this is gonna make me come," he whispered.
"This is so intense."
	"Toggle always makes me come," I said. "It makes my
Kegel muscles tighten hard, and that always pushes me
over the edge."
	"I'm gettin' there," he whispered. "Close, close." I
felt the tension in his body, although we were
connected only by our pricks. The cords in his neck
stood out and his legs began twitching. I turned up
the power on the "A" channel, as the longer current
path meant I needed more voltage, and was rewarded by
powerful contractions in my crotch.
	"Both our tips are hard and shiny," I commented
through clenched teeth, not sure that he heard me
because he was so far into it. I felt his prick jerk
hard, pressing against the front of my glans, and then
he cried out:
	"Jack! Jack!" as a thick and powerful gush of hot
lava erupted from his slit, which was aligned with my
orifice. I felt the surge of fluid force its way
through the lips of my teardrop and down my tube,
triggering my orgasm just as a heavy pulse of tingling
voltage coursed through my prick.
	My eyes snapped shut as my body responded, and the
sharp contractions of my crotch muscles forced a heavy
gush of hot fluid into my tube and up my prick, where
it poured out between our straining helmets. I was
grunting with effort and passion, totally absorbed in
the overpowering sensations, as Tim cried out again,
splashing another torrent of sperm between us. The
alternating pulses fueled our fires, as did the
intimate contact of our helmets, and we both moaned
helplessly as the fury of our orgasms devastated our
consciousness.
	I don't know how many times I ejaculated, caught up
in the storm of our mutual passion, but I became aware
that my throbs were weakening, and I turned off the
box with one hand, using the other to keep our pricks
in intimate contact. Thick white cream had dripped
from our engorged helmets to form a puddle on the
towel, and I folded it up and carefully wiped our
pricks with it. We lay very still, exhausted by our
efforts, our tingling tips gradually softening as the
blood flowed out of them.
	"Jack, that was hotter than last night," he said as
he opened his eyes. I hadn't noticed his eyes closing
because I'd been so enraptured by my own excitement.
	"It was hotter for me, too," I replied. "You know you
shot your first load right down my tube?"
	"No," he said. "I really did?"
	"Yeah. Our pricks were pressed right against each
other, and our holes must have been in perfect
alignment for that second, but I felt your hot load
shooting right into me. I don't know how far down my
prick it went, but I lost it right then. I just went
into spasm down there."
	"This ever happen to you before?"
	"No, it never did," I answered. "It was a hot
experience. Feeling your juice bubbling down my prick
just sent me into orbit."
	"Maybe it worked because your slit opens up when your
helmet swells. Otherwise my cream might have just run
out from between our heads."
	"I'm sure that had something to do with it. Also, you
really shoot hard when you come. It felt like I was
getting filled by a fire hose."
	"Well, I shot so hard because of the electro, and
because I was tip to tip with your cock. All that got
me really excited, more than ever before," he said.
	"Well, let's disconnect and go clean up," I
suggested. We removed the electrodes and wires, and
soon were again under the shower.
	"This is a nice part of being together," Tim said.
"It's not just the sex, it's the intimacy. Taking
showers together, soaping each other, drying each
other, all that means a lot to me."
	"It means a lot to me, too," I said as I pulled him
to me for a prolonged kiss. "I like to feel your warm
body against mine, in bed and in the shower," I
continued when we broke.
	"Now that I'm soft, I've gotta pee real bad," Tim
said, and I saw the yellow stream pouring from the
gaping lips of his shrunken helmet. This stimulated
me, and mine began to flow, sluicing through the long
hood that had once more covered my glans. Tim pinched
my foreskin a couple of times, apparently never tiring
of watching my hood distend with the pressure.
	As we were drying ourselves, Tim remarked:
	"I noticed that your cock hangs a little bit to the
left. Is that because you keep it on the left side of
your boxers?"
	"That might be it," I answered. "I've always kept it
hanging down on the left side, and that could have
given it a set in that direction."
	"Mine does too, just a little, not as much as yours.
I dress to the left too, just like you do."
	"Both of ours point straight ahead when they're hard,
though," I said.
	"I'm glad we both have straight shafts, Jack. I
noticed some guys have curved cocks, to one side or
the other, and even up or down."
	"I've seen that too," I remarked. "I'm glad ours are
straight. I think it's more attractive that way."
	"Oh, sure, Jack. Your cock is very attractive, hard
or soft."
	"So is yours," I said as we got dressed and prepared
to go for breakfast. We ate at a roadside diner,
hoping that the food would be good, although the diner
was not part of a chain. We ate a conventional fare of
bacon, eggs, and hash browns.
	"What do you think we should do when we get back?"
Tim asked between bites.
	"I think we ought to take our time getting back," I
replied. "Are you ready for another orgasm right now?"
	"When I'm with you, I'm always ready. You must have
noticed that."
	"Yeah, and you also told me you often have four
orgasms a day. There was only one day when I had four
orgasms, and that was when I was 16. You have a higher
sex drive than I do, and you're also 23 years
younger."
	"Oh, you're not bad for an old guy," Tim said with a
big grin.
	"Thanks," I replied.
	After we'd finished we took a tour of the town,
stopping at a local mining museum, looking at the
displays of ancient mining equipment that used to be
the major force in the town's economy. We were alone
in the museum, apart from the guide, who took our
money and handed us tickets, but remained at her desk
the whole time we were there. As we drove back to the
motel, Tim suggested a plan for the afternoon:
	"What about doing Princeton with the electro? Can we
hook up and do that?"
	"I'm not sure how we'd set the current path," I said.
"The rubber is an insulator, and that could stop us
cold."
	"Maybe we could do it without a rubber. Put an
electrode on your cock, and one at the base of mine."
	"Okay, let's give it a try when we get there. If we
can do it, you just might have a super orgasm again."
	"I think I'll have a super orgasm with you any way we
do it," he replied. Once inside our room, we again
stripped down, and I noticed that we were getting hard
even while we were still removing our clothes.
Wordlessly, we stood facing each other, our pricks
touching.
	"That feels nice, my helmet rubbing against your
cock-skin," he said. The gentle friction brought our
pricks to full attention, and soon we were swaying
from side to side, swiping the ends of our pricks
against each other. Now Tim reached for mine, gently
easing the foreskin back to bare my glans.
	"I like to feel your big smooth helmet against mine,"
he said. "The skin's nice, but feeling the helmet's
out of this world." He moved his hips slightly,
sliding his heavy-ended prick across the end of mine,
caressing my front dome with his.
	"Now let's get my ridge rubbing up and down your
frenulum," I said as I guided my helmet under his,
until my flaring corona caressed his gee-string.
	"Oooooh, that's good, so good," he whispered. "You're
really getting me excited now."
	"Let's get onto the bed and see how we can manage
Princeton," I suggested, going into the bathroom for
another towel, and within seconds we were lying facing
each other. "I brought something that might do the
trick for us, I said as I reached into the box I'd
brought onto the bed with me.
	"This is Astroglide gel," I explained. "It's also
conductive, and a lot thicker than the liquid we've
used before. That should make it smoother for you
between my thighs, so you don't get a hair burn. The
friction won't be as good, but with the electro, you
should be able to cream." I spread a thick film over
Tim's penis as I spoke, and worked some in between my
thighs.
	"Now take this electrode and put it between your
cheeks like before," I said. "I'll wrap the blue band
around the base of your prick."
	"Let me put the other band on yours, Jack. You know
how I love to touch your cock." We slipped the blue
bands down each other's pricks, and tightened them
around the base. Tim squirted a drop of conductive
jelly onto my blue band, and I connected the wires.
	"Okay, Tim, now the "A" and "B": channels are just
like before. You can reach over me and stroke my
foreskin all you want because the band's on the base
of my prick." Tim slipped into place and I felt his
prick between my thighs as he began thrusting slowly.
	"I guess the towel's gonna catch my cream and yours,
the way we've got it under us." I punched the button
on the electro box, and turned up the power to 35. I
felt the tingling of the Waves program surging through
my lower body.
	"That feels really nice, Jack. The current's going
right through my cock and prostate. How's it feel for
you?"
	"I think I'll turn up the power a little more on the
"A" channel, since there's a long current path. How's
this?" I asked as I turned the power up to 45.
	"Oh, great, oh, delicious," Tim said, and I felt his
thrusting become more urgent. His strong fingers
closed around the end of my prick, stroking the
foreskin in long slow strokes along my glans. The
gentle friction and pressure fueled my fire, and I
felt more blood rushing into my already engorged
penis.
	"I can feel you down there," I said. "I can feel
every stroke, while you're pumping your prick."
	"I can feel your helmet through the skin," he said.
"I can feel it swelling even more. That ridge is
really standing out the way it's swollen."
	"Your helmet's getting bigger too," I replied. Even
between my thighs, I could feel his corona becoming
more clearly defined.
	"Can you switch to Toggle, the way you did
yesterday?" he asked. "I think I'll come this way, but
the Toggle action makes it really intense."
	"Let's stay with Waves for another minute," I said.
"If I switched to Toggle now, it would be over too
soon, and I know how you like to make it last."
	"Oh, you're right, Jack. I'm really enjoying this
right now. I love it how my cock's sliding between
your legs, and the current's stroking it as well." We
continued this way, with Tim's thrusts becoming more
forceful, and I felt his fingers tightening around my
foreskin as his excitement mounted.
	"How are you doing now," I asked. "It feels like
youre getting close."
	"I am getting closer, Jack. Can you switch to Toggle
now? I want to feel those hot pulses that make my
Kegel muscles tighten." I punched the button to change
to Toggle and increased the power to 65 on the "A"
channel and 60 on the "B" channel.
	"How's that?" I asked. "Enough for you?"
	"Oh, you can give me more," he moaned. "I want to
really feel it." I turned the power to 75 and 70.
Tim's prick seemed to surge between my thighs, and the
long pulses of hot current made our Kegel muscles
tighten in powerful spasms that promised to bring
relief within seconds.
	Tim was silent now, except for his ragged breathing,
punctuated by deep groans, and I knew he was rapidly
approaching release because both his thrusts and his
strokes on my foreskin had increased. I was moaning
too, carried away by the intensity of the sensations.
My helmet was swollen to its maximum, and it ached for
the relief of orgasm.
	Tim's hips slammed against me, and I felt his body
straining against mine as he raced towards orgasm. His
fingers had tightened even more on my prick, and the
combination of the friction and the hot pulses was
driving me forward. The pulses made it impossible for
me to relax, and my crotch muscles tightened
rhythmically in delicious spasms, numbing my
consciousness.
	"HHHHAHHHHH! Jack!" Tim howled as I felt his penis
throb hard between my thighs. My eyes closed, and a
moment later my superheated, engorged glans exploded,
and we were both in the throes of a hot and mindless
orgasm. The sensations punched through me, making me
yelp uncontrollably, as our bodies strained against
each other. I felt Tim's hot liquid pouring out
between my thighs, coating my hairs and my scrotum
with thick, viscous fluid. Tim continued to pump
frenziedly, while the sperm boiled up out of my prick,
some of it coating my helmet and the inside of my
foreskin. Each time the electronic box toggled to send
the pulse through my prick, my Kegel muscles tightened
involuntarily. Now he peeled my foreskin back, where
it caught behind my rim, and I felt the naked flesh of
his fingers against my tender glans. The sharpness of
the sensations made me cry out helplessly as my crotch
muscles went into another spasm and expelled a hot
torrent up my prick. The surge distended the lips of
my orifice, as I knew his ejaculations were distending
his, and we grunted and moaned as the hot sensations
poured through us.
	The powerful spasms drained me, and it was almost
painful to feel my Kegel muscles straining under the
impetus of the friction of Tim's fingers on my helmet
and the electric pulses that drove my orgasm from
inside me. I was sobbing as I punched the OFF button
on the unit, and we shuddered together as our final
loads of sperm poured from our pricks.
	We lay still, unable to speak, stunned into silence
by the fury of our orgasms. Our pricks were still
dribbling, punctuated by twitches deep inside us, as
we sank into the delicious bliss of the afterglow. We
were almost comatose for minutes, enjoying the
physical relief and the intimacy, until Tim gathered
enough strength to speak:
	"Ohhhh, Jack, that was like nothing I've ever felt
before." I suddenly remembered that I'd been so
enraptured by my sensations, I'd forgotten to rub his
frenulum during his orgasm.
	"I forgot to put my finger down there to press
against your gee-string while I was coming."
	"I guess you didn't. I didn't even notice because I
was just shooting my load so hard. Between handling
your uncut cock and the electro, I was in seventh
heaven."
	"Oh, then you know how I was caught up in it," I
said.
	"I know, Tim. It was super hot for me, too." As I
spoke, I felt Tim's strong fingers pulling my foreskin
forward to cover my glans.
"I've got to pull you skin up to protect the precious
head," he commented.
	"Thanks, Tim. Feel like getting up now?"
	"No, let's just lay here for a few minutes, Jack. I
feel so close to you." I felt him kiss the back of my
neck in a moment of tenderness. On impulse, I wrestled
free, feeling his penis slip from between my thighs as
I turned to face him. I hugged him to me, in a tangle
of arms, legs, electrodes, and wires. His arms closed
around me. I felt his heartbeat against my chest as I
kissed him on the lips, and I pushed my tongue into
him. We held the clinch for several romantic minutes,
enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies, silently
sharing the closeness.
	We relaxed and our clinch loosened. I began removing
the wires and electrodes that had brought us so much
bliss. The towel beneath us was soaked with our sperm.
I gathered it up and used it to wipe our groins.
Slowly we got to our feet and headed for the shower,
silently, as we didn't need to speak. There was
nothing to say. Our silent intimacy said it all.
	Again, we had to relieve our straining bladders, and
Tim played with my foreskin as I let my fluid gush
into the drain, pinching and releasing it, fascinated
by the distention of my foreskin each time. Tim pulled
my foreskin back behind the rim to give the head a
thorough rinse, and then replaced it.
	We enjoyed the sensation of the hot water coursing
over our bodies, and the feeling of sensual intimacy
that sharing the shower brought us. We stood hugging
wordlessly for a minute, kissing each other on the
neck, cheek, and lips, until we spontaneously decided
to rinse off and get dried.
	"You are so sexy, Tim," I said as we dried each
other.
	"Same goes for you," he replied. "Being together with
you made this weekend for me. Too bad it has to end so
soon." Tim had to be back at work on Monday, and this
meant he'd have to leave the next day.
	"I'm sorry we won't get an entire weekend together
like last time," I said wistfully.
	"Yeah, I can't take Monday off the way I did last
time. It's a day's drive home for me, just like it is
for you. I won't leave early, because it doesn't
matter if I get home late at night." As we walked back
to the bed, I said:
	"We have so much in common, despite the age
difference."
	"We were both circumcised as babies, we were both
only children..." He trailed off.
	"We can still enjoy sex a lot," I said. "I got my
foreskin back through plastic surgery, and you're
stretching your shaft-skin to cover your glans. Keep
at it, and you'll have a better foreskin than I do,
for sure."
	"You told me that stretching won't leave any scars
the way the surgery left on you."
	"That's true. It just takes patience, a lot of it," I
said. As I was speaking I fingered his penis, which
was again swelling.
	"This talking about sex is getting my cock hard
again," he said. "Also, feeling you touch me helps a
lot."
	"Well, your sex drive is higher than mine," I
replied.
	"I guess it is, Jack. Mind if I play with your
foreskin? That excites me a lot."
	"Go ahead, but don't be surprised if I don't get hard
right away. Anyway, I want this part to be just for
you. Remember you e-mailed me those pages on genital
massage? They were really interesting, and I'd like to
try those techniques on you now."
	"Go ahead, but can you use the Albolene? That's my
favorite lubricant because it doesn't dry out." I let
go of his penis and reached for the jar n the bedside
table.
	"Okay, Tim. I've got some of it on my fingers now.
I'll warm it up so it doesn't feel cold when I touch
you." I rubbed the cream between the fingers of my
right hand, feeling it liquefy and become less
viscous.
	"Now I'll start by running my fingertip up the
underside of your penis, from the base to the tip." I
began where his shaft melted almost imperceptibly into
his scrotum, probing for the urethral tube, and
pressed in lightly. Now I brought my finger up the
underside right into the vee-groove under his helmet,
pressing in on his gee-string, and then starting at
the bottom again.
	"Oh, Jack, that feels good, especially when you hit
my hot spot right on the underside of the helmet."
	"Okay, Tim, just concentrate on that feeling, how my
finger feels as slides up the underside of your prick.
You'll get a feeling of anticipation as you feel it
slide toward your gee-string."
	"That is so sexy, Jack..." he trailed off.
	"Okay, now for a change of pace. I'll work up your
shaft, but then circle the corona." My finger slid up
the elongated bulge of his urethra, and at the
vee-groove it went around the groove, to the top and
back down the other side, massaging the many nerve
endings in his rim. I circled his corona several times
and then resumed stroking at the base of  his shaft.
	"Now I'm gonna work on your rim with all five fingers
when I get there," I explained, sliding my finger up
his shaft again. When I reached the vee-groove, I
cupped my hand over his glans, using only my
fingertips to massage his rim with a twisting motion
and feeling it harden even more under my fingers.
	"I can feel my helmet swelling more now," he
whispered.
	"It's getting darker, too. I think you'll come if I
keep this up, and I don't want you to come yet because
I know how much you enjoy edging." I dropped my hand
to his scrotum, gently tugging at the thick wrinkled
skin, which had already drawn up tightly against his
body.
	"Yeah, you're right, Jack. It would have been over
too fast for me. I just love what you're doing to my
cock." Now I blew on his glans.
	"Feel that?" I asked.
	"Oh yeah, I did. That's just heavenly." Now I kneaded
his sac gently, feeling each testicle sliding around
inside as I massaged it.
	"Now I'm gonna change again. I know your scar is
sensitive, and I'm gonna work on that." I rubbed one
fingertip around the thick brown ring where his
foreskin had been removed, feeling the slightly raised
ridge of scar tissue that encircled his shaft,
caressing the nerve endings in the delicate tissues.
	"Tim, I can see your helmet really standing out from
the neck of your shaft. That rim is flaring, and the
whole head's very shiny."
	"That's because you've got me so excited, Jack." As
he spoke, I felt his fingers squeezing my glans
through the covering foreskin, compressing the nerve
endings and sending messages of pleasure down my
shaft.
	"It's a good thing you've got a big helmet head," I
commented. "You've got a lot of surface area to touch,
with lots of nerve endings." I shifted to his glans
again, and now massaged the broad upper surface with
my thumb while sliding two fingertips along the thick
gee-string under the head. I felt his fingers tighten
around my shaft, which was now fully hard.
	"Your slit's leaking a little," I said. "That gives
me something else to work on." I pressed the tip of my
little finger into the long slit, parting the lips and
caressing the inside of his hole. "You've got a long
slit," I continued. "I can get the tip of my finger
inside it." I felt him shudder, although he didn't say
a word.
	"Now I'll pull your skin up with my other hand," I
said as I grasped his shaft well behind the head and
dragged the shaft-skin up over the corona to compress
its nerve endings while I continued to massage the
inside of his slit.
	"Now something else," I said as I held his shaft-skin
over his crown and began tracing small circles around
his slit, spreading the thick tears that oozed from
his prick-eye.
	"I'm doing the dome of your helmet, Tim. Can you feel
my fingertip circling your slit?"
	"Ooooohhh, that's so sensitive," he said. "You're
really turning me on. His balls remained tight against
his body, contracted by the excitement. Now I let go
of his penis.
	"I'm going to use the ring technique now," I
explained. My thumb and index finger closed around the
neck of his penis, and I moved the ring up and over
his corona lightly, just applying delicate friction
against the well-lubricated crown without compressing
the nerve endings.
	"I'm doing this very lightly," I said. I don't want
to squeeze because you'd shoot your load in a minute."
As I spoke I saw the ooze from his slit become a
steady trickle, running down to further lubricate my
fingers encircling his flange.
	"With this light pressure, I can feel how your rim's
fully expanded," I said. "Now I'll give it a couple of
twists."
	"OH! OH!" he exclaimed as the twisting motion
inflamed his nerve endings. "OH! OH!" The steady drool
of lubricant from his slit ran down between my fingers
and the tender flesh, softening the friction and
masking the sensations. Nevertheless, he would have
lost his load right then if I'd continued.
	"I'll stop now to let you relax, Tim. I'll just hold
your shaft to keep your prick standing up."
	"Oooooh, that felt wonderful, Jack. You would have
pulled the load from me if you'd kept it up." I felt
his fingers working my foreskin around my swollen
glans in a twisting motion, slowly and sensually,
keeping me hard and excited without pushing me toward
the brink.
	"Take a few deep breaths and relax, Tim. I want you
to back off a little so that I can build you up
again." I leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the
lips. "I really love massaging your handsome penis.
It's one of the nicest looking ones I've ever seen."
	"Now I'll do a scissors on you." I grasped his shaft
at mid-point between my index and third finger,
holding them straight out, and brought them up to his
rim, and then back down, repeating the stroke several
times.
	"While I'm doing this, Tim, I'll work my fingertip
into your slit again." I probed between the long lips
with the little finger of my other hand, pushing the
tip in for at least a quarter-inch and twisting it
inside his hole. Tim shuddered hard at this new and
exciting sensation.
	"Your prick is so hard, Tim. I can feel how excited
you are."
	"I'm glad you bite your fingernails, Jack. If you had
long fingernails you wouldn't be able to do this to
me."
	"I'm gonna shift my grip now," I explained. I grasped
his shaft with my full hand and began stroking it up
and down, avoiding the glans but pressing my fingertip
into his frenulum. This was his seat of sensation, and
the friction on this sensitive spot fueled his fire.
	"I'm gonna come, Jack, I'm gonna come!" I stopped
immediately, not wanting him to lode his load yet.
	"Okay, now I'm just gonna clamp your shaft hard," I
said, closing my thumb and index finger around the
base and squeezing hard. "This won't drive you over
the edge but it's gonna compress the veins to make
your shaft swell more and the head really stand out."
His glorious purple helmet glistened wetly in the soft
light, and I admired the beauty of its compound
curves. I felt Tim's fingers gently easing back my
foreskin until it rode over the rim and snapped down
into the groove behind it.
	"I just wanted to see your helmet too, Jack. Playing
with your skin gets me hot, but seeing your helmet's
even more exciting. It's so wet and shiny."
	"Glad you like it, Tim. Just be careful. Don't make
me pop."
	"No, I wouldn't want you to lose your hard-on right
now. I like to see and feel your cock when it's hard."

	"Okay, now for something that's gonna drive you over
the edge unless I'm careful. I'm gonna strum your
frenulum." I let his penis down onto my hand, which
was on his abdomen. The underside of his shaft and
glans were facing up, the precious frenulum totally
exposed to my touch. I began stroking lightly across
it, kissing the nerve endings with a delicate touch,
watching Tim carefully for any sign of impending
orgasm. I saw his body tense, and then shudder several
times, while the flow from his slit distended the
lips. This was the point at which to stop.
	"Okay, Tim, relax now," I coached him. "You have to
come down a little. Take several deep breaths." He did
as I told him, and I removed my hands from him. I felt
Tim's fingers lightly touching my glans, exploring its
contours, and then clasping my foreskin where it
bunched behind the rim and jiggling it gently.
	`Want me to polish your apple now?" I asked. I knew
that he knew exactly what I meant, as he'd given me
the instructions regarding genital massage.
	"Oh, that would be different," he replied. I picked
up his penis with my left hand to steady it as I
placed the palm of my well-lubricated right hand n to
of his helmet and began rubbing it against the bulky
front dome.
	"I'll do it up and down first, Tim. After that I'll
do it side to side." I moved my palm vertically along
his slit, caressing it and the surrounding area as I
watched the tension begin to build again in his
athletic body. After about 20 strokes I changed my
technique and began moving my palm from side to side,
knowing that I'd be parting the lips of his slit. When
I stroked to the right, my palm rubbed against the
right lip, dragging it sideways, and when I changed
directly I spread the left lip out, my palm just
caressing the delicate tissue of the inside of the
lip.
	Tim was gasping now, and his hand had tightened
convulsively around my penis. We were both going to
come unless I stopped, and I did, releasing his shaft
to let it drop against his stomach.
	"Jack, I need to come, I really need it," he pleaded.
I leaned down and kissed his lips before speaking:
	"Okay, Tim, I'll make you come now. Just let me press
a couple of fingers into your urethra behind your
balls. I want to keep the cream inside you, to build
up pressure and make it more intense for you." I slid
my left hand between his thighs, probing for the long
bulge of the tube. When I found it, I pressed inward
lightly.
	"Feel that?" I asked.
	"Yeah, you're right on it. Now let me unload,
please!" I grasped his shaft just behind the rim with
my whole right hand, making sure I was squeezing
tightly enough to give him deep and satisfying
friction, and began stroking. As I brought my fist
over his bulging, straining helmet, I gave it a sharp
twist, provoking a cry from him. I quickly twisted the
other way as I brought my fist down to clear his
corona.
	"Now I'll make you come, Tim. I want to feel your
prick throb." I stroked up again in a heavy twisting
stroke, knowing that this was inflaming the nerve
endings of his ridge and frenulum, which I could feel
with my fingertip.
	Tim's entire body shuddered and then he tensed, right
on the brink, unable to control himself as his
reflexes took over. His rock-hard shaft throbbed in my
hand and I pressed my fingertips hard into his
perineum, blocking the spurt of semen I knew was
filling his tube. I heard him cry out: "Jack, Jack,
Jack," as the full force of his orgasm hit him,
sending him spiraling downward in the free fall of
climax.
	He was convulsing mindlessly now as spasm after spasm
wracked his body, mind-numbing sensations quelling
conscious thought. I felt the heavy thud-thud-thud in
his perineum, and I kept pressing to trap the sperm
and build up back-pressure in his tube. Tim was crying
out helplessly now, enraptured by the waves of
sensation flooding his body, and I felt his penis
throb again and again as he pumped his sperm into his
distended urethra.
	His cries increased sharply in pitch, and I knew that
his penis had just become super-sensitive. I stopped
stroking him, but kept up the pressure on his urethra
as his convulsions gradually died down. When he was
still, I lay down beside him, aware of the stunning
effect of the after-shock on him, and waited for him
to recover. When he opened his eyes, I spoke:
	"Look down at your prick, Tim. I'm going to release
the pressure now." I removed my fingers and we watched
a long stream of thick creamy liquid flow from his
distended slit, pouring out onto his stomach.
	"I think some of it might have gone into my bladder,"
he commented.
	"Some probably did, but you'll flush that out when
you pee." I took his hand and led him to the shower.
As the hot water coursed over us, we watched his
stream begin, stuttering out, impeded by gobs of white
cream that had seeped back into his bladder when I'd
blocked his ejaculations. My erection had gone down
and Tim peeled back my foreskin to let the water flow
over my glans.
	"That hot water on your helmet's going to make you
pee, too," he said. He was right, because only seconds
later I felt the urgency deep in my groin and my
sphincter let go, releasing the thick stream that
poured between us, mixing with his.
	"I know your sex drive's less than mine, so maybe we
ought to go for dinner right now and give your
batteries time to recharge," he suggested. We decided
to go to the same steak house where we'd eaten the
previous evening, and because we'd enjoyed the meal so
much, we ordered the same things.
	"When we get back I'd like to give you a massage," he
said. "I really don't think you'll be too tired, but
if you are, we can try again in the morning."
	"That sounds like a good idea," I said. "I can guess
how eager you are to play with my foreskin, and I know
I'll enjoy it too, even if I don't come."
	"Oh, I'll make sure you come," he said with a gleam
in his eyes. I believed him.
	We finished our meal and drove back, relaxed and
satisfied. Once inside our room, we quickly stripped
down to our shorts.
	"Let me take your shorts off you," I said, and knelt
before him. Easing his boxers down to reveal his
prick, I kissed the broad upper surface of his glans.
"I love your big helmet," I said.
	"I love yours too, and the foreskin that's protecting
it," he said as he pulled me up and knelt before me.
His shorts had dropped to the floor and now he gently
pushed my waistband down, slowly baring my penis. He
clasped it in his hand and lifted it, and I felt his
soft lips on the end of my foreskin. He moved his head
slightly and kissed it on top, around the corona
outlined in the foreskin.
	"Come on to the bed, Jack. Let me work on your cock
and foreskin," he said as he took me by the hand. I
lay flat on the bed with my legs spread.
	"Now you just relax and leave the driving to us," he
said as I felt his hand creeping between my thighs,
tickling the hairs on my scrotum. He teased the hairs,
sending rippled of sensation into my body, and I felt
my penis begin to respond.
	"I like the way your foreskin overhangs your helmet,"
he said. "That long nipple looks so sexy." He clasped
the end of my foreskin, rolling it between thumb and
forefinger, alternately rolling it and pulling on it,
stretching the skin.
	"When I stretch the skin out, I can really see the
outline of your helmet," he commented. "I can see how
it's getting big now. You're not too tired." My penis
was up along my abdomen, pointing toward my navel,
filling the fleshy tube of skin while his other hand
continued to tease my scrotal hairs.
	"Now I'll stroke the underside of your cock, like you
did to me." I felt him stop touching my scrotal hairs
and a moment later I felt the pressure of his
fingertip on the underside of my shaft at the base. He
stroked the tube lightly, working toward the tip, and
then began again at the base. Each time he came to the
end, he pressed down to compress the tissues in my
vee-groove.
	"I know you're still sensitive there," he said. "The
doctor cut off your fren, but you're still twitching
when I touch you there." He was still holding my
foreskin stretched out toward my navel as he continued
to stroke the underside of my shaft. I reached out to
clasp his penis gently, because the feeling of his
warm flesh between my fingers was exciting to me.
	"Now I'm gonna loosen your skin a little," he said as
I felt him clasp my foreskin around the glans with his
right hand while still stroking my tube with his left.
His strong fingers eased back my foreskin, until the
pucker had stretched to an opening smaller than a
dime.
	"There, I can see your hole, Jack. Your cock's really
hard now, and the helmet's all swollen. Your slit's
already opened up to a teardrop shape." He moved my
foreskin forward again, sealing my glans inside its
fleshy shroud with its heavily wrinkled pucker.
	"Now I'm going to move that skin back a little more,"
he said as I felt the traction of his fingers sliding
my foreskin back again.
	"My foreskin's tight, but it feels really good
against my helmet," I said. "That tight ring of skin's
pressing it, compressing it, and that's exciting."
	"Your big helmet's really stretching that skin, Jack.
I noticed that before. Your skin's tight at first, but
then after I work it back a few times, it loosens up.
Now I'll slide it back just a little more." I saw the
pucker dilate to a dime-sized opening as Tim worked my
foreskin back incrementally along my glans.
	"Now I'll slide it forward again, Jack. I like to see
how it puckers when I pull it all the way forward." I
felt his strong fingers pull my unresisting hood
forward over the taper of my glans to encapsulate it
once more, and then he gave my penis a slight squeeze.
	"I felt that, Tim. When you squeezed it, my muscles
contracted inside me."
	"You need a few more squeezes to get the full
feeling," he said. He gave my glans a few more
squeezes through the enveloping foreskin as he used
the index finger of his left hand to stroke my
urethra, working from base to tip. Each squeeze made
my prick-root throb, and I knew that my excitement was
mounting.
	"Tim, I'm sure you'll make me come tonight," I said.
"The way you're massaging my prick, I won't be able to
hold back." He smiled warmly at me, and then leaned
down to kiss me on the lips and chin.
	"Just leave it to me, Jack. You'll be begging for me
to make your cock shoot. I'll get your helmet so
swollen you'll think it's ready to explode." Tim
continued to apply his rhythmic squeezes to my
engorged tip, bringing me to a higher plane of
arousal.
	"Okay, now I'm gonna stretch your skin back again,"
he explained as he began pulling back on my foreskin.
It slid back more easily this time until the orifice
was the size of a dime, and then he stopped.
	"I'm feeling some resistance now. I'm going to pull
back a little harder."
	"Go ahead, Tim. It doesn't hurt. It feels really
good."
	"I figured it would. You told me how good it feels
when that tight ring of skin squeezes your helmet. Now
when I pull back, that big helmet's going to stretch
your skin more." As he spoke, I felt his fingers pull
my foreskin back, and now I saw that the opening was
the size of a quarter, exposing part of the front
dome."
	"That helmet's all hard and shiny, Jack. It really
looks beautiful. I'd like to see all of it, but I can
wait. I'm just gonna take my time with you." He pulled
my foreskin forward, and it slid easily down the taper
until the end had thickened into a pucker again. Now
he gave it a slight twist. I gasped, and he said:
	"That's to make sure your helmet stays hard. I'm
going to pull your skin back again, this time half-way
down." His strong fingers tugged on my foreskin, and I
felt the delicious compression of my glans as the
tight hood slid up-hill, baring the entire front dome.
	Ohhhh," I moaned at the acute sensations. I felt Tim
slide my foreskin forward again.
	"Now that I've loosened it up, I'm gonna get some
Albolene so I can slip my finger inside your skin," he
said, and he reached toward the bedside table. I saw
him rub a gob of lubricant between his thumb and index
finger, warming it to avoid the shock of cold lube on
my penis.
	"Now I'm going to hold it by the base to steady it,"
he explained. "I'll gradually work my finger into
you." I felt his forefinger touch the puckered end of
my foreskin, circling the thick fleshy pucker, easing
it open gently, and sending a tingle through my penis.
His finger probed into the long fleshy nipple, working
down toward my glans. A sudden shock told me that he
was touching my orifice.
	"There, I can feel your hole," he said. "I can feel
how it's gaping open." His fingertip began tracing
small circles around my distended orifice, sending
messages of joy deep into me, and I moaned again.
	"I can tell that's really doing it," he said. "Your
helmet feels so hard." I moaned again as his finger
accelerated, working around my swollen meatus.
	"I'm glad you've got a foreskin, Jack. It gives me
more to play with. I can do more things with your cock
than you can do with mine." His finger pushed farther
into my foreskin, stretching the delicate tissues as
it massaged the tender surface of my glans.
	"Now I'm going to go around your rim," he said, and I
felt his heavily lubricated finger press deeper into
my foreskin until it touched my corona. "That flare's
so sexy," he continued. "It's just like mine."
	"You really know what to do with my prick," I
whispered as the rush of sensations filled my glans
and shaft. I ran my fingertips lightly over Tim's dry
helmet, exploring its sexy contours as he was
exploring me.
	"I love pleasuring your cock, Jack, because I know
it's making you feel so good. I want to do it for you
like you did to me before supper." His fingers circled
my corona, working down one side until it reached
bottom.
	"There, that's the vee-groove under the head," he
commented. "That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked as
he pressed his fingertip into the vee. I felt my penis
twitch.
	"I felt that, felt your cock jerk. Now I'll work up
the other side." His finger slid around my corona
until it reached the top, and caressed the flare. I
lightly caressed his flaring ridge.
	"Now I'll work your groove, Jack." As he spoke, his
fingertip pushed farther in, until it settled in my
sulcus and began working down one side. When he
reached bottom, he pressed his fingertip into my
vee-groove again, sending another jolt of joy into my
glans and down my shaft.
	"I like to run my finger around your helmet," he
said. "It's so nice, so much like mine, and I'm
enjoying this as much as you." His finger continued
its travels around my glans, until he withdrew it.
	"I saw how excited you were getting, and I didn't
want you to shoot too soon," he explained. He resumed
pulling and twisting my foreskin, producing a gentler
sensation that didn't threaten to propel me into
orgasm.
	"Now let's do something different," he said as he
began stroking my perineum, caressing from just
forward of my anus to my tight sac. "Your balls are
always tight, but right now they feel a little tighter
than usual. I know you're excited." My excitement
began to subside somewhat.
	"I like to run my fingers around your helmet too,
Tim. I think it's really sexy, with those compound
curves and that long slit." Now I gently caressed his
frenulum, and I felt his penis twitch slightly. Tim
changed his stroke and explained:
	"Right now, though, I'll just squeeze the base of
your cock until you calm down. I want to make this
last just as much as you do because I really enjoy
playing with your stiff cock and all the skin." His
fingers closed around my shaft, gently stroking the
skin up and down slightly, at a pace calculated not to
inflame my passion further. His other hand was still
stroking between my legs.
	"You've got a drop of lube at your tip," I said to
him. "I hope I haven't got you too worked up." I
swiped my index finger across the lips of his slit and
then brought it to my mouth to taste its salty
viscosity.
	"No, I'm doin' fine, Jack. You won't make me come
yet." His strong fingers continued their gentle
stroking around my shaft and along my tube behind my
sac.
	"I feel really good, Tim. Do what you want now."
	"How about letting me polish your apple?" he asked.
	"Go ahead, Tim. I know you've been wanting to pull my
foreskin back since we started." He brought the
fingers of his left hand up my shaft and began tugging
in short pulls, gradually exposing my glans.
	"Now I've got it stretched to the size of a dime," he
said as he pulled my foreskin forward again to create
a pucker. Now he slid it back again.
	"Now it's stretched a bit more, like a quarter." He
enjoyed this slow and teasing approach to uncovering
my glans. He pulled my foreskin forward again, and
then slowly eased it back until my tip was half
uncovered.
"Now I've got those two bumps at the bottom of your
helmet uncovered." He ran the index finger of his left
hand into the vee-groove.
	"You like it when I put my finger into that groove,
don't you?" he asked.
	"Yeah, that's very sensitive, Tim." He continued
gently caressing the nerve endings in the bottom of my
groove.
	"Even though the doctor cut off your frenulum, you're
still pretty sensitive there. Each time I touch it, I
feel your cock twitch." I had my thumb and index
finger encircling the neck of his shaft, and gently
bumping his rim with light, delicate strokes.
	"Now I'll skin it back all the way," he said. I felt
his fingers tighten around my penis and tug on my
foreskin, stretching it to its maximum as it rode over
my corona.
	"Now I've got it down into your groove, Jack. Man,
you've got lots of skin. That foreskin ring's even
wider than your helmet." I felt him trace the thick
fleshy ring surrounding my rim, working around the top
flare and then down to the groove underneath.
	"That's nice, really nice," I murmured, relishing the
attention he was giving my engorged penis.
	"I'm going to use a little Albolene, Jack, to make
sure your helmet doesn't get dry." I felt his
fingertip apply the slippery substance to my glans,
working it around the rim and then across the broad
upper surface before descending to massage the
lubricant into the twin lobes underneath and the
vee-groove between them.
	"Now I'm going to pull back hard on your skin because
I want to see how the helmet stands out from your
shaft," he said, and I felt the tension in the skin
increase as he bared the groove behind my glans.
	"Now I can see it all," he commented. "Your helmet's
sort of pinkish-purple around the eye, and gets darker
farther back. The back face of your rim's almost
black. As he spoke, I felt his lubricated fingertip
probing the groove all around my rim, once more
pressing into my hot  spot under the glans and
returning to the top.
	"Oooooohhhh," I moaned, as the delicate sensations
filled my glans and caused my Kegel muscles to throb.
	"Now I'll polish your apple," he said as he flattened
his right hand and began moving his palm in small
circles over my sensitive front dome.
	That's nice, oooohhhh," I whispered, awash in
sensations as his palm caressed my nerve endings.
	"Your helmet's so hard and shiny now," he said. "This
is gonna bring you close, very close." He continued
the delicious wet friction, driving my excitement
higher.
	"Now I'll stroke your skin too, and bump your rim the
way you do when you jack yourself." His fingers began
a slow pumping motion on my foreskin, and I felt it
kiss my corona on the up-stroke. When his fingers
moved down, stretching the skin and its many nerve
endings, a hard contraction gripped my Kegel muscles
and I moaned loudly.
	"I'm gonna make you come now, because your helmet's
so hard and swollen, and you need relief." He stpped
up the pace and my awareness of the outside world
dimmed as all my attention became focused on my penis,
and especially the engorged glans that he was
massaging. A tightness gripped me, and although I
tried to remain relaxed, I felt myself slipping closer
to the brink.
	"Your hole's really leaking now, Jack. I'm gonna stop
polishing your apple and just stroke your skin to get
you closer." He removed his palm from my glans and now
there was only the rhythmic tensing of my foreskin as
he pulled it back hard and then pushed it up to bump
my corona. My eyes closed, and I was so tightly
focused on my sensations that I barely heard him as he
spoke:
	"You're right on the edge now." I felt my crotch
muscles contract and the first drop shot up my tube.
	"You just started coming," he said as he stopped
stroking. "Let's keep you there, right on the edge."
My straining glans craved more sensations, which were
not forthcoming because he held my foreskin tightly
back, and now my orgasm aborted, with only a single
drop oozing through the lips of my meatus.
	"I'm gonna pump you again, see if we can get another
drop out," I heard him say as his strong fingers
pumped my foreskin to bump against my rim.
	"A couple of strokes against your flare are gonna do
it, I think," he said as I felt a rush of sensation
building up deep inside me, and a second later a
powerful contraction seized me, sending a stream of
hot lava pouring up my urethra.
	"AAAAHHHH!" I cried out helplessly as the full force
of the orgasm hit me. I felt his fist flying over my
penis, bringing the foreskin up over my glans, pumping
the orgasm out of me. His fingers pulled back hard on
my foreskin before pushing it up in a long stroke that
enveloped my glans, rubbing it powerfully to provoke
another spasm. I cried out again, helpless in his
hands, as another hot torrent shot up my urethra and
erupted from my hole.
	I was in another world, floating on a cloud of
sensation, as Tim's strong fingers sustained my orgasm
with long and satisfying strokes. I shot again, and
suddenly had a feeling of tenderness in my glans as it
became too sensitive. I cried out loudly and felt his
stroking cease as he pulled my foreskin back hard and
held it.
	I cried out again as another load pumped out of my
root and pushed up my tube. The next was weaker, and
the next weaker yet, as my orgasm exhausted itself. I
lay stunned, my heart racing, sinking into the daze
that follows orgasm. After a couple of minutes he
spoke:
	"Man, it was beautiful, just beautiful, watching your
big helmet shooting those loads. I felt every throb,
and watched every drop. You really came a lot because
of the long build-up. I had you going for an hour this
time." I'd lost track of time, and had not noticed him
watching the clock. Now I opened my eyes.
	"Tim, your helmet's shiny now, and it's not even
lubed."
	"I know. It gets that way when I'm hot, and doing you
was one of the hottest scenes I've seen."
	"That shiny helmet tells me that you're ready to pop.
I'm gonna give you relief right now." I scooped up
some Albolene between the fingers of my right hand and
turned to face Tim, grasping his hot hard prick with
my left hand to steady it and working the Albolene
into the engorged glans with my right. He responded
immediately, sucking in his breath, and I began a
twisting stroke that I knew would trigger his orgasm
quickly. He lay back on the bed and I sat next to him,
working at his hot engorged prick, eager to watch the
lips of his long slit distend with his cream.
	"Ohhh, I can't hold off," he moaned, and I felt the
first hard throb in his shaft. His eyes stared at his
straining glans as my twisting fist covered and
uncovered it, and the first hot jet erupted from his
meatus, shooting high into the air. His hips bucked
and his helmet once more throbbed against my
encircling fingers as he shot another white stream.
His penis pulsed again, sending yet another jet
hurtling from his long slit.
	Tim was moaning and crying out helplessly as the
frenzy of his long-delayed orgasm shook his body. The
release seemed to relax him, because now he lay still
and silent as two more jets erupted from his straining
helmet, and then he was merely dribbling, oozing his
residual fluid, coming down off the high. I gave his
glans a couple of hard twists to make him release his
last drops, and then began milking his urethra.
	"Well, some of that cream went on the sheets," I
said.
	"Part of that's yours," he replied. I sank down next
to him and he turned his head to kiss me tenderly on
the lips.
	"Thanks, I needed that," he said, parroting the
cliché.
	"You're welcome, Tim. You really drained me, and I
could see that you needed draining too."
	"My cock's still tingling," he said. "Hell, my entire
groin is."
	"I can still feel a tingle down there," I answered.
	"That was terrific, Jack. What a great way to spend
our last night together."
	"Wait until morning. I've got something special
planned for you before we check out." I clasped his
prick and he clasped mine. Our eyes closed, and we
fell asleep that way, our semen congealing on the
sheets and on our bodies.
	Tim awoke before I did, and when I opened my eyes I
saw him smiling down at me before he leaned over and
kissed me on the lips. I hugged him to me, and we
stayed that way for a few minutes, our hard pricks
squeezed between our stomachs.
	"Remember I promised you something special for this
morning?" I asked. He nodded and I continued: "Let me
get into the bathroom first so that I can set things
up while you're in there." I got up and left him lying
there, anticipating my surprise. I finished in the
bathroom quickly, including a hurried shower, and
waved him in as I came out the doorway. While he was
in the bathroom I took the electro-stimulation gear
out of the box. When he returned I pointed to it and
said:
	"That genital massage we did yesterday was terrific,
but I was wondering how it would work on you combined
with electro." His eyes lit up, and he lay down
quickly on the bed.
	"Here, put this electrode by your anus like before,
and this blue band around the base of your prick. I'll
connect the wires." It didn't take long to plug in the
wires, and I then explained the set-up to him:
	Okay, the "B" channel runs from the base of your
prick to your anus. The "A" Channel runs from the base
of your prick to this." I held up the custom electro
glans cup that I'd made for myself.
	"You sent me one of those and it was a perfect fit on
my helmet," he remarked.
	"Yes, and I think this one should also fit your
helmet perfectly. Just let me squirt a little lube
inside the cup and on the blue band." Next, I put a
latex glove on my left hand.
	"I'll keep this glove on because I'll be handling the
cup with my left hand, and use my right to massage
you." I placed the cup over the bulky front dome of
his glans and turned on the power, adjusting the level
to 30.
	"I've got it on Waves now. That should get you
started, and keep you aroused, while I massage you
with my right hand. I didn't know if it was
anticipation or the effect of the pulses, but his
penis quickly swelled.
	"I can feel those tingles right through me," he said
happily.
	"Okay, Tim, while your prick's tingling, I'll start
with your balls." I delicately tickled the hairs on
his sac, lightly fingering them to produce a light
sensation to enhance the effect of the pulses.
	"That feels good, really good, Jack."
	"Your prick's twitching a little. Is it the pulses or
my finger?"
	"I don't know, but everything sure feels nice," he
replied. Now I moved my finger between his thighs,
probing for his perineum, where I began stroking his
urethra, from anus to scrotum. I felt a couple of
contractions in the root of his penis.
	"I don't know what your plan is, but I'll tell you:
You'll make me come this way for sure when you get to
my helmet." I continued massaging his urethra through
the thick skin, in long milking strokes that soon
brought a drop of dew to his slit.
	"You're already secreting," I said. "That's pretty
good." Now I switched to the insides of his thighs,
gently caressing the skin, alternating between right
and left thigh. I felt his fingers close around my
penis, fingering the foreskin.
	"You don't mind this, do you? It gets me excited to
touch your cock, especially that thick skin over the
helmet."
	"No, Tim, you know how my prick just loves the
attention. Do it as much as you want." Meanwhile I
switched to the underside of his penis, stroking his
urethra from the blue band all the way forward to his
vee-groove and the sensitive frenulum.
	"I'm just using a very light stroke on your fren
right now. That's why I'm doing it dry. It won't
irritate your tissues. Later, I'll lube your prick
with Albolene." I continued the light, almost teasing
strokes, along the underside of his penis, working
forward to his frenulum and the cup electrode that
covered his dome. I heard his breathing deepen, and I
knew that I was having a profound effect on him.
	"Are you gonna increase the power?" he asked.
	"No, I think I'll leave it right where it is. I just
want you to feel the waves going through your prick
and groin, and when I want you to come I'll do it with
my hand."
	"Pump my shaft-skin, okay? That always feels good,
when you hit the back of my helmet with it." I closed
my fingers around the middle of his shaft and began
lightly stroking the skin, pulling it up to deliver
light bumps against his flaring corona.
	"This is getting you hot, Tim," I said. "I can see
your helmet's so swollen it's getting glossy. I'd
better switch to something else, so you don't come too
soon." I dropped my hand and lightly cupped his sac,
which had drawn up tightly against his body. I used a
gentle kneading action, feeling the orbs sliding
inside the thick skin of his scrotum.
	"That's nice too, and it won't make me come," he
said. His fingers continued exploring my penis,
feeling it as it swelled in response to his caresses.
I kept cupping and kneading his scrotum.
	"You're getting me hard, and you're not even using
electro," I remarked.
	"Yeah, Jack, I like to feel that big helmet swelling
inside that skin, sliding the skin over it, and
stretching the skin out. It's almost like touching
mine, because your helmet's a twin of mine." I
returned to caressing his thighs, feeling that he was
becoming accustomed to my kneading his scrotum and
wanting to keep the sensations fresh for him.
	"That really excites me, when you roll the end of my
foreskin between your fingers."
	"I love the way it feels, and because your helmet's
just like mine, I imagine I'm doing it to my cock and
I've got skin like you."
	"It is yours, Tim," I said tenderly. "As long as
we're together like this, you can feel it and play
with it all you want."
	"Remember when we put our helmets together the other
day? I was really in heaven, feeling your smooth
helmet against mine."
	"I remember, Tim. I remember how warm your helmet
was, and how you slid it against mine, up and down,
side to side." Now I resumed tracing the outline of
his urethra, under his penis, and giving his frenulum
a light press each time I reached it.
	"It was great when we were tip to tip and we shot
together, Jack. I felt every throb of your hot cock
while we were coming together." Now I began tracing
his scar line, half an inch behind his rim, holding
his penis up by lifting the cup that encapsulated the
front of his glans.
	"You're sensitive there, I know," I said, as I worked
my fingertip lightly around the scar.
	"Oh, yeah, I am, Jack. That's getting me hotter. So's
touching your cock and that skin."
	"I know it is, Tim. I can see your helmet getting
shiny again. I'd better be careful now. With the
pulses going through your prick, you just might come
too soon." I returned to caressing his scrotum,
cupping it carefully and feeling his balls sliding
inside his sac.
	"I like the way you touch my balls, Jack. You never
squeeze too hard: you do it just right."
	"Remember, I've got balls of my own. I know what to
do." I gave his sac a few gentle tugs, stretching the
thick skin and the cremaster muscle inside it.
	"My wife would always squeeze them too hard. That
would really stop things right there."
	"I know how it is, Tim. My wife didn't know how to
handle my balls either. She wasn't so hot with my
prick, as well."
	"I'm glad I'm with you," he said. "You know just what
to do." Now I changed my technique, moving up to his
glans and caressing his corona with a light dry touch.
	"Oh, yeah, Jack, work on that rim. That's really
sensitive now." I felt the corona flare under my
finger, swelling to maximum size. Meanwhile, Tim had
my erection firmly established, although all he was
doing was rolling my foreskin nipple and occasionally
jiggling it over my swollen glans.
	"Now I'm gonna use the Albolene, Tim. When I do it,
try hard to relax. Make it last longer that way." I
dipped a fingertip into the jar and rubbed the
lubricant between thumb and forefinger to liquefy and
warm it before anointing his flaring corona. I ran my
fingertip around its contours, stimulating the little
bumps that contained the nerve endings. His penis
began to twitch again, and I moved back to the brown
scar ring, circling around it repeatedly.
	"Oh, damn, I'm not gonna be able to hold off for long
this way," he said plaintively.
	"I know this is very stimulating, Tim. Just do your
best." I picked up more Albolene and began working on
his glans and frenulum, resigned that this session
would not last as long as the previous one without the
electro.
	"Those pulses are really adding to my sensations," he
said, confirming my supposition.
	"Then let's go for it, Tim. I want your to have a
really hot come, one that you'll remember the rest of
your life. I'll switch to Toggle now, and increase the
power." I pushed the buttons on the electro unit and
now Tim's penis began jerking rhythmically. I resumed
massaging his glans and frenulum, circling around the
rim, and then his scar, feeling him respond. Tim's
body tensed, and his eyes closed. Now I grasped his
penis full-fisted, and began a twisting up and down
stroke, designed to bring on climax.
	"OH-OH-OH!" he cried as the rush of intense
sensations flowed into his penis and groin, for I had
turned up the power to 50 as well. I kept the electro
cup pressed against his straining glans, to ensure
that he'd receive the full power of the pulses, as I
maintained the hot twisting stroke. His penis
glistened in the soft room light, and it jerked with
every toggle as his Kegel muscles tightened. I felt
him let go of my penis as he became caught up in the
fury of his orgasm.
	"HAH! HAH! HAH!" he cried as the orgasm enveloped
him, and his penis pulsed powerfully in my clasping
fingers. A thick gush poured from under the glans cup
as his first ejaculation shattered his consciousness,
and now he was a mindless mass of sensations and
reflexes.
	He cried out again, and his penis throbbed, sending
another torrent of cream squirting into the cup and
out from beneath it, bathing his throbbing helmet and
my fingers with its slippery warmth. I worked the
thick cream into his corona, mixing it with the
Albolene, causing him to cry out and gush again.
	"Jack, Jack,!" he cried as his body shuddered
uncontrollably with the frenzy of his orgasm. His
penis throbbed hard between my fingers as he poured
another torrent into the cup covering the front dome
of his straining purple helmet. Now his throbs were
becoming weaker, and less viscous white fluid poured
from under the cup. I reached over to turn off the
electro unit, and gently held his prick by the neck as
I removed the cup from his helmet.
	A thick coat of semen coated the front of his glans,
oozing down the sides as more thick drops seeped from
between the slightly parted lips of his slit. His
breathing was slowing as his body came down off the
high of climax, and the shuddering had stopped as his
muscles began to relax. I bent over to kiss him on the
lips.
	"Oh, Jack, that was the hottest orgasm of my life,"
he said softly.
	"Even hotter than when you first jacked off?" I asked
him. I remembered vividly that my first orgasm, at age
12, was intense, so hot that I cried. Although it was
a dry orgasm, the rush of unfamiliar sensations had
devastated me, and my penis was too sensitive to touch
for a minute or two after I'd finished.
	"I think so," he said. "Maybe I just don't remember
my first one that well, but I'm sure I haven's come so
hard in years, and you know I've had some really hot
ones with you." I felt his fingers close around my
hard penis as he spoke, and he began working my
foreskin up and down.
	"Ooooohhh, that feels nice, Tim," I whispered.
	"Your cock is rock-hard, Jack."
	"That's what working on you did to me. It was really
arousing to watch you approaching orgasm, and then
feeling your prick throbbing in my fingers."
	"You need relief," he said as he pushed me flat on
the bed even before disconnecting the wires. "Just lie
back, relax, and close your eyes. This one's for you,"
he urged tenderly. I felt his other hand cup my tight
balls as he pumped my foreskin up and down.
	"I can feel your hard helmet through the skin, Jack.
It's so big and swollen."
	"Yessss," I whispered, feeling the sensations mount
in my lower body.
	"Your rim's really standing out. You've been hot and
hard all this time, and you're really gonna gush when
you let go," he said as he increased his rhythm,
pouring hot sensations into my penis.
	"Just let me do it," he urged. "Feel that long
cock-skin sliding up and down your helmet!" I tried to
remain relaxed, but the sensations in my prick and his
hot description were driving me inexorably toward the
brink.
	"I love to watch your helmet disappear under your
cock-skin, and then appear again when I pull it down.
I can feel its contours when I skin it back, and it's
so hot to watch the skin ride over the rim." He was
pumping my prick with full strokes, providing a deep
and satisfying friction that would have me hurtling
into the abyss in seconds.
	"Your helmet's so hard and purple now, so dark, and
the rim's really flaring out," he narrated as his
fingers worked their magic on my engorged penis.
	"You're leaking pre-come," he said as a tickling
feeling built up in my corona.
	"Oooohhh," I moaned as the tickle changed to a hot
tingle, and I felt myself slipping over the edge. The
tingle in my glans exploded, sending a bolt of
sensations down my shaft, and I felt the
thud-thud-thud of orgasm begin in my root. The first
torrent of hot lava poured into my tube, shooting up
my shaft.
	"HUNH-HUNH-HUNH!" I grunted helplessly as I felt the
cream searing its way up my tube and slamming through
the lips of my slit. In the split second between
contractions, I felt Tim's strong fingers peeling back
my foreskin hard, completely baring the glans so that
he could massage it with his left hand, which he'd
removed from cupping my balls. His fingertips sliding
over my tender, engorged glans sent hot sparks of
sensation stabbing deeply into my helmet and shaft,
triggering another pulse that squirted more juice into
my tube.
	I was crying and moaning, helpless in his hands, as
my hard shaft and straining glans responded to his
touches. I shot again, thighs spread widely, my body
shuddering, as he massaged my helmet's nerve endings.
His fingertips worked all around it, massaging the
broad upper surface, swiping across my meatus, and
then working around my hard, flaring corona.
	The intensity of my contractions eased, and now I was
just seeping, my ejaculatory muscles gently pouring
out the last drops, and I felt myself relaxing.
	"Man, you really shot, and that was without electro,"
he said as I opened my eyes.
	"Thanks, Tim," I said as I pulled him down to me and
kissed him on the lips. He tenderly kissed my cheek
and then my neck, caressing my body as he did so.
	"I had a real ring-side seat, watching you come," he
said. I saw your helmet getting darker, and felt it
getting harder, and when you shot your first load I
skinned you back. I wanted to get that skin right back
so I could see the entire helmet shooting. I kept your
skin tight, because you told me how hot it is for you
when the nerve endings are stretched. Too bad you
don't have a gee-string to pull your helmet down."
	"That got cut off when I was born," I answered. "I
told you about that. You're lucky they didn't cut
yours." I felt my penis softening now, and Tim's
strong fingers milking the shaft to force out the
residue. I gave his penis a couple of squeezes, but
most of his residual fluid had already dripped out, so
I removed the electrodes and disconnected the wires.
	"I guess we'd better pack and get on our way," he
said, rising and heading for the bathroom. I followed
him into the shower.
	"I don't think I even need to soap up," I said. "I
just have to rinse the cream off me." Tim's deft
fingers worked my foreskin back, and he cupped his
hand to pour water over my naked glans.
	"I'll miss this," he said. I hugged him to me.
	"This was a good weekend, although shorter than the
others," I replied.
	"We can always have phone sex," he suggested as we
dried each other.
	"That's nice, but not at all like being with you," I
said.
	"No, but we live a thousand miles apart."
	"How are things with you and Susan?" I asked.
	"We seem pretty comfortable with each other," he
said.
	"I hope it works out," I said as we packed. When we'd
loaded our stuff into our respective vehicles, we went
back into the room for a final check to make sure we
hadn't forgotten anything. I grasped his hand and
pulled him to me, and felt his arms wrap around me as
we exchanged a long wet tongue-probing kiss. I felt
him shudder against me, and when we broke he noticed
that I was crying. We then checked out and drove off,
he heading east and me heading west.
	This was the last time I saw Tim. A few weeks later,
he phoned to tell me that he Susan were getting
married that weekend. He sent me photos of their
honeymoon, which they spent in East Conjunction, Iowa,
exploring the metropolitan area. A few weeks after
that, I found a new girlfriend. Tim and I still
exchange cards at Christmas.

The end