Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2005 05:03:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jim in the Morning, Adult Friends, 1/1

Jim in The Morning
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Jim and I awoke next morning, still snuggled against
each other. At our ages (27 for me, 35 for Jim) we
still got gigantic piss hard-ons each morning. Jim
threw the covers off and we stared at each other. Both
our cocks had straight shafts, with a big vein on the
right side. His was slightly longer than my six inches
More importantly, both our helmet-shaped tips were
covered by ample foreskins, which kept the heads moist
and sensitive. Even with full erections, we each had
enough foreskin length to protect our precious purple
jewels.
	His fingers slowly closed around my bulging glans and
began to jiggle the hood back and forth over it while
I did the same for him. Then he squeezed my helmet
several times through the protective sheath. After the
third squeeze I felt a throb deep inside, and knew my
cock-root was responding to his touch.
	"Feel good?" he asked.
	"Very good," I replied as I began squeezing his tip
the way he had mine. "How about you? That feel nice?"
	"Oh, yes, very nice. I really like that. Are you
hungry yet?" We'd skipped dinner the previous evening
because we'd been so avidly engaged in sex. I knew
we'd need something before beginning our day at the
convention.
	"I could eat something light, Jim. Let's call room
service. Maybe toast and coffee would hit the spot."
This was almost 40 years ago, and during the
mid-1960s, bagels and croissants were unknown outside
America's largest cities. Jim rolled over and picked
up the phone, requesting delivery in a half hour.
	"This'll give us time to get off, then," he said.
"After, we can take turns in the bathroom so that one
of us will be able to answer the door when the stuff
arrives." His fingers again closed around my cock,
urging my long foreskin back and forth in longer
strokes.
	"Aaaahh, that feels really good. You really know how
to pleasure my cock."
	"That's because I know how to handle your cockskin,
and yours is just like mine." Last night I'd first
noticed that Jim used the term "cockskin" instead of
foreskin, possibly because that was what it was called
in the small town where he'd been born. He'd been
lucky that the only doctor in town didn't believe in
circumcision, which is why he and all the other males
in town had remained intact.
 	"Last night you mentioned going tip to tip, or head
to head. Want to try it now?"
	"Yeah, let's do that. I think you'll really like it.
I know I will." He stripped my foreskin all the way
back, and I followed his example, stripping back the
thick fleshy cock-glove and exposing his delicious
purple helmet. The aromas from our cocks filled the
air, and we inhaled deeply.
	"I love that smell," I said. "I know you do too." Now
Jim thrust forward slightly and I felt the hardness of
his glans pressing against mine.
	"We just rub our tips together, this way," he began.
"This is going to feel wonderful."
	"It already does," I said as I felt the delicious
smooth friction of his glossy glans sliding against my
own. His fingers moved my helmet in small circles
against the front of his.
	"Now I lube a lot," he explained. "I've got enough
lube for both of us, so I know we won't run dry."
Lubricated by his cock-honey, the warmth of his
swollen tip caressed mine, heightening my pleasure.
"Our bladders are full, so that adds to the tension.
We won't be able to hold off for long."
	"I see it's already getting to you," I said. "Your
balls are already getting tight."
	"That's because feeling your hard tip against mine is
really hot," he said. He began rubbing my glans across
his, our slits kissing each other. I felt a slight
stretching sensation as his slit caught the edge of
mine and pulled it sideways.
	"You're really leaking now," I observed. "You really
have enough for both of us."
	"I'm going to try coming the same moment you do," he
said. "I've seen your big tip shooting, and now I want
to feel it shooting against mine when I let go." Jim
kept up the sideways friction, and I saw his scrotum
contract tightly against his body. Mine was already
tight, as it always is.
	"Good thing we've got our foreskins peeled back. Mine
feels like a thick tourniquet behind the head."
	"Good thing we've both got tight cockskins," he
replied. "They keep the heads filled with blood. I can
see how big yours is, and feel how hard it is against
mine."
	"Your helmet's hard too. We're both pretty hot now."
I felt Jim change his technique, rotating my glans
around his so that the tops, sides, and the bottoms
rubbed against each other.
	"This'll get the entire head stimulated," he said.
"It's going to be hotter than jacking off." Now he
thrust forward again, and our rims caught. I felt the
back face of his flaring corona sliding against mine
as he rotated my glans around his.
	"Ooooohhhh, that feels really nice," I said.
	"It feels really nice for me too," he said. "Your
flange has those little buds all over the back, where
the nerve endings stick out. That's really tickling my
rim." Jim was right. Not many guys have their nerve
endings protruding in little buds of sensation the way
mine do around the back face of my glans, and the
friction against his rim must have been very arousing.
	"Feels really nice..." I continued.
	"I know it does, Jack. Now I'm going to do something
you'll really like." I felt his firm fingers lovingly
stretching my thick fleshy collar back along my shaft,
stretching its nerve endings, and I pressed back
against his skin to give him the same sensation.
	"Yeah, that's nice. I don't think we'll be able to
hold out much longer." I felt the fingers of his other
hand grasp the wrinkled skin of my scrotum, stretching
it and adding another dimension to the erotic
sensations filling my groin. I grasped his scrotal
skin with thumb and index finger to give him the same
pleasure, because I was learning a lot from Jim about
how to caress a man's genitals to provide maximum
pleasure and wanted to give him as good as he was
giving me.
	Oooohhh, yeah, do it," he whispered. "It really feels
good for me." His eyes were fixed on our cocks as he
remarked: "See how our tips are getting darker? I can
feel yours also got harder in the last few seconds.
You're close, and maybe we can come together."
	"I think we will," I whispered back. "My tip's
starting to tingle a bit." Now he moved back slightly
so that the domes of our engorged helmets were again
pressing against each other and he resumed the
sideways sliding that stretched the lips of my meatus
with a delicious sensation. A hot tingle filled my
glans, and I knew I was ready to pop. My eyes closed
as I whispered to him:
	"I'm right there..."
	"Me, too," he grunted, and I felt the first hot blast
of cream from his straining glans shooting hard
against mine, covering the front dome of my purple
helmet. I was right on the edge, and then I felt one
of his fingers stroke the hot spot under my helmet,
triggering my orgasm. I cried out in pure joy as my
cock-root contracted, sending a hot stream up my
urethra. The lips of my slit distended as the
high-pressure gush poured from between them, coating
his throbbing glans.
	I felt his hot glans throb against mine as he shot
again, and I heard his cry of blissful agony in the
distance as my cock-root contracted again, sending
another jet of hot lava to burn its way up my tube. I
felt his helmet thrust hard against mine as his body
reacted mindlessly, caught up in the torrid frenzy of
his orgasm. The pulses in his shaft hammered against
my encircling fingers as he shot.
	Now I felt his fingers wrap around my throbbing
helmet, twisting hard to increase my sensations, and I
went into another reflexive spasm. This time, though,
the ridges of his fingers and palm, rougher than the
glassy-smooth texture of his glans, sent an electric
thrill stabbing deeply into my helmet, a bolt of
sensation that raced down my shaft like a hot spark.
When it hit my cock-root, I felt another spasm begin,
but unlike the previous brief pulses, this was a hard
contraction that lasted for a couple of seconds and
sent a torrent of hot fluid shooting up my tube to
pour from my orifice and bathe both cock-heads in its
viscous warmth.
Jim cried out helplessly as I felt his cock-head throb
again, bathing my glans in the warmth of his fluid.
The viscous liquid masked the friction of his fingers
somewhat, preventing the sensations from becoming too
intense. I cried out again as we both shot
simultaneously, our jets mixing between our big round
domes as their throbs pounded against each other. I
felt as if my entire being was being extruded through
my throbbing helmet.
	Now my glans suddenly became too sensitive, and I
felt him release his grip.
	"My tip's too sensitive..." I heard him mutter as our
orgasms wound down to feeble throbs that expelled the
last oozing drops of sperm from our bodies. We
remained in the same position, our helmets pressed
against each other, as I felt the weaker throbs
against my sensitive dome. The compelling sedation of
the afterglow descended over me, and as my conscious
mind began working again, I knew that Jim must be
feeling the same way. 	After about two minutes, he
spoke:
	"How'd you like it when I twisted my fingers around
both our heads?"
	"Oh, wow, that was lovely. You did it just right. You
let go at the right moment too, when I was getting too
sensitive."
	"That's because I was doing us both, and we came at
the same time. When my tip became too sensitive, I
knew yours must be too." Just then there was a knock
at the door.
	"That must be room service, Jack. You run into the
bathroom and I'll answer it." I jumped up as Jim put
on his bathrobe, and after I'd closed the bathroom
door I heard voices in the room. I hurried through my
business, taking a quick shower, and was out of there
in only a couple of minutes. Jim was munching on
toast, a steaming cup of coffee on the tray in front
of him.
	"Here, there's some for you. I'm going to jump into
the bathroom." I sat and began eating, relishing the
flavor of the warm toast and salt butter, very hungry
after not having eaten the previous evening. In a few
minutes Jim emerged from the bathroom, snatching
another piece of toast as he began dressing.
	"The first seminar's at nine. I guess I'd better get
dressed too," I said. We threw on our clothes as we
finished the sparse breakfast, and just made it on
time. When we broke for lunch, we had a heavy meal at
the hotel restaurant, a noted steak house, because we
planned to head straight for the room when the last
workshop had ended. At five, the last seminar had
ended and we took off.
	We stripped down and lay side by side, sitting
against the headboard with our hands in each other's
crotches. We'd been half-hard when we'd undressed, and
within seconds, our pricks were fully swollen under
the stimulation. I'd pulled the end of Jim's foreskin
gently forward and felt the glans pushing against my
fingers from within the fleshy foreskin. It had taken
Jim only a few deft squeezes of my helmet through the
skin to bring me to attention.
	"I'd been thinking about this all day," he said.
"Guess you have too."
	"It was on my mind so much that I had trouble
concentrating during the programs," I replied. "We're
both hot as pistols." Now that Jim's cock was hard, I
began sliding the foreskin back in small increments,
slipping it down the glans and bringing it back to the
top. His purple dome appeared and then vanished again
as I swept the hood up to cover it. He was doing the
same to my hard prick.
	"I bet your wife really likes to feel that big helmet
pushing inside her," I said. "I don't even know if
you're married."
	"Yep, I'm married. My wife was surprised when she
first saw my dick because she'd never seen one that
was u
ncut. She thought all guys were cut. Then I showed her
how the cockskin worked, and how it makes the cock
thicker when it gets pushed back behind the
rim, so that the woman feels more sensations during
sex."
	"How did your wife react?" I asked.
	"That evening was the first time we had sex, and she
said she enjoyed the test drive a lot. The big head
and the folded cockskin behind it really stretched her
out, and she came three times before I did." As Jim
was speaking, I slowly slipped his hood back to
uncover the prize beneath.
	"I really like the shape of your helmet," he said.
"It's a lot like mine, except for the way your slit
opens up when you're hard, and it's exactly the way
Andy told me it was. I think it's better than a work
of art."
	"Is there anything he didn't tell you about me?" I
asked.
	"He told me about everything you did together. We
were naked just like this and he told me all about it,
and even showed me. That was really hot. He showed me
exactly how he handled your cockskin, doing the same
to mine. Finally, he made me come, just the way he'd
done to you."
	"I know that must have been hot. Did you do anything
to him in return?" I asked.
	"After I came, I went to work on his cockskin. He's
got the most cockskin I've seen on any man. He was
hard, and an inch of it was drooping off the end of
his cock, and I slipped my tongue into it. He went
wild. I worked the cockskin off the end of his dick
with my lips, and then he shot a really heavy load. It
just squirted out from that tight little slit he's
got. You've seen it."
	"I saw it," I answered. "He shoots his loads with a
lot of pressure because his slit's so small."
	"Yeah, that red mushroom tip of his pumped out the
juice all over us. His jizz was flying." Now I had
Jim's helmet uncovered, with the foreskin gathered
behind it like a tight fleshy collar, and his purple
helmet was glistening in the soft room light as a
clear drop parted the lips of his long slit.
	"I'm glad you seep a lot," I commented. "Andy did
too, and he shared his with me just like you did." Jim
eased my foreskin back behind the ridge, where it
locked in place.
	"Your dick smells wonderful," he said, putting his
nose close to my swollen glans. "You took a shower
this morning, and it's had just enough time to develop
a wonderful aroma that turns me on. It doesn't smell
of piss at all, and I know you're careful when you
pee."
	"Right. I always skin back and use a piece of toilet
paper to get the last drop." I felt the tip of his
tongue tickling my exposed slit, spreading the pouting
lips as he probed between them. During the 1960s, we
didn't worry about exchanging body fluids.
	"Yours tastes good, too," he breathed as he worked
his tongue down under the head and followed the groove
up one side to the top. The nerve endings in my rim
began to tingle. I shifted my body so that my mouth
was close to his erect penis, as I wanted to taste him
too.
	"That purple helmet looks so sexy," I murmured as I
probed his long slit with my tongue. A drop of clear
fluid was balanced between its lips and my tongue
swept it away, spreading it in small circles around
the front dome of his glans. I felt his hot hard glans
throb against my tongue as I traced the contours of
his dome.
	"I'd like to try something new with you," Jim said as
he removed his mouth from my helmet. "Remember how
this morning when I wrapped my fingers around our
cock-heads you almost jumped out of your skin? Us
uncut guys have very sensitive tips, and most of the
time we use our cockskins to jack our dicks. The
inside of the cockskin's about as smooth as the head,
and it's a very smooth friction. Now the palm and
fingers of your hand have ridges, and compared to the
inside of your cockskin they're almost as rough as
sandpaper. I'd like to get you off by using my
fingertips on your dickhead."
	"That would be terrific, I think. I don't know if I
could stand it, though. This morning was so intense."
	"At first, it'll be a shock. It's really intense, and
you'll feel like you're about to come. Just relax, and
enjoy it, and when you do come, you'll really pour it
out. Now just lie down for this." As I moved to lie
horizontally, I noticed Jim's slit was drooling
profusely. His foreskin was up over the glans, but the
tip of his precious jewel was just visible through the
slot in his sheath, and the fluid was running out of
it. He lay alongside me and scooped up some of his
lubricant on his fingertips and spread the viscous
liquid lightly around the rim of my glans, sending a
tingle down my shaft.
	"Ahhhh!" I moaned.
	"Just relax," Jim murmured, letting his fingers do
the walking over my engorged helmet. "Just let it
happen to you." His fingertips swept lightly around my
rim, and then worked down to the hot spot under the
head.
	"You've got a really deep groove under the head. Your
gee-string isn't thick like mine, and it doesn't pull
the head down when you tug on it," he said as he
strummed the strip of sensitive tissue from side to
side with a fingertip.
	"Ohhhh, that is so hot..." I trailed off, paralyzed by
the intense sensations that pervaded my swollen glans.
My legs were spread out, and I felt them begin
trembling under the stimulation.
	"Just stay relaxed," he urged me. "If you let
yourself tighten up, it'll be over too soon." His
fingers had now returned to my rim on top, caressing
the flaring upturn and moving down into the groove to
hit the back-face of my corona. I made a conscious
effort to relax as the sensations whipped through me,
and was able to let my leg muscles remain still.
	"Now I'm going to go round the top," he said, and I
felt his fingers caressing the broad upper surface of
my helmet, making me moan helplessly in response. I
felt a throb deep in my cock-root, and my stomach
muscles contracted sharply despite my efforts to
remain relaxed. Now I felt him remove his fingers,
although he still held my cock around the middle of
the shaft.
	"I'm going to give you a break. You're getting too
close too soon. Your tip's turning darker purple, and
I felt it get harder under my fingers."
	"Ohhhh, I felt like I wasn't able to hold out any
longer," I said. "You had me shivering and my cock
feels so hard, like it's going to explode."
	"That's what it does to you. That's why you have to
catch your breath and relax," he continued.
	"I didn't expect it to be so intense," I replied. My
shaft and glans felt totally swollen, rigid, and hot.
	"Good thing you're lying down. If you'd been standing
up, you would have collapsed, if not now, when you
came. The reason it's so intense is that I'm hitting
different spots on your cock every second. If I just
worked around the rim, say, the nerve endings would
get tired out and it wouldn't be as intense."
	"You've got it just right," I agreed. "The way you're
doing it is really reaching me. I feel it deep
inside." Even now, I felt some residual throbs in my
cock-root, and the hardness of my glans had not
receded at all.
	"Take a few deep breaths to get yourself relaxed, and
we'll pick it up again," he urged. I did as Jim had
suggested, and I felt some of the tension leave my
body.
	"Yeah, I think it's under control now," I murmured. I
was still fully aroused, but I wasn't feeling as if
his next touch would send me over the edge."
	"Now I'm going to start again." I felt his fist
tighten around my shaft as he dragged my skin back,
pulling the fleshy ring of foreskin down away from my
glans and stretching it out behind the rim. "I'm going
to work on the inside of your cockskin and the back of
the rim." I felt his fingers lightly caressing the
inside of my inverted fleshy foreskin, moving to hit
the nerve endings in my groove, and finally working
around the circumference of my corona. The tension
began building up in my body again.
	"Yeah, it's really hot," I whispered. His fingertips
moved around my rim, working downward on both sides,
until they met under the head. Now he caressed the
twin lobes of my corona just behind where they met in
a thin weld line, and I felt his thumb pressing
against the top flare of my hard-edged corona, sending
new thrills into my glans.
	"How's this?" he asked as his thumb flicked over my
flaring ridge several times while his other fingers
pressed into the triangular groove under my glans. My
cock-root contracted again as I whispered:
	"Ohhhh, it's out of this world..." My awareness of the
outside world was dimming as all of my attention
became focused on the intense sensations in my swollen
cock. He was snapping his thumb over my corona as he
stretched my foreskin back tightly, and the
combination of pressing, rubbing, and stretching was
overwhelming me. My stomach muscles tightened and my
legs began trembling again.
	"You're really close, buddy," he whispered in my ear
as his fingertips continued to work their erotic magic
on my engorged shaft and glans. His fingers swept
around the corona again, and traced the contours of my
front dome, sending shocks of sensation stabbing
deeply into my swollen glans.
	"Your helmet's dark purple," I heard him say faintly
in the distance as my eyes closed. My glans ached for
relief, and I felt the tension in my cock-root
increase almost to the point of being painful.
	"Too bad your eyes are closed," he continued. "You're
going to miss the show, but I'll be watching." His
fingertips now caressed the upper surface of my glans
again, and then swept down underneath, working up and
back to the top flare of my corona. My legs were
trembling hard, and my breathing was ragged as I felt
the sensations build.
	I cried out as a sudden shock filled my glans and
shaft, shooting down to my cock-root, which contracted
sharply in response. I felt a hot torrent pouring out
into my urethra deep inside my body, and rush towards
the tip. The hot stream bent sharply around the curve
in my tube where it entered the head, and erupted from
my pouting slit-lips.
	"GO FOR IT!" I heard Jim shouting as I writhed on the
bed, another contraction gripping my body. The stream
felt like hot lava as it burned its way up my
sensitive urethra and poured from my glans. Another
hard shock deep inside told me that I'd shot again,
and I cried out helplessly as the heavy gush poured up
my tube. Time stopped, and I felt myself tumbling into
mindless sensation as my consciousness numbed with the
overwhelming spasms.
	My arms were spread out as were my legs as another
hard contraction gripped me, sending a fourth stream
of hot juice up my straining shaft and glans. I felt
myself shooting again, and then a sixth ejaculation
filled me with sensation as it seared my urethra. My
glans suddenly became hyper-sensitive, and the light
caress of his fingertips felt like sandpaper, making
me sob loudly as my entire body writhed in joyful
agony.
	Suddenly the hot torture of his fingertips against my
straining helmet stopped, although he still gripped my
shaft tightly to keep the skin stretched back hard.
Another, weaker, spasm filled my cock-root, and a
slower gush seeped up my urethra, although without the
force of the first ones. I knew my orgasm was tapering
off and would soon end. The residual spasms continued
for a few more timeless seconds, and then I became
utterly still, shocked and dazed by the force of my
orgasm.
	"Brother, you really poured it out that time. You
shot at least a foot into the air." I heard him say,
my mind barely able to understand him. I was relaxing,
sinking into the languorous state that follows climax,
totally apathetic and uncaring. My body had just had a
tremendous shock to the nervous system, and I was
torpid and helpless as Jim gently laid my prick down
on my stomach. I felt the seepage of a few drops
oozing from my orifice, and their warmth as they
settled on my stomach.
	"You were right. Good thing I was lying down. I would
have collapsed even before I started coming." My prick
had begun to soften, and now Jim picked it up and
lovingly began to milk the creamy residue from my
urethra, wiping the glans gently with a towel as the
viscous fluid seeped from my slit. He dabbed at my
stomach, removing the thick fluid that had soaked into
the hairs, and then lay back awaiting his turn. By
this time I had revived enough to grasp his hard shaft
in my left hand and hold it upright.
	"You're really pouring out that lube," I began. "No
problem doing your prick." I began sliding my
fingertips over his glossy lubricated glans, following
the contours of the helmet as I worked back to his
corona. It felt hot, hard, and slippery under my
fingers, and as he sighed I knew that the sensations
in his prick must have been delightful.
	"Yeah, that's really good for me," he sighed. "Just
massage the head and make me come!" I lightly traced
the flare of his corona, knowing that this was sending
waves of sensation into his body, heightening his
excitement. Now I swept my fingers in a circle around
the middle of his helmet, working across the top and
down underneath to caress the twin lobes of his
corona, so much like mine.
	"Your balls are nice and tight now," I said as I
continued to massage his sensitive helmet. His arms
went out to the sides, as mine had, as his excitement
mounted.
	Unlike mine, the lips of his long slit did not pout
but remained closed when his glans was swollen with
erection, but now they parted as a large clear drop
forced its way between them. I slid two fingers up to
the slit and massaged the heavy lubricant into the
front dome of his helmet, provoking a deep sigh of
delight as the sensations reached into him.
	"Don't stop," he pleaded through clenched teeth as
his stomach muscles tightened and his legs began to
tremble. I knew he'd been strongly aroused as he'd
been milking the orgasm from my throbbing cock, and he
needed release badly.
	"Don't worry, buddy, I'll make you come fast and
hard," I reassured him as my fingers twirled around
his purple helmet. "You're getting darker and I feel
it getting harder, so it won't be long until you're in
heaven.
	"Pull my cockskin back like I did you," he said. I
tightened my grip on his shaft and tugged the thick
fleshy ring away from his flaring corona, stretching
it tightly and inverting it so that I could touch the
inner lining of his foreskin. Now I made a circle of
my fingers around his tightly stretched flesh and
twisted, making him cry out at the sudden intense
shock of sensation.
	"Yeah, do it! DO IT!" he whispered as I moved my
fingers to attack his flaring corona, twisting them
around the totally exposed back-face and caressing the
nerve endings in the deep groove behind it. His body
tensed and lifted from the bed a few inches, and I
knew he'd be blasting off any second. A thrill swept
through me as I realized that I was about to give Jim
the same glorious sensations he'd given me only
minutes before.
	The lips of his slit parted again, and I spread the
viscous liquid around the dome of his glans, moving
back gradually to caress the flaring corona and its
smooth back-face. His engorged purple helmet glistened
as I massaged its sensitive nerve endings. Suddenly he
cried out:
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as his entire body
tightened with the first contraction of orgasm. A
heavy white jet shot from his swollen tip, slamming
the lips of his slit open as it shot high into the
air. I swept my fingers over the rounded front of his
glans, then strummed his gee-string as I tightened my
grip on the shaft and yanked back hard to make the
beautiful helmet dip towards his balls.
	My fist still gripped Jim's shaft, and my encircling
fingers felt the heavy pounding of his orgasm
traveling up from his cock-root. The hard throbbing of
his glans hammered against my caressing fingertips as
I swept them back over the tapering helmet to reach
his corona.
	Jim cried out again, his face twisted in joyful
agony, as his prick throbbed again and released
another thick jet. The fluid arced high into the air
and wet my fingers and his throbbing helmet as it fell
back, and I twisted my fingers around the head again.
Another jet shot urgently from his gaping slit,
pouring out to coat his throbbing tip and my dancing
fingers. I gripped his shaft hard and twisted, while
clasping his glans in my fist and twisting it in the
opposite direction to give him a "snake-bite" that
provoked another hard spasm of ejaculation.
	His cries suddenly rose in pitch, and I knew he'd
reached the point where his cock was too sensitive. I
stopped twisting and released his glans, letting it
gush its last drops as his orgasm lost power. His body
relaxed as his cock continued oozing, the hot fluid
running down his glans to wet my fingers encircling
his shaft.
	"Man, that was hot!" he exclaimed, looking at me. "I
just exploded."
	"Yeah, you did. I missed seeing myself come, but I
was watching your prick every second, and feeling
every throb. If I hadn't just come, I probably would
have had an orgasm just watching and feeling your hot
prick throbbing in my fingers."
	"I don't know why I didn't come while I was doing
you," he said. "I know I was right on the edge for
awhile."
	"That's why you needed to come so fast when I started
working on you. Your balls were tight and your tip was
already dark purple and hard." I saw Jim visibly
relaxing as I spoke, the tension draining from his
body as the afterglow crept over him. I was beginning
to feel sleepy.
	"I know I don`t want any dinner," he said. "Are you
hungry?"
	"Not at all," I replied. "I just want to lie down."
His prick was softening, and I carefully pulled the
long foreskin over his purple glans. Then I wiped him
with the towel, dabbing at the creamy puddles cooling
on his stomach and wiping away the sticky residue in
his pubic hair. Finally, I wiped the outside of his
penis, keeping the long foreskin fully forward to
avoid touching his sensitive helmet with the rough
towel. We held each other tightly, enjoying the silent
intimacy.

The End