Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 06:26:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pocket Vibrator, Adult Friends, 1/1

Pocket Vibrator
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

My old friend Chris and I had a day together shortly
after our four-way sex session with Bud and Ken. As it
happened, Bud and Ken were out of town for a few days,
and I invited Chris to spend that Saturday with me.
Chris and I had known each other long before we'd met
Bud and Ken, and as Chris had been away ten years, we
had some catching up to do. When Chris arrived, I had
a pot of coffee ready.
"I see you haven't forgotten," he remarked as he
walked into the kitchen. Chris had been the one who
had taught me that drinking coffee enhances sex by
producing "coffee nerves" and filling the bladder. Now
we spoke while drinking several cups of coffee each:
"I think this will make sex better for us, especially
now that we're older and need all the help we can
get," I replied.
"You're right, Jack, and as I'm a few years older than
you, (He was in his late 40s) I sometimes feel my age.
At times my erection isn't as firm as it used to be.
Attaining orgasm also takes me longer, although this
isn't necessarily a bad thing."
"I take longer to come, too," I said. "I don't mind a
delayed orgasm, as long as I eventually shoot my load.
One guy I know takes a prescription drug for his high
blood pressure. He can get hard, but he can't come at
all."
"My blood pressure's a bit high, but I don't want to
take anything for it because I know it sometimes has
side effects. Not being able to attain orgasm would
make me absolutely miserable."
"Can't blame you, Chris. I'd feel the same way. Having
to use a vacuum pump to get hard, then not being able
to come, would make life not worth living." At the
time, Viagra had not yet been invented.
"You make good strong coffee, Jack. I'm glad you do."
Chris finished his cup and I poured us refills.
"I use only fresh-ground coffee. That's best." We
finished another cup each before Chris spoke again:
"I brought my battery-powered vibrator with me. I
think you've seen it before." I remembered it, a
cream-colored plastic cylinder that tapered to a blunt
point and ran off one "AA" cell.
"Last time, years ago, we used it to make each other
come." Chris nodded, and pulled the vibrator from his
pocket. It was six inches long and half an inch thick,
except for the tapered end.
"This really works well under your foreskin," he said.
"Perhaps you could take off your pants now and I'd be
able to start on you." I had my pants and shorts off
in a minute, revealing my limp penis.
"I like your long tapering foreskin," he said,
bringing his chair closer to mine. "The way it forms a
nipple in front of your glans is very appealing." He
picked up my penis with two fingers on either side of
the skin-covered head, leaving the nipple drooping in
front of the big bulging helmet. Squeezing his fingers
together gently, he caused the head to slide back
farther within its skin tube. Then he grasped my
foreskin's long nipple and pulled it away from my
body, gently shaking it from side to side. The
sensation of my big helmet sliding inside its fleshy
shroud was exciting, and I felt it begin to swell.
Now I'm going to insert the vibrator to give you
another sensation," he said. I felt the tip of the
vibrator press into the pucker at the end of my hood,
the buzzing filling it with pleasant sensations, as
Chris slipped it into the orifice. The flesh of my
foreskin parted as the tip of the vibrator pushed into
the channel, stimulating the nerve endings with its
steady electric hum.
"It'll be touching your meatus in a moment," Chris
said as he gently pushed it farther. I felt the hard
buzzing plastic tip press against my slit, filling my
glans with sensations that made it expand even more
inside its hood.
"That's doing it to me, that feels so good....." I said
as Chris continued sending messages of electric
delight into my swelling helmet. "I just love to dock
with that vibrator," I continued.
"I know you do," he replied. "I can see the effect
now. Your glans is almost fully swollen, even though
your shaft hasn't caught up with it yet." My penis was
still somewhat limp, because all of my sensations were
focused in my distending helmet.
"It's making the head tingle," I said. I saw the end
of the vibrator push farther under my foreskin,
stretching it as it probed deeper into the hood. I
felt it caress the top part of my helmet, then advance
to buzz against my flaring rim.
"Now I'll run it completely around your corona," he
said as he began pushing the vibrator down one side of
the head, following the contours of my rim and
dragging the foreskin down as it swept towards the
underside of my head. Now the rounded tip pressed into
my hot spot under the head, caressing the gee-string
anchored between the twin lobes of my corona. Now
Chris pushed down on the body of the vibrator, pulling
the foreskin away from front of the head.
""Your meatus is just the way I remember it," he said.
"I think that tear-drop orifice is so sexy and
attractive." He set the vibrator down on the seat of
my chair, leaving it to vibrate inside my hood, and
quickly undressed. His penis was rigid, almost six
inches long and thicker than mine. In keeping with his
olive-skinned complexion, Chris's cock was
significantly darker than mine, heavily pigmented,
even the dry, leathery head. A thick and wrinkled
circumcision scar filled the groove behind his rim.
His prick had a classic "mushroom" head, with blunt
front dome, coming back to form a thick rim without
even a hint of flare. His shaft was as thick as his
tip, and had a big vein on its right side. In front
was a long slit, a continuation of the weld line
connecting the two halves of his rim where they met
under the head to form a triangular groove, and the
way the lips gaped gave it a cratered appearance. Now
that he was fully hard the lips were drooling clear
lubricant that flowed down the groove under the head.
"I'm going to give you some of my lubricant," he said
as he slid forward in his chair to bring the tip of
his prick closer to mine. He removed the vibrator and
pressed the lips of his long slit against the end of
my foreskin. Now he pulled back and swept the end of
the vibrator over the gaping lips, picking up the rest
of the lube, and then pressed the vibrator once more
into my foreskin.
"I'm going to massage every part of your glans with
the vibrator," he said as he ran it around the head,
then again underneath. I reciprocated by grasping his
thick prick, rubbing my finger into the hot spot under
his head, which was now slippery with his lube.
"No, don't do that," he said. "You'll make me come too
quickly." I let go of his prick, and he dabbed at his
gee-string and slit with a paper napkin.
"You prefer dry friction there so you can last," I
said as I took him by the hand and led him into the
bedroom where the big king size bed awaited us.
"Here's a box of tissues. Use all you need." Chris had
turned of the vibrator, which he still held in his
left hand. We weren't in a hurry. We both knew that
prolonging the build-up produced a more intense
orgasm, and we were willing to be patient as we
stimulated each other to the brink.
The gaping lips of Chris's slit were still drooling
lube, which he kept wiping away with a Kleenex, to
avoid wetting his gee-string. I got into a "69"
position with him, holding a tissue in one hand to sop
up his copious secretions. I bent my head down and
blew on his thick gee-string, knowing that this was
his hot spot, and much more sensitive than my
gee-string or those of many other men I'd known. It
was also much thicker, a bulky knot of flesh that
protruded from between the two halves of his glans
where they met under the head. I felt Chris shudder as
I blew on it, evidence that it was affecting him.
"Love that....." he muttered as his warm fingers closed
around my hard shaft, thumb and index finger
encircling the foreskin-covered rim. He moved his hand
slowly, drawing the skin back, knowing that I enjoyed
the gradual stretching of my hood because it put a
delicious tension on the nerve endings.
"That's it, skin it back slowly," I whispered to him
as his fingers worked their magic on my foreskin.
Meanwhile, I was pulling back on his shaft-skin,
laying bare the groove behind his rim. When I blew
into it, Chris jumped slightly. Now he jiggled my
foreskin slightly, back and forth, working it a bit
farther back each time, until the head was completely
bare.
"Your glans is really beautiful, you know, so smooth
and glossy," he said as he held the foreskin back to
form a thick collar behind the rim. "You have a
classic "helmet" shape, and your foreskin locks behind
the flare of your corona. The teardrop shaped meatus
at the end truly adds to its beauty." From the time
I'd first known him, he'd always admired my cock-head.

"You always projected your jets farther than I did
whenever you discharged. That's because of my large
meatus. I don't have such a powerful stream."
"I know my hole's smaller than yours," I replied.
"I've seen guy with really narrow ones, though."
"I think you have an average size meatus. You know
that mine is on the large side, and it gapes as well.
I'd noticed that those with tight orifices tend to
have thinner and more powerful streams, both urinating
and ejaculating." Chris had been lightly fingering my
teardrop as he spoke, having wet his fingertip with
his natural lubricant. Now he spoke again:
"One fellow I knew several years ago was typical. He
had a mushroom shaped glans, and a slit for an
orifice. As he too was circumcised, I had no trouble
seeing his meatus, as it was always exposed. I think
it must have been no more than 3/8" long, and when he
urinated it became round as it distended, to about a
quarter-inch in diameter. I'd seen him urinate as well
as ejaculate, and he had a thin but strong stream. I
saw his ejaculations reach out six feet. Likewise, the
stream of urine was a thin jet, and if he'd been
trying for distance I'm sure he would have projected
his stream at least as far."
"I found I have to pull my foreskin back to uncover
the hole if I want to shoot. This happens when I come
and when I pee. If I leave the skin forward, it
deflects the stream and I don't get a neat jet," I
said. Chris had let go of my prick, and was lightly
stroking the fleshy knot under his massive head. I
grasped my foreskin, pulling it all the way forward to
let it run downhill over the tapered helmet, enjoying
the sensations.
"I've seen that happen when you urinate in the
shower," Chris responded. "You're not the only one. My
sister Kay complained that when she was changing her
baby son Fred's diaper, he'd often urinate on her, and
his stream traveled. She'd had him circumcised at
birth. My other sister, Margot, did not have her
little Jim circumcised, and I saw her change his
diaper several times. When he did urinate, the stream
just bubbled out of his foreskin, without jetting."
Chris was still dry-stroking his gee-string, and his
other hand held the tissue to wipe his slit. I was
still languidly sliding my long foreskin up and down
the big purple helmet, while watching him. Now Chris
let go of his prick and picked up the vibrator again.
"Let's have you dock the vibrator again. You can work
on my penis while I bring you to orgasm." He
stabilized my foreskin-covered prick with two fingers
of his left hand while he directed the tapered end of
the vibrator into the pucker with his right. The
gentle buzzing filled my foreskin, and when the end
contacted my swollen tip, filled my glans as well. I
rubbed my fingertip lightly over his gee-string,
keeping a tissue over the gaping slit to absorb the
lube that kept seeping from it.
The varied sex play and conversation had made me very
hot, and I knew that Chris was as aroused as I was.
The sight of his chunky, blunt-headed cock inches in
front of my eyes added to my excitement, and I felt my
prick become even harder. I also felt the pressure in
my bladder adding to the tension in my body. Now Chris
was running the vibrato
r around my glans, under the foreskin, and its
vibrations pounded both my hood and head.
"It just runs on a battery, but I know it's going to
make me come," I said.
"It will. Just focus on the sensations and you'll be
in orbit very soon." Chris shifted his grip to form a
ring around the base of my shaft, constricting the
veins. I had his prick inches in front of my eyes,
dabbing the fluid from its gaping lips while my
fingertip caressed the thick gee-string under the
head. Chris's ample ball-sac was drawing up against
his body.
"You'll make my prick harder with the squeeze," I
said. As I spoke I felt my consciousness fading,
turning inward and focusing on the vibrations in my
glans and foreskin. Chris's warm prick was still in
front of me, between my fingers, but now my eyes
closed.
"Your glans is dark purple now, ready to spurt," Chris
coached me, and he continued describing circles around
my swollen helmet with the vibrator, filling me with
sensations. Despite my best effort to relax, I felt my
body tensing, preparing for the explosion of
sensations soon to overwhelm it. My distended bladder
ached, filling me with an urge to pee, and I squeezed
my crotch muscles in response. The buzzing filled my
cock-rim, rolled over the broad upper surface, and
moved under the head. Now he rolled my foreskin back
all the way to free my helmet, giving the vibrator
full access to the naked head. My helmet felt so
swollen that it ached for the relief of orgasm, and
when the tingling began I knew I was on the edge.
Chris pressed the end of the vibrator into the
triangular groove under my helmet, and the tingling
came to a peak. Suddenly, I felt a pinch of pain as he
yanked my skin back hard, stretching its nerve endings
fully. I cried out loudly as my entire body contracted
and my cock-root sent a torrent of hot cream hurtling
up my tube. I was in free-fall, totally unaware of
anything else as my tortured cock exploded. Another
hot jet burned its way up my urethra, and I moaned
helplessly, caught up in the fiery ecstasy of release.
I was barely aware that Chris's fingers had pushed my
foreskin back to bare my spitting purple glans.
The vibrator kept circling my helmet, also moving
behind it to stimulate my nerve-laden foreskin collar,
and I continued to discharge jet after jet. My entire
penis was vibrating, throbbing, and pumping fluid and
I was in the mindless daze of orgasm. I don't know how
many jets I released, but I was aware that the last
ones were weaker. Chris turned off the vibrator and
removed it. I slowly climbed out of the pit of
nothingness into which I'd sunk, and opened my eyes.
Chris's cock was still in front of my face, hard as
ever, still oozing lube. Chris spoke:
"Your orgasm was intense. I retracted your foreskin to
let you ejaculate freely, giving it a hard tug because
I knew that would trigger your climax, and caught your
discharges in the tissues. I kept working the vibrator
over your glans and retracted foreskin until I felt
you'd had enough. You're still seeping now." He
pressed a finger into the underside of my shaft. "I'll
milk out your residue now." After he'd gotten the
fluid sopped up in a wad of Kleenex, he pulled my
foreskin forward to cover my shrinking helmet.
"Did you feel the Kleenex scraping against your
glans?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, every time you touched my tip with them it
was like an electric spark."
"That's because your glans is so sensitive," he said.
"That sensitive glans certainly intensified your
sensations."
"Having a full bladder really helped too," I said.
"Do you need to relieve yourself now?" he asked.
"No, I'll wait until you're through," I replied.
"Mine's been full since before your orgasm, and it's
really building up my tension. Watching you ejaculate
excited me even more."
"Now it's your turn," I said as I picked up the
vibrator and twisted the end cap to turn it on. I
grabbed a handful of tissues in my left hand as I
began playing the vibrator around his rim with my
right. I saw his balls were tight against his body as
I laid the tissues in front of his hard, swollen cock
and grasped his shaft between two fingers. I drew back
the shaft skin, again baring the groove behind the
head, but instead of blowing into it, I ran the
vibrator around in circles, following his circumcision
scar down to his gee-string and up the other side.
"Ohhh....." Chris began to moan as I explored his
sensitive areas with the cylinder's vibrating tip. I
knew he'd said he was already very worked up from
having watched and felt me coming. His bladder was
surely straining by now, and it wouldn't take much to
trigger his orgasm. The long lips of his slit gaped,
pouring out lube, and I ran the vibrator over them to
coat its surface.
His prick was so hot and hard it wasn't
necessary to constrict his veins, and now I caressed
his thick gee-string with the slippery vibrator. It
jumped in my hand, and a thick dollop of clear fluid
rolled out between the gaping lips. I wrapped the
fingers of my left hand around his shaft, stroking up
to the end as I momentarily removed the vibrator. My
fingers became very wet and slippery as I twisted them
around the slippery wet glans, and now I used a full
stroke back, squeezing as I went. I pressed the
vibrator again into his gee-string, and heard him cry
out:
"HAH! HAH! HAH!" he went as his cock throbbed hard in
my hand and a thick gush rolled out of the slit onto
the tissues underneath. His cries increased in pitch
as the sensations took hold and his tip gushed another
load. He now went "HOOOH! HOOOOH! HOOOOH!" as his
pelvis began to thrust, sending his hot hard cock in
frenzied lunges through my tight encircling fingers.
Another thick, ropy clump of cream poured from between
his gaping cock-lips. I kept the vibrator buzzing in
his hot spot as his dark tip lunged towards my face,
slit lips parted as more fluid gushed between them.
Now his frenzy was fading and I removed the vibrator,
letting him pour out the last drops. He'd stopped
thrusting, and his body was relaxing as creamy fluid
seeped slowly from between the gaping lips of his
slit. The odor of chlorine was heavy, and I licked at
the puddle of salty semen on the tissues. After
another minute of recovery and re-orientation, Chris
spoke:
"I think mine was at least as intense as yours. I
think you were using several types of stimulation on
my penis."
"You're right," I confirmed. "I was using the vibrator
on your hot spot, and then used wet friction to stroke
your head and shaft, and I was also squeezing your
cock. I felt every throb when you came." Now I was
milking his urethra, forcing out the residue and
catching it in another handful of tissues.
"My bladder felt as if it was going to burst," he
added. "I was really keyed up and ready for an intense
orgasm."
"My bladder will burst if I don't relieve myself," I
said as I headed for the bathroom. Chris hurried
behind me and I turned on the shower. We stepped in,
enjoying the warm water's flow over us. As the warm
stream sluiced over my prick, I felt my sphincter
release. Chris noticed the flow bubbling in a yellow
stream through my foreskin nipple, and he gently
stripped my hood back to expose the slit.
"See how yours flows in a neat stream once the meatus
is exposed? Mine's starting now, and we can compare."
A thick yellow stream bubbled from the end of Chris's
now shrunken cock, and he lifted his and mine to point
at the shower wall as he spoke again:
"See how yours travels in a shallow arc, Jack? Mine
drops down and barely reaches the wall. Now when I
pull your skin forward...." His fingers pulled my hood
fully forward, and as the fleshy nipple closed over my
stream it changed direction and shape, now bubbling
downward. We stood under the hot water, relaxing as
our flows mixed in the bottom of the shower stall.

"It feels so hot," I commented. "Just feeling the flow
in my tube makes my prick vibrate."
"I enjoy feeling the warm flow too," Chris replied.
"It's such a relief to drain my bladder when it's this
full, and knowing that it's flushing me out completely
is an added thrill." Our cocks were utterly limp now
and completely relaxed as they drained. A feeling of
profound satisfaction crept over my body.
Now our twin streams had relented, and we silently
enjoyed watching the final dribbles from the ends of
our cocks. Chris reached for my prick, skinning it
back to bare the helmet, and milked the last drops
from my shaft. I clasped his prick, pressing my finger
into the underside to draw the last drops from it and
watching them ooze out of his wide slit. Meanwhile,
the hot water kept sluicing over our naked bodies,
dropping down to rinse our fluids down the drain.
Chris ran a finger around my naked helmet, carefully
wiping away any residual secretions, then pulled my
foreskin forward to encase it, giving my fleshy sheath
a final tug to make sure the head was completely
covered. I turned off the water and we began drying
each other with a big fluffy terrycloth towel.
"Usually, I'd be feeling drained by now, but this
orgasm seems to have energized me," he said.
"I feel the same way," I replied. "I think we could go
another round, but first let's have some more coffee."
I led him out to the kitchen, where I prepared another
pot. We were still naked, and as we sat drinking,
Chris commented:
"I can feel my bladder distending again. Are yopu
feeling it too?"
"Oh, yes," I replied. "I think we still haven't
drained all the coffee we'd had before. I'm getting
horny again."
"I can see your penis distending," he said. "I'm
beginning to swell again too." I could see his prick
swelling between his thighs, and he parted them to
give me a fuller view. His prick pointed forward over
his large sac, which was spread out on the chair seat
under him. The wrinkled shaft-skin was stretching as
the core of his cock swelled, and now he was fully
hard, without my having touched him. I was close
behind him.
"You're hard and ready to go," I said. His eyes were
on my crotch, and his hand reached out to cup my
balls. His other hand grasped the end of my foreskin
nipple, gently shaking it from side to side as he'd
done earlier.
"I love to watch your helmet shaped glans engorge
under your foreskin. It's so sexy, so appealing....."

"You can play with it all you wish," I encouraged him.
"My foreskin loves attention."
"Want to do it with the vibrator again?" he asked.
"Yes, but let's use my 110-volt model this time. I
think that one will really send us into orbit." I
refilled our cups and we continued sipping.
"I'd love to dock inside your foreskin," he suggested.
"I really enjoy the sensation of a warm foreskin
enclosing my glans."
"I know I can get some of my foreskin over your head,
but maybe not all of it. We tried docking years ago.
Your tip's pretty big," I countered.
"Yes, but your foreskin's stretched and loosened
somewhat since then. Let's try now to see if I'll
fit." He brought his chair closer so that our cocks
were tip to tip, and grasped the end of my thick
fleshy hood with his fingertips, widening the orifice.
Slowly, he stretched it out, and pushed the big blunt
tip of his stubby penis into the channel.
"Seems to be going okay," I said as his thick glans
probed farther into my foreskin. I felt its blunt nose
touch the end of my helmet, the gaping lips of his
slit caressing mine, as my prick swelled to full
hardness. The foreskin was halfway up his mushroom,
and he pulled it farther forward.
"Your foreskin's gained more length over the years,"
he said as he continued stretching it over his massive
end. It might reach to my corona and that's all we'll
need." I pushed my hips forward slightly to help him,
and felt the end of his cock press hard against my
helmet. It was seeping heavily, the lube helping my
foreskin slide over his naked glans.
"I think we'll make it," I said as he pulled the edge
of my foreskin up to his rim. He clamped his fingers
around it to hold it in place, and now his big
mushroom was completely inside me.
"Now we know!" he exclaimed as he let go to pick up
his coffee cup again. Freed from his fingers, my hood
slipped back over his head, until it was half
uncovered. I pulled away to refill our cups and we
drank quickly, our hard cocks pointing at each other.
We returned to the bedroom, where I took my large
vibrator out of the bedside table and plugged it in.
We lay facing each other and Chris placed a large wad
of tissues between us.
"You get us together and I'll handle the vibrator," I
said. "I'll put it right under our cock-heads." Chris
grasped the edges of my long hood with his fingertips,
and now we both knew it would be a perfect fit. I
watched the big head of his cock slowly push into my
outstretched hood, and felt it pressing against the
front of my helmet. Now his rim was completely
covered, and Chris clamped the end over his
circumcision scar. I felt the end of his lubricated
glans sliding against mine.
"We're in full contact," he said as I brought the
vibrator head into place under our cocks. The head was
a flat rubber plate that fit onto a stud protruding
from the vibrator body, and I made sure it was tight
against us before pressing the switch.
"Ready?" I asked. He nodded and I turned on the juice.
A powerful buzzing filled my cock, and it was much
more intense than the battery powered model. Chris's
body shuddered as the surge of sensations filled his
prick, and I felt my cock become tighter inside its
outstretched hood. I watched his face as the intense
vibrations fueled his excitement, and saw his jaw
clench. He began moaning lightly as the sensations
built up inside him.
The powerful vibrations filled our cock-heads and
traveled down our shafts to their roots. I knew I was
hitting his most sensitive spot under the head, and
that maybe he'd come first. The pressure in my bladder
was intense, and I wasn't able to relax at all to
delay the orgasm.

"Soon...." Chris whispered. "How about you?"
"Any second," I whispered back as my eyes closed. I
was on my own now, my mind totally focused on the
demanding sensations in my vibrating prick, feeling
the head of his cock buzzing against mine. Chris's
fingers were clamped tightly around the end of my
foreskin, locking it in place over his engorged tip,
and I felt the final swelling fill our cock-heads as
the intense buzzing swept us towards the climax. My
last rational thought was that I was sure his balls
were tightly drawn against his body, and then my mind
went on "HOLD" as the sensations overwhelmed me.
My hot hard glans, pressed against his, ached for the
surge of sensations that would spell "relief," and a
second later I felt his tip throb hard against mine as
he slid into the limbo of orgasm. Liquid fire shot
into my hole as his first discharge poured into my
urethra because our tips were clamped tightly against
each other. I yelped and my cock-root convulsed,
sending a hot jet up my prick to wash out his thick
fluid and pour into the gaping lips of his slit. His
tips throbbed against mine and another surge of fluid
filled me, triggering another spasm in my cock-root. I
cried out helplessly as I felt the hot fluid filling
my foreskin, while the intense vibrations penetrated
into the very core of my cock and my being.
We both ejaculated again, the pressure building up in
my foreskin, and another surge of sensation brought
another heavy discharge. I was dimly aware that
Chris's fingers had let go because he was so carried
away by the fury of his orgasm and the surprise of my
jets shooting down his hole. His cock thrust against
mine as our mixed fluids poured from around the edges
of my foreskin, and we discharged more hot juice into
my distended hood.
My tip was becoming hyper-sensitive, and I turned off
the vibrator, enjoying the residual pulses as our
orgasms faded. We were both still seeping, minor
throbs filling our cocks, as we slowly came down off
the high. We opened our eyes as our breathing slowed,
filled with wonder at the intensity of our orgasms.
"You shot right into me, you know," I murmured. "You
came before I did, but your hot jet shooting down my
tube set me off."
"Our meatuses must have been perfectly aligned," he
responded. "I felt your jet burning the inside of my
urethra a split-second after my first one." Our fluids
were pouring out of my foreskin, onto the tissues, and
my foreskin began slipping off his tip.
"It felt like your tip was pounding against mine when
you were coming. My cream felt like it was burning
each time I shot."
"That just enhanced our orgasms," he said. "First I
felt my hot burning discharge, then yours spitting
right into my urethra." We were still dazed, but able
to speak and compare notes. I always found it
extremely gratifying to talk with my partner and
compare notes; "How was it for you?" etc.
"I always have a burning sensation during a
particularly intense orgasm. Does yours burn too?"

"Yeah, my juice feels like burning lava when I have a
really hot one."
"I'm sure that when we drain our bladders this time,
our streams will feel that way as well, very hot." We
got up and headed for the shower again. The hot water
sluicing down our bodies was relaxing, and Chris
pushed back my foreskin so that I'd enjoy the full
effect on my sensitive tip.
"Your helmet's still swollen," he said as he uncovered
it, locking the thick folds of foreskin behind the
rim. The sudden rush of hot water on my naked glans
triggered my hot stream, and a second later I saw
Chris's cock draining as well.
"It feels so hot...." I murmured.
"Mine too," he said. "It's both hot and tickling,
rushing through my urethra." Our hot streams rushed
through our cocks, flushing and draining, until we
were utterly empty. We stood with our eyes closed,
enjoying the rush of sensations, for several minutes.
Now we dried ourselves, wondering if we'd have the
energy for another orgasm.

The end