Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 10:03:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Resort Town, Adult Friends, 1/1

Resort Town
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Tim's hardness throbbed in my clasping fingers as I
massaged the thin film of Albolene into his helmet and
shaft. I felt his fingers wrapped around my prick,
gently stroking my foreskin up and down on my flaring
helmet, and knew that it was an additional turn-on for
him to stroke my foreskin while I was pleasuring his
penis.
	"I can feel your urgency, Tim," I remarked as I
continued to stroke his hard prick at a slow and
measured pace, knowing that it would inevitably bring
on his orgasm because he had a burning need for
relief.
	"Yeah, Jack, I haven't come for almost a week because
I knew you'd be saving your loads for me too." His
breathing was becoming ragged as he approached the
moment of no return. His prick glistened in the room's
dim light as I continued to massage it, working my
fingers over its contours and sending sparks of joy
into its many nerve endings.
	We'd been considering a weekend together at a resort
ever since we'd met months ago, and we'd finally acted
on it. We'd chosen the town of El Cabron, New Mexico,
mainly because he'd read a lot about it and in the
off-season the prices were affordable, unlike Santa
Fe. We'd been able to rent a very comfortable cabin
for $70 per night, while in New Mexico's capital the
same accommodations would have cost us several hundred
dollars.
	"I'll have only a short drive to El Cabron," I'd said
to him while we were planning our trip. "It's only
about 230 miles from my place and about 760 from
yours."
	"That's okay, Jack. I'll head out from Omaha early
Friday and put it on cruise control. At 75 it should
take a little over 10 hours. I'll be there around five
P. M."
	I'd arrived at four and after registering had brought
my stuff into the room. Tim had finally arrived a
little after six.
	"Have a problem along the way?" I asked as he brought
his case into the front room.
	"No, just heavy traffic. That slowed me down passing
through cities, especially Denver. Denver's always a
bitch. Then there was driving into the sun for the
last couple of hours. "I was coming south on I-25 and
the sun was low enough to be coming through my
right-hand window. That made it rough."
	"Gee, I'm sorry, Tim. Maybe we should have met at a
place closer to you." I could see he was suffering
from stress and fatigue, and I poured him a glass of
merlot. "Here, this should taste good after your trip.
I brought a couple of bottles with me."
	"It does taste good," he said as he lifted the glass
to his lips and took a sip. "I'm glad you thought to
bring it." I took a sip from mine and watched as he
began removing his clothes. I was already naked, and
his eyes were on my crotch as he stripped down.
	"I can see your prick filling out already," I
commented as he dropped his boxer shorts.
	"That's because I've been thinking about us getting
together while I was driving. I was half-hard most of
the way."
	"You need something to relieve the tension, and I
don't think wine is the only way," I said as I clasped
his warm prick in my hand. I squeezed the engorging
helmet and felt his prick throb in response.
	"You've got the right idea," he said as he turned
slightly to retrieve a jar of Albolene from his case.
I nudged him toward the bedroom and its big king-size
bed and quickly got a hand towel from the bathroom to
spread over his stomach.
	"Let's concentrate on making you come," I suggested
as I sat next to him on the bed, being careful that my
prick was within his easy reach. "You need to get that
tension out of you, and I'll do you with the Albolene
because I know that's the way you like it best." I
dipped two fingers into the jar and rubbed the creamy
lubricant between my fingers to warm it and avoid the
shock of cold lube on his prick.
	"I'd like to hold your cock while you're working on
me," he said as he reached toward me. "You know how
much foreskin turns me on and yours is so long and
thick." His fingers closed around the end of my prick,
squeezing gently, stimulating my swelling helmet
through its thick fleshy shroud.
	"Go ahead, Tim, but don't make me come. I know you're
good for three or four orgasms to my one and I want to
save mine for later." Tim was only 43, and I was 66.
The difference in our sex drives was considerable.
	"Okay, I'll go very easy, Jack. I just want to feel
your foreskin sliding over your cock-head, and pretend
it's mine." Tim's prick did not have a foreskin.
Instead, there was a brown scar ring behind his rim. I
circled it with one finger because I knew that he had
many sensitive nerve endings in his scar and
particularly the tissue between it and his helmet.
	"You've got a really sexy helmet. Feel my finger
working around your groove?" I asked. I was slowly and
carefully caressing the back-face of his corona,
feeling its warmth as I tickled its many receptors.
	"Oh, I feel it; I really feel it, Jack. You know just
how to do it to me."
	"I can see your balls tightening now," I observed.
"You're getting there." His scrotum had been slack
when he'd undressed but now the excitement was making
the cremaster muscle tighten, sucking his balls
against his body.
	"You're cock's so stiff, Jack, and I can feel that
big helmet head through your foreskin." Tim was using
a light and slow stroke, mindful of my admonition to
avoid forcing me to orgasm, which he could have done
with slightly more effort.
	"Just fantasize it's your prick, Tim. I know my
foreskin turns you on so make the most of it. I want
you to have a really hot orgasm because I know you
need it." I began working my fist around the hot hard
helmet, giving him a mild twisting stroke because I
knew that that was the hottest for him.
	"Oooohh, Jack, you're gonna drain me. You're gonna
make me pop my load soon." I leaned down and kissed
him tenderly on the forehead.
	"Just try to relax, Tim. I know you won't last long
because of the tension, but if we can stretch it out
another couple of minutes you'll really blast off when
you come. You'll be ready to go again in an hour." Tim
took several deep breaths, and he shifted his body
slightly to relax his muscles.
	"Oh, Jack, I've been thinking and dreaming about
feeling your hard cock in my hand for weeks, and now
I'm really here with you, stroking your foreskin. It's
really turning me on." I slowed my stroking slightly
to keep him from the brink for a few precious seconds
longer, but I saw the tension taking over his muscular
body and knew that the culmination was near.
	"Just relax, Tim, hold on to my prick but stay
relaxed. I'll stroke you until you explode." I nestled
myself closer to him to feel the tension in his
muscles, and cupped his now tight scrotum with my left
hand.
	"That feels good," he whispered. "I can feel your
warm fingers on my balls and there's a tickle in my
rim."
	"I figured that, Tim. Your helmet's a lot harder now,
and so is your shaft. The head's shiny with the
Albolene, but it's also darker than before." I shifted
my grip on his prick and cupped his helmet, sliding my
fingertips around his thick corona.
	"Oooohhhh, that feels so nice," he moaned.
	"Your eyes just closed, Tim. You're close to the edge
and I'm gonna slow down a bit so that you can enjoy
these final seconds."
	"Oooohhhhhhh," he moaned, more loudly this time, and
I saw his face tighten around his tightly shut eyes.
His fist clamped hard around my prick as the
sensations built in his muscular body.
	"Let's stretch it out a few more seconds," I urged as
I loosened my grip around his helmet, wanting him to
enjoy the delicious feeling of anticipation that
precedes orgasm.  I saw a large drop of clear lube
part the lips of the long slit at the front of his
helmet, and knew he was ready. I gave his beautiful
hard prick a couple of quick twists, concentrating on
the forward part with its helmet and scar ring.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt a hard throb
in his shaft and glans. His tight fist stretched my
foreskin out away from my stomach as I saw the first
heavy white jet erupt from his straining helmet and
pour out over the towel. I felt the heavy pounding of
his orgasm in my fingertips pressing into the tender
area behind his scrotum.
	Tim grunted hard again as his prick gave another
throb, and I watched the beautiful sight of another
creamy rope of liquid shooting from the distended lips
of his slit. His helmet throbbed between my fingers as
it poured another discharge of white liquid onto the
towel. Feeling his hot hard prick responding so
forcefully to my touch was erotic for me each time it
happened, although I'd felt it many times before.
Holding Tim's hard throbbing prick as he drained
himself was so exciting that I came close to the edge
myself, and barely escaped losing my load right then.
	His next discharge didn't shoot forcefully but merely
dribbled down his helmet, where my fingers spread it
into his sensitive tissues. He was still moaning, but
not as loudly now. I felt his prick throb again as the
big swollen helmet hammered against my tightly
encircling fingers, and another gush oozed from the
now gaping slit.
	Tim became quiet and still, utterly drained by the
effort of his orgasm, and I stopped stroking him,
letting his prick down into the puddle of cream he'd
discharged onto the towel. I lay beside him for a
couple of minutes as he rested, and heard his
breathing return to normal. His hand had relaxed its
grip on my prick, and I felt myself starting to
soften.
	He opened his eyes and turned his head toward me,
shifting his body to kiss me on the cheek.
	"That was super," he said. "That really shook me."
	"It was nice for me to watch you cream," I riposted.
"It was nice to feel your prick throb in my fingers
and watch your big helmet shooting all that cream. I
even felt the thud-thud-thud behind your balls." I
reached for the glass of merlot and held it to his
lips.
	"Thanks," he said between sips. "I really needed to
shoot my load. I guess I was more tense than I'd
realized when I got here."
	"You said you'd been thinking about it while driving
down," I said. "You were really ready to bust your
nut, and you did. That was great, watching your prick
spurting like that. I saw the way your long slit
spread wide open for each shot." As I spoke, I
carefully ran my fingertip along the underside of his
now limp shaft, pushing out the residue and dabbing
his tip with the towel.
	"Now I've gotta do you," he said.
	"No, not yet, Tim. Let's wait until you're fully
recovered, and then we can come together. I know how
much you like to do Princeton, so maybe that's the way
to go." We got up and I pulled the curtain back on the
large picture window in the living room, just in time
to see the last rays of the setting sun. There weren't
many people around during the slow season, and I
didn't feel anyone would see our naked figures through
the window.
	We sat together, his right thigh pressed against my
left, and we enjoyed the closeness and the warmth of
our bodily contact. I'd cupped my hand over his
shrunken prick and slackening scrotum, feeling the
slipperiness of the Albolene I'd used to incite his
explosive orgasm, and his right hand rested in my lap,
fingers wrapped around my half-hard prick. We finished
another glass of merlot each while sitting silently,
enjoying the romantic intimacy, until it became dark
outside. Tim got up to close the curtain.
	"Want to take a shower? I feel like one right now
because it's been a long day," he suggested.
	"Sounds good," I said as I rose to follow him into
the bathroom. The hot water felt good on our bodies,
and we hugged until he said:
	"I've gotta pee. That wine went right through me." We
watched as the hot water sluiced down the front of his
body, coursing through his copious pubic hair and
running down the length of his pendulous prick. The
yellow stream that forced its way through his slit
dropped down to the drain and I sensed him relaxing as
he emptied himself. After he'd finished I spoke:
	"My turn now.
 I drank as much wine as you." I consciously relaxed
my sphincter to let the liquid flow but before the
stream had arrived at my slit I felt his strong
fingers pinching the end of my foreskin shut.
	"I like to watch your foreskin swell when you pee,"
he said as my thick hood distended and ballooned out
to twice its normal diameter. When I felt the skin
straining from the pressure, Tim released his grip and
a thick yellow gush poured from the end. Tim's strong
fingers pressed the puckered end shut once more and my
foreskin began filling again. We went through this
cycle several more times, stretching and releasing my
foreskin, until my bladder was drained, and then he
pulled my foreskin back to lock behind the rim.
Meanwhile, I held the end of Tim's prick between my
fingers, squeezing gently.
	"I like to feel the curves of your helmet," I said as
I felt it swell. "I really liked it earlier, when I
slid my fingertips along after coating it with
Albolene. That felt so sexy, especially when your
helmet began throbbing and shooting between my
fingers." Tim's prick was almost filled out now, the
naked glans standing proudly at the end of his almost
straight shaft.
	"I like to run my fingertips around your helmet too,"
he said. "I don't know which I enjoy better, playing
with your helmet or your foreskin. I like to feel your
helmet through the foreskin."
	"I like to touch your helmet because it feels so warm
and looks so sexy." I pressed my index finger into his
frenulum, under the head.
	"That feels so good," he said with a sharp intake of
breath. His prick was fully hard now, and the shaft
was straight.
	"Your helmet's really swollen now, Tim. I like to
feel it hard and swollen." I felt his fingers pulling
my foreskin forward over my rapidly swelling helmet,
covering it now that it was rinsed.
	"Let's get out of the shower," he suggested. "We
don't need to soap up because we weren't really dirty.
A quick rinse was enough." I shut off the water and we
dried each other, running the towel lovingly over each
other's bodies, anticipating closer contact once we
got onto the bed. I left the bathroom as he was
hanging up the towel, and sat on the bed watching him
as he came toward me.
	"I like the way your prick swings from side to side
when you walk," I observed.
	"Both of ours do, because they're heavy-ended," he
said.
	"Yeah, that big purple helmet of yours sticking out
on the end of your shaft is really attractive. I
really like to look at it because it's eye candy for
me." His penis was now inches from my face and I
leaned forward to kiss the broad upper surface of his
helmet.
	"I like to see how your big helmet shows through the
skin, Jack. That looks so sexy. You've got a lot of
foreskin covering it, but the outline always shows
through. That makes it really sexy, especially since I
can push back your foreskin to see your helmet naked."
I now stood in front of him and his strong fingers
closed around the front of my prick, easing back the
foreskin.
	"Yeah, Tim, it's nice to see both our pricks with the
heads naked. Our helmets are so much alike." By now
his fingers had pushed my foreskin back behind the
rim, and were pressing it back to reveal the deep
groove behind it, making my glans stand out proudly.
	"I think our cocks are a lot alike, too," he said.
"We both have straight shafts, and a vein on the right
side. Your vein's bigger than mine, though. I think
your shaft's slightly thicker than mine, too." He
moved and the front of his helmet brushed mine,
sending an electric thrill down my shaft.
	"It's nice to go head to head like this," I
commented. "Your helmet feels so warm and hard." Tim
held my prick by the shaft, keeping the foreskin back,
and his other hand moved his prick to slide the round
front dome of his glans across mine.
	"Your helmet's so smooth and slippery," he said as he
continued to slide his tip across the front of mine.
	"I can see the lips of your slit parting when you rub
your helmet against mine, Tim." The smooth sliding
sensation thrilled me to the core, and I knew it was
having the same effect on him because a drop of
lubricant flowed from his slit, further smoothing the
contact.
	"I'd like to do Princeton now," he said. "I'd like to
thrust my cock between your thighs while I stroke your
foreskin."
	"That's a good idea. It's better if you're top when
we do Princeton, because that lets you play with my
foreskin."	 He reached on the bedside table for a
condom and I picked up the bottle of Astroglide.
"You've got such a long foreskin. I like that because
I can take long strokes with it, all the way beyond
the end of your helmet. You know how your foreskin's a
really hot turn-on for me, Jack. I love your foreskin
even more because I don't have one." I squirted a few
drops of Astroglide into the condom, which he'd partly
unrolled.
"Okay, now let me put that on your prick," I said as I
took the condom from him and placed the ring over the
front of his hard, naked helmet. I began unrolling it
while squeezing the air out of the front of the thin
latex sheath. A couple of seconds later the rubber
ring was around the base of his prick.
"That condom helps a lot, you know. That tight rubber
ring squeezes the veins in my cock and makes it
harder."
"It also makes the head swell even more," I said.
"Good thing it's a large size condom. That gives you
lots of room to slide." He let go of my prick as I
pulled away from him to lie on the bed on my left
side, and he slipped in behind me.
	"Okay, Jack, raised your leg so I can slip in," he
said as he reached over to drop a towel in front of
me. I raised my leg and felt his hardness against my
perineum, and the large helmet head snuggled close to
my balls. I lowered my leg to clasp his prink as he
reached over me to wrap his fingers around my prick.
	"Your foreskin's still locked behind the head," he
said as he began thrusting gently between my thighs.
"Want it forward now?"
	"Yeah, do that. I love to feel you sliding my
foreskin back and forth along the head."
	"You know how much I love to stroke your foreskin,"
he said as he began sliding it over my rim and along
the glans.
	"I wish you had a foreskin so that you'd feel better
about yourself, Tim. Meanwhile, you're welcome to play
with mine. They're all yours. You know how my foreskin
and helmet enjoy the attention you give them." I felt
Tim pick up his pace, thrusting more quickly as his
excitement grew.
	"I like it this way because I can play with your
foreskin while I'm thrusting," he said. "Playing with
your foreskin gets me so hot. Pumping my cock between
your legs gets me really, really hot, and the two make
me wild."
	"Take it easy, Tim. You want to edge for awhile,
don't you? If you get too hot too quickly you'll be
over the edge before you know it." I felt him slow his
pace, returning to the steady rhythm he begun with.
	"That feels so good," he said. "Sliding my cock
between your thighs is really hot." As he spoke I
squeezed my thigh muscles to clasp his prick more
tightly, and I heard his sharp intake of breath before
he spoke again: "I felt that. That was a terrific
squeeze. If you kept that up you'd have my load in a
minute."
	"I'll be careful, Tim. I don't want to make you come
too quickly." I relaxed my thigh muscles and pushed my
index finger under my scrotum to touch the front of
his helmet through the thin latex when he thrust
forward. He sighed deeply.
	"Ooooohhh, I felt that, Jack. I felt your finger
pressing against the front of my helmet."
	"I think we should come together, like we did last
time," I suggested. "Since your prick's between my
thighs I can't watch you come, but I can feel your
prick throb when you do. Now that you're stroking my
foreskin, you'll be even more excited when you finally
do come."
	"Oh, yeah, Jack. I'll be shooting and feeling your
cock throb in my hand too if you come at the same
time." He was still thrusting steadily, but I felt his
excitement mount, the cumulative effect of the
prolonged sensations.
	"I think you're gettin' hotter, Tim. I think your
prick's started to swell more. The head feels bigger,
anyway."
	"I think so too. I can't see it but I think my tip's
darker now. It certainly feels more swollen."
	"I don't think either of us can hold out much
longer," I said. "Want to go for it now?" I felt him
deepen and speed up his thrusts in response, and his
fingers moved my foreskin in faster and longer strokes
over my helmet.
	"Yeah, Jack, let's do it. You're gettin' closer too.
I can feel your helmet's gotten bigger and harder
through the skin." He increased his pace again, and I
felt his hardness plunging deeper between my thighs.
"Am I goin' fast enough for you?"
	"Oh, yeah, Tim. The way you're pumping my foreskin's
just right. You'll make me shoot soon."
	"I'll try to come the same time you do," he said,
gasping between his words.
	"No problem, Tim. I'll do the same thing I did last
time. When I feel I'm goin' over the edge, I'll press
my fingertip under your helmet to hit the gee-string."
	"Perfect, Jack. That'll make me explode." His
thrusting was hard and deep, and I felt his helmet
bumping my balls with each forward stroke. His body
strained against mine as he raced for the finish line,
and I felt his fingers flying over my engorged prick,
whipping the foreskin back and forth over the hot hard
helmet to bring me to the brink. My eyes closed as I
became totally caught up in the excitement, unable to
focus on anything else as the outside world faded from
my consciousness. I was aware only of our struggling
bodies, coupled together in the climb to the summit
that we'd be sharing within seconds.
	"I'm close, so close," I muttered through clenched
teeth as I felt a hot tingle begin in my engorged
corona.
	"Go for it, Jack," he grunted as he twisted his fist
on my prick, sliding the foreskin sideways against my
swollen rim. I felt the tingling feeling spread all
over my helmet and then explode, shooting down my
shaft to unleash my ejaculation.
	"HUNNNHHH!" I cried out as I stabbed my index finger
into the deep grove under his thrusting glans to
trigger his orgasm. The first torrent of cream boiled
up through my prick as I felt Tim respond. His prick
throbbed hard between my thighs and he cried out
helplessly as his orgasm overtook him.
	I felt my cock-root contract again in the heavy
pounding of orgasm as Tim thrust again, sliding his
sensitive frenulum against my fingertip to trigger
another hot spasm deep within him. Another surge of
hot lava seared its way up my tube to slam through the
lips of my orifice, and I knew that he was pouring his
life fluid into the condom between my thighs.
	Tim grunted hard as his frenzied fingers whipped my
thick foreskin over my straining helmet, bringing
forth another gush of hot cream, and I felt his hot
hard prick thrusting again in the fury of his orgasm.
He was pressing his struggling body tightly against
mine and I felt his hips slamming into my backside as
he discharged another load. We were both caught up in
the mindless frenzy of our climaxes, totally helpless
and totally committed to shooting our discharges.
	I returned to full consciousness a couple of minutes
later, aware that Tim's body was pressing hard against
mine, although our pricks had softened. He moaned
slightly, and I lifted my leg in case he wanted to
slip his prick from between my thighs.
	"I'm glad you have such muscular thighs," he said in
a whisper. "The way you were squeezing my cock after
your started coming made it even hotter for me." I'd
been unaware that I'd pressed my thighs together
during orgasm, as I was absorbed with the hot and
heavy sensations in my groin.
	"You really stroked my prick hard," I replied. "I
don't know if I was coming or going."
	"Oh, you came, Jack. You really came. I felt your hot
cream on my fingers while you were coming." I felt him
pull his prick from between my thighs. Now I turned to
face him, picking up the towel that had absorbed my
streams of sperm. I grasped the end of the condom and
it slid effortlessly from his softening prick,
lubricated by both the Astroglide and his thick
discharge. I wrapped the condom in one end of the
towel and wiped his limp penis with the other, using
gentle strokes against his delicate tissues. Then I
squeezed his shaft with my thumb on top and my index
finger pressing into the thick tube underneath,
squeezing out the slimy remains of his ejaculation.
The odor of chlorine filled the air, emanating from
both our ejaculations.
	"Now let me do you," he said as he grasped my prick,
stretching it out slightly and milking the underside
to force out my residue. He slipped my foreskin back
to bare the orifice of my helmet and wiped away the
drops as they seeped out of it.
	"You really drained yourself," he commented. "The
last drops are clear. Anyway, I really love your long
foreskin, the way it slides all the way back, and then
all the way forward to give you an overhang. Even when
you're hard there's a little overhang. That's so
sexy." I squeezed Tim's prick in appreciation, and he
moved closer to me and gave me a dry kiss on the lips
in his usual tender manner.
	"I think you told me before that you have the hottest
comes when you're thrusting. I could feel how excited
you were, grunting and howling when you let go."
	"Oh, yeah, Jack. Those pelvic thrusts make my muscles
tighten and that really sends me."
	"I'm glad you had such a hot one. Anyway, are you
hungry?" I asked. "I'm not, although I haven't had a
bite since lunch."
	"No, I'm not hungry right now. I just feel drained,
and really comfortable with you." Tim moved in closer
and wrapped his muscular arms around me. I hugged him
back and kissed his forehead.
 	"I'm very comfortable with you, Tim. We've just had
terrific orgasms together, and I really enjoyed
feeling you come between my legs. Then with your
fingers around my prick making me come at the same
time, it was really intimate. I feel so close to you."
	"I guess it's because we're a lot alike, Jack. We
come from different backgrounds, but we think alike in
a lot of ways. The age difference somehow doesn't seem
that important." He kissed me again on the lips when
he'd finished speaking.
	"Not to change the subject," I said as I squeezed him
to me, "but I know we're gonna be hungry after awhile.
I know there's a place here in town that delivers a
terrific pizza and I'm gonna order one now. I know we
don`t want to get dressed to go out to eat, and by the
time it arrives, we'll have an appetite. Bet on it.
Pepperoni and sausage okay?"
	"Pepperoni and sausage sounds right. Then let's have
some more merlot while we're waiting," he said as he
got up to go to the kitchenette of our suite. I used
my cell-phone to order the pizza and got a $20 bill
from my wallet ready for its arrival as he walked back
into the bedroom carrying two glasses. He handed one
to me and we clinked them together, sipping slowly as
were looked into each other's eyes. I clasped his left
hand with my free left hand, and we sipped again as we
held hands, enjoying the inexpressible feeling of
intimacy.
	"We really enjoy each other," I said.
	"That's because we have a lot in common, Jack. We're
both Bi, we don't want to get attached, we're not
religious, and we enjoy the same things in sex. That
adds up to a lot."
	"I don't want to spoil the party but we'd better get
some clothes on before the pizza comes," I said. Tim
nodded at my suggestion and released my hand. We got
up and slipped on only our outer clothing. Tim
refilled our glasses and we moved to the living room
couch, where I sat on his right. I held my glass in my
right hand and let my left drop to his groin to trace
the outline of his prick through the cloth, feeling it
swelling.
	"You keep doing that and I won't be able to get up
when the guy comes with the pizza," he said.
	"Don't worry: I'll take care of it. You just sit
there," I said as I caressed his prick to hardness.
 	"The moment he's outta here, these pants are coming
off," he replied.
	"I love to feel the shape of your prick, even through
the cloth."
	"I love it when you touch me that way," he said,
taking another sip of his wine.
	"I like to feel the contours, that straight shaft,
the big helmet, and work my fingertips all around it.
I like to feel it get hard when I touch it, and see
the look of pleasure on your face." Tim twisted his
body slightly to let him reach my crotch with his left
hand.
	"I've told you lotsa times already how I love your
cock, Jack. I like running my fingers over it to feel
its shape. The only thing I can't do is play with your
foreskin while you've got your pants on."
	"As soon as the pizza arrives we'll get these clothes
off and you'll be able to play with it all you want. I
bet you're starting to get hungry now."
	"Now that I'm thinking about the pizza, yes, I am
gettin' hungry. Think one pizza's gonna be enough for
both of us?"
	"I'm sure it will," I replied. "I made sure to order
the large size." Tim leaned back slightly and closed
his eyes.
	"I feel so dreamy," he sighed. I could sit here all
night enjoying your fingers on my cock."
	"I could sit here all night feeling your prick," I
said. "I know, though, that you're gonna wanna come
after awhile."
	"You think you're gonna make me come while we're
eating?"
	"No, but I'm gonna play with your beautiful prick
while I'm eating. Good thing pizza's a food you can
eat with one hand." Tim laughed at this, just as we
heard a knock at the door. I got up because my prick
was only half-hard. The delivery man entered and set
the box on the table and I told him to keep the entire
$20. Once the door was closed I closed the curtain, we
quickly doffed our clothing, and sat facing each other
next to the kitchenette table. I opened the box and
held the cover while Tim plucked a slice of pizza, and
then I took one for myself. Holding the pizza in my
right hand, I clasped his prick with my left.
	"Ahhhh, that always feels nice, Jack" Tim's fingers
closed around my prick, gently sliding the foreskin
back and forth in light, short strokes.
	"I like it how your penis feels so warm," I said as I
gently squeezed the swollen helmet.
	"Yours feel warm, too," Tim said between bites. "Then
you've got that skin to slide. I'm glad you got it
replaced, instead of living all your life
circumcised." I'd had plastic surgery for that at age
43.
	"It was worth it, since it turns you on so much." Now
I cupped his glans, pressing my fingertip lightly into
the frenulum underneath.
	"You really know what turns on my cock," he said
while chewing a mouthful. "You use a light touch, not
heavy friction like some guys do."
	"Oh, I know that dry friction's irritating, not
erotic," I responded. "Anyway, I noticed that you use
a light touch too."
	"Well, I know you're tip's pretty sensitive, Jack,
and I don't want to tear your foreskin off, either."
Tim's fingertip touch had made my prick hard now.
	"That orgasm you gave me just before was really hot
for me," I said.
	"The first I had right after I got here was pretty
intense for me. I think it's because I had a week's
load stored up."
	"I'd been saving it for a week, too. When you were
pumping your penis between my thighs and stroking my
foreskin, you made me boil over."
	"What did it feel like for you, Jack? It's not the
same for me when I'm really turned on, but I guess you
know that."
	"Well, this time it felt like my sperm was bubbling
up through my urethra, really rushing, and it felt so
hot it burned," I answered. "How did it feel for you?"
	"It felt so hot, shooting through my cock, and it
felt so out-of-control. I just couldn't hold back any
longer. I had to unload. It felt like my whole insides
were shooting out through my cock. It felt like my
cream was bubbling up my cock too." His grip on my
penis had tightened as he'd been speaking.
	"I can tell you're getting hotter just talking about
it," I commented as I reached for another slice.
	"Holding your cock while I'm talking about it really
makes me hot. We're really sharing something here, not
just shooting our loads." I felt Tim's prick throb
between my fingers.
	"I know what you mean by sharing. I feel the same
way. It's something really intimate, things we don't
normally talk about," I said. Tim picked up another
slice with his right hand.
	"Gotta make sure which hand I use for eating," he
laughed. "I wouldn't want to touch the pizza with the
fingers that touched your cock."
	"Go on, asshole," I said. "You know my prick's as
clean as yours." I chewed hungrily on my slice, aware
that this evening's efforts had stimulated my
appetite.
	"Seriously, you're really turning me on, now, the way
you're handling my cock. It's also thinking about what
we did earlier," he said. I put down my slice.
	"You're gonna need to come, maybe before we've
finished the pizza. That means I'd better put a condom
on you, or you'll shoot all over the carpet." I went
to the bedroom, returning with a condom and my
lubricant.
	"You put it on me, Jack," he said, staring deeply and
soulfully into my eyes. I squirted a few drops of
Astroglide into the condom and slipped it over his
helmet, unrolling it as I squeezed out their air from
the end. Then I kissed him on the lips again, a quick
dry kiss that communicated more than words could.
	"I love putting it on you, Tim. That lets me handle
your beautiful penis even more." I rolled the rubber
ring down to the base and then clasped his prick in my
left hand, sliding the thin latex gently over his
engorged glans. As I picked up my slice, Tim took
another bite and said:
	"That's so smooth, so sexy, the way you're slidin'
that rubber over my helmet. I can feel it on the rim
and even on the skin behind the rim, where's it's also
sensitive." I felt his prick throb between my fingers.
	"Do you like that grip," I asked, with my thumb on
top and my finger underneath, rubbing your gee-string?
	"Oh, yeah, I love it," he replied before taking
another bite. We finished our slices and picked up our
third ones. His fingers lovingly sliding my foreskin
were arousing me as well.
	"I'm not sure I can come again," I said. "You're 23
years younger than I am. Anyway, you told me you often
have four orgasms in a day. The only time I ever came
four times in one day was when I was 16. I was jacking
off to see how many times I could do it. I think your
sex drive's higher than mine."
	"It might be," he said. "If you don't mind, I'd love
to come again, especially as it's your hand on my
cock. That turns me on so much."
	"I like the feel of your fingers around my foreskin,"
I said. "If you make me come, then good, but if I
don't come that's okay too because I love to make your
blow your load."
	"I know you do," he said, munching his pizza.
	"Making you come gives me a vicarious thrill. Even
though I'm not coming, I really enjoy feeling your
penis throbbing between my fingers. I like feeling the
helmet get harder, watch it get darker, and then
feeling the explosion. You were really loud both times
you came today, and that told me you were really
getting it off."
	"Man, I did, Jack. But you were loud too. I heard it
and felt it when you came. Your cock was throbbin' so
hard that I knew you were in seventh heaven."
	"I'd enjoy it even if all I did was watch while you
stroked yourself, Tim. Feeling your penis throb is a
bonus for me, especially since I know I'm the one
making you come." We fell silent for a couple of
minutes as we finished the last slices in the box. As
we licked our lips, Tim broke the silence:
	"Good thing you can eat pizza with one hand."
	"I guess it is," I replied. "I've never done this
before, stroking a guy while eating."
	"I've never stroked or been stroked while eating,"
Tim added.
	"That's what I meant. Anyway, I'm glad I've got you
all aroused. Your balls are tight against you now.
Want me to keep it slow, or make you come right now?"
	"You've got no choice. I can't hold out much longer.
My helmet feels like it's gonna explode any second."
	"Yeah, Tim, I can feel it's gotten pretty hard the
last couple of minutes. What I meant was do you want
me to stop?"
	"Oh, no, don't stop. My cock feels so good, with the
gentle stroking, that I'm really enjoying this. How
about you? Think you're gettin' close?" I replied:
	"I'm close, but not as close as you. I'll work on
making you come. If I come along with you, fine." I
lengthened my strokes on Tim's penis without
increasing the pressure, and heard his breathing
deepen as the sensations took hold.
	"Yeah, that's it, Jack, that feels so good," he
sighed. I sensed the tension building in his body as
he spread his legs. Now that my right hand was free, I
cupped his tight scrotum with my left while using my
right to stroke his turgid penis.
	"You're gettin' there," I commented when I saw the
muscles in his legs tighten. "That rim's so hard under
my finger." Now I pressed my index finger deep into
the vee-groove under the head and felt his penis throb
hard in response.
	"Oooohhh, any second," he groaned as his eyes closed
and his fist tightened on my foreskin.
	"Go for it, Tim. I'm with you," I urged as I
increased my pace, thumbing his corona and digging my
fingertip against his frenulum. I still cupped his
balls, my fingertips pressing into the sensitive area
behind him, anticipating the throbs I'd feel there
which I triggered his climax.
	"HUNH!HUNH! HUNH!" I heard him grunt as a powerful
throb filled his prick, and I saw a thick gush of
cream spill from his slit to fill the front of the
condom as he tumbled into the free-fall of his orgasm.
He cried out again as his penis throbbed a second
time, and another torrent of juice poured from his
gaping orifice. I knew the orgasm had numbed his mind
because his hand was still on my penis, and now he
yelped again as his prick released a third load.
	I was concentrating on stroking his penis to enhance
his sensations, and ignored the light tickle in my
glans. Tim blew another load into the latex sheath and
I slowed my pace because I knew he might be becoming
too sensitive, giving the intensity of his spasms. Now
his prick throbbed several more times as his grunts
subsided, and I watched his helmet dripping its final
drops.
	Tim was still for about ten seconds, and then opened
his eyes. He looked at me intently and I felt his grip
tighten on my prick.
	"You've gotta come! I can feel how turned on you are!
You just made me come, Jack, and your cock's so hard I
bet it's tingly all over." He rose and pulled me to my
feet, pushing me toward the sink and pressing me
against the counter as he spoke again:
	"You don't have a condom so you'll have to shoot into
the sink," he said as his fist began stroking my thick
hood in long and satisfying strokes. I was primed from
watching and feeling his orgasm, and I felt the
irresistible excitement rise inside me.
	"I can feel how swollen your helmet is, even through
the skin," he continued. "It's very hard."
	"Ooooohhhh, do me," I whispered weakly.
	"I'll hold you," he said as he wrapped his left arm
around my waist, sliding my foreskin with long hard
strokes,  fueling my fire, and as the tickle in my
head turned into a hot tingle I began to moan. When
Tim kissed my neck I closed my eyes and exploded. My
entire body jerked as my crotch muscles went into
spasm, releasing a thick jet of cream that burned its
way up my tube. I was helpless in his hands as my
knees buckled and another spasm shook me while he held
me up.
	I was crying out on joyful agony as another hot
thrill made my groin tingle and I hurled another jet
from my orifice. Now his strong encircling fingers
pulled back hard on my foreskin, leaving my helmet
naked to his gaze as it spit another stream into the
sink. Several more loads dribbled from the end of my
penis before it was over and my breathing began to
return to normal.
	"That was a good hard one," Tim said as he continued
to hold me. Now that my penis was softening he began
milking the residue, which dribbled out of the
still-naked glans. When he'd finished he drew my
foreskin forward and led me into the bedroom, where he
helped me onto the bed before turning out the lights.
	"Thanks so much, Tim," I whispered. "Good night."
"Good night, Jack," he said. I reached for his penis,
gently clasping it as I felt him wrap his warm fingers
around mine. We fell asleep this way, holding each
other.
	I awoke next morning, conscious of my erection from a
full bladder. As I'd turned over during the night, I'd
lost hold of Tim's penis and now reached for it. If
anything, his was even harder than mine.
	"Mornin'" I heard him say sleepily. "It's nice wakin'
up next to you."
	"Hi, Tim, it's nice watching you wake up. Feeling you
is nice, too." I gave his swollen helmet a quick
squeeze.
	"That feels good," he said as he leaned over to plant
a dry kiss on my lips.
	"Now you seem either ready for action or you need to
pee even more than I do." I kissed his cheek.
	"Both, I think," he replied. "I always wake up hard
and often stroke myself to start the day off right." I
was still holding his penis and now I squeezed the
helmet rhythmically, knowing that this would make his
prick-root throb sensually. I wanted to give him the
relief he so obviously needed, and to share in his
delight.
	"This might help you decide, Tim. "Maybe you'll get a
hotter come because your bladder's full."
	"That'll work," he replied, and I reached for the
Albolene, rubbing some of the lubricating cream into
my fingertips to warm it.
	"How does this feel, then?" I asked as I began
working the cream into his sensitive penis.
	"Oh, you know it always feels nice, especially when
you do it, Jack. You know just how to massage my cock.
I'm glad we're here together." I cupped his scrotum
with my left hand as I worked the lubricant the entire
length of his shaft and helmet with my right, feeling
the warmth of his rigid male flesh. Tim sighed deeply.
	"I don't think you want to hold that full bladder for
too long, so I'll make you come fast," I said. "Just
relax and let me do the work."
	"Okay," he sighed, a smile coming over his face. "I
trust you."
	"It's working fast, Tim. I can feel your balls
gettin' tight." I caressed his scrotum gently, wanting
to feel the physical evidence of his excitement.
	"Oh, it's workin' all right. It won't take me long,
now that you're usin' both hands."
	"I'll begin stroking you with a circular action now,"
I said as I began twisting my fist around his helmet
on the upstroke.
	"Yeah, nice..." He trailed off.
	"I know that twisting action really works on your
rim," I explained. "You've got a lot of nerve endings
there."
	Ooooohhh, behind the rim, too," he moaned as I
increased my pace.
	"Just relax and enjoy the ride," I coached him as I
twisted my fist around the area between his scar and
rim, bumping the rim on the forward stroke. "I know
you need fast relief," I continued as I increased my
pace.
	"Aaaahhh, that's so nice," he moaned.
	"I'm just gonna let you shoot on your stomach for
now," I said. "We'll get into the shower before it can
dry."	"That's wonderful," he whispered.
	"It won't be long, Tim. Your helmet's gettin' hard
and it's becoming darker, too." I saw that the lips of
his slit were gaping in anticipation. My fingertips
pressed into the tender flesh behind his balls,
waiting for the tell-tale throbs.
	Tim's dark purple helmet glistened in the morning
light filtering through the curtains as his excitement
mounted. I knew that his world was shrinking as his
attention became focused on his groin, where I was
massaging his beautiful penis to bring on his orgasm.
He was staring into my eyes as I snuggled closer to
him, wanting to feel the buildup of tension in his
body.
	"You're almost there, Tim. Your tip's leaking now." I
heard him begin to moan in pure pleasure as the
sensations took hold and propel him toward the brink.
I twisted my fist around the compound curves of his
helmet and heard him moan louder, anticipating the joy
that would soon be flooding his body. Suddenly, I felt
a hard throb behind his scrotum.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as the first
heavy throb filled his straining prick and a thick
white jet slammed through the lips of his long slit to
land on his stomach.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard again as his straining
prick throbbed between my fingers a second time,
spewing another white rope of cream into the air. He
grunted again as a third spasm shook him, and I
watched his engorged purple helmet blast another
stream that arced before landing on his stomach.
	Tim's head rolled from side to side, eyes glazed and
mouth open, as he tumbled in the free-fall of orgasm.
He was so captivated by the experience that he hadn't
even grasped my penis at all. He needed this early
morning relief, and I was giving it to him,
vicariously enjoying the thrills of his orgasm.
	Tim's penis throbs were weaker now, and the last of
his hot liquid dribbled from his long slit, running
down the helmet and onto my encircling fingers. He was
barely moaning as his straining body began to relax. I
let his penis down into the puddle of liquid soaking
into his pubic hair and decided to give him a minute
to recover from his daze before urging him into the
shower.
	I rose and grasped his muscular arm, pulling him up
silently. He opened his eyes, looking at me dazedly as
he rose. I put an arm around his waist and walked him
into the bathroom, where I turned on the water. We got
into the shower and I enjoyed the feeling of the warm
water sluicing down my body, reminding me that I had a
full bladder that needed relief. I consciously relaxed
my sphincter and felt the hot liquid coursing down
through my urethra and funneling through my foreskin
to drop onto the floor, where it swirled down the
drain. I was almost finished when the hot water had
its effect on Tim, caressing his naked glans and
provoking the reflex action that released his bladder.
We hugged each other as nature took its course, and at
the end we felt fulfilled.
	"Let's go out for a walk before we go to breakfast,"
he suggested as I soaped his back.
	"That sounds good," I replied. I knew he was very
much into physical fitness, and that a walk would be
good for me too. Once we were dressed, we held hands
as we walked among the foliage of the high desert,
enjoying the quiet of the morning for over an hour
before returning to town. A quaint restaurant tempted
us, and we entered to order the standard bacon and
eggs. We ate with gusto, having worked up our
appetites with the sex and the walk.
	"This is really nice," he said, "spending the weekend
with you in this place. I feel so comfortable with
you."
	"I'm comfortable with you too, or I wouldn't even be
here," I replied. "It's very mutual and it's very
intimate."
	"That's exactly the way I feel. I feel I can talk
with you about things that are important to me, and
that you're always open and honest with me." He
reached under the table to squeeze my hand. We held
hands for most of the rest of the meal, separating
only when we needed both hands to eat. Once we'd
finished we returned to the cabin, where we quickly
undressed again. As we sat facing each other alongside
the table, Tim spoke again:
	"Just thinking about this morning's makin' me hot
again. I saw clearly that his prick was swelling. "I
really enjoyed your hand on my cock, and the way you
pleasured it to make me come."
	"I enjoyed it too, watching you shoot, feeling your
body against mine, and knowing that I was giving you
such pleasure." I leaned forward to plant a dry kiss
on his lips. I pulled him toward me and he left his
chair to sit on my lap, letting me hug him close to
me.
	"Moments like these, I feel almost like we're one
person," he breathed in my ear. I kissed his neck and
dropped one hand into his lap to clasp his firm
erection, gently squeezing the shaft and head.
	"I like your prick," I whispered as I fondled it. "I
like it because it's you, and it brings us closer
together when I stroke you this way."
	"We're very close now," he murmured into my ear as he
shifted on my lap so that he could reach my penis. I
felt his strong fingers close around, it, pulling the
long foreskin and then twisting it around my swelling
glans. "I like stretching your skin out and then
working it around your helmet."
	"I don't know if I can come yet," I said. "Want me to
stroke you to make you come? I know you can come more
times than I can."
	"You know what I'd like to do now?" he asked. "I'd
like to jack myself off while you watch. You've never
seen me do it to myself, and I've never watched you do
it either."
	"Okay," I agreed, and Tim got up to go into the
bedroom. Before I could get up he'd returned with the
jar of Albolene.
	"I'll do myself, and you can hold some paper towels
so that I don't shoot all over the floor," he
suggested. I got up and pulled several paper towels
off the roll over the sink before returning to my
chair.
	"Okay, I'll watch," I said. "I know I'll enjoy this.
Normally guys jack off alone, but I'll get a thrill
out of watching what you do to yourself." Now I
watched Tim spreading a film of lubricant over his
penis, working it in as the warmth thinned it into a
liquid.
	"Now I'm ready," he said as he began rhythmic strokes
along the entire length of his prick with his right
hand. I caressed the inside of his thigh with my left
hand, stroking the hairs and occasionally squeezing a
muscle. I noticed that he wasn't looking down at
himself, but at my face.
	"You're gonna work yourself up fast," I suggested,
reaching farther to tickle the hairs on his still
slack scrotum.
	"I wanna hold your cock while I do this," he said.
"You know how that excites me." I nodded as he reached
for my penis again, grasping it by the end of its long
foreskin and twisting it between thumb and index
finger. This made my penis respond and swell further.
	"That feels good for me," I said. "Can I cup your
balls?"
	"Oh, yeah, do that," he whispered, his excitement
rising. "I want to do myself but it'll be nicer if you
help." I clasped his scrotum, feeling the tissue
contract as Tim brought himself to a higher level of
excitement with his relentless stroking.
	"I won't be holding your prick when you shoot, but my
fingers are gonna feel the throbbing in the root of
your prick," I said as I pressed my fingertips into
the flesh behind his balls.
	"I want you to feel it, Jack. I want you to feel how
excited I get when I come." As he spoke, I felt Tim's
fingers close around the bulge of my glans, exploring
its contours  through the foreskin.
	"That feels nice for me," I said as his warm fingers
continued to caress my glans through the skin.
	"That helps to make me hot," he explained. "I'm
stroking my cock and feeling your helmet, sliding your
skin over it, feeling how big and hard it is."
	"I can see how hot you're gettin' because your
helmet's darker now," I said.
	"Oh, yeah, Jack, I'm gettin' closer. Feelin' your
cock always does that to me. I'm also thinking about
this morning, when you just pulled the cream out of
me."
	"Your balls are tighter too," I observed. "I know
you're close." Tim's strokes were faster now, keeping
pace with his rising excitement. I saw his eyes drop
to my crotch as his strong fingers worked my foreskin
back in one smooth sweep.
	"I wanna see your helmet, see how dark it is, and
feel how smooth it is," he said as he held my foreskin
back and ran his index finger lightly over the broad
upper surface.
	"When you get there, want me to take over for you?
You might get a hotter thrill if my hand's on your
prick then."
	"That would work," he said. "Just keep holding the
towels, but use your left hand to finish me off."
	"How will I know?"
	"You'll see me gettin' hotter, and when I take my
hand away you'll know I'm right on the edge."
	"Okay," I said as I kneaded his balls gently, adding
to his excitement. "I'll really love to feel your
prick throb in my hand." Tim was staring at me now,
and he'd pulled my long foreskin toward him again to
envelop my helmet completely. His breathing was
quicker now, short, gasping breaths that signaled his
mounting excitement. His fist was now flying over his
penis, bumping his rim on the upstroke and compressing
it as he brought his encircling fingers to the end of
his helmet.
	"HUH! HUH! HUH!" I heard hum grunt as he neared the
brink, and I readied myself, knowing that his climax
was seconds away.
	"You're close, you're so close," I said as I felt his
scrotum tighten completely, almost drawing his balls
into his body. Tim was grunting loudly now, and I was
glad the windows were all shut.
	"HUNH! Jack!" he cried as I saw his hand drop from
his penis, and I knew he was poised right on the
brink. I quickly grasped his hot hard prick in my left
hand, fingers sliding over the lubricated surface of
his helmet as I gave it a quick twist. His body
stiffened as he cried out:
	"HUNH! HAHHHH!" as his prick throbbed hard between my
fingers. I felt the throb in his perineum as well as
the first thick ropy stream shot from his slit into
the paper towel I held in front of it.
	He cried out again and another hot load came gushing
out, slamming through the lips of his long slit as his
body responded to my quick, twisting strokes. His
straining glans throbbed again as another white
torrent poured from its lips. Tim's body was
shuddering, caught up in the hot frenzy of his orgasm,
heightened and enhanced by my twisting strokes around
his helmet and rim.
	Tim was still moaning as the gaping lips of his slit
disgorged another gush, which didn't carry as far as
it fell upon the paper towels. I saw that his eyes
were still open, but unfocused, before dropping my
gaze once more to his groin to make sure I was still
catching his discharges. His fingers were still
working around my penis, working around the contours
of my shrouded glans, proof that part of his
excitement came from feeling me.
	Now Tim's residual discharges were seeping from the
lips of his gaping slit, running down the underside of
his helmet, where I caught them with the folded
towels. I wrapped the spongy paper around his penis to
soak up the residue as I pulled him to me. He shifted
to sit on my lap again and I hugged him close to me.
	"That was nice to see, Tim," I murmured in his ear as
I held him tightly, both arms wrapped around his
muscular body. "That was so close, so intimate..." I
trailed off as I began kissing his neck, working my
way up to his jaw, and then his ear. I felt his hands
caressing my body lovingly, a silent way of saying
that he appreciated the intimacy as much as I did.
	"That felt so good, your fingers on my cock, making
me come so hard..." He said.
	"How did it feel?" I asked. "Tell me all about it."
	"Well, at first it was nice, a sort of tickle
wherever you touched my cock. Then I got hard, really
hard, and I felt my helmet swell and fill out while
you were stroking it. When you started those twisting
strokes, they really sent me flying. My helmet was so
swollen I thought it felt like it would burst."
	"Something like that happens to me too," I
interjected. "When I'm close, my helmet feels so
swollen I get a mild, pleasant ache in it from the
need to come."
	"That's exactly like it was for me, a sort of ache,
and I knew I couldn't stop myself coming."
	"When you started to come, you really unloaded your
sperm. I was lucky to catch it all with the paper
towels. You were howling so much I'm glad we had all
the windows shut."
	"I know what it was like for you, Jack. I've felt
your helmet throb and heard you moaning enough times."
	"Your whole body tensed up. This wasn't just a few
squirts. You were having what they call a full-body
orgasm."
	"Oh, I know I was. With you stroking my cock, what
else could it be?"
	"I'm glad I was able to make it so hot for you, Tim,"
I murmured. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me
tightly as he began to speak:
"Now I want to give you a hot come," he said. "Maybe
you can start by stroking yourself, showing me how you
like to do it, and I'll watch." He got off my lap and
unrolled several paper towels before returning to the
chair opposite me. I was still hard and now I began
stroking my foreskin over my turgid glans.
	"I like to watch that skin move," he said, his eyes
fixed on my penis. "That's so hot, seeing your
foreskin slide over that big purple helmet. I've
dreamed about it at night, because it looks so sexy."
	"I'm goin' slowly now, just doing it with two
fingers," I said.
	"Oh, I can see that, Jack. All you need is your thumb
on top and one finger on the bottom to make that skin
slide. Each time you pull the skin back, your helmet
looks harder and shinier."
	"My helmet's getting dry, Tim. You know I don't have
much lube. Can you put a little Albolene on it for
me?" I saw him dip a fingertip into the jar next to
him on the table, and then I felt the coldness of the
cream as his finger lightly spread it over the front
dome of my glans.
	"There, Jack, just bring the skin all the way forward
to pick it up and spread it all over the helmet." I
saw the cream liquefy with the warmth of my glans as I
swept my foreskin forward to catch it. Drawing my
foreskin back behind the rim, I spread the lubricant
over the entire tender surface of my purple helmet.
	"Thanks, Tim. It feels a lot smoother now."
	"It looks glossier too, with that Albolene. I think a
shiny surface makes it look sexier, too." I continued
stroking slowy, and saw Tim reach out to cup my
scrotum, adding to my erotic sensations.
	"That feels good," I whispered.
	"I can feel the skin of your balls move when you
stroke that foreskin. It pulls the skin of your balls
when you pull it forward."
	"Yeah, that's nice, really nice," I murmured.
	"I can tell you're gettin' close, Jack. Even without
touching it, I can see that your big purple helmet's
gotten darker now. I bet it feels harder too."
	"You're right, Tim. I am gettin' worked up." I
concentrated on maintaining the same pace, not wanting
to get caught up in a frenzy of stroking that would
bring on my orgasm before I wanted to. Tim sensed
this, for he said:
	"That's it Jack, not too fast, just keep it nice an'
steady to make it last." I felt his warm fingers
slowly and gently kneading my scrotum, palpating my
balls, as his other hand slid up my thigh.
	"That's just fine, Tim. Your hands feel good on me."
	"Like your hands feel good on me, Jack. I really like
to feel your body, especially when I know you're ready
to blast off."
	"Now I'm close, and I'm gonna change my stroke. I'm
gonna slide my foreskin all the way back, clear of the
rim. Without the tight foreskin and the pressure of my
fingers, you're gonna see my helmet expand to full
size." I drew back my foreskin, gradually exposing the
flaring corona, and back farther until there was a gap
between the ring of stretched foreskin and my rim.
	"Yeah, Jack, I can see your groove now. That rim's
really flaring out, looks so hot and sexy." I began to
stroke the tight ring of foreskin up slightly, bumping
my rim. Tim removed his hand from my thigh, picking up
the paper towels.
	"I'm gettin' ready, `cause you'll be coming soon," he
said. "That big purple helmet looks like it's ready to
shoot. It's so swollen I can see how the lips of your
slit are spread in that sexy teardrop shape. You're
keepin' it skinned back, so you don't come too soon."
	"I'm gonna try to hold here as long as I can," I
said.
	"I know, Jack. I know it's a lot hotter when you can
delay coming. You're just gonna hold your skin back
and keep bumping the rim, right?"
	"Yeah," I whispered, my consciousness already
altering, with my main attention focused on my penis.
	"You gettin' that tickle in the rim yet?" Tim asked,
while he continued to knead my scrotum.
	"Yeah," I whispered, as my awareness of the outside
world began to fade because the sensations in my groin
were capturing all of my attention.
	"Let me know when it gets tingly, Jack. If you want
me to finish you off just drop your hand. I'll bump
your rim, or pump your skin, whatever you want." I
continued to stroke my foreskin, stretching it back
hard on the backstroke and bringing it just far enough
to bump the sensitive nerve receptors in my corona on
the forward stroke. The tickle in my rim intensified.
I stopped.
	"It looks very hard and dark to me, Jack. Now you've
got a little drop of lube in your teardrop hole. Any
second now," he coached me.
	"I'm pausing right now," I whispered. "I'm right on
the edge and I want to make it last."
	"Man, you're really pouring out the lube," Tim said.
"I can see your hand and your cock quivering, like
you're gonna shoot any second." I resumed stroking
lightly, bringing the thick ring of foreskin up to
bump my rim.
	"Close, close," I whispered, barely hanging on. Tim
spoke again:
	"I'll take over when you want, and pump you hard for
a couple of strokes. Then I'll keep the skin stretched
back near the end, `cause I know your tip gets
extra-sensitive." I felt the tickle building up and
spreading around my rim, inflaming the nerve endings,
and now it suddenly turned into a hot tingle.
	"NOW! I cried out, dropping my hand from my prick and
watching Tim's strong fingers closing around my shaft
just behind the rim, sweeping my long thick foreskin
up over the helmet in a decisive stroke that triggered
my storm as hot sensations poured into the sensitive
receptors.
	My groin contracted sharply as my sperm boiled up
through my tube, and I felt my eyes closing as the
sensations became intense, then overpowering. I heard
myself crying out helplessly as Tim's eager fingers
drew the orgasm from my straining penis. He'd released
my scrotum to grasp my prick, and now he was pumping
my foreskin eagerly to give me pleasure in my prick. I
felt my shaft and helmet throb again as a second
torrent of cream rushed up my tube to erupt through
the parted lips of my slit.
	I cried out again, caught up in the blissful agony of
my orgasm, as another rush of sensations filled my
groin and I felt another sharp contraction that sent a
thick stream of white viscous liquid up my shaft to
pour from my tingling helmet.
	More shocks followed, more paralyzing sensations that
numbed my mind as my body responded and my prick spit
more jets into the paper towels. Tim now stripped my
foreskin back tightly, stretching its nerve endings,
feeding my orgasm. With my eyes closed, I felt the
sharp sensations that were almost painful as the paper
towels brushed across the front dome of my glans, as
Tim caught my streams in the absorbent paper. I sat
dazed as my prick continued to dribble, aware only
that my orgasm was winding down and that Tim had
stopped pumping my foreskin because he knew that my
glans had become super-sensitive.
	A minute passed, and I was aware only that Tim was
holding my subsiding prick, gently rolling the
foreskin forward to protect the sensitive tip. I felt
his lips against mine, a tender kiss that made my
heart jump, and I reached for him, hugging him closely
to me. His arms closed around me as he shuffled his
chair close to mine, and we held each other for a long
time, locked in wordless intimacy.
	I finally opened my eyes as I returned to full
consciousness. Tim was looking at me tenderly, and we
held each other tightly and wordlessly until I broke
the silence:
	"Wow, Tim, that was wonderful. You did it just right
when I started to come, pulling my foreskin all the
way up over the head. That really gave me a hot
thrill."
	"I knew you'd get too sensitive, though, and I
stopped stroking you after a few shots. I just held it
tight back, the way you'd told me to last time." He
kissed me again. "I just loved to feel your cock
pounding in my hand while you were shooting your
loads."
	"I loved to feel your fingers around my penis, Tim.
You're so strong, but so gentle." I kissed him on the
lips, the cheeks, his ears, and then his neck,
clinging to him, feeling the warmth of his body.
	"Let's take advantage of the hot tub," Tim said. "I
know this place has one because I saw it in the
brochure."
	"You think it's open right now? It's not the summer
season anymore."
	"Well, I'll call the front desk and ask," he replied.
He picked up the phone and spoke for a few seconds,
and listened the rest of the time. When he hung up he
turned to me.
	"That was the manager. He said the hot tub's still
turned on, and that since we're the only ones here we
can go in naked if we want."
	"Great! Let's grab our bathrobes and get going," I
said. It was only a few yards' walk to the hot tub's
enclosure, a high slat fence surrounding the tub and
walkway. Tim flipped the switch and we watched the
water start to bubble as we doffed our robes and got
into it. We sat side by side in the bubbling water,
fingers wrapped around each other's penis, until we
heard a sound outside, and a moment later the manager
walked into the enclosure.
	"Hi," he said. "Things are slow this afternoon, so I
wanted to come around to see how you're doing. I never
introduced myself. My name's Greg." He was about 30,
with a trim, athletic build that showed clearly
through his golf shirt and slacks.
	"Well, I'm Tim, and here on my left is Jack," Tim
said in reply. "Want to join us, since things are
slow?"
	"I think I can, since I left Ms. Bundy to watch the
front desk." He began to strip off his clothes and
sandals, and in a minute stood before us, displaying
his package. Greg had a big-headed prick just ahead of
a brown circumcision scar and low-hanging scrotum. Tim
and I moved apart to make space for Greg.
	"Well, then, climb in right between us," Tim said
invitingly. Greg walked around behind us and lowered
himself feet first, until he was between me and Tim.
The contact with his side and legs felt erotic, and I
was sure Tim felt it as well. I let my hand drop onto
his thigh, and felt his hand moving down my stomach.
	"I couldn't see what you had with all the bubbles,
Greg said to Tim, but now I can feel you've got a nice
helmet on that cock."
	"Yours has a big mushroom on it, Greg," Tim answered.
His hand had beaten me to Greg's penis. Now I felt
Greg's warm fingers close around the end of mine, and
he exclaimed:
	"Hey, you've got foreskin! I really like that! I wish
I had a foreskin on my cock!"
	"I like Jack's foreskin too," Tim said. "It's such a
turn-on for me. By the way, you're turning me on too."

	Greg said: "I can feel that. Your cock's getting hard
even as I'm holding it."
	"Because you're holding it, Tim answered. I decided
to put in my two cents:
	"Since we're all turned on, how about a circle jerk?
I noticed some towels and pillows on the deck here,
and they'll be just right." They didn't say anything
in response, but began climbing out of the hot tub. We
arranged ourselves facing each other on the pillows,
with towels underneath and in front of us. Tim was to
my right and Greg to my left.
	"Before anybody asks, I brought a bottle of
Astroglide with me," Greg said. "I thought we might
need it, since you're such hot guys."
	How did you know we were hot?" I asked.
	"Hell, I heard you moaning inside your cabin while I
was walking by a couple of hours ago. One of you was
really blasting hard." Greg held out the Astroglide to
Tim, who squeezed a few drops onto his helmet. Next,
Tim skinned back my foreskin part-way and dribbled a
few drops onto my glans.
	"Jack's not cut, but he needs a few drops for
lubrication," he explained to Greg, who grasped my
penis around the end, sliding the foreskin up and down
my engorged helmet.
	"It feels more comfortable that way," I added. "Now
let me lube you up." Tim handed me the bottle and I
squirted some on Greg's big mushroom-type glans and
spread it with my encircling fingers, hearing Greg
moan softly in response before handing over to Tim,
who used his familiar rotating stroke on Greg. We
began enjoyed our three-way mutual, Greg stroking my
foreskin while Tim stroked his penis, and I in turn
caressed Tim's well-lubricated prick.
	"This happen often, your making it with guests?" I
asked.
	"Hardly ever," Greg confessed. "Most of the time it's
too crowded and I'm too busy."
	"What about Ms. Bundy? What if she reports you?" Tim
asked.
	"What of it? The owner's my brother," Greg laughed.
	"How should we come?" Tim asked. "Want to try to come
all together or one at a time?"
	"It's pretty hard for two guys to time it right,"
Greg said. "It's harder for three."
	"I thought you'd see it that way. What Jack and I do
might just work for you, Greg. I like to make him come
first because stroking his foreskin's such a turn-on
for me. After I make him come with that skin, he does
me, and I really blast off when I come. Since you're
getting turned on by his foreskin, make Jack come
first, and then we can come."
	"Sounds like a plan," Greg said, and I felt his
stroking increase on my penis. "I really love working
that skin up and down, especially on a guy who's got a
big helmet like Jack's."
	"Oooohh, that's right," I said. "Keep doin' that and
you'll have my load pretty damned quick." Greg's fist
pumped me faster, and I felt him tightening his grip.
	"You're really getting him hot," Tim commented.
"Watch when you skin him back. See how his helmet's
darker now?" Greg's persistent stroking was building
up a tickle in my corona, the precursor to my climax.
	"I can feel his helmet's getting harder, even through
the skin. He's got a long and thick skin, but I can
still feel the shape of the helmet through it," Greg
said. My breathing was more rapid now, and I was
becoming caught up in the excitement, but I still kept
stroking Tim's beautiful penis.
	"Your cock's just like Jack's except he's got skin,"
Greg said to Tim.
	"Jack gets pretty turned on strokin' my cock too,"
Tim responded. `Sometimes, I think he's in love with
it."
	"I am, Tim, I am," I was able to answer through
clenched teeth. The sensations were building up in my
penis, and I felt myself rushing headlong to the
brink.
	"His eyes just closed, Greg," Tim coached him. "That
means he's right on the edge. Just remember to skin
him back all the way after he shoots a couple of
loads." The hot tingle began in my glans, and Greg's
next stroke triggered my orgasm. I cried out
helplessly as the first hot spasm wracked my insides,
sending a burning torrent of life-fluid rushing up my
shaft. I felt it slam through the lips of my slit as I
took a deep breath, preparing for the second impulse.
	Tim said something, but I didn't understand him
because all my attention was focused on my throbbing
prick as a second thudding contraction that blew
another gush of cream into my prick. I cried out again
as the hot stream jetted from my helmet, and felt Greg
twist my foreskin around my throbbing head.
	My third jet erupted from my straining tip, and now I
felt Greg's trembling, encircling fingers strip my
foreskin right back off the head, stretching the nerve
endings to trigger my fourth crisis. I was moaning
helplessly, straining in orgasm, my mind paralyzed
under the overpowering effects of my orgasm.
	I felt several weaker spasms inside me as my orgasm
faded, and after a dazed minute, I realized that
although I was still grasping Tim's prick, I'd stopped
stroking. I opened my eyes to see both of them staring
at me.
	"Man, that was a wild come," Greg said admiringly. "I
really enjoyed feeling your cock throb and seeing that
hot cream bursting out of that big purple helmet."
Greg wiped the front of my glans with the corner of a
towel and then pulled my foreskin forward. Tim was now
steadily stroking Greg's penis, and I resumed working
on Tim's, giving him the hot twisting strokes I knew
he loved. Each time I brought my fist down, I pressed
my finger into the gee-string under the head, knowing
that this would fuel his fire. Greg came first,
though. His scrotum was tight against his body and his
eyes closed as the first spasm overtook him, and he
howled in joyous release as Tim's firm fingers pumped
the first stream from his prick.
	Tim's fist flew over Greg's glans, giving him the hot
twisting strokes that inevitably enhanced sensation,
bringing fort another torrent that burst from the lips
of his straining head. Greg's jaw dropped as if he
were paralyzed, and animal sounds came from his throat
with each gush of thick cream that poured from his
straining prick.
	I was still stroking Tim's penis, but not as quickly
because I wanted his mind clear to give Greg a hot
come, not numbed by the neural shocks of orgasm. Tim
was still a minute away from his climax, I thought,
and I'd stretch it  out until Greg had recovered from
his orgasm so that he could witness it and enjoy it
vicariously.
	Greg's next discharge was weaker, almost a dribble,
and the next one definitely was a dribble as his tanks
emptied. He was still in the throes of his excitement,
the mindless limbo of joy that overwhelms the
consciousness when orgasm occurs. Tim' had slowed his
strokes, aware that the end was near, and soon Greg's
slit was just oozing, and then stopped. Tim dabbed at
it with a towel, and then let Greg's softening penis
flop down over his sac.
	I was still stroking Tim, but had stopped caressing
his gee-string to avoid premature discharge. Now I
resumed, knowing that I could have Tim's load whenever
I wished because he was already primed from having
watched my orgasm and having brought on Greg's spasms.
He was very aroused, his turgid helmet engorged with
blood, awaiting the spasms of release. When Greg
opened his eyes he fixed them avidly on Tim's prick,
enjoying the sight of the hard member and my stroking
fingers.
	"Want to see what gets Tim off?" I asked Greg. "Just
watch what running my thumb over his rim and my finger
into the hot spot under the head does." I began using
the two-finger grip on Tim's lubricated prick,
snapping my thumb hard over his ridge as I pressed my
index finger into the triangular groove to caress his
gee-string. Tim's body tensed and then he began
moaning loudly:
	"Ah-HAH! Ah-HAH!" His balls were tight but his eyes
remained open, fixed on his turgid prick and the
two-finger stimulation I was using on his hard,
swollen helmet. Tim's hands tightened into fists and
the cords stood out in his neck as I brought him up
the slope to the brink.
	"With an explosive "HAH!" he tumbled into the
free-fall of his orgasm. The fingers of my left hand,
clasping the base of his shaft, felt the pulse in his
tube an instant before his swollen helmet throbbed
hard against my thumb and forefinger. A thick white
rope of man-cream shot from the slit, arcing into the
air before falling onto the towel. His prick pulsed
again, and his second jet erupted from his turgid
purple helmet. Now I used a full grip and twisted my
fist around his thick flaring rim, sending him into
another spasm of release.
	Tim shot several more times, his jets weakening,
moaning all the while, until he was drained. It was
then I noticed that Greg had been clasping my prick
all the time, stretching and twisting my foreskin.
	"I really get off on foreskin," Greg said with a shy
smile.
	"That's okay, Greg. You're not the only one," I said
as I wiped Tim's collapsing penis with the towel. He
does too."
	Tim looked at us as he recovered from the shock of
his orgasm.
	"Wow, that was nice, makin' it with you guys."
	"That was nice for me, too," Greg said as he began to
dress. "I really appreciate you guys inviting me to
the party."
	"Well, we're both glad you could make it," I said.
"It went better with you here."
	"Yeah, thanks for coming," Tim said as Greg walked
out of the enclosure, presumably to get back to work.
We walked back to our cabin.
	"Let's get some sleep," he said. "I know it's just
late afternoon, but we did a lot today." He led me to
the bedroom, and we lay together on our backs, holding
each other's pricks. I felt like lying on my side, and
rolled away from him. Then I felt him snuggle up
behind me, chest, abdomen, and legs pressed against
mine, his arm reaching over me to clasp my penis. I
dropped my arm behind me, reaching for his warmth, and
my fingers closed around it. Just before I fell asleep
I heard him murmur in my ear:
	"Good night, lover."
	It was dark outside when we awoke, and I was
surprised to find us in exactly the same positions
we'd assumed several hours ago. I felt the warmth of
his penis between my fingers, and I knew his fingers
were still wrapped around mine. I felt Tim stir, and a
few seconds later he said:
	"I love waking up this way, your hand on my cock and
my fingers around yours. Your cock feels so
beautiful." His fingers began sliding my foreskin
gently, barely enough to give me friction on the
glans, and I squeezed his helmet in return.
	"I like feeling yours too, Tim. I think your prick is
beautiful. It's so warm, and I love feeling it swell
when I squeeze it."
	"That feels so good when you squeeze my helmet. It
gives me a thrill deep inside with every squeeze."
	"We haven't done Princeton yet today, and I know how
much you love that," I said. "Feel like doing it now?"
	"Oh, yeah, Jack. Both our cocks are gettin' stiff
because we have to pee, and that's gonna make it more
intense.
	"You go between my thighs, Tim. You told me how you
enjoy those pelvic thrusts, and I know you get a hot
thrill handling my prick, so I think that'll be the
best for both of us."
	"You're right, Jack. "Sliding your foreskin gets me
really excited, and when I can pump my cock between
your legs that's just perfect for me. I'll get us a
towel from the bathroom." Ho got up and came back with
a towel, which he spread on my side of the bed when I
got up to get a condom from my kit. Then he sat on the
towel.
	"Here, let me put the condom on you," I suggested.
"You really enjoyed that last time." Tim's penis was
standing at a 45-degree angle, a sure sign of his
arousal.
	"I just love the way your cock swings from side to
side when you move," he commented as I squirted some
Astroglide into the condom and placed it on the blunt
front dome of his helmet.
	"I saw the way your prick was swinging when you came
back with the towel," I said as I began to unroll the
condom down his helmet and shaft.
	"We both have those heavy-ended cocks, Jack." He
sighed as I finished unrolling the condom, leaving the
tight ring around the base of his shaft.
	"Nature was good to us," I said as I lay down on the
bed and he shifted to get behind me. "Now I'll lift my
thigh and let you slip in."
	"Okay, here I go," he said as I felt him move closer
to me, his abdomen against my butt as I felt his thick
penis slide under my perineum. I lowered my leg and
felt him begin thrusting slowly as his hand came over
me to clasp my prick.
	"That feels good," I said.
	"Man, I just love slidin' that skin because I can
feel your big helmet inside it. Feel my cock slidin'
between your legs?"
	"Yeah, Tim, your big helmet's bumping my balls each
time you thrust." Tim's warm fingers were lovingly
manipulating my foreskin, now sliding, now twisting it
over the swollen glans.
	"We needed that sleep," he commented. "We're pretty
rested now, and this should be really hot for both of
us."
	"I feel pretty good, too. I'm sure you'll be able to
give me a super orgasm with those magic fingers of
yours."
	"I love to feel your thick rim through the skin,
Jack. I can feel the groove behind it, too." I felt
his fingers probing behind my flaring corona, digging
into the groove. Now he shifted his grip, cupping the
front of my prick and slipping his index fingers into
the pucker of my foreskin.
	"I'm gonna go inside your foreskin. I know how you
like that bare-headed contact, and I'll be able to
feel that smooth head directly." His finger probed
into the tunnel of my foreskin, and I felt the first
sharp contact against my slit, which made me gasp.
	"Ooooohh! I felt that!" I exclaimed. "That finger
touch of yours is so sexy."
	"Your cock-head's really well lubed, Jack. I can tell
you're hot because you're leaking so much lube." His
finger traced small circles around my meatus,
spreading the lubricant seeping from my hole. I sighed
again.
	"That's just heavenly, Tim. I love feeling your
finger inside my foreskin, and your prick between my
thighs."
	"I'm gonna go all around your helmet under the skin,
Jack. Just relax and see how it feels."
	"Go ahead and explore it all you want, Tim. You know
it's sending me into seventh heaven." His fingertip
probed deeper, circling my corona, and then working
down to the hot spot under the head.
	"I can feel the way your rim flares, and now I'm in
that deep groove under the head. How does that feel?"
His finger pressed into the triangular groove under my
glans, hitting my hot spot."
	"Oooohhhh!" I moaned, enjoying the hot shock of
sensation that spread into my glans and down my shaft.
I noticed that Tim's thrusting was faster now, and I
knew that he was getting caught up in the excitement.
	"It gives me such a thrill to play with your
foreskin, Jack. I'm so glad you enjoy it and let me do
what I want with it." Now his finger was twirling
around my swollen helmet, awash with lubricant, and
the sensations were pouring into my penis.
	"I told you before, my prick and foreskin love the
attention. I'm really glad you're so much into
foreskin."
	"I can feel your helmet gettin' less spongy now, the
surface is harder." Tim was really into it himself,
because he was now thrusting quickly into me, and his
breathing was faster and more shallow.
	"You're gettin' excited too, Tim. I think you're
gonna come pretty soon." I was sure he was in the
final stages, unable to stop or slow himself because
the urge was now irresistible.
	"Not before I make you come, Jack." He withdrew his
finger and began a hard pumping of my foreskin over
the hot swollen glans, exciting the nerve endings,
fueling my fire, and bringing me inexorably closer to
the point of no return. Both of us were breathing
quickly now, and I felt his body slamming against mine
as he pumped even faster.
	"Close," I murmured as I felt his fist pump my
foreskin in long strokes, drawing it back to snap into
the deep groove behind my flaring rim, and then
immediately pulling it forward to compress my rim as
it began its long downhill slide to engulf my swollen
glans once more.
	"Go for it, Jack!" he shouted as his fist tightened
on my penis. I felt a tickle begin in my corona,
spreading with each stroke.
	"I'm getting that tickle in the rim," I whispered as
my eyes closed. His fist flew faster over my straining
prick, urging the expulsion of my semen, and then the
tickle in the head became a hot tingle that exploded,
sending a hard shock of sensation down my shaft as I
cried out in ecstasy. My last clear thought was to
press my index finger into the triangular groove under
Tim's helmet as it thrust between my thighs to trigger
his climax.
	We both grunted and moaned mindlessly as our orgasms
swept through us, our bodies straining against each
other, locked in the bliss of mutual climax. I felt
his penis throb against my body as the hot semen
boiled out of my prick, spraying the towel in front of
me. I cried out again, helpless as I was locked in his
grip, and he was stroking my prick to another
ejaculation and pumping his straining penis between my
thighs. I felt his prick throb against my perineum and
my fingertip, as it released another torrent of hot
fluid that made the condom bulge against my finger.
	I heard his mindless moans in my ear as his body shot
another load uncontrollably, filling the condom. Tim's
fingers still gripped my engorged penis, whipping my
tight foreskin over the compound curves of my
straining glans, urging another spasm to drive the
liquid from my prick. Through the fog of my orgasm I
realized that we were united both in body and spirit,
struggling together as the frenzy ripped through us.
	Now we were still, feeling the last weak throbs deep
inside us, as the residue of our discharges seeped
from our slits. Tim's body was tight against mine, and
I enjoyed the animal warmth of the contact. I was sure
his eyes were closed as mine were, because his orgasm
had been so torrid, and so exhausting.
	Several minutes later Tim broke the silence:
	"You getting hungry?"
	"I think so," I answered tentatively. We should get
up and shower, and then decide if we want to eat." Tim
released his grip on me and we both got up. I took the
towel, flooded with my creamy discharges, with me and
dropped it under the sink. We relaxed under the
shower's hot spray, enjoying the water coursing down
our bodies.
	"Now my cock's soft enough so I can empty my
bladder," Tim said, and I watched the yellow stream
begin at the end of his helmet, stimulated by the hot
water sluicing down his prick.
	"I'm pretty full, too," I said as Tim's fingers
clasped my foreskin and pushed it up to bare my glans.
	"There, that water flowing on your bare helmet will
get you started." I felt a spasm deep inside me as the
reflex kicked in, and a second later I felt the urine
distending my urethra as it flowed down my penis. As
the flow started, Tim quickly pulled my foreskin down
and pinched the end to trap it, until we both saw my
foreskin balloon with the pressure. He released his
grip and a thick yellow gush poured from my foreskin's
pucker.
	"I like the way that feels, the way you like playing
with my foreskin," I breathed as Tim's fingers pinched
the end of my foreskin again. When it was completely
distended, he let go, only to pinch it again after the
trapped fluid had gushed out of the end. He repeated
this cycle several times as we both emptied ourselves,
and then drew my foreskin up until it snapped into the
deep groove and locked behind my flaring rim.
	"I like the way your foreskin locks back, even when
you're soft," he said. I picked up the soap and began
working it over his muscular body, producing a lather.

	"Here, you rinse off while you soap me," I said as we
traded places under the shower head. I felt his strong
fingers rubbing the bar of soap again my skin, working
down between my legs, and then we changed places
again. When we were both rinsed thoroughly I turned
off the water. As we dried ourselves, we decided to go
out to eat. The only restaurant open at that time was
Chinese, but this was no problem, as we both liked
Chinese food.
	"You know I've gotta leave tomorrow morning," Tim
said as we ate. I was able to take Friday off to drive
here, but I've got to be at work Monday morning."
	"What time you planning on leaving?" I asked as Tim
munched his way around a rib.
	"Oh maybe around ten. The Sunday traffic won't be as
heavy as it was on Friday, and anyway it doesn't
matter what time I get home tomorrow night, as long as
I'm at work Monday morning."
	"Then we'll still have a couple of hours to ourselves
in the morning," I suggested.
	"We will, but I've got something to tell you right
now. You've been telling me I ought to find somebody
my age. Remember I'd told you of my friends who wanted
to fix me up with this guy? Well, I got to meet him.
He's a year younger than I am, and he's into foreskin
restoration. You know how I've always resented having
been circumcised, but never did anything about it.
This guy's been doing foreskin stretching exercises,
and it's working. He's already got his helmet half
covered when he's limp.
	"That's really good, Tim. It sounds like this guy is
really good for you."
	He is, Jack. He's also got a big helmet, like mine,
and he likes to do the same things. This looks like it
might work out, long-term."
	"This looks like you're going to be very compatible,
Tim. You've got the same interests, and I really hope
it works out for you." We finished eating and went
back to our cabin, walking through the dark streets
that were already becoming chilly. Inside, we stripped
for bed.
	"I really enjoyed this weekend with you, Jack. I'm
really glad at how you took the news that I found
someone else." He struggled to get his boots off.
	"That's no problem, Tim. I've been telling you that
you should find someone who can make a more meaningful
companion than I ever could." I was naked now, and
climbed into bed, where Tim joined me a moment later.
We lay face to face, groins pressed together, and I
hugged him to me.
	"I can feel the warmth of your cock against mine," he
murmured.
	"Me, too," I replied. "It feels very nice."
	"We'll have to have another hot time in the morning,
Jack. This weekend's been perfect for me, and I hope
it was the same for you."
	"I've enjoyed every weekend with you, Tim. You're
smart, you're tender, you're sexy, you're a really
nice guy, do I have to go on?" Tim's hand snaked
between us, clasping my penis.
	"You've got a foreskin, Jack. That really turned me
on, but you already know that. You must be tired of
hearing me say it."
	I never get tired of hearing it. My prick never gets
tired of being touched, either."
	"Yeah, Jack, you've told me: It loves the attention."
His fingers began sliding my foreskin back and forth
in short strokes, but I was too tired to respond. I
clasped Tim's penis and we dropped off to sleep that
way.
	We awoke on opposite sides of the bed, and when I
reached for him I found that his penis was as hard as
mine. I clasped it, and asked him:
	"Well, how should we do it this morning? We've got a
couple of hours before you have to leave."
	"I want to take my time, this time. I'd like it to
last, so let's go and pee first." I followed him to
the bathroom, where I stood beside him at the sink. I
held his penis, waiting for his erection to soften
enough so that his sphincter would relax. After a
minute, mine was subsiding, and he grasped it, gently
sliding my foreskin back until it snapped into the
groove behind my corona.
	"I think I'm gonna go before you," I murmured. "I'm
pretty soft right now, and I can feel the pressure."
	"Go ahead, Jack. If you can go, then go. Meanwhile, I
want to look at your naked helmet. I like your
foreskin, but the best part is that I can push it back
to see your beautiful tip."
	"Okay, here it comes," I said as the first drops
parted the lips of my slit, and within seconds I had a
steady stream.
	"That's what I like to see, Jack. Every time you pee,
the lips of your slit part in a really sexy way."
	"Yeah, the pressure of the stream separates them,
pushes them wide open. The same thing happens to you,
though, and your slit's longer than mine." As I spoke,
I felt Tim's light finger pressure on my corona,
working around my rim, adding a subtle stimulation
that made my urination more pleasurable.
	"I really like running my finger around your helmet,"
he said. I began tracing his prominent rim with my
index finger.
	"Yours feels nice too," I offered as I saw his stream
begin with a couple of tentative drops. "Go ahead, let
it go now."
	Tim's finger suddenly pinched off my urethra,
pressing underneath my shaft. The sudden jolt of
sensation made me shudder.
	"I knew that would do something to you, Jack. I
sometimes pinch myself off, because it's a very
pleasant sensation." I pressed my fingertip into the
underside of his shaft, cutting off his flow, and then
releasing it just enough to let out a few drops.
	"Then I know you're enjoying this," I said. I
alternated between pressure and release, letting a few
drops flow each time, knowing that this was as
arousing to him as it was to me.
	"Now I'm gonna pinch your helmet right at the end,"
he said, grasping the front dome of my glans with
thumb and forefinger, applying a steady pressure that
prevented any liquid from flowing.  I cupped his
scrotum with my other hand, feeling the slackness that
showed he wasn't fully aroused yet. Now I felt him
release the pressure and watched a short stream drop
into the sink before he pinched my glans again.
	"Like this?" I asked as I pressed a finger into his
perineum to compress his urethra, releasing his penis
at the same moment. A few drops flowed into the sink.
	"It feels different, being pinched off back there. I
guess you've had a lot of practice doing this." I let
him flow for a couple of seconds and then increased my
finger pressure.
	"I've done it a few times, mainly to myself, though,"
I responded.
	"Well, I'm glad that this time you're doing it to
me."
	"Now I'll just let it flow. You really need to drain
yourself," I said. I released the pressure and
continued to hold his penis, to direct his stream down
the drain. When his stream had slackened he released
my glans and let me drain myself, keeping his gentle
fingers around my helmet to maintain the aim.
	"We're just dribbling now, he said a few seconds
later. I'll milk you down to get the last drops out."
He began running his fingertip along my urethra,
starting behind my sac and working his way up to the
triangular groove under my glans. I did the same for
him, milking out his residue until the last drop
appeared, poised between the lips of his slit. I
dabbed at Tim's slit with a piece of toilet paper to
catch the drip. Tim pulled my foreskin forward,
squeezing to force out the last drop, which seeped
under my thick fleshy hood.
	"Just let me wipe with some toilet paper, Tim, or
that last drop will stay under my foreskin." I grasped
my hood and drew it back to bare the front dome of my
wet glans. "See. I'll just have to wipe the front of
the helmet."
	"I guess you have to watch for that every time you
pee," he said. "I'll have to learn to do that when I
grow back my foreskin."
	"Yeah, that's just a minor point, but you'll have to
do it to avoid wetting your underwear."
	"I guess cut guys have an easier time peeing," he
said. "At least they don't have to worry about piss
going under their foreskins."
	"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they pee easier or keep
their underwear cleaner. Lots of cut guys just don't
bother to milk it down after they pee, and they have a
few drops inside, and they seep out after they put it
away. You've gotta be careful, not just depend on not
having a foreskin."
	"I know you're right, Jack. I did that a few times,
zipping up before I'd milked out the last drops, and
I've seen lots of cut guys do the same every day. If
they're sloppy that way, their pants start to smell
after a few days."
	"Let's get some coffee," I suggested. They've got a
coffee machine in this suite and we've never used it.
I think there's enough coffee for all morning."
	"Good idea, Jack. I feel like some right now. The
coffee will wake us up." We went into the kitchen,
still naked, and Tim sat down while I prepared the
coffee and set out the cups and sugar.
	"We both use sugar, right?" I asked.
	"I guess so. Just as long as it's black and hot." It
took a couple of minutes for the hot water to drip
through the filter, during which we sat and talked.
	"Jack, you said you have to use Astroglide to lube
your foreskin. Is that always necessary?"
	"No, not really. I have to use it, but other guys
don't. The reason I have to is that the doctor cut all
of the inner lining off when he circumcised me. The
inner lining is what produces smegma, which is the
natural lubricant for the foreskin. Other guys who
still have some inner lining find that they start
producing smegma as soon as they've got partial
coverage, and their foreskins stay lubricated after
that."
	"Any idea about whether I'll be able to produce that
natural lube?"
	"Well, you weren't cut as tightly as I was. I think
you were done with a Gomco clamp, judging from the
thick brown scar ring on your shaft. Also, it's about
an inch behind the helmet, and that means you have an
inch of inner lining left. That should produce smegma
once it's covering your glans." The coffee was ready
now, and I rose to pour it.
	"How long do you think it'll take me to regrow my
foreskin?"
	"It's hard to say, but most guys take between one and
four years. A lot depends on how persistent you are,
and a lot depends on how much coverage you want.
Remember, even some natural guys have foreskins that
cover half the head or less."
	"I want a full foreskin, with overhang, like yours!"
Tim said emphatically.
	"Well, then, the bad news is that it's gonna take
longer than if you just wanted coverage without
overhang. The good news is that you'll have full
coverage but the overhang is gonna take longer. This
will be a test of how motivated you are."
	"Bart, the guy I told you about, already has enough
to cover his rim. He's been doing it only a few
months."
	"Well, follow his lead and use him for inspiration. I
think this should really be a bonding experience for
you two. You'll both be working on a common project;
restoring the foreskins that were taken from you. I
think that's a solid basis for a relationship, even
though it's a bit unusual." We'd been sipping our
coffee during this conversation and now I rose to top
up our cups.
 	"I can't wait until Barry's got enough foreskin for
me to do this to him" Tim said as he reached out to
take my long foreskin nipple between two fingers,
gently rolling it. It was a pleasant sensation, made
more enriching by knowing that Tim found my foreskin
very erotic, and I felt myself beginning to swell. I
leaned forward slightly to clasp his helmet between
two fingers, applying the rhythmic squeezing that had
proven so effective in arousing him.
	"You'll be even happier when you've got enough so he
can do the same thing to you."
	"I'd really like a cock like this, so versatile, with
a foreskin I could slip back or keep forward. It's so
sexy to be able to slide that skin back to see the
helmet."
	"I think the best part about it will be that you'll
be able to see the outline of your helmet through the
skin. Nature was good to you, Tim. She gave you a
really sexy helmet, something you can be proud of the
rest of your life."
	"I know what you mean, Jack. Yours is like that too.
Your skin's pretty thick, but I can always see the
shape of the helmet through it."
	"I guess Barry's helmet makes his penis heavy-ended,
too, like yours and mine." The combination of fondling
each other's pricks and the content of our
conversation had made us fully hard now, and we were
no longer looking at each other's faces but at each
other's groins.
	"Yeah, Jack. His cock swings back and forth in a sexy
way that reminds me of yours. He's even got that big
vein on the right side, just like yours." I kept
squeezing Tim's helmet, until I saw a drop of clear
fluid parting the lips of his slit.
	"I guess we need more coffee," I said as I slowly
rose, giving Tim time to release my penis.
	"How old were you when you first beat off?" he asked.
	"I was twelve. What about you?"
	"I was the same age. I've never given up
masturbating. I'm really into it. Even when I was
married I loved to beat off. My wife never caught me,
and I think she would never have understood it." I sat
down again, and we reached for each other's erections
again.
	"Well, it gets back to men being able to stroke
another man better than most women. Your hand feels
better on my prick than my ex-wives' hands."
	"That's why I think I'll be able to sustain a
permanent relationship with a man. I won't be missing
anything. We can beat off together, beat each other
off, and do a lot of other things together because
we're into cocks, Jack. I don't think women are into
cocks the way we are. They just think of cocks as a
tool to satisfy them."
	"Yeah, Tim, that's for sure. You and I are into
pricks, our own and each other's." Several more drops
had seeped from Tim's long slit, and now I used my
fingertip to spread the clear liquid around the front
dome of his helmet in small circles.
	"Oh, Jack," he moaned as he pulled me to my feet and
held me tightly to him, with our hands between us
holding on to each other.
	"You're really a hot guy, Tim," I murmured in his ear
before kissing it.
	"You're hot too, Jack. I like holding your cock, and
it's heaven when you hold mine. You always get me so
excited."
	"You excite me too, Tim. You can see what you always
do to me." I kissed his neck and worked down to his
shoulder. Tim was running his free hand down my back.
	"I can feel what I'm doing to you," he said, giving
my prick a squeeze.
	"Let's finish our coffee, Tim. We're not in that much
of a hurry. Let's make this one last." I felt Tim
pulling away from me, releasing my penis as he sat
down. I let his go and sat down as well.
	"This is so hot and sexy because I know what you're
feeling when I stroke your cock, and I guess you know
what I'm feeling too." Tim stared hard at my face as
he spoke.
	"That's what makes it mutual, Tim. We share the same
sensations. That's a real turn-on for me." I rose to
pour more coffee.
	"I don't think I can take my time, Jack. My bladder's
filling up now. How's yours?"
	"I'm the same way, Tim. I think we both need to
cream." We drank our coffee quickly and went into the
bedroom again, sitting facing each other with a towel
between us.
	"I think I'm not gonna need to use Albolene, Jack.
I'm leaking so much that I'm all lubed."
	"No, you're wet enough," I said as I slid my fist all
the way down his shaft, squeezing the base, and then
up again, giving the prominent corona a twist that
made Tim shudder.
	"Good thing we're both into masturbation, Jack. You
know, safe sex and all that. Masturbation's pretty
safe." He was now stroking my foreskin in long,
sensual, loving strokes, bumping it over my rim and
compressing the nerve endings, running it down to the
end of the helmet, before drawing it back all the way.

	"I'll go for that, Tim. We can have safe sex and
enjoy what we're doing too. That's really sexy."
	"Jack, I wanna make you shoot first, okay? I'm really
hot right now, but I wanna see and feel your cock
pumping out its loads right in my hand."
	"Okay, but think you'll pop your load while you're
making me shoot mine?"
	"That's okay if I do, but you don't have to keep
strokin' me while I'm doin' you. I think I can hold
off if you don't stroke me." I dropped my hand from
Tim's penis and concentrated on enjoying the erotic
sensations he was pouring into my prick.
	"Okay, Tim, just stroke me. Your magic fingers can
make me come now."
	"Sure, Jack, just relax and enjoy it. I'm gonna make
your cream. Just relax and wait for your cock-head to
start throbbing."
	"I know you're pretty hot, Tim. I can see how your
balls are tight against your body."
	"You're very hot. Your balls are always tight, but
your cock-head's not always this dark purple. It's
hard, too. I can feel it through the skin." Tim was
giving me the same long slow strokes as he spoke,
concentrating on enhancing my sensations until I would
be spewing helplessly in his hands.
	"Oooooohhhh, This is really reaching me, Tim. Those
slow strokes are getting me all hot. I don't know how
long I can hold out."
	"Just let it happen, Jack. I'm goin' nice and slow
now, just skinning you back so I can see that purple
helmet and how dark it is. It's really leaking too,
like mine." Tim's hand slowed further, drawing out the
sensations to keep me from spurting uncontrollably
that moment.
	Now I'm gonna pull that skin right back off the head,
Jack. I'll keep it pulled tight the way you showed me,
because I know that's gonna keep you from comin' too
fast. See how I'm doin' it? I'm pullin' it back and
now I'm bumpin' your ridge a little. That makin' your
ridge tickle a bit?"
	"Oh, yeah, Tim, I'm getting that sexy tickle right on
the back face of my rim." I'd begun to shudder with
the exquisite sensations that Tim's magic fingers were
giving me, and I remained poised right below the
threshold of orgasm.
	"Your helmet's so big and wet, Jack. It's so shiny
now that it's swollen and wet. You're still leakin'
lube."
	"I'm right on the edge, Tim, right on the edge," I
whispered as my eyes closed. The tickle in my corona
had intensified, and I knew that I couldn't stay at
that point much longer. Now I felt Tim's finger
touching the front dome of my glans.
	"Your helmet's so hard, Jack. I can feel how hard it
is. It's really dark, too."
	"Ooooohhh," I moaned, filled with sensation. I was in
limbo, waiting for the unleashing of my explosion as
Tim slowly bumped my rim, and then pulled back hard on
the thick fleshy ring to stretch the nerve endings
within.
	"Let's go for it now!" he said, and I felt a hard
bump against my rim. His fingertip moved down and
pressed the sweet spot under my glans, triggering my
deluge.
	I cried out loudly and helplessly as I felt the heavy
pounding of orgasm begin deep inside me. I felt the
hot boiling torrent pouring into my tube and searing
its way up my prick as Tim stretched my foreskin back
hard. The jet spewed from the distended lips of my
slit as I felt him pump my foreskin all the way up to
envelop my glans in its warmth.
	I cried out in joyful agony as Tim jerked my foreskin
back hard and a second hot heavy jet started up my
tube. My breathing was ragged, and a hot tingle spread
all over my body. I tumbled helplessly into the
free-fall of orgasm, aware only of the delicious
sensations in my groin.
	My cock-root contracted sharply again, sending
another gush of cream through my prick to pour out
between us. Now Tim jacked my foreskin up over the
head for the last time and yanked it back sharply just
as another hot spasm wracked my groin. I grunted
mindlessly, totally captivated by the hot sensations
Tim was giving me, aware only that I was draining
myself completely in his hands.
	The next contraction wasn't as strong, and the next
weaker yet. I knew that I was still jetting, but any
second the jets would turn into dribbles as my orgasm
tapered off. Finally, the last throb gripped my prick
and I began to relax, sinking rapidly into the
mindless daze that follows climax.
	Tim was holding me tightly, kissing my cheek and
neck. I heard him murmuring in my ear but I was so
dazed that I couldn't quite understand him. As my mind
cleared, I became aware of what he was saying:
	"I'm so glad I was able to give you that orgasm. I
really enjoyed it, watching you come, hearing you
groan, feeling your big helmet throb in my hand. That
really brings us together, giving each other thrills
like that." I turned my head and kissed him on the
lips as I wrapped my arms around him, and we fell over
onto the bed clinging tightly to each other. I was
aware of his hard staff between us, and as soon as I
could speak I said:
	"Thanks a lot for that, Tim. You really gave me a hot
one. Now I want to do the same for you." I reached
between us, clasping my fingers around his wet and
slippery prick, still dripping with lubricant from his
long slit. I pushed myself upright and pulled him with
me, so that we were once more sitting facing each
other.
	"Sure you're recovered enough, Jack?"
	"I think so, Tim. Now I want to hold that beautiful
prick of yours and caress that sexy helmet, make it
get harder and darker, press my fingers into your hot
spot under the head, until you're shooting your load
for me." I began slow strokes up and down the entire
length of his penis, using light pressure and avoiding
twisting my fist, in order to keep him at the edge as
long as possible.
	"I know you're really hot, Tim, and you're ready to
come. Just relax and let me do you at my speed because
the longer your build-up, the hotter it's gonna be for
you when I make you explode."
	"Okay, Jack, I did it that way for you, and you
really exploded when you came. Your hand feels so good
on my cock."
	"I know how hot you are," I told him. "Your balls are
so tight, and your helmet's already dark. I can feel
how hard it is when I slide my fingers over it, and
you're leaking so much I know we won't need any
Albolene."
	"You're right, I'm leakin' more than I ever did,
Jack. I'm just so hot from strokin' you off with your
thick foreskin that it won't take me long to come
now."
	"Oh, Ted, that would be nice but I want to keep you
on the edge for as long as I can so that when you
shoot, you'll really blast off. This is probably gonna
be your last orgasm with me, and I want to make it
memorable." I slowed my caresses on Tim's straining
prick, so as not to risk triggering his climax.
	"Okay, Jack, but let me relax as much as possible,
then." Tim lay down supine, his arms spread out, as I
held his penis upright, the glorious helmet dark and
inviting my touches.
	"You have a really handsome penis," I said as I
clasped it at the base with my left hand and gently
caressed around the helmet's rim with my right index
finger. "I can keep you going with these light
fingertip touches for a pretty long time."
	"Ooooohh, Jack, that feels so good. I know I'm in
good hands." Now I traced the groove behind his
flaring corona with my finger.
	"You're pretty sensitive there, too, I know. I'm
gonna hit all of your nerve endings before I let you
come." Now I began running my fingertip lightly around
his front dome, spreading the seeping lubricant in
small circles and swiping across the long lips of his
slit.
	"That's so nice, Jack, it's such a good sensation,"
he whispered.
	"Your helmet feels so smooth, Tim, especially when
it's got all that lube running out of your slit."
	"That tickles, Jack. You're givin' me a tickling
feeling right at the tip."
	"I'm gonna stay away from your rim and the gee-string
for awhile, Tim, because I don't want you to come yet.
Just relax and enjoy what I'm doin' to you." Tim's
face was flushed now, and his breathing was becoming
ragged. His scrotum was very tight, evidence that he
was close.
	"I can feel how hard the helmet is right now. It's
really dark, too, especially around the rim. You're
leaking so much lube some of it's running down your
shaft." I swept my finger around his shaft right
behind the rim and worked the clear slippery liquid
into the scar ring.
	"Ohh, that's sensitive there, too," he whispered.
He'd propped his head up with a pillow, and was avidly
watching what I was doing, taking in every delicate
stroke along his penis.
	"You're really sexy, Tim, and you've got such a sexy
prick. That really turns me on, especially when you
start to come." Now I was tracing the flaring rim once
more, following its delicate contours and working on
its nerve endings.
	"What you're doing to me is sexy," gasped Tim. I knew
he was slipping inexorably toward the edge, and that I
could have his load with just a flick of my finger in
the right spot.
 	"If you can keep your eyes open this time," I said,
"you can watch yourself come. I know you get off
watching my big helmet shooting, and I'm sure watching
yours will turn you on even more." I kept gently
massaging his corona, keeping my touch light to
maintain him at that level of arousal.
	"Okay, Jack, I'm ready. Make me come!" His legs were
trembling and I saw that his stomach muscles were
clenched. I began a quick back and forth stroke, thumb
on top to flick his rim while my index fingers pressed
into his gee-string underneath. His eyes widened,
staring fixedly on his beautiful purple helmet as the
rush of sensations overtook him.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as his sensations
mounted quickly. Then I felt a pulse in the base of
his shaft and an instant later his hot hard helmet
throbbed between my fingers as the first thick white
jet spewed from his long slit, slamming through the
lips and spraying onto his stomach.
	"Go for it, Tim!" I urged as I flicked his rock-hard
rim faster, compressing the nerve endings to feed him
sensations. His prick throbbed again, shooting a rope
of cream that arced high in the air. Tim was grunting
passionately, caught up in the fury of his orgasm,
eyes fixed on his beautiful glans that I was massaging
intently, and I realized that now he needed another
level of stimulation. I quickly wrapped my fingers
around his hot helmet and gave him a twisting
up-stroke, followed by a down-stroke twisted in the
other direction, and this made his hips lift off the
bed in a hard thrust, driving the length of his
spewing prick through my fingers.
	His helpless cry filled the room as my fist flew over
his throbbing prick, and he shot another hot load into
the air. The long lips of his slit gaped wide as the
torrent of sperm parted them, and he fell back upon
the bed as I brought my fist up, twisting it again to
give his corona a sideways swipe.
	"HAAAHHHH!" he cried out again, and I felt his prick
pulse in my encircling fingers as another jet flew
from the lids of his cock-eye. I brought my fist down
and saw a weaker jet fly from the end of his straining
prick. When I brought my fist up again, a longer gush
erupted, but without the velocity of previous ones. He
was still pulsing, but now he was dribbling.
	A few more gentle strokes brought him right to the
end, and now his prick was throbbing but only seeping,
the white fluid having turned clear as he had emptied
his tanks. I stopped stroking, and now dabbed at the
tender lips of his slit with the towel, catching the
juice and working my way down his shaft to absorb the
excess.
	Tim was very still, dazed by the violence of his
orgasm, and I let his softening prick down onto his
stomach. He looked at me tenderly as I leaned down to
kiss him on the lips. Many minutes later, I led him to
the shower, and we wordlessly enjoyed the warm water
sluicing down our bodies.
	After we'd dried each other, I made more coffee. We
both had to get on the road, but Tim had to drive over
twice as far as I did.
	"I wonder if we'll see each other again?" I mused. "I
know this has been fun, but now you've got Barry to
fill your life, and frankly, he's more suited to you
than I am."
	"Well, we'll see," he said. "It's too early to tell,
no matter how good it looks right now."
	"I wish you the best, you know," and I lifted my cup
in a silent toast.
	"I know you do, Jack. Whatever happens, I'll never
forget you."
	"Send me a card at Christmas?" I laughed.
	"That's a promise." We got up and began packing,
which took only a few minutes, and then we were ready
to leave. Outside, we loaded our vehicles and then
stood between them for a quick farewell. There was
nobody in sight, so we embraced and kissed goodbye.

	The end