Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2005 11:26:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Visit from Tim, Part 1, Adult Friends, 1/3

NOTE: This is a sequel to "Weekend with Tim," in which
I'd visited him, and in the following episodes he
comes to stay with me. Despite the difference in our
ages, we'd become very attracted to each other,
enjoying an intense emotional relationship as well as
hot sex.


Visit from Tim, Part 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com


	My heart almost skipped a beat when I read Tim's
e-mail. He was due for vacation next week and planned
to drive out to stay with me for a few days. I got
busy and began to clean the house, something I usually
do without enthusiasm but with a sense of duty, as I
wanted it impeccable for his arrival. I didn't
stockpile any food, as I wasn't sure if we'd be eating
at home or dining out.
	Tim had told me that he'd be arriving late Tuesday
afternoon, and I sat in my kitchen reading a book
while waiting for him. I knew that I'd be able to see
his truck pulling into my driveway from the window.
Shortly before five, I saw his black Dodge Ram, which
he called his "Cowboy Cadillac," pull in and stop.
	"Hi, Tim," I said as I ran outside to greet him and
to help him carry his luggage.
	"Hey, Jack, good to see you again," he said. I
grabbed a suitcase he was pulling from behind the
seat, and he picked up another one, ready to follow me
inside.
	"No need to lock your truck," I said. "It's a pretty
safe neighborhood." He slipped his keys into the
pocket of his jeans as we went in.
	"Come on back," I said. "We might as well put your
stuff in the bedroom right now." We placed the cases
along the wall and I turned to hug him.
	"Hi, Jack, I'm really glad to see you," he murmured
as we hugged tightly. I smelled the pleasant warmth of
his body as I embraced him, and I lightly kissed him
on the neck.
	"I'm glad you're here," I responded. "I've been
thinking about you all week."
	"So have I, Jack. Each night I've fallen asleep
thinking about you."
	"If you were thinking sexual thoughts, I'm not at all
surprised. I've had them too," I replied.
	"It's hard to avoid sexual thoughts when thinking
about you," he said. "You're pretty hot." I squeezed
him more tightly and replied:
	"You're hot and sexy yourself, Tim. Each night I fell
asleep holding my prick and imagining it was your
hand."
	"That was nice, back then," he continued. "When you
stayed with me, we held each other's pricks every
night. I'd never done that with a guy before I met
you."
	"I don't think I did, either. I'd never slept with a
guy before, I mean sleeping the whole night."
	"That was very nice," he said, dropping his arms. I
released him and we stood facing each other. I looked
into his eyes and said:
	"Should we undress ourselves, or each other?"
	"We didn't undress each other when I stayed with
you," I said. "I think it would be romantic if we
undressed each other, just once." I reached for his
belt buckle, loosening it so that I could pull his
shirt out. He wasn't wearing an undershirt because of
the summer heat, and within seconds I had his hairy
chest exposed. I let his jeans drop to the floor. He
undressed me until we were just wearing our shoes and
boxer shorts.
	"Let me take my shoes off," he said as he sat on the
edge of my queen-sized bed. I removed mine quickly and
we soon stood again facing each other. I ran the tip
of my fingers along the outline of his helmet through
the thin cloth, concentrating on the prominent rim.
	"I see you didn't go commando despite the summer
heat. Let me take your shorts off," I said as I knelt
and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. His prick
dangled in front of my eyes, shaft and purple helmet
arcing down in front of his sac. I lifted the front of
his prick and planted a dry kiss on the broad upper
surface of his helmet before standing up again. "I
really like that helmet, even if its doesn't have a
foreskin covering it, I said.
	"Your turn now," he said as he pulled my shorts down
and lifted the front of my prick. I felt his lips
touching my thick foreskin where it covered the head,
and I shuddered slightly at the contact. Now we were
both naked, and getting hard. Tim's hand lingered on
my swelling prick, twisting the foreskin around the
engorging helmet.
	"I always love touching that foreskin," he said. "I
can't decide if the best part of your cock is that
foreskin or the helmet inside it. It's really nice the
way the shape of your helmet always shows through your
foreskin, even when it's soft."
	"I was gonna ask if you felt like taking a shower," I
said. "I think you need quick relief more. When did
you last come?"
	"A week ago," he replied.
	"Saving it up for me?" I laughed. "I did the same
thing. I figured we'd have one big blast-off when you
arrived."
	"That'll be nice," he murmured in my ear as he hugged
me to him again and I grasped his big helmet to
squeeze it. Now our pricks were between us, becoming
very hard, and we fueled each other's excitement with
our fingers.
	"You feel pretty warm," I said. "Was it very hot
coming south and west on I-25? The afternoon sun must
have been coming right in your windshield."
	"Well, my air conditioner isn't working, so it got
kinda warm."
	"It's pretty comfortable in here, though. Evaporative
cooling works well because this is a dry climate."
	"I'm not just warm," he said. "I'm pretty hot. I was
thinking about this all day while driving."
	"I know how you like to take your time in sex," I
said. "If I make you come now it'll take the edge off
and you won't have any trouble making it last later."
I kept squeezing his spongy helmet rhythmically,
knowing that I was making his cock-root throb. Tim was
working my hood back and forth, covering and
uncovering the front dome of my helmet.
	"Your cock's more sensitive," Tim said. "Suppose I
make you come first?" I separated from him and sat on
the bed, picking up a roll of paper towels I'd placed
on the bedside table earlier.
	"That's a good idea," I said as I lay down, still
holding on to his prick. "I know how you like to play
with my foreskin, and that's gonna prime your pump for
when I make you come."
	"Playing with your foreskin does prime my pump," he
said as he laid several paper towels on my stomach and
picked up my prick again. "I like to pull your skin up
and down, and make your big helmet appear and
disappear."
	"I'll keep squeezing your tip while you work on my
prick," I said. "I don't think I'll make you come too
fast."
	"No problem there," he said as he began taking longer
strokes on my prick. "I just love the way your helmet
comes out and goes back under the skin when I pump
you. Having a foreskin's neat."
	"That feels really good," I said as I felt the
insistent caresses of his fingers on my foreskin,
sliding it sensually up and down my sensitive
surfaces. Tim was sitting next to me, his prick within
easy reach, and one leg over my thighs.
	"I get a charge out of watching you come," he said.
"I like to see your face when you come, hear you
moaning, and see the jizm shooting out of that big
helmet." Tim's fingers were taking long strokes on my
prick, completely baring the head on the back-stroke
and bringing the foreskin forward to form a pucker on
the forward stroke. I kept squeezing his glans, and
felt the slipperiness of his lube as it began seeping
from his long slit onto my fingers.
	"You're gettin' lube now," I said as I began
spreading the slippery wetness around the lips of his
long slit with a fingertip.
	"I was lubing all afternoon thinking about you.
Didn't you notice how damp the front of my shorts
were? Now, when your fingers touch me, you just pull
it from me," he said as he pulled my hood all the way
down. "Your helmet's gotten darker," he continued.
	"Your fingers feel good on my prick," I whispered.
"You know how to handle it perfectly." Now he began
bumping my corona with the ring of foreskin gathered
behind my swollen tip.
	"I know you're close," he murmured. "Your helmet's
very dark, and the rim feels hard. I can feel it
through the foreskin."
	"Yeah, I'm close," I muttered as I felt the tension
build in my body. His strong fingers kept flicking my
foreskin up against my swollen rim, and then drawing
it back to stretch its nerve endings, fueling my
excitement.
	"Your helmet's very sensitive, and I can feel you
gettin' hotter."
	"I feel the tingle," I whispered. My corona was alive
with a hot tingle, and I knew that the feeling was
about to explode. My fingers still kept squeezing
Tim's glans, although I was losing my concentration as
my attention focused on my hot hard prick.
	"Okay, now you'll come!" he said as his fingers
yanked my foreskin back hard, sending a hot flash of
sensation through its tightly stretched nerve endings
before pulling it up to compress my rim. The tingling
feeling spread all over my head and shaft, and as my
eyes closed I felt the heavy pounding of my orgasm
begin deep inside me.
	"Ooooohhhh!" I cried out as the first wave of orgasm
swept over me and a hot rush of lava seared its way up
my tube.
	"Go for it!" I dimly heard as the sensations wracked
my body and dimmed my consciousness. I felt the heavy
thrill as Tim's skilled fingers pulled my foreskin all
the way up, the friction against my helmet making my
cock-root convulse again. Another powerful gush
distended my urethra and slammed through the lips of
my teardrop slit as I howled again. Tim's strong
fingers dragged my cowl back off the helmet and
another spasm gripped me, a hot convulsion of pleasure
that made me howl again as it sent another burning jet
up my prick.
	I felt Tim pull my foreskin all the way back and give
it a series of tugs to bring forth more jets until my
fluid was just dribbling from my tip. I was exhausted,
drained, and spent, thanks to him, and I felt myself
sinking into the familiar daze.
	"Man, that was beautiful, watchin' you shoot when I
pulled your foreskin back." I heard Tim say as I
opened my eyes a couple of minutes later. "You shot a
hell of a load this time."
	"You did it for me," I responded weakly.
	"That big purple helmet was really pouring it out,"
he continued. "Even when you stopped shooting, you
dribbled a lot of cream."
	"Thanks, Tim," I whispered. "That felt so good..." I
trailed off.
	"It looked good to me, too," Tim added. "I felt your
cock throb each time you shot. I saw that teardrop
hole in your helmet become round each time another jet
came through it. I don't know what I like more,
pumping your foreskin over your throbbin' cock or
watchin' that big purple helmet creaming." I was
rapidly regaining my strength, and now sat up on one
elbow, watching Tim milking my prick.
	"That feels good," I said as his probing finger dug
in behind my sac to push out the last drops.
	"I'll milk you and get it all out," he said. "Then
I'll lie down." I felt each drop as it coursed up my
tube ahead of his propelling finger, and watched it
seep from my shrinking purple helmet onto a paper
towel. Now I resumed squeezing Tim's glans, wanting to
make him aware of the delights that awaited him.
	"Your prick throbs with each squeeze," I said. "I
can't wait to make it shoot now." Tim dabbed at my tip
a final time with a corner of a paper towel, pulled my
foreskin up to cover the head, and lay down before me.
I put several paper towels on his stomach and reached
for the bottle of Astroglide I'd set out on the
bedside table earlier, pouring some onto his swollen
tip.
	"Feels goooood..." He murmured.
	"I'm gonna massage your helmet with the Astro," I
explained. "I know you're used to Albolene, but I
don't want to spend time looking for it." I caressed
his now slippery glans with my fingertips, working the
viscous liquid over the entire surface and behind the
high rim. I added a few more drops and massaged them
into the sensitive area between his corona and the
scar where his foreskin had been removed.
	"That feels good," he said. "That Astro feels warm,
too."
	"I'm gonna hit all the sensitive spots
on your prick," I assured him. "I've worked it into
your rim, and now I'm making sure the skin between the
scar and rim's covered too." Now I put down the bottle
and wrapped my fingers tightly around his shaft,
cupping his sac with my other hand. I noticed that he
was fingering my foreskin, twisting it lightly.
	"Your skin turns me on," he explained. "I guess it's
okay if I touch it while you're stroking me." I began
a long up and down stroke on Tim's penis, from base to
the bulbous glans that topped it.
	"That's fine, Tim. I just love it when you touch my
prick. Yours doesn't have a foreskin, but I'm gonna
make it feel good anyway." I kept on with the straight
up and down strokes for another minute, varying my
pressure and speed. His long slit was leaking more
fluid now, and I blended it in with the Astroglide
lubricant as I stroked him.
	"You're makin' me so hot," he murmured.
	"I know, Tim. I can see your tip's gotten darker and
your balls are tight."
	"I'm almost there," he whispered.
	"I'm gonna twist now, and make you come," I said as I
began the heavy twisting motion on each up-stroke,
caressing his swollen corona and making him grunt with
each stroke. I saw his eyes close, and I gave his hard
helmet another twist, flicking my fingertips over the
gee-string under the head.
	"AAAAHHHH!" he cried out as I felt a hard throb in
his helmet and shaft. The first thick rope of cream
surged from the long lips of his slit and fell back
onto his stomach and my fingers. He cried out again as
another heavy throb filled his penis and the second
torrent of thick cream spewed from his slit. I was now
working his prick quickly, doing my best to fuel his
fire, bringing forth another hot jet that poured over
my fingers and his shaft. Tim's hips were bucking and
he was grunting mindlessly as the sensations poured
into his straining glans.
	His jets slowed to a steady dribble, and the color of
his fluid changed from white to clear. I felt him
begin to relax as the orgasm spent itself. I watched
Tim lying there as his breathing relented to a more
normal rhythm. When his eyes opened I leaned over to
kiss him on the forehead, and felt his strong arms
encircle me as he pulled me down.
	"That was hot," he said. "You made me drain myself so
much I don't know if I'll have anything left for the
rest of the evening."
	"Let's get into the shower now," I suggested. "Then
we can have some wine and talk." Tim followed me into
the shower and we relaxed under the pleasant, sensual
flow of water.
	"Hey, you've got a shower spray," he noted, looking
up at the shower head in its bracket and the hose
leading from it.
	"Yeah, and it works pretty well," I said. "Here, let
me show you." I removed the spray head from its
bracket and adjusted the control ring to produce an
intense and concentrated spray. "Now you probably have
to pee," I continued, pointing the hot spray at his
big helmet. Tim shuddered as the intense sensation
flooded into his helmet, and a moment later I saw his
yellow stream begin. He sighed deeply as the flow
increased, flushing him out.
	"Man, that was some feeling," he said after his
stream had stopped and I'd directed the spray toward
the floor. "I don't think I could have held it in with
that hot spray hittin' my helmet like that." He took
the spray head from my hand and grasped my prick with
his other hand, easing back the thick foreskin.
	"Now we'll see how it works on you," he continued. "I
guess you have to pee, too." The concentrated spray
slammed against the broad upper surface of my glans
and I felt a sharp spasm deep inside as my sphincter
let go.
	"I can't resist it either," I said as I shuddered
with the impact of the sensations.
	"This is really something," Tim said as he watched my
stream flowing onto the floor and down the drain. "Did
you ever use this to get off?"
	"Yeah, I've done it, Tim. This always makes me pee,
and often makes me come too. It's pretty intense."
	"Yeah it's intense," he agreed. "I felt it on my
helmet. It felt like a million little hammers hittin'
every nerve ending in my helmet." My stream was
thinning now, and I knew it would soon be only a
dribble. I reached out to milk Tim's penis, first
probing underneath and then along the bottom of the
shaft to force out the last drops.
	"Here, take this back," he said. "I think you're
finished." I changed the control ring back to normal
and replaced the shower head in its bracket as my
prick dribbled its last drops.
	"That feels good," I said as I felt his strong
fingers massaging my perineum to bring the residue
forward. I soaped his body as he milked my prick, and
then he soaped me as he stood under the spray to rinse
himself. We took so long washing each other that I was
concerned we'd run out of hot water.
	"This was really sensual," he commented as I turned
off the water. I picked the towel off the outside rack
and began drying him, taking my time because we were
both enjoying it so much.
	"Okay, now you do me," I said as I handed him the
towel. Tim lovingly worked the towel over my body, the
way I'd done him, until he got to my prick.
	"Want me to skin you back and dry the helmet too?" he
asked.
	"Yeah, do that. I'll put some Astro on my tip
anyway." Tim lovingly eased back my hood and carefully
dried the head, stretching the inverted foreskin back
to dry it as well. Then he slid it forward and dried
my legs and feet. After we'd stepped out of the shower
he put the towel on the rack to dry and watched as I
skinned back my foreskin.
	"See, I'll just put a couple of drops of Astroglide
on the tip to keep my foreskin lubed," I said as I
demonstrated, squeezing the plastic bottle gently to
eject two drops. "Now I'll work it in, spreading it
all over the head from the rim to the tip." I slid my
hood back and forth several times to spread the
viscous fluid over the entire glans.
	"That's nice," he said. "I like watching you do that.
The foreskin slides easier that way." We walked into
the kitchen, where the cool tile floor seemed pleasant
under our feet. I poured two glasses of merlot and we
toasted each other silently, our eyes meeting over the
rims of the glasses as we drank. We sat facing each
other, legs spread without a trace of modesty,
enjoying the views of each other's crotches. I touched
his leg with mine.
	"This is really nice," Tim said. "I like being with
you."
	"I feel the same way about you, Tim. It's not just
the sex. I'm really comfortable with you."
	"When I'm talking with you, Jack, I can say anything
I want. I don't feel I have anything to hide or hold
back." His legs pressed against mine, and I enjoyed
the warmth of the contact.
	"I think that makes the sex better for us too," I
added. "We can talk frankly about what we like, and we
don't have to worry about hurting each other's
feelings." I raised my other leg and put it on his
thigh. Tim reached down and caressed my calf.
	"I like that, Jack. I really like the physical
contact with you. I guess we've bonded."
	"We both like the contact. I'm sure we've bonded. We
did that at your place a few weeks ago. You're a
really sexy guy, Tim, but that's not all there is to
it." I felt my penis stir as I spoke, and I saw Tim's
eyes open slightly wider. It was clear that he, too,
was having a physical reaction to our closeness. Tim
took another drink of his wine and then put his glass
down.
	"I want to play with your skin," he said as his
fingers closed around the bulge at the end of my
prick. "This is always such a turn-on for me." I
removed my leg to let him get closer, and I clasped
his prick and squeezed the head.
	"I know, Tim. I understand how much my foreskin turns
you on. Well, that turns me on, too, when you touch it
and play with it. My foreskin loves the attention. My
prick loves the attention." Our chairs were very close
together now, and I clasped Tim's other hand in mine.
I kept squeezing his glans with a steady rhythm, the
way I knew he liked.
	"I wish I had a foreskin like yours," he said. "I've
always resented that the doctor cut it off when I was
born."
	"I wish you had a foreskin too, Tim. You'd feel
better about yourself if you were intact."
	"I know I would. I'd feel more like a man."
	"I know the feeling. I felt that way too. You
remember what I've been through. Anyway, we've got a
lot in common. We both turn each other on."
	"We just blew our loads but I think we're both ready
to go again," he whispered in my ear as he drew me
close to him. His skilled fingers were gently twisting
my foreskin around my swelling head.
	"We'll take our time gettin' there," I said. "I know
how much you enjoy the climb." I kissed his cheek as I
got up and led him back to the bedroom. When I lay
down, he immediately climbed on top of me, crushing
our hard pricks between our stomachs. I felt his hot
breath on my cheek as he said:
	"I love this, Jack. I love being on top of you,
feeling your body under me." Then he kissed my cheek.
	"I like feeling you on top of me. You're so warm..."
I trailed off. Our pricks were against each other, and
I felt the warmth of his erection full length against
mine. Now he rolled off me and I felt his warm fingers
close around my hard prick again.
	"I like the way your skin covers the helmet even when
you're hard," he commented as he gently worked my
foreskin in short jiggles over the head. "I wish I had
skin the way you do." I knew he was referring to his
neonatal circumcision, which he'd always resented.
	"I know how you feel, Tim. I was your age when I had
that plastic surgery." I'd also resented having been
circumcised and had had the surgery to replace my lost
hood. "If you decide to do something about it, you can
stretch your skin to form a new foreskin. Nobody has
plastic surgery for this anymore."
 	"I know, Jack. I might start stretching one of these
days." As he spoke his fingers continued to fondle my
foreskin. "You've got so much skin, such a long
foreskin. I really like that."
	"You can play with it all you like," I encouraged him
as I continued applying squeezes to his glans, knowing
that every squeeze made his cock-root throb. Now I let
my index finger drop to the hot spot under the head,
where the gee-string comes out of the vee-groove. I
gave it a slight press, and then a sideways stroke.
Tim shuddered and caught his breath.
	"That really hit me," he said.
	"I knew it would," I replied as I gave his sensitive
frenulum another swipe, making him gasp in delight.
"I'm glad you've still got your gee-string, so that
you can feel this," I continued. I stroked his
gee-string a few more times before letting go and
reaching for the small vibrator on the bedside table.
	"I've seen those before," he said as I turned it on.
"They work off an AA battery." I heard his sharp
intake of breath as I touched the tip of the vibrator
to the front of his glans, stimulating the gaping lips
of his long slit. His fingers tightened on my prick as
the sensations bored into him.
	"You just seeped some lube," I said. "I'll work that
into your helmet with the vibrator." I moved the
rounded end of the vibrator in small circles around
his slit, spreading the clear fluid and sending
thrills into his nerve endings.
	"Now let's work around your ridge," I said as I moved
the vibrator's tip along one side of his corona,
working back toward the top. Tim began breathing
heavily as the vibrations pounded the nerve endings in
his engorged corona, and now I worked the vibrator
down the other side, ending up underneath. When I
pressed the tip into his gee-string, he shuddered.
	"AAAHHHHH, that's hot!" he cried out as I strummed
his hot spot with the vibrator's tip. I felt the
tension building in his body until he said; "Stop!
I'll come too fast!" I turned off the vibrator and
watched him relax.
	"I know how you like taking it nice and easy," I
reassured him. "I don't want to push you over the edge
too fast."
	"You would have if you'd kept it up. You had me so
hot..." his voice trailed off. I hugged him to me.
"Just let me play with your cock for awhile," he
suggested. I released him and lay down. His fingers
were still around the bulge at the front of my prick.
	"I haven't put my finger inside your skin yet," he
said. "I'd like to see what it feels like for you when
I run my finger around your helmet under that
foreskin." He released my prick and went over to his
baggage, returning with a jar.
	"I'll lube your skin up with this Albolene," he
explained as he dipped a fingertip into the cream.
"Now I'll steady your cock with my left hand while I
push my right fingertip into your skin. Feel that? I'm
workin' it in and around your helmet." I felt his
fingertip sliding into my foreskin, stretching the
supple tissues as it explored the contours of my
glans.
	"I can feel it, Tim. You're circling the front dome
right now and stretching my foreskin."
	"Yeah, and now I'll go a little deeper," he said as I
felt his finger probe farther, caressing the nerve
endings. I felt the ridges of his fingerprint through
the film of lubricant as he worked it into my
foreskin.
	"I feel you circling my helmet," I said, feeling my
prick becoming harder under the stimulation.
	"I just love that beautiful helmet you've got, Jack.
It's so much like mine, but a little rounder at the
tip." His lubed finger continued to explore inside my
foreskin, sending messages of pleasure into my glans
and down my shaft.
	"Can I hold on to yours while you do this to me?" I
asked. "I like holding your prick."
	"Sure you can, Jack. If you just squeeze the head I
don't think you'll make me come. It was that vibrator
that really got to me."
	"I know, Tim. I saw your helmet gettin' darker when I
worked it with the vibrator."
	"Yours would too," he said. "Your tip's more
sensitive and you would have shot already."
	"I think I would have," I replied.
	"Feel my finger around your ridge?" he asked as his
fingertip circled my corona, making me shudder.
	"Oh, yeah, Tim, I really feel it!" Tim leaned over
and kissed me on the lips as I finished speaking.
	"I love feelin' your hot cock in my hands," he said
fervently, his blue eyes boring into mine. "I love
feelin' it throb, love feelin' it so warm, and I know
I'll love watchin' it shoot."
	"I love feelin' your hands on my prick," I replied.
"This is so intimate." Tim's finger twirled around my
corona, stretching the foreskin as it caressed the
rim's nerve endings, and I felt the tension building
inside me.
 	"I can feel the helmet gettin' harder, especially
the rim," Tim said. "I'm gonna skin you back so I can
see it." I felt his fingers firmly pushing back on my
hood, exposing my turgid glans to his avid gaze.
	"You're makin' my prick so hot," I moaned. As the
front part of my glans came into view Tim leaned down
and blew on it.
	"That's a really sexy helmet," he whispered hotly.
"You're so excited your hole's swollen, like a
teardrop. Now I'll get the foreskin back and see the
rest of it." His fingers tightened on my prick,
forcing the hood back over the corona, until it
snapped down into the deep groove behind it. Again, I
felt his breath on the tender surface.
	"It's really hard and shiny," he commented. I think
you're just a few seconds from blasting off. I'm gonna
get you ready." He let go of my prick and reached for
the paper towels, spreading several over my stomach.
	"If you want to make me come now, it's all right with
me. I'll do you afterward," I said. I felt his strong
fingers closing around my shaft, pulling down to drag
the foreskin back off the head.
	"Okay, Jack, just relax. I'll make you come, but this
time I'll use the vibrator on your helmet. I'll keep
the foreskin back all the way to do this so I can see
how your helmet throbs and shoots when I use that
gadget." I heard the faint buzzing and a moment later
I felt the vibrations stabbing into my corona as Tim
slowly moved the vibrator's tip around the hard
lubricated flesh. I moaned and sighed with delight as
I felt my prick respond.
	"Just try to stay relaxed," Tim coached me. "This is
gonna make you come, but just let it happen. I wanna
watch as your tip gets even darker just before it
shoots." My insides were tightening, and I knew I was
going to lose control any second under the flood of
sensations pouring into my prick.
	"You've got a drop leakin' from your hole now. You
must be right on the edge." Now he rolled the body of
the vibrator over the broad upper surface of my glans,
sending more sensations into the eagerly waiting nerve
endings, and I felt my crotch muscles tighten even
more despite my best efforts.
	"Now for the payoff, Jack. Right in your groove to
hit the hot spot!" As he spoke I felt him plunge the
vibrator's tip into the vee-groove under my glans,
setting off a firestorm of sensations that engulfed me
and triggered my orgasm. I cried out as my eyes
closed, and felt the first surge of hot lava pouring
into my prick-shaft in its rush towards the end. The
hot flow filled the spot in my urethra where the
vibrator was touching, and I jerked involuntarily. I
felt my crotch muscles contract sharply a second time,
sending another hot torrent shooting up my prick to
erupt through my helmet into the air.
	I felt the vibrator sweeping quickly across the front
of my glans and return to the vee-groove as it
triggered another hot spasm that made me cry out
helplessly. My prick throbbed hard, sending another
jet of thick cream into the air. Now Tim's fingers
pulled back harder on my shaft-skin, baring the neck
of my shaft, and I felt the vibrator working around
the sensitive tissues and along the back face of my
corona as I moaned helplessly.
	More fluid poured from my straining prick until I'd
exhausted myself, and Tim must have sensed it because
he removed the vibrator from me. I lay torpid, utterly
drained, stunned into immobility. Minutes later I
opened my eyes to see Tim's face above mine, smiling.
	"Hey, you really unloaded one, Jack." He leaned down
to plant a dry kiss on my lips, and then my chin.
"That vibrator really set you off. I felt your cock
throb so hard I thought it was gonna explode!"
	"You mean it didn't?" I asked weakly.
	"Well, your big helmet exploded several times. You
really shot some jets. If you look on the paper towels
you'll see how much cream you shot. I'm surprised you
shot that much, since I drained you a little more than
a couple of hours ago."
	"Well, that means that when I make you pop your
prick's gonna explode too. I expect you'll have one of
those really big, blasting, and convulsive orgasms." I
squeezed Tim's hand affectionately as I spoke, and
felt him return the squeeze. Then he began milking my
plumbing, starting behind my sac and working up to the
end of my penis, catching each drop in a paper towel
before he pulled my hood up to cover the shrunken
head.
	"You're still hard," I commented. "Your balls are
tight against your body. You're pretty excited."
	"Well, working on you and making you shoot kept me
pretty excited, Jack. You know how playing with your
cock and skin turns me on." Tim lay back on the bed,
and I spread more paper towels over his stomach. Now I
grasped his shaft and held it upright as I spread a
layer of Albolene over the swollen purple end.
	"I know how good it feels when I spread this lube
over your helmet," I said. "I'll go nice and slow so
you don't pop too soon."
	"I'm glad we think alike," Tim said. "We both know
that taking your time makes the orgasm more intense."
I leaned over to kiss his forehead.
	"Yes, and we try to give each other the best orgasms
we can," I said. "Now feel my fingertip going around
your rim, slowly spreading that slick stuff over the
nerve endings." Tim's prick jerked slightly in my hand
as I stroked his thick corona.
	"You'll make me come if you do that long enough," he
said.
	"I'll make you come, all right, but this is only the
build-up," I explained as I worked my fingertip down
the back-face of his high rim, caressing the little
buds that contained the nerve endings.
	"Do it any way you want, darling," he said, and he
must have registered the look of surprise on my face
as he spoke. I'd never been called "darling" by any
man. "You called me that when you stayed with me," he
reminded me.
	"Yeah, I remember," I said as I continued stimulating
his corona with my fingertip. "How do you like it now,
my working on those little buds behind your rim?"
	"Yeah, we've both got those little buds," He replied.
"That feels so good when you do that."
	"Now I'll stroke the skin between your scar and the
rim," I said as my fingertip began tracing circles
behind his corona. "I know you're really sensitive
there."
	"Yeah, Jack, that's really reaching me. Can I hold on
to your cock while you're doin' that?"
	"Of course, Tim. I know how that turns you on." I
felt his warm fingers closing around my limp prick,
gently working the thick foreskin back and forth.
	"I just love stroking your skin. That really does it
for me." His fingers continued their manipulations as
I brought my fingertip under his glans to caress his
thick frenulum. The contact made Tim's prick jerk
again.
	"I know this is your special hot spot, Tim. If I kept
this up I'd make you come pretty damn fast." My
fingertip continued its maddening caresses on his
nerve-rich strip of tissue, and I felt the tension
building in his body.
	"Yeah, you're right, Jack. You'd have my load in no
time if you kept that up." I relented, moving my
fingertip back to begin circling his inflamed corona
again.
	"I can tell, Tim. Your balls are still tight, and now
your helmet's gotten harder. It's darker, too."
	"Yeah, you've got me pretty close."
	"Okay, Tim, just try to relax. I'm gonna ease up
because I know you like a long build-up. Just
concentrate on making every muscles in your body
relax. Spread your legs a bit more, and take a few
deep breaths." As I spoke I felt Tim's warm fingers
sliding my hood up and down my glans, and my prick was
beginning to respond to the stimulation.
	`You just came, and you're gettin' hard again," he
said.
	"Well, it's not just your touching me; it's working
on your prick and that beautiful helmet that's helping
to turn me on. I know what you're feelin' and I know
that it's reaching right down to your crotch muscles
deep inside."
	"Yeah, when you hit my ridge or my gee-string, my
crotch muscles twitch. That's what's gettin' me so
hot." I removed my fingertip from his ridge and began
tracing small circles around his long slit, caressing
the front dome of his helmet.
	"Okay, this might not be as stimulating now, but
it'll maintain you for awhile until you feel you're
ready to come." I caressed the hard surface slowly,
following the compound curves, and felt the hardness
of his sensitive tissue. Tim took several deep breaths
and I felt him relax slightly.
	"How are you gonna make me come?" he asked. "I know
I'm close, and I'll really need to unload soon."
	"I'll make you unload when you're ready, Tim. I want
to make sure you're primed and ready to go, so that
you can't hold back anymore." I knew he was close
because I felt the hardness of his helmet and shaft,
and saw the veins standing out proudly along its
length.
	"You've really got me hot, Jack. Any time you want my
load, you've got it. I'm absolutely helpless." I moved
my left hand down to the base of his shaft, clamping
it tightly to constrict his veins and make his prick
harder yet.
	"Feel that, Tim? Now that I'm squeezing the base of
your prick your helmet should get into its final
swelling. I can see it's already pretty dark."
	"It's really hot," he whispered. "I'm gettin' a
tickle right where you're touching me."
	"Okay, Tim, just stay relaxed. I'm gonna stroke your
prick a little more and then I'll make you cream. It
really looks nice now, with the helmet all dark and
swollen, and you've even got a drop of lube coming
through your slit." The lips of his long slit were
gaping now, parted by a clear drop that seeped through
and was now trickling down the fron dome, where I
spread it around the sensitive surface.
	"That feels so good, and the way you describe it's
makin' me so hot..." he whispered.
	"Now can you feel this?" I asked as I pulled down
hard on his shaft skin.
	"Yeah, you're stretchin' my fren. That feels really
good."
	"I'm makin' the helmet dip now. The front of it's
down a little." I picked up the vibrator and turned it
on.
	"I'm gettin that feelin', Jack. My cock feels like
I've gotta pee."
	"Stay relaxed and let it come to you," I urged. "I've
got you right on the edge, Tim. Now I'm gonna make you
cream hard." I touched the tip of the vibrator to his
tightly stretched frenulum and he gasped.
	"Oooooohhhh," he moaned as his eyes closed tightly.
"I'm right on the edge." I gave his shaft-skin a sharp
yank as I pressed the vibrator's rounded tip hard into
the tense gee-string, and I felt his prick throb hard
as the helmet dipped. He grunted as his prick pulsed
in my hand, sending a long thick ribbon of cream
shooting up from his tip.
	"Your helmet's shooting now," I said, not sure that
he heard me. His prick throbbed again and another hot
stream gushed through the long lips, distending them
on its way out.
	"HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as more sperm came flying
from his distended orifice to arc high and land on the
paper towels. His hips bucked and his shapely helmet
erupted again, a thick stream pouring out to run down
his glans.
	"That's it, Tim, shoot your load for me," I cried
out, caught up in the excitement, my prick fully hard
now as I watched his dark purple helmet pouring out
streams of white sperm. The odor of chlorine filled
the air as he continued to writhe mindlessly on the
bed, his straining prick erupting with thick runny
liquid.
	Tim's orgasm began to fade as he emptied himself, and
the streams changed to a steady dribble that wasn't as
white as his earlier gushes. I removed the vibrator
and relaxed my grip on his shaft because I knew it
would be over in a few more seconds. When his prick
stopped pulsing I probed behind his tight sac with a
finger, working the residue forward, and continue
milking his shaft until the last drops seeped from his
slit.
	Minutes later, he began to come out of his daze. He
opened his eyes and said:
	"Man, that felt like my entire insides were shooting
out through my cock." I leaned over and kissed him
lightly on the lips.
	"It looked like it, too, Tim. You just poured out so
much cream that I wondered where it all came from." I
dabbed at his leaking helmet, which was softening, and
let his prick down onto his stomach. My erection was
softening as well, now that the orgasm that had
inspired it was over.
	"I guess we worked up an appetite, didn't we?" he
asked.
	"Yeah, I'm gettin' a little hungry, and I can see why
you are, too."
	"Let's go get something to eat," he suggested.
	"I'm for that," I said. "Let's take a quick shower
first, and then I'll take you to a really nice place.
You like Chinese?"
	"Bet your ass I do," he replied. "For a Midwestern
boy, I've got foreign appetites." We got up, quickly
showered, and went to eat our fill at a Chinese buffet
several miles away.
	Back home, we stripped and lay side by side on the
bed, completely relaxed. My hand was clasping his
prick and his was on mine.

End of Part 1