Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 10:59:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend With Tim, Part 3, Adult Friends, 3/3

Weekend with Tim, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Tim and I awoke the next morning, having slept 14
hours straight. I'd turned over in my sleep and lost
my grip on his penis, as he had on mine. When I
reached for Tim's prick, I found it was hard. Mine was
still soft.
	"I've gotta take a wicked piss," he said with a grin
as he came awake. "I also need to come."
	"I figured that, Tim. Maybe you could do both. First
you come, and then you flush out your pipes. I don't
think you can pee as long as you're hard like that."
	"Fuck, yeah, that's a good idea," he replied. "You
want to come too? Yours isn't hard, though."
	"No, I don't often wake up hard at my age, and don't
feel like it quite yet, but let's take the Albolene
with us into the bathroom. I'll make you come into the
sink, and then we can get into the shower where the
hot water will make us pee." Inside the bathroom Tim
stood at the sink while I got behind him, wrapping my
left arm around his waist while scooping up some
Albolene with the fingertips of my right hand. His
erection hadn't softened at all.
	"I like the way your prick bobs from side to side
when you walk," I said as I began massaging the silky
lubricant into his helmet. "That heavy-ended prick
looks really nice, whether you're hard or soft."
	"Yours bounces from side to side too, Jack. You've
got a heavy end on yours too, and a thick cover over
it." I worked the Albolene into his penis, covering it
from tip to base.
	"Now I'll get you all lubed up, and then I'll make
your prick explode." My fingers encircled his warm
shaft, stroking up to the head, and then back to the
base.
	"Ooooohhhh, that feels so good," he said as I stroked
him slowly, letting him feel all the sensations.
	"Your prick's already pretty hard, and your balls are
lifting now." My eyes met his in the mirror over the
sink as I spoke. I kissed his ear.
	"You're really very gentle, Jack. You know exactly
what I like." I held him more tightly to me as I kept
working on his erection, feeling it throb between my
fingers.
	"Feel it when the web of my hand snaps over your
rim?" I asked.
	"Oh, yeah, Jack, and I can feel it when your
fingertips rub my gee-string too. That gets me very
hot."
	"I can tell. Your helmet's gettin' darker now. You're
really primed to shoot."
	"You're doin' it to me, Jack. My helmet's becoming
tingly now."
	"I know. I can feel it gettin' harder too." I twisted
my fist around his engorged helmet, knowing that I was
sending thrills into the tender flesh. Tim raised his
left hand to put it around the back of my neck and he
gripped my right forearm with his muscular right hand.
I pressed myself hard against his back, enjoying the
warmth of his body.
	"I'm gettin' close, Jack." I felt the mounting
tension in his body as I lovingly massaged his prick.
Now I brought my little finger to the front dome of
Tim's helmet and inserted the tip into the gaping lips
of his long slit, making his prick jerk in my hand.
"Ooohhh," he groaned. "Very close."
	"I know you are," I said. "The pressure in your
bladder's gonna make you come faster than normally."
"I know it will, Jack. I can't hold off too long."
	"Just stay relaxed if you can and let it happen," I
coached him. "I want to see and feel you come." His
body was becoming tenser.
	"I just saw your eyes close," I continued. "I'll be
here for you when you let go." Tim's helmet was now
very swollen, the ridge pronounced against my fingers.
	"HAAAAHHHH-HAAAAAHHHH!" he cried out as I felt his
prick throb hard in my hand. A thick ribbon of white
liquid shot from his deep purple helmet to splatter
into the sink, and I watched avidly as the heavy
stream parted the long lips of his slit as it gushed
through them. He cried out again, sending another load
into the sink as his knees buckled. I tightened my arm
around him, holding him upright, and pressed myself
against his straining body to hold him against the
bathroom counter. I also tightened my grip on his
shaft and pulled back hard to put tension on his
gee-string and make his turgid helmet dip.
	Tim cried out as I felt his prick throb again, and
again a ribbon of white cream gushed from the lips of
his slit. I could see the front of his helmet in the
mirror, and watched the long lips distend as another
load of semen slammed through them. Tim was now
collapsed against me, sobbing and moaning, totally
enraptured by the hot thrills flooding his body, while
I stroked and held him.
	His prick throbbed several more times as he emptied
himself, until the last dribbles changed to a final
droplet. I held him as he began to recover, enjoying
the feel of his muscular body against me.
	"Well, you really got me off, and fast," he said as
he opened his eyes. "You sure you don't want me to do
you now?" He looked at me tenderly.
	"No, your sex drive's higher than mine," I replied.
"You told me you often come four times a day. Anyway,
I want to save myself for the electro."
	"Yeah, you told me you brought your electro stuff
with you."
	"It's still in my car," I said. "I can bring it up
after we come back from breakfast."
	"Okay, let's get cleaned up and then we can go eat."
He stepped into the shower and turned on the warm
water as I followed.
	"Now that your prick's softening you ought to be able
to pee. I know I'll be letting go in a second." As I
spoke, I felt a steady dribble begin, flowing through
the nipple of my foreskin.
	"I'll pinch your skin and make it balloon again," he
said as he grasped the end of my fleshy nozzle. The
trapped fluid quickly distended my hood, and when it
was fully swollen he let go. "I'm always fascinated by
that," he continued. "I wish I had one of those hoods
to play with."
	"You can play with mine all you want," I said as I
noticed the flow beginning from his dangling helmet.
	"You're really beautiful, you know," he said as he
pinched my foreskin nipple again. "I mean, you're a
really nice guy, and I enjoy being with you. I'm
really glad you came." He inclined his head and kissed
my chin.
	"I'm glad I came here," I said as I hugged him close
to me. "It's turning out to be a wonderful weekend."
Tim had now released my foreskin and we stood together
as our pricks drained themselves.
	"There, that flushed out the residue, didn't it?" I
asked as we separated and he reached for the washrag.
He began soaping me, and when he had done that he
rinsed my body, paying special attention to my
foreskin, and then I did him. Once he'd rinsed, we got
dressed.
	"Let's take my car this time," I suggested as we came
out into the street. "I know the way from yesterday."
The previous day we'd enjoyed breakfast so much we'd
decided to return. We got into my 2002 Isuzu Rodeo and
drove to the same restaurant, anticipating another
excellent breakfast. Inside, we got the same corner
table, and gave the waitress our orders.
	"You know I tried stereo-stim," he said. "I gave up
after I got a couple of nasty shocks."
	"I never tried it," I said. "However, I've read
comments on various web sites and one thing they all
point out is that stereo can be dangerous because it's
unpredictable. Maybe the worst thing that can happen
is your getting house current through your body. If
you're stimming in the bathtub, that could happen."
	"Sounds deadly," Tim commented.
	"Now when you use equipment designed for stimming,
you're better off. My unit uses a rechargeable
battery, and never connects to the 110 volt line
except for charging. It adjusts to a bunch of stim
modes, and has controls for intensity, timing, and
other functions. You can tailor its output to what
works best for you because it's digital." At this
point our breakfasts arrived, and we fell silent as we
ate our first meal in 20 hours. I picked up the check
and left a tip, and then we started back to Tim's
apartment. During the drive, Tim said to me:
	"That was so nice this morning, Jack. What a way to
begin the day. It was very sweet."
	"That was nice for me, too. I really enjoyed feeling
your prick throb, watching it spurt, and feeling your
body straining against mine."
	"Well, I want to watch and feel you come too, Jack.
When we get back and start with your unit, you go
first."
	"That would be a good idea," I agreed. "That way you
can see for yourself that it's safe and that there are
no unpleasant surprises." I parked in front of his
apartment and we went inside. I carried the cardboard
box containing my stimming equipment. Inside we
stripped and went into the bedroom, where I showed him
the contents of the box. I pulled out the beige
colored control box first:
	"Here's the power unit, Tim. It's digital, and has
its own internal battery. I'll explain each component
as I put it on. Got some paper towels?" Tim went to
the kitchen, returning with a roll of towels. I was on
the bed.
	"I use three electrodes," I continued. "They connect
me to both channels through this wiring harness here.
Channel "A" goes from the end of my prick down to the
base. See this little plastic pad with a wire
attached? This goes under my foreskin like this. I use
a drop of electro-gel to make sure it's conducting." I
demonstrated by pouring a drop of gel on the pad and
placing it under my glans as I slipped the hood
forward over it.
	"Good thing you've got a skin," Tim remarked. I
continued:
	"This blue conductive band goes around the base of my
prick, and it's the common lead for both channels. I'm
strapping it in place and using a drop of gel on top.
Last is this other conductive pad, self-adhesive,
which I put right next to my anus." As I fitted it in
place, I explained:
	"This lets Channel "B" go through my prostate. Now I
brought a fresh set of electrodes for you to use when
it's your turn." I connected the harness plugs to the
unit and pushed the "ON/OFF" button.
	"Feel anything yet?" Tim asked.
	"No, I've got to select a mode first, and then turn
up the power." I pushed one button, waited a few
seconds, and turned up the two channel knobs. The
power levels appeared on the LCD display.
	"See, I'm in Waves mode, and at 30 percent power.
This seems to be the threshold for me."
	"What's it feel like?" Tim asked.
	"To me, it feels like several rippling sensations are
going through me, right from the tip of my prick to
the base, and the other channel as well. The waves
keep changing, although the pattern repeats every 20
or 30 seconds."
	"You're not gettin' hard yet," Tim observed. "Want
some help?"
	"It's not necessary, Tim, although if you want to
help I won't mind at all. This device can give me an
HFO, a Hands Free Orgasm." I turned up both power
knobs to 40, producing a more powerful sensation in my
prick and lower region. Tim's warm fingers closed
around my prick.
	"I wanna feel it get hard," he said.
	"Now I'll turn it up to 45 percent on both. Once you
get past the threshold, you should turn it up only a
couple of percent at a time." My prick began to swell,
partly because of the pleasant ripples and partly from
the warmth of Tim's clasping fingers. I turned both
knobs to 47. Hot rippling sensations flooded my prick,
varying in frequencies and timing. Tim stood up
suddenly.
	"Hold it for a minute," he said. "I wanna put on some
Wagner." He went into the living room and when he
returned seconds later the strains of "Tannhauser"
filled the air.
	"Sounds nice," I said as he sat down beside me and
clasped my prick again.
	"You're getting hard," he said as he squeezed my
shaft gently a few times. "Your cock-core's really
filling that skin." I turned the power up to 48 this
time, and my penis began to jerk with the peaks of the
pulses.
	"I think I ought to switch to the mode that gets me
off the quickest," I said, and began pushing buttons
on the power box. "I really want to give you a
demonstration, and it's hard to explain exactly what
the different modes feel like.
 You have to experience them."
	"What are you on now?" he asked.
	"Look at the screen. This mode's called "Toggle," and
it alternates the power between my prick and my
prostate. I'll turn it up a bit and you'll see and
feel how it makes my prick tighten up." I turned the
power to 50 on both channels, and then incrementally
higher.
	"Man, your helmet's making a big bulge in your skin,
Jack. I've never seen it so big." He was right. The
flare of my corona contrasted with the taper of my
glans and the tight pucker of the end of my foreskin
ahead of it. I kept inching the power up until it was
at 65 on both channels.
	"Can you feel how it makes my prick jerk and tighten
up when the light on Channel "A" comes on? The skin's
got autonomous muscle in it, and it's not under my
conscious control. The pulses, though, make the muscle
contract. It feels like someone's squeezing my prick
rhythmically. Also, each time Channel "A" comes on it
makes my cock-root tighten."
	"Will this make you come soon?" Tim asked. "I think
you'll need paper towels to catch your juice." With
his left hand he tore a couple of sheets from the roll
and placed them flat on my stomach. He held my prick a
few degrees above horizontal, the end over the towels.
	"I'm gettin' there," I muttered through clenched
teeth.
	"I can feel you gettin' there, Jack. Your helmet's
really big and hard now through the skin, and I can
feel your cock jerk." My eyes closed involuntarily and
I felt myself slipping away, drawn in by the hot
erotic pulses.
	The tension in my body built up with each
electrically-induced contraction in my prick and
prostate, and I knew that I was going to tumble into
the free-fall of orgasm any second. I took a deep
breath as my prick tightened under the surge of
current, and then my insides exploded.
	"HHHAAAAHHH!" I cried out as the first hot flood
surged up my shaft, searing the delicate tissues and
erupted from the end of my helmet. I felt the torrid
fluid spread inside my hood as my prostate contracted
again, sending another torrent of hot lava up my
prick. I was gasping and moaning, helpless in the
throes of an orgasm made more intense and vivid by the
relentless electric pulses. I felt Tim lie down beside
me, full-length, feeling the hot spasms that wracked
my body.	Several more intense pulses came, and then I
was drained. I quickly forced my eyes open to turn
down the power on both channels.
	"That one blew you away," Tim remarked as I turned my
face to him. "I couldn't feel the current, but I felt
each contraction in your cock."
	"I can still feel the orgasm," I said. "I turned the
power down, but it still feels pleasant." At this
point I pressed the "ON/OFF" button and the pulses
ceased.
	"The come kept pouring out of your hood, Jack. I
caught it all on the paper towels, but we'll have to
skin you back to get it all."
	"Okay, just skin me back enough to get that electrode
out of there, and I'll milk my prick." Tim's strong
fingers drew back my hood as he peeled the conductive
pad from the underside of my glans. I squeezed the
residue from my urethra and caught it on a Kleenex.
Then I unstuck the conductive pad from between my
buttocks.
	"Now let's try to hook you up the same way," I
suggested. "I can't tell if this is the best for you
but we have to start somewhere." I handed him a
conductive pad to stick between his butt cheeks.
	"Take this blue band and fit it around the base of
your prick, as far down as you can get it. You're
already almost hard so that should be easy." Tim
slipped the band down his shaft, tightening at when he
reached the base.
	"Now for a drop of conductive gel," I said as I
poured a drop onto the band at the top side of his
shaft.
	"What about the one for my helmet?" Tim asked. "I
don't have a hood to hold it on."
	"I'll use a condom," I said as I put the electrode on
the underside of his shapely helmet. "I'm using a
regular size condom for a tight fit, and so I can see
your helmet when it swells. See, now that I've got it
in place, and with a drop of lube, I'll unroll this
rubber right down your prick and that's that."  I
connected the wires and turned on the power box.
	"Now I'll turn the mode to Waves, so you can feel the
same sensations I did when I began," I said. "You turn
up the power knobs, though. Just turn them up until
you feel something." Tim eased the "A" channel knob up
first, reaching 31 percent, and then turned the "B"
channel knob to 33. He clasped my prick with his left
hand.
 	"That's givin' me a pleasant tingle all through my
cock and balls," he said.
	"Okay, just relax and get used to the sensations," I
said. "When you're ready, ease the power controls up
slightly. Remember, now that you've hit the threshold
you only need one or two percent change to make a big
difference in what you're feeling."
	"It feels like the frequency's changing all the time,
and the power level changes too," he said.
	"That's why they call it waves," I explained. "That's
what giving you a rippling feeling in your prick."
	"Oh, yeah, that rippling feeling's terrific." I saw
that his prick was firming up.
	"Now that knob just to the left of the power knobs is
the multi-adjust. That controls the tempo. Turn it
clockwise and the waves come faster. The other way
slows them," I coached him. He twisted the knob
slowly, experimenting with the different sensations.
	"This is nice, very nice," he commented. "It all
feels good. I could stay like this for hours."
	"Well, there are more than a dozen modes, and you can
modify them in several ways with the controls. I'm
sure you could edge for hours with this set-up." Tim
continued to twist the knob, exploring the variations
in sensations it produced.
	"This is really nice. I think I could stay hard for
hours without coming."
	"That's right, Tim. Just use enough power to keep
yourself hard, but not enough to come."
	"Can I try another mode?"
	"Yeah, but turn down the power first. Let's get you
on Climb." I pushed the mode button until "Climb"
showed in the display. "Now you turn up the power
slowly." Tim twisted the knobs until they showed 40
percent.
	"Now that's nice. It feels like a glissando." He
smiled at me. "It's a hell of a lot better feeling
than I ever got from my stereo."
	"Yeah, and no nasty shocks, either," I reminded him.
"Try the other knob. See how that changes the
sensations." Tim twisted the adjustment knob and then
bumped the power knobs up one percent.
	"I know I could stay like this all day," he said.
"There are so many sensations..." He trailed off.
	"Take as long as you want. I've got the time, and the
battery's good for several hours." I clasped his left
hand in mine as I sat next to him.
	"Let's try another one," he said.
	"Okay, but turn down the power before you change
modes," I reminded him. "The power unit includes a
Ramp feature that slowly increases the power from zero
when you change modes, but I feel it's better to lower
the power manually."
	I pushed the selector button until the Orgasm mode
displayed, and then Tim adjusted the power level up to
35.
	"This feels like just the frequency's going up, not
the power," he said. "It's going in cycles, going up,
then stopping, and then starting over at the bottom."
	"That's about right, Tim. Try it for a couple of
minutes to see if it does anything for you." Tim
gradually brought the power levels up to 52 on each
channel, and stayed there for several minutes, a
dreamy look on his face.
	"Okay, I've got an idea of this machine's potential,"
he said. "I guess I could stay here all day and edge.
Now I'd like to find out what coming is like. I've
only seen video clips of it on the Internet."
	"Well, you could increase the power, or you could try
another mode. The one that works well for me is
Intense." I brought both power levels to zero and
punched the selector button until Intense appeared on
the display. "Increase the power and tell me what you
feel." Tim turned the Channel "A" knob to 40.
	"That feels like a steady tingling all through my
cock." He then raised Channel "B" to the same value.
	"Now that feels like a pounding in my prostate."
	"That sounds right," I said. "Channel "A" gives you a
steady current and you can see that the LED is steady.
The "B" LED is blinking, which means that it's giving
you pulses from the base of your prick through to your
anus. Now adjust the other knob for the best
frequency." Tim began twisting the left hand knob
experimentally until he said:
	"There. That's it. Lower felt too rough. This is just
right. Very erotic." Tannhauser was still playing in
the background.
	"Now start raising the power on both, and try to
remain relaxed," I coached. "Go nice and slow, and
tell me what you feel." Tim began twisting each knob
incrementally, raising the power levels slowly to 50.
 	"This is really nice. I feel my muscles deep inside
contracting with each pulse, and the feeling in my
cock is really heavenly."
	"Go ahead, give them both more power," I said. Tim
increased the power on both in small steps, until he
reached 60 percent.
	"You told me to relax. That steady current through my
cock makes my muscles contract. I can't relax. I just
keep tightening up." I nodded and said:
	"Okay, you're almost there. Just raise the power on
Channel "A" and see what happens. Go slowly, though."
Tim twisted the knob clockwise until the display read
70 percent, and I saw his entire body begin to
tighten.
	"I can't go any further. I think it'll hurt if I do."
His breathing had increased.
	"You're close, Tim. Your balls have been up against
your body for a few minutes now." I reached to feel
his glans through the thin latex. "Your helmet's very
hard now. I think you're right there. You don't need
any more power. Just lie still and try to relax. Let
the sensations come to you."
	"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," Tim gasped as his breathing
increased. His thighs were moving, spreading and
contracting, and I knew that he was totally caught up
in the sensations. I placed my left hand on the inside
of his thigh because I wanted to feel the muscular
contractions when he'd begin to come. I didn't say
anything because I know that all of his attention was
focused on the powerful tingling in his lower region.
	"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," he breathed, as his face
reddened. His eyes closed, and now he took deeper
breaths as the sensations mounted. Even though the
power level remained the same, the insistent rhythm of
the pulses through his prostate was having a
cumulative effect, while the steady tingling in his
penis was preventing him from relaxing. I felt him
squeeze my prick several times.
	"AAAAHHHH!" he cried. I was still holding on to his
helmet when it pulsed against my fingers and a second
later I saw the rush of fluid bursting through the
long lips of his slit and distending the thin latex.
Tim cried out again and I felt the second throb in his
helmet. I reached over and turned both power knobs
down slightly. Now that his orgasm was in full flight
he didn't need as much to keep it going.
	"AAAAAHHHHH!" he cried out again, his thighs
spreading and stomach muscles rippling, as another hot
discharge poured into the condom. He was helpless in
the embrace of the electric pulses, as I'd been
earlier. I lowered the power settings again, as his
orgasm was obviously blasting through his tortured
body, draining his fluid.
	Tim's cries became fainter, until the end when he was
merely whimpering as his penile throbs had lessened. I
turned the power knobs down again, reaching 30, and
left them here for a minute to let him feel the
pleasant sensations, before shutting off the device.
	Tim was utterly still, his breathing slowing to
normal, and I knew he was sinking into the daze of the
after-shock. His hand relaxed on my prick. His face
and body were sweaty from the efforts of the many
muscular contractions he'd undergone. Finally he
opened his eyes and looked at me.
	"That was powerful," he said. "I never felt anything
like that in my life. Even the stereo-stim I tried
didn't feel that good."
	"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said.
	"It was like my cock was alive in ways I'd never felt
 before. It felt like a foreskin was rolling over my
helmet at one point."
	"That's because the electro works directly on the
nerves, even if the nerve endings are gone. You were
getting sensations that felt like they were coming
from your foreskin, even though you haven't had a
foreskin since a few days after you were born. I think
cut guys get more out of this than naturally intact
guys."
	"It felt like the skin on my cock was tightening
around my shaft, too."
	"The same thing happens to me, Tim. The skin has
autonomous muscle, not under conscious control, but
the pulses make the muscle contract."
	"I guess that's why my cock and balls contract when
they're cold." He released my penis.
	"That's right. They respond to temperature and sexual
excitement, Tim. Your balls contract when they're cold
and when you're sexually aroused." Suddenly Tim seized
me and pulled me down to him, hugging me tightly.
	"Damn! I'm so glad you're here! I'm so glad you
came!" I wrapped my arms around his body and hugged
him back.
	"I'm glad I came too," I whispered in his ear. "It's
better than I'd thought it would be."
	"Too bad this is only a weekend," Tim said.
	"I know. I get the same bittersweet feeling as you. I
wish it could last forever but we both know that it
can't. The odds are against us."
	"The age difference doesn't seem important right now,
Jack."
	"Thanks, but I think we both know in five or ten
years it would be much more important. Sooner or later
I'd be a burden on you, and I wouldn't blame you for
resenting it." I kissed the end of Tim's nose and saw
a couple of tears flowing from the corners of his
eyes.
	"I can't imagine that happening, Jack." He blinked
rapidly as he said this, and I felt myself beginning
to shed tears as well.
	"I really appreciate your loyalty, Tim, but I think
it's inevitable, Tim. I'm 23 years older than you.
When you'll be 50, I'll be 73, if I'm still alive.
When you get to 60 I'll be 83. Maybe you can't think
of what it would be like right now, but imagine how
I'd feel. I'd feel very guilty tying you down when you
could link up with someone better suited for you."
	"You certainly have a lot of feeling, Jack. I hadn't
expected this in just a weekend."
	"Well, there's a bit more to it than that, Tim. Okay,
I'll say it, although you might think I'm premature or
even stupid. I love you, Tim. You know what that
means? It means that, to me, your happiness is more
important than my own. It would really hurt me to know
that you were tied down to me when you could be free."
My tears were flowing copiously as I finished
speaking, my voice cracking. Tim hugged me hard.
	"I didn't know you felt quite that way, Jack. I'm a
little bit surprised, but I really appreciate it." He
kissed me on the forehead.
	"Look, we ought to go out to lunch," I said. "That
would give us a chance to think about it, and talk
about it." Tim released me and we took the electrodes
off him. Then we went into the shower. Under the hot
water, I said:
	"Maybe it'll take time to get used to, but no matter
how strongly we feel for each other, some
relationships just aren't workable in the long run."
	"I know you're right, Jack, but it's hard to accept.
After this weekend, being with you seems so
wonderful..." his voice trailed off.
	"Look, I feel as strongly about you, Tim, but we've
got to be realistic. I wish things were different, but
I can't imagine any practical way to make this a
long-term relationship." Tim had been looking right at
me as I'd spoken, and by the time I'd finished I was
crying again. He hugged me under the hot water,
patting my back.
	"We think alike on so many things," Tim said. "We
sometimes don't even have to talk about it. We were
already agreed on safe sex, even though the subject
never came up."
	"I think we do on this one," I replied. We soaped
each other in silence, and then rinsed and dried
ourselves. We hugged again before getting dressed.
	"Let's go in my truck," Tim said as we came out onto
the street. "I want to take you to a really nice
German restaurant and I know the way. You do like
German food, don't you?"
	"I love it," I reassured him. "I also love that thin
German bread with lots of butter on it."
	"Good. This place has it all. It's not all that far,
either." Half an hour later we were sitting inside a
well-lit restaurant filled with Sunday diners. The
waitress passed out menus and we pored over them.
	"I'll have the sauerbraten," I said when she'd
returned to take our orders. She turned to Tim.
	"Same for me." After she'd left he said:
	"I guess we both like sauerbraten. Our tastes are
alike in many ways."
	"I know. That's why we get along so well," I
answered.
	"We like the same things in sex," he said in a low
voice so as not to be overheard by the couple at the
next table.
	"Music, wine, food," I continued. We sat pensively
until the meal arrived, and then ate with enthusiasm,
too busy eating to speak much. We washed the food down
with steins of beer, and then told the waitress that
we had no room left for dessert. When she brought the
check Tim reached for his wallet but I said:
	"No, let me. After all, I'm enjoying your
hospitality. This is much less than I'd have to pay
for a motel." He shrugged and said:
	"Oh, I thought I'd treat you this time."
	"No need, Tim. I appreciate staying with you a lot.
I'm just trying to pay you back with a good meal." I
left enough to cover the meal and a generous tip, and
we stood up to go.
	"I'm sleepy after that heavy meal," Tim said as we
walked into his apartment.
	"I feel weary myself," I echoed. "Maybe we ought to
take a nap."
	"Yes, we'll feel better afterward," he said. We went
into the bedroom and were naked within seconds, eager
to get into bed. I turned toward him and hugged him to
me, saying:
	"I love to feel you against me." His hand snaked
between us to clasp my penis.
	"I love to feel this." We stayed that way until we
fell asleep. We awoke around six, and I noticed that
we were both hard.
	"Is that from horniness or just having to pee?" I
asked Tim.
	"I don't know about you, but for my part it's both."
	"I'm not surprised, Tim. You told me you often have
several orgasms a day."
	"Yeah, and I need one now. I don't even want to hook
up to the electro box."
	"I understand, Tim. You need relief right now. Let me
get the Albolene and you can hold on to my prick while
I do you." I got a towel from the bathroom and laid it
over his lower body as I sat next to him and began
applying the creamy lubricant to his hot hard penis.
	"I'll start by holding your prick vertically while I
run this finger full of cream around your helmet," I
said. "First I'll go around the front dome, and now
following the corona back to the top. Now down the
other side, stopping to spread it on the broad upper
surface of your helmet, and finally underneath where
the two sides of your rim meet. Now right into the hot
spot, and just pressing that made your prick jump."
Tim drew in his breath sharply as his warm fingers
closed around my prick. I shuddered at his touch.
	"Just being with you made me horny," he said.
	"You're already pretty hot, Tim. I can see your balls
tightening even now. Can you feel my fingertip going
around the neck of your cock, between the rim and the
scar?"
	"Yes, I can, and it feels so good. I'm also stroking
your cock, Jack. Do you know what I think of when I
hold your cock and you're doing mine?"
	"No, but go ahead and tell me," I answered. "I'd
really like to know."
	"I'm fantasizing that it's my cock I'm stroking, my
cock with skin on it, and that's a big turn-on for
me."
	"I'm really glad I can help that way. Since my prick
turns you on so much, help yourself."
	"I knew you wouldn't laugh at me, Jack."
	"No, I never would. I take you and your preferences
very, very seriously."
	"I guess because they're so close to yours, right?"
	"You're right, Tim. We do think alike in so many
ways." I continued to work around behind his rim,
gradually tracing circles around his shaft as we
talked, fueling his fire.
	"I'm glad we do," he continued. I leaned over and
kissed him lightly, feeling his scratchy mustache
against my lips.
	"Now I'll wrap my fingers around your prick and take
long strokes from the base right up to your helmet." I
did as I'd said, and felt his body begin to tense. I
used my other hand to cup his balls.
	"That feels great, Jack. You know just what to do." I
increased my pace and said:
	"Now I'll twist my fist when I reach the rim of your
helmet. I know what that does for you. Your balls are
already very tight."
	"Ooooohhhh!" He moaned as my encircling fingers rode
over the rim of his helmet with a sideways stroke that
inflamed the nerve endings.
	"I can tell this is really reaching you, Tim. Your
legs are spreading a bit and your stomach muscles are
gettin' tighter." I kept caressing his beautiful
prick, feelings its heat in my fingers.
 	"Ooooh," he moaned again, becoming caught up in the
hot sensations flooding his lower region. His fingers
tightened on my prick, slowly stroking it.
	"You're gettin' right along, Tim. I can feel your
helmet gettin' harder, and I can see it gettin' darker
too." What I didn't say was that I was very excited
from his expert fingers stroking my prick, and that I
was in danger of losing my sperm very quickly.
	"I can feel your helmet all swollen through the
skin," Tim gasped between ragged breaths. I increased
my pace on his shaft and helmet, wanting to give him
relief before he made me come.
	"Your eyes just closed," I gasped, becoming caught up
in the same wave of excitement that was propelling him
toward the brink. Tim's face was flushed and his
breathing had become ragged. I knew he wouldn't be
saying anything more for awhile, and probably wouldn't
understand anything I said either.
	I felt his prick throb in my fingers just as his
balls contracted sharply, and watched a thick ribbon
of white cream spurt up from the long slit in his
helmet. At the same moment he cried out in joyful
agony and his fist tightened sharply around my prick.
I felt his fingers flicking my foreskin over my
engorged helmet, sending hot sparks of sensation
stabbing deeply into me, and the orgasm began welling
up deep inside.
	A heavy throb began deep inside my cock-root as my
eyes closed and I let out a loud groan. I kept
stroking Tim's prick as I felt the rush of hot lava
coursing up my tube, and I knew that I hadn't been
able to hold back. My prick throbbed hard as it
discharged, and then I felt Tim's prick throb again.
	I fell over onto him, and our pricks were throbbing
between our stomachs. We were very much together on
this, shooting our jets joyfully as we shared the
magic moment. I'd let go of his prick and his hand had
released mine. We were grinding our pelvises together,
caught up in the spasms, seeking release as we spurted
our creamy jets between us.
	I don't know how many jets we spurted together, nor
the moment we began to sink into the heavy daze that
follows release. I just know that we lay still for a
very long time, enjoying each other's warmth, sharing
the afterglow, and wanting the moment to last forever.
Once more we slipped into sleep, the sleep of
exhaustion and fulfillment.
	We awoke around midnight, and Tim turned on the
bedside lamp.
	"I feel like a shower," he said. "I bet you'd like
one too."
	"You know it. I'm all sticky just like you. We came
all over each other." I followed him into the
bathroom, and soon we were enjoying the flow of hot
water. We soaped each other languidly, taking our
time, talking softly above the rushing sound of the
shower.
	"I'm going to pack when we get out of the shower," I
said. "You have to get up early to go to work, and I
may as well get on the road at the same time as you."
	"I guess you're right, Jack. I won't even have time
to fix us breakfast unless we get up extra early."
	What do you do when you go to work, then?"
	"I usually pick up something light on the way and eat
it in the truck. Maybe I'll get a Denver sandwich and
a container of coffee. How about you, Jack?"
	"Well, usually I'm not hungry right when I get up. It
takes me a couple of hours to work up an appetite. I'm
sure I can find a place along the freeway where I can
eat something. Most rest stops usually have a food
court along with the gas pumps." I was soaping his
groin as I spoke, working out the dried sperm.
	"That's makin' me hard again," he said. I wrapped my
soapy fingers around his shaft and began long strokes
that slammed against his prominent ridge, compressing
the nerve endings and making his prick jerk in
response.
	"You're pretty horny, Tim. It doesn't take much to
get you excited." I maintained my strokes, knowing
that he needed another orgasm for relief. I slipped
around behind him, keeping my left arm tightly around
his waist as I caressed his hot hard penis with my
right hand.
	"I'm gonna come pretty soon," he whispered. "The way
you're doin' me, it's really hot." I felt his shaft
harden even more between my encircling fingers, and
knew that he was nearing the brink.
	"Now go for it!" I murmured in his ear as I brought
my fist up to twist around his hot purple helmet.
	"AAAAHHHH!" he cried out as his prick pulsed between
my fingers, shooting a thick rope of fluid against the
wall of the shower. As I'd expected, his knees buckled
and I had to hold him tightly to keep him from
falling. I caressed his throbbing, spurting helmet
several more times to drain him thoroughly, and then
removed my hand.
	Tim slowly recovered, relaxing in my arms, confident
that I'd keep him from crumpling to the floor of the
shower. The hot water sluiced over us, rinsing away
the streaks of semen he'd shot onto the wall and
floor.
	"Thank you," he whispered as he turned in my arms and
opened his eyes. I kissed him tenderly on the cheek
and he hugged me fervently. We finished showering,
dried each other, and returned to bed for a few more
hours' sleep. As before, we held each other's pricks.
	The alarm awakened me, and I sat up quickly. Tim was
slowly turning over and yawning.
	"Time to get up," he announced. We quickly got
dressed and ready to go. "I'll help you carry your
stuff to your car," he said. Then he turned to me and
held me tightly to him.
	"I'll miss you," he whispered into my ear.
	"I'll miss you just as much," I whispered in reply,
fighting back tears.
	"Call me when you get home tomorrow," he said.
	"I promise I will." I meant it.

The End of the Story.