Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 12:41:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Charlie

Charlie
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

After some truly hot times rooming with Andy and Jim
while attending previous conventions I was surprised
and unhappy to get a phone call from Jim saying that
his company wasn't sending him the next year. My
company was still sending me, and I booked a room for
myself. The first evening, when I went to the
restaurant next door for dinner, I met Charlie. I'd
just sat at my table when the waiter asked me if I'd
mind if he seated another man with me, as they'd
overbooked and were short of space. Facing the
prospect of eating alone, I was happy to have company.
Charlie was about my height, six feet, slim build as I
was, and two years younger than my 28 years. Like me,
he had brown hair and eyes. Unlike me, he had a very
warm smile on his oval face. We quickly became
acquainted, exchanging personal details over dinner.
Charlie had been married for three years and his wife
was expecting a baby the following month. I informed
him that I was divorced and childless. We decided to
continue the conversation in my room, perhaps because
we both felt lonely.
"So you've had time to get used to being a bachelor
again," he said.
"I've had almost two years to get used to the idea.
It's not too bad, once you get used to it." That was
true. I'd become accustomed to my own company.
"Well, you might say I've become a bachelor again,
since my wife and I haven't had sex for three months
now. The doctor thinks sex is a bad idea during the
latter part of pregnancy."
"Well, then, you probably do what I do, get relief
from your hand," I said. "That can be fun too."
"Oh, I've been doing that a lot," he said. "I think
it's fun. I can do it almost anytime I want, since I
don't have to worry about how another person feels. In
fact, I'd been thinking about jacking off after I get
back to my room tonight."
"I was going to do exactly the same thing," I replied.
I didn't want him to leave yet, so I asked him a
question off the topic:
"You know if it's going to be a boy or girl?" At that
time, the mid-1960s, ultrasound was not well known,
and most parents had to guess.
"I really don't know, Jack. One thing that bothers me
is that my wife said if it's a boy she wants to have
him circumcised. I really don't want to put him
through that, especially since I'm not circumcised."
"Neither am I. I like it just the way I am. Being
natural is very nice."
"Especially for jacking off, right?"
"Especially for that. Now that I'm single again, it's
really important. Anyway, how did you escape being
cut? About half the kids got it when I was born."
"My mother told me I was born with a short foreskin
instead of the long nippled kind most kids are born
with. The doctor told her that since it covered only
half the head and already slid back easily it wasn't
worth putting me through the pain."
"Yeah, I know. They don't give babies anesthesia for
that, just let them cry their lungs out. I'm glad they
didn't do that to me. My father wasn't cut, and my
mother knew that it wasn't necessary to get clipped to
keep it clean."
"The front half of the head always sticks out on mine.
I've been worried that I've lost some sensitivity
because my rim is much more sensitive than the front
part. I've been keeping it taped shut to keep the
whole head protected."
"Well, without the foreskin to keep it moist, it can
dry out and lose sensitivity," I said.
"That's another reason I don't want my kid clipped if
it's a boy. The doctor's really been working on my
wife, though. He told her that a tight foreskin keeps
the head from growing fully, and that removing it
early lets the head grow out."
"I don't believe that at all. I've always had a long
tight foreskin, and mine has a big head on it."
"Mine has a big head too, but I thought that was
because there's not much foreskin to keep it squeezed
down."
"I can show you if you want. You can see for
yourself," I suggested. I saw a sparkle in his eyes as
I spoke.
"I'd like to see it, if you don't mind. I hope it's
okay," he added tentatively.
"That's not a problem. We're grown men. I've got
nothing to hide." I stood and began removing my
clothes.
"I'll show you what I've got too. You'll see how I
keep  it taped. Anyway, I've got to remove the tape
now because I have to pee." We doffed our clothes, and
when we were standing butt-naked we looked carefully
at each other's crotches.
Charlie's penis hung down ahead of his patch of brown
pubic hair, with a big bulge at the end of the sheath
of skin, which was held together with a small piece of
white surgical tape. It seemed shorter than mine,
which hung freely. As I watched, he removed the tape
and the skin slid back to uncover the bulbous front
half of the big head.
"You've got a long foreskin," he remarked. "It covers
the head and has a long nipple at the end."
"It's always been long," I replied. "That's the only
difference between my penis and yours. I think they're
both about the same length from the base to the head."
"Mine's about three and a half inches soft, about like
yours. That extra skin adds maybe an inch on yours."
"Mine's a little over six inches hard."
"Mine's exactly six. The big head's what my wife
likes. She loves it when I slide it into her."
"Mine did too. I'd often make her come just by working
the head in and out of the opening. She said it
stretched her and felt really good. A couple of women
I knew before I met her said the same thing."
"That happened to me too. I had only one serious
girlfriend before I met my wife, and she loved it when
I slid the head slowly into her. She told me to pull
out and work it in again. She came just with the head
working in and out of her."
"I think the size of the head's genetic. My father's
cock had a big bulge in it at the end, so I guess his
had a big head too."
"Let me go pee," he said, moving towards the bathroom.
"Do you skin back to pee? I don't have to."
"Sure I skin back. I've got to go too. Let me show
you." I squeezed into the bathroom with him and stood
at the sink. With two fingers, I pulled my foreskin
back to uncover the front dome of the head and let my
stream flow into the sink.
"I often pee into the sink too, when I'm home alone,"
he said. "It's easier and less messy than doing it in
the toilet. If my wife's home, I'll sit down to pee,
because standing it makes it splash, no matter how
careful I am." Charlie came to stand beside me, and I
felt the warmth of his thigh pressing against mine as
he pointed his penis into the sink and began his
stream.
"Our streams are about the same size, Charlie. Some
guys have tight pee-holes, and their streams are
thinner. Andy was like that." We released our fluids
until we were drained, and milked the last drops from
our cocks as I ran the water to flush the residue. We
returned to the bedroom and sat side by side on the
edge of the bed.
"I guess your tight foreskin doesn't give you any
trouble, because you can skin back. Does it go back as
easily when you're hard?"
"The best way is to try it yourself. Just grab my
penis and see how it skins back." Charlie tentatively
grasped my cock with two fingers on either side of the
head and began pulling back to bare the front dome of
my glans.
"Your tip's purple like mine," he observed as more
came into view under his gentle traction. I think our
tips are about the same size."
"I think they're also about the same shape. They're
bigger than the shafts, and both are round at the end.
I can see your rim flares, even through the skin." His
fingers on my cock were arousing me, and my prick
began swelling.
"Your foreskin's not only longer than mine; it's
thicker. Go ahead, feel mine. It skins back very
easily." At his invitation, I grasped his thin
foreskin, already half back, and gently nudged it all
the way to uncover his corona. My touch provoked a
response in his prick as well, and I felt it swelling
between my fingers.
"You've got a very nice dick," he said, his eyes
glittering. "Your slit opens up just like mine when
you're hard." I was fully erect now, and the lips of
my meatus had pouted to form a teardrop shape. His was
almost erect, and I saw the lips of his slit parting,
swelling with the pressure of blood.
"Your foreskin stays back all the way when you're
hard. Pull mine forward. You'll see it covers the head
completely when I'm hard." He pulled on my foreskin,
bringing it up to engulf the swollen glans as my prick
came to full erection.
"That is nice!" he exclaimed. "You can get longer
strokes when you jack it. I can only pull mine
half-way up the head."
"With the sensitive rim, you can get a lot of thrills
snapping that skin over its edge."
"I do. That's how I do it, and it always feels really
nice. I hope you don't mind, but it feels especially
nice when you're touching it." He looked into my eyes
as he spoke, a shy smile on his lips.
"I don't mind at all. Your fingers feel very nice on
my prick. You got me very hard just sliding my
foreskin." Now that we were both erect, I saw that we
both had straight shafts. A big vein bulged on the
right side of each penis. Now he began retracting my
foreskin slowly.
"Tell me if this hurts now that you're hard," he said
softly. His warm fingers insistently exerted more
traction, revealing half the head, and then pulled
harder to make my foreskin slide back to clamp the rim
of my helmet.
"It doesn't hurt at all, Charlie. It feels very nice.
Skinning it back stretches my foreskin wide, and makes
the nerve endings in it tingle." To emphasize my point
I began jiggling his foreskin up and down to bump his
rim. His fingers tightened slightly on my foreskin and
pulled it the last increment to bare my corona.
"That's really nice. You're stretching my skin as well
as hitting the rim. Your rim has that flare at the
top, just like mine." I saw that a drop of clear fluid
had appeared to fill his teardrop shaped orifice.
"We're alike in other ways, too," I continued. "Some
guys have what they call `low hangers.' Both our ball
sacs are tight." I continued to stroke his foreskin,
compressing his corona with each upward movement.
"My skin lays flat behind the head except when I pull
on it. Yours makes a thick roll," he said as I lifted
his prick to inspect the underside. "That makes your
dick thicker right behind the head. That must have
felt good for your wife."
"She said it did. She really liked the way it forms a
thick roll of skin behind my rim. I'd push it into her
with the foreskin fully forward, and it would skin
back and lock behind the rim as I pushed it in."
"Well, you see mine doesn't. It looks cut when I'm
hard," Charlie said.
"We both have thin gee-strings," I said, explaining
what I'd seen. Some guys have very thick ones, and
when you pull back their gee-strings pull the head
down."
"I've seen that," he said. "I've done this with other
guys at times." His confession didn't surprise me,
instead pleasing me that we were both ready to enjoy
each other's bodies.
"I enjoy getting off with other guys. Someone else's
hand feels better than my own."
"I've had several jack-offs with other guys since my
wife got pregnant." He began a slow and steady
stroking of my foreskin, taking long strokes to cover
and bare the head. "A guy's hand feels better even
than my wife's."
"A guy knows exactly what to do to make a prick feel
good," I agreed.
"You've got a really nice tip on yours. That tight
foreskin hasn't kept it from growing out. I was able
to see its shape even through your thick skin. I think
that doctor was wrong."
"Of course he was. I'm not the only one with a big tip
and long tight foreskin. I've seen others that way
too."
"Your tip looks really sexy," he said. "I like both
the color and the shape."
"That's what they call a `helmet' shape. We've both
got that." His fingers were moving faster now, and I
sensed that he was eager to bring my prick to orgasm.
"Yours doesn't get as wet as mine," he said. "Mine
always leaks a lot. That helps because it feels better
wet."
"I know. Sometimes I put a couple of drops of oil to
lube my
foreskin." Astroglide was not on the market during the
1960s. "Last year at this convention a guy I jacked
with gave me some of his lube."
"I can give you some of mine if we go tip to tip," he
suggested. We stood up to face each other and he
thrust his hips forward slightly until the bulbous
nose of his wet and slippery glans touched mine.
"Your tip feels hot," I commented as the rounded end
of his helmet slid against mine. Once he'd coated the
end of my head with his fluid, we moved apart slightly
and a thin transparent string of viscous cock-juice
linked the ends of our helmets.
"I think an uncut cock smells natural," he said. "Cut
guys don't have that smell. Some women think it smells
dirty."
"My wife used to love it," I said. "Her brothers
weren't cut, so she grew up thinking the uncut cock is
natural. Many women have never even seen an uncut
model."
"One woman I knew before I met my wife thought my cock
was dirty because it wasn't cut. That didn't last
long."
"That happened to a guy I knew once. His fiancé was a
nurse, and she'd been brainwashed by the doctors into
thinking a natural cock was dirty. She told him she
wouldn't marry him unless he got clipped."
"What happened?" he asked.
"He went along with her, and a couple of months after
the surgery they broke up. He was left with the scar.
That really ruined his day," I replied. "I'd never get
cut just because some woman wanted me that way."
"I wouldn't either," he said. "I'm just worried about
my kid if it's a boy."
"Tell her what you know, that a long tight skin isn't
a birth defect, and that when the kid grows up it'll
pull back easily, the way mine does." We'd sat down
again, our hands still on each other's pricks, and we
slowly stroked them as we spoke. We skinned each other
back simultaneously, and Charlie spoke again:
"I hope my kid's norn with a short skin like mine.
Then maybe I can talk the doctor out of cutting him."
"I hope so too, for his sake." Charlie then said:
"You've got the same little bumps on your rim as I
do."
"Yeah, those are the nerve endings. They form little
buds on our ridges. That's what makes them so
sensitive. I can come just by bumping my foreskin
against my rim."
"Me too," he said. He was holding my foreskin tightly
back as he spoke.
"I use long strokes to get almost to the end, and then
skin back hard. That stretches the nerve endings in my
skin, and then I just bump the ring of skin against
the back of the ridge. That way, I can control it
better, so that I stay right at the edge for a minute
or so."
"I like that feeling, being right at the edge. That
feels so good, and then when I come, it's really hot."
I was holding his foreskin back clear of his rim as he
was speaking. Now I began slipping it forward just
enough to touch the flaring purple rim, confident that
I was sending messages of joy into the little buds of
sensation that studded it.
"Pull back a bit harder," he instructed me. "I like
the way you stretch my skin when you pull back." I
pulled back harder and a look of bliss came over his
face. I bumped his thick rim faster now, stretching
the skin on the back-stroke, and Charlie let go of my
prick and lay down on the bed, legs spread. I grasped
his tight scrotum with my other hand and tugged on the
thick wrinkled skin.
"You like that?" I asked, knowing what the answer
would be.
"Oh, I love it," he replied. "You keep that up and
you'll have my load in a few seconds."
"I'd like to make it last, but you look like you
really need to come badly. Your tip's turned darker
purple." I increased my speed and saw his body tense
as his excitement mounted.
"I do, I do!" he said as he closed his eyes. Now I was
snapping the tight skin back and forth rapidly,
bumping the sensitive nerve endings of his upturned
rim and pulling back to stretch the nerve endings in
his foreskin, watching as he came closer to the moment
of no return. His need must have been urgent, for
suddenly he cried out and I felt his cock pulse in my
fingers as a thick white rope of liquid shot from his
distended meatus to land on his stomach.
His stomach muscles rippled and his legs were
trembling as another hard jet erupted from the
teardrop shaped orifice. Charlie moaned loudly with
each spasm, and I kept up the steady drumbeat of
sensations against his corona to make him drain his
tanks completely. His prick pulsed in my fingers again
as another hot jet gushed from his swollen tip, this
time running down onto my fingers.
The next stream was less creamy, and gushed out with
less force. I knew he was near the end, and that any
instant his engorged helmet would become
super-sensitive, so I stopped bumping his rim, instead
holding his foreskin back hard to maintain the tension
on its nerve endings. His glans gushed another stream,
and then began oozing a thin liquid, the last of his
ejaculation.
I gently laid his prick down on his stomach and
watched as the tension drained from his body. His eyes
were still closed, and his breathing slowed as he sank
into the languor that inevitably follows a hot orgasm.
It took a couple of minutes for him to overcome the
mind-numbing daze that had overwhelmed him, but he
finally opened his eyes to look up at me.
"How was it?" I asked.
"Oh, Jack, that felt great. I was trying to relax, but
I was so turned on that I couldn't hold back and I
just came."
"I like to make it last too, and I try to keep all my
muscles relaxed. That way, I enjoy it more."
"Oh, I know just what you mean," he said. "I come
harder when it takes a long time, but this time the
pressure was so much that I just let go."
"What did it feel like, those last few seconds?" I
asked, wondering if his sensations were the same as
mine.
"Well, I was trying to stay relaxed, but your fingers
sliding my skin up against the rim and then pulling it
back hard gave me a feeling like I had to pee. Then I
got a tingle in the rim and the feeling grew more
intense. I thought I'd be urinating all over the
place, and I felt the head swell even more and the
tingle spread all over the head. My eyes were closed,
and I saw a red flash in front of my eyes, and that's
when my dick exploded."
""That's how it feels for me," I said. "What was it
like when you were coming?" I continued probing.
	"I was so hot that that first come felt like it was
burning inside my dick. It just poured out of me, and
I was paralyzed except for my dick pumping out the
juice."
	"Did your tip get very sensitive after a few shots?"
	"Oh, it really did. It always does after I shoot a
few times. You were realy good about that, stopping
stroking my dick when you did. It wouldn't have felt
so good if you'd kept pumping me after the head became
sensitive."
	"I could feel it, that moment when your tip became
too sensitive. The same thing happens with my penis,
and I have to stop stroking then."
	"Even after you stopped stroking me, it kept coming
out. It still felt very hot, but it wasn't pumping
hard the way it did for the first few shots. It was
just a delicious flowing feeling, and it really
relaxed me. I guess I was just dribbling the last few
seconds."
	"You were dribbling, Charlie. I just held your skin
back and watched the juice dribbling out of your
helmet. It wasn't as white and milky during the last
few seconds. The last couple of drops were clear. Look
at your penis now." I ran my fingers along the
underside of his softening prick, compressing the
urethral tube and milking the last drops towards the
tip. Charlie raised his head to watch.
	"It's just clear juice, like my pre-come," he said.
	"It is. You drained all your sperm and now you're
just producing clear mucus." I slipped a finger under
his scrotum and massaged the perineal part of his
urethra to bring the residue forward, and then I
grasped his now limp shaft and squeezed as I worked my
fingers forward. His foreskin was still fully back
from the still swollen helmet, and we watched the
viscous liquid ooze from the orifice. I grabbed some
tissues from the box on the bedside stand and gently
dabbed at the front of his glans to catch the drips.
Then I wiped the pools of cream from his stomach.
	"I like the way you did that, Jack. You didn't scrape
the front of my helmet with the tissues. It's still
very sensitive."
	"I know the feeling, Charlie. My prick's a lot like
yours."
	"Almost, Jack. You've got a lot more skin than I do,
though. Look at how the head's all covered, even
though you're rock-hard." He was right. Although I'd
pulled my foreskin forward to protect the head when
I'd begun working on him in earnest, and hadn't
touched my penis since, my erection hadn't sagged at
all.
	"My prick's hard because watching and feeling you
coming in my hand was an intense turn-on," I
confessed. "That really kept me hard, and if you'd
been stroking me I would have come just like you."
	"Now I think your dick needs some relief," he said as
he sat up to face me. "You lie down now, and I'll make
you come." I lay on my back, spread my legs to give
him full access to my scrotum, and waited for the
waves of pleasure I was sure he'd provide. My prick
lay flat on my stomach, the foreskin-covered head
bulging urgently through its fleshy glove.
	"Think you can hold off for awhile, or are you
already on the edge?" he asked as he picked up my
prick with two fingers on each side of the glans. He
gently pulled the foreskin back to bare the bulbous
front end, and then pushed it forward again to engulf
the glans.
	"I'm going to try and relax," I replied. His fingers
continued their insistent manipulation of my foreskin
over the swollen helmet, slowly increasing my
excitement.
	"I'm going to do you nice and easy, then. I want it
to be really good and hot for you," he said. "Now I
want you to tell me how it feels for you, and tell me
what you want me to do."
	"Just keep stroking me nice and slow," I said. "I'm
in no rush."
	"Your dick feels a lot different from mine," he said
as he continued to slide my hood halfway off the head
and then return it to its full forward position. The
soft friction was very pleasant, without the feeling
of burning urgency that had overwhelmed him. "There's
a lot more skin to work with, and it's so thick," he
continued. "I'm pulling back, while you had to pull
mine forward."
	"I like the way you're doing it, nice and easy. I'm
totally relaxed, and I can feel the sensations
building up slowly."
	"Just tell me when you want me to skin it back," he
said. "Right now I'm just going to slide your skin. I
can feel it sliding so smoothly."
	"That's because you gave me some of your juice," I
said. "That extra lube makes it feel very smooth. I
don't need any oil and the natural lube feels better."
	"I knew it would be good for you. My lube is smooth
and slippery." Charlie continued to slide my foreskin
slowly up and down the head as he spoke, sending
gentle thrills down my shaft.
	"That feels so good. I can feel myself getting
hotter, but I know I can last another minute or two."
	"I can see you're getting excited," he commented as
he continued to work my foreskin, now in slightly
longer strokes that brought the rippled edge of my
foreskin back almost to the flaring rim. "The head
feels harder through the skin, and your tip's getting
darker purple."
	"That's it," I said. "I can feel it building up
slowly, very slowly. You've got the magic touch."
	"Your tip's very hard now, like a rock. It's really
shiny." His fingers kept up their steady motion,
adding to my excitement without sending me headlong
towards the brink.
	"Okay, now start stripping it back, all the way. I
think I'm ready for the final stage."  His warm
fingers pulled back harder with each stroke,
stretching the opening of my foreskin against the
upturned rim of my cock-head, each stroke longer as
I'd directed.
	"You've really got a lot of skin to pull back," he
said as he worked the thick fleshy hood back until it
rode over the rim and snapped down into the deep
groove behind the flaring corona.
	"That's nice, really nice."
	"The head's so swollen," he said. "Now I've got it
all the way back. Want me to pull back harder?"
	"Yeah, do it," I replied, and I felt his fingers
tighten on my shaft behind the head, dragging the
foreskin away from the high flaring rim.
	"You've got so much skin I have to pull hard. Is that
comfortable for you?"
	"Oh, yeah, it's really nice. I can feel a tickle
right in my rim when you bring the skin up to touch
it." Charlie continued to draw back my foreskin,
stretching its nerve endings, and then bringing it up
to bump lightly against my engorged corona."
	"I'm hitting those little bumps on your rim now. That
must be really nice for you."
	"You're right," I whispered, the excitement filling
my body as he caressed and stretched my nerve endings,
each stroke sending a pleasant thrill down my shaft.
My glans began to ache for relief as the pressure
built up inside me.
	"How does it feel now?" he asked.
	"I'm getting that urge to pee," I replied softly as I
felt the muscles deep inside me begin to tighten.
	"Getting a tickle in your rim yet?" he asked as his
fingers continued insistently to work me up towards
orgasm.
	"Yeah, my rim's tickly, and it's spreading," I
answered in a barely audible whisper. "When it gets
tingly, I'll be right there. Go slowly then."
	"I know what you mean. I'll keep you right on the
edge as long as I can." His fingers slowed, but
despite the gentle stroking my legs began to tremble.
	"You're getting it in the legs," he said. "I know
you're close, so I'll slow down even more."
	"Yeah, just right," I whispered as my eyes closed. I
felt myself withdrawing from the outside world,
retreating into myself as my attention became fully
focused on the delicious sensations Charlie was
pouring into my hot hard prick. I felt a tickle deep
inside me as a drop of lubricating fluid began its
slow crawl up my urethra towards the end.
	"You're juicing now," he commented as his fingers
continued to stimulate my rock-hard erection, drawing
back the thick roll of flesh and then bringing it up
to brush my corona. I said nothing, my mind totally
absorbed with the hot sensations in my prick.
	"You're right there," he said. "You can't talk
anymore. Just relax and let me do it to you. Let it
happen." His delicate fingers slowed their motions
even more, but a tingle had begun in my corona. My
stomach muscles tightened and rippled, and I knew the
moment was only seconds away.
	"You're juicing more now. Any second..." I heard his
soft voice in the distance as I desperately tried to
remain relaxed to stretch the moment of glorious
anticipation as long as I could. I felt him tug on my
tight scrotum, sending more sensations into my groin.
My entire helmet was filled with the hot tingle of
impending orgasm, and then something snapped. A hot
red flash passed in front of my tightly shut eyes and
a sharp contraction gripped the root of my cock.
	"HUNH!" I grunted as the first burning hot jet poured
into my tube. The acute sensations of anticipation had
given way to the heavy pounding of my orgasm, and I
was in another world now, totally oblivious to
anything outside my own bady.
	The heavy rush of hot lava burned its way up my
shaft, rounding the bend upward into my glans, and I
felt myself erupting wildly. I writhed on the bed as
another tight contraction gripped my cock-root,
sending a second burning jet streaming up my tube and
out the distended orifice of my glans. A third hard
spasm jolted my cock-root, and I felt Charlie's
fingers wrap tightly around my shaft to stroke the
fleshy hood in long strokes that completely covered
the head.
	My inner world was exploding in a silent blast that
devastated my nervous system. The mind-numbing frenzy
of my orgasm wracked my body, and another hot blast of
cream poured from my throbbing helmet. I felt my
cock-root convulse again, sending another thick stream
pouring from my distended orifice as I cried out
helplessly.
	Now I felt Charlie's tight encircling fingers pull
back hard on my foreskin, and the fleshy collar was
drawn tightly back from my helmet as yet another gush
poured from my slit. Another hard contraction wrenched
my cock-root, and the following one was weaker. My
urethra was still filled with fluid, but the pressure
was less, and subsequent spasms became weaker, until
my orgasm tapered off into slow dribbles. I felt
Charlie release my prick and lay it gently on my
stomach to deflate in its own time.
	I lay still, totally dazed, enjoying the creeping
relaxation that began to fill my body. My breathing
slowed, and after a timeless period I opened my eyes.
	"You're back with us," he said as he looked down at
me with a warm smile. "You were really creaming there.
You were yelling so loud like you were being
tortured."
	"You can torture me like that any time," I replied,
smiling up at him.
	"That was really beautiful, feeling your cock
throbbing in my fingers. If I hadn't just come, I
would have lost it right there."
	"You really made me come hard," I said
appreciatively. "You did it just right."
	"I could almost feel it when your tip became too
sensitive. That's why I stopped stroking and just
pulled back on your skin." Charlie picked up my
softening penis and pushed the protective hood over
the shrinking helmet.
	"There, now it's covered again," he continued. He
grabbed some Kleenexes and began wiping the pools of
cream where they'd fallen on my stomach. His other
hand worked behind my scrotum, pressing forward on my
urethra to force the residue up my shaft. He milked my
prick while I lay contentedly, enjoying the gentle
attention my prick was getting. He dabbed at the tight
end of my foreskin as he milked the glans inside,
soaking up the dribbles that emerged.
	"I really enjoyed that," he said. "I loved giving you
the same hot thrills you gave me, feeling your prick
throbbing in my hand. I knew just what you were
feeling, because I'd felt it when you did me just a
few minutes ago."
	"I loved doing you, too," I replied. Charlie now lay
next to me, and we turned to face each other. His arms
snaked around my body, hugging me tightly.
	"Only two guys can do something like this," I said.
We know what feels good for each other, we know how to
stroke each other's cocks..." I trailed off, knowing he
felt the same way. Now the darkness of sleep descended
over us, and we sank into oblivion.