Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 09:10:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Carl and his Twins, Incest, 1/1

Carl and his Twins
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

       I'd met Carl when I was in my late 40s, and we
struck up an almost instant friendship because we were
both divorced and both Bi. A couple of days after we'd
met, we were in his apartment getting more closely
acquainted. We were both a bit over six feet, 180 lb.,
but Carl was blond, with blue eyes and I was brown
over brown. We got undressed to see how similar or
different we were in others ways as well.
      As Carl slipped his boxers down, I saw that his
prick arced forward and down over low-hangers, and I
lowered my boxers to show my prick and tight scrotum.
The most interesting feature was his long tapering
penis, ending in a long nippled foreskin. His limp
prick was larger than mine, but I found out later that
it didn't grow much, and that erect he had about six
inches, just as I did. Carl stepped over to tweak my
foreskin's long nipple and said:
      "I like guys with foreskins. Cut guys don't know
what to do with a foreskin, and they push it right
back to get it out of the way." I rolled his long
nipple between thumb and forefinger, feeling the head
slide around inside its fleshy sleeve. His prick began
to swell between my fingers.
      "I wonder if your ex-wife appreciates what she's
missing?" I said. Carl's six-incher was still totally
covered with smooth skin, but I could feel the head
through the thickness of the fleshy sleeve.
      "Don't know, don't care," was his reply as he
began sliding my foreskin back slowly over my hard,
swollen glans. "All I care about is how this feels for
you." It was obvious that Carl had an idea of how it
felt to have the foreskin's nerve endings stimulated
by slow stretching over the swollen contours of a hard
glans. I twisted his foreskin's thick pucker between
two fingers, feeling it rotate over the head inside.
      "We both know what to do with an intact prick,"
was my comment as I began baring his slit. As the
front of his reddish glans came into view, I studied
the long vertical slit that parted it. It was a lot
longer than mine, and the lips bracketed a drop of
clear lubricant. I skinned his foreskin back in
stages, slowly stretching its nerve endings and baring
the prize underneath. I was careful not to touch the
head directly with my fingers, as I was sure his tip
was extremely sensitive. His fingers worked on mine,
slowly stretching it back over my big purple helmet.
      "It's nice to compare our equipment," he said as
his warm fingers eased my foreskin back all the way,
bumping over the flaring rim to lock behind it in a
thick fleshy collar. I now had stretched his hood all
the way back, but the moment I released it, it snapped
forward to cover his tip completely.
      "Yes, we're similar, but different in certain
ways," I said as I slipped his foreskin back again,
releasing it to watch it snap forward over the slender
arrowhead tip.
      "Mine doesn't stay back the way yours does. I
don't have that high ridge you do. Is your head
super-sensitive?" His fingertip caressed the outline
of my naked and swollen rim, tracing it down one side
until he reached the triangular groove under the head,
stimulating the bared nerve endings. I pulled his hood
back again and lifted his prick to study the
underside.
      "Yours has a thick and tight gee-string," I
commented. "That's what keeps pulling the skin
forward. Mine's kinda loose, and the skin always locks
behind the rim. My prick-head's not as sensitive as
yours. I love the way your finger feels when you touch
it." I saw that the groove under his cock-head was
filled with a thick fleshy strand that kept his
foreskin forward unless I held it back. Drops of
clear, slippery goo oozed from his long slit, running
down to wet my fingers. Carl pulled back slightly to
sit on the bed and I followed him down.
      "Mine really drips," he said. "That keeps my
foreskin well-lubed when I jack my prick." His red tip
glistened wetly, and I let the hood slip forward out
of my fingers to cover it.
      "You keep the skin forward while jacking? I
asked. I suspected he did, because his tip looked so
red and tender, and more sensitive than mine.
     "Yeah, I do. The head's very sensitive, and it's
uncomfortable to touch it directly. I just slide the
skin, and usually hold it all the way forward when I
come. Sometimes, I pinch the end to trap the cream.
That feels really good, shooting into my foreskin and
running around the head." Carl was now stroking my
foreskin rhythmically over my big swollen glans,
stretching it back over the rim, then pushing it
forward to glide down the tapered tip to the end.
      "Keep doing it that way," I said. "I like those
long slow strokes." My fingers were wrapped around
Carl's prick, moving the foreskin without uncovering
the head, they way he liked. Carl uncapped my big
fireman's helmet with every stroke, his eyes fixed on
my straining prick.
      "I like to see the way your head appears every
time I skin you back. Want me to keep it skinned back
while you shoot?"
      "Yeah, you can do that," I replied. "That way
you can watch every jet. Anyway, my tip's not
super-sensitive like yours." Carl's fingers picked up
their pace, and the hot friction created an ache in my
glans, a sure sign that I was ready for an orgasm.
Meanwhile, Carl's prick was throbbing between my
fingers, and I noted the tension in his face.
      "I think I'm ready," he said, handing me a
towel. "This is to catch the sperm." I held the towel
under the end of his prick as I felt the first throbs
of orgasm between my fingers. Carl moaned, then howled
as the orgasm hit him with full force. His prick
pulsed in my hand and I saw a dribble of thick white
cream emerge from the puckered end of his foreskin.
Subsequent jets filled his foreskin, the puckered end
keeping them from shooting. His fist had clamped down
on my prick, and I was almost there myself, but I
concentrated on relaxing until he'd finished his
orgasm. A thick puddle of sperm was on the towel, and
I saw him begin to relax. I milked his prick to force
out the last drops, and folded the towel. Now I dabbed
his pucker to wipe away the residue, carefully
avoiding the sensitive red tip inside, and lay back on
the bed.
      "Thanks, that was great," he said. "You really
knew how to make my prick feel good. Now it's your
turn. I can see that you're ready." His fingers
stroked my foreskin, snapping it over the ridge, then
all the way forward, then back again to stretch over
my coronal swelling.
      "Yeah^Å. That feels good," I said through
clenched teeth. The tension was building in my body as
his magic fingers caressed my prick. Carl spread a
towel over my stomach and chest.
      "I can see your tip's turning darker purple, and
it feels harder and bigger too. Any second now, and
you'll be blasting off." His fingers pulled my
foreskin forward again, then snapped it back
forcefully, and the tickling feeling in my glans
became a hot tingle as he ran a fingertip around my
exposed corona. My cock-root went into spasm, and I
felt the first hot jet burning its way up my urethra.
My eyes closed as I moaned helplessly, enraptured by
mindless sensations.
      "Man, you're prick's really shooting," I heard
him say in the distance as his fingertip continued to
twirl around my rim. Another hot spasm wracked me, and
I felt the jet coursing its way up my throbbing prick.
Time stopped, and I dissolved as the rapturous
sensations filled me and floated me away. Finally, it
was over, and I came back to full consciousness.
      "Thanks, Carl, that was great." I relaxed,
breathless in the after-shock of orgasm.
I was watching your prick all the time," he said.
"Man, I really enjoyed watching those jets shoot out
of your tip. I never see mine shoot, but seeing and
feeling yours was almost like coming a second time for
me." He lay down beside me, his fingers milking the
last of my cream out of my prick while he dabbed my
still swollen tip very carefully with the rough towel.
When he'd drained me, he slipped my foreskin forward
to keep the head protected, and we dozed for awhile.
      "My sons will be coming soon," I heard him say
as I came awake. I sat up. "They're 22, and identical
twins," he added.
      "Maybe we'd better get dressed, then."
      "No, no need. I know they'll enjoy seeing us
buck naked." I looked at him questioningly.
      "My boys are Bi too," he said. "I had no idea
they'd turn out that way. At first, my wife and I were
tickled pink that we had identical twins, and they
really were identical in every way." He continued to
explain that two days after their twin boys had been
born, he and his wife examined them from the tops of
their heads to the tips of their toes and couldn't
find a single difference. Even their tiny penises were
identical, miniature replicas of Carl's, with abundant
foreskins.
      "How did you tell them apart, then?" Carl's face
saddened as he told me what had happened next. His
wife's obstetrician was in a group practice, and the
members often shared duties. Dr. Parker came in on the
morning of the third day and informed Carl's wife that
the boys would have to be circumcised because they had
too much foreskin. His wife didn't know what to say,
as she and Carl had not discussed this, and she
consented to the surgery without Carl's presence.
      An hour later, Dr. Parker circumcised Baby Tim
and asked his partner to do Baby Tom. They used
different techniques, giving different results. Johnny
healed first, and penis left with a thin round scar
ring. Jimmy took almost two weeks to heal, leaving him
with a scar very different from his brother's. This
provided a definite and unmistakable way of telling
them apart. Carl was horrified to see their bloody
penises after the surgery, and angry that he hadn't
been consulted about it. He felt strongly that his
boys should have been left like him.
      As Carl was finishing his account, I heard the
front door open, and moments later two handsome blond
young men came into the bedroom, their eyes lighting
up at the sight of us naked. They began stripping down
immediately as Carl explained to me that they had a
key to his apartment. They looked like younger
versions of Carl, same heights, builds, and coloring,
but I saw the difference in their cocks. I didn't have
to be introduced to know which was Tim and which was
Tom. Tom had a thick jagged scar behind his slim
arrowhead glans, while Tim's was a neat circle. I was
glad that Carl had escaped their fate when he'd been
born, because I loved the sleek, tapered look of his
penis, its clean lines uninterrupted by a scar ring
      Tim and Tom climbed onto the big queen-size bed
with us, and Tim immediately cupped Carl's loose
scrotum while Tom's fingers began twisting his
father's foreskin. Carl's soft prick began engorging
immediately, and I saw his balls begin to tighten
against his body. Tom's finger slipped inside Carl's
tight foreskin nipple, making him wince slightly.
     "Hey, Tom, you know I'm really sensitive in
there. Just slide the skin." Tom pulled Carl's hood
forward, and began working it up and down the slender
head in short light strokes. Carl began pinching Tom's
tip between thumb and forefinger, and I knew these
squeezes would produce responsive throbs in Tom's
cock-root. Carl turned to me.
      "Hey Jack, join in the fun. Why don't you do the
same thing to Tim's prick? He'll really enjoy that." I
reached over to grasp Tim's slender arrowhead and
began pinching it gently, the way Carl was doing to
Tom. Tim's prick responded immediately, and I felt it
engorge as I saw his low hangers begin to draw up
against his body.
      Tim used his other hand to cup my balls, sending
a shiver of delight into my groin, as his prick came
to full attention. It was exactly the same length as
his father's, but of course without the foreskin. The
reddish arrowhead tip was a duplicate of Carl's, but
as it was dry and much less sensitive I was able to
touch it directly and squeeze it witho
ut causing him distress. I saw a large drop of clear
fluid part the lips of his long slit.
      "The boys enjoy Princeton," Carl said. "They
slip their pricks between my thighs and reach around
to stroke me. Now with you here, both can do it at
once." I thought that would be a good idea. I'd done
Princeton with other guys, both as top and as bottom,
and knew it produced exquisite sensations.
      "You guys use condoms when doing it?" I asked.
      "Always," replied Tim, giving my prick an extra
squeeze. "Condoms prevent hair burns, and they catch
the cream." I liked that, as I'd always used a condom
for the same reasons.
      "Jack, let's you and me be the bottoms for this
round," Carl suggested to me. "The boys love to jack
an uncut dick, and I enjoy being stroked. If you
partner up with Tim, he'll know exactly how to make
your uncut prick feel good. He's had a lot of coaching
from me." We rearranged ourselves on the bed,
spreading towels to avoid wetting the sheets. Tim's
and Tom's sperm would be caught by the condoms, but
Carl and mine would spray all over.
      "Want to put the condom on me?" Tim asked me
with a smile. He held the foil envelope and a squeeze
bottle of Astroglide out to me. I unrolled the condom
part way and poured a few drops of lube into the end,
then handed the bottle to Carl. I began slipping the
sheath onto Tim's prick, the slim tapered head making
it very easy. I finished unrolling it, securing the
ring around the base of his shaft. I'd left him a lot
of slack for thrusting, as I knew how important this
is.
      Behind me, Carl had covered Tom's erection with
the thin latex tube, and rolled over onto his left
side to let Tom slip his hard prick between his
thighs. I did the same, lifting my right thigh
slightly to make it easier for Tim, and felt his hard
shaft slide into place under my perineum. The tip
pressed against my tight scrotum, and Tim's right hand
snaked over my waist to clasp my prick. His warm
fingers began sliding my foreskin rhythmically as he
began thrusting slowly. I felt his prick sliding back
and forth inside its latex sheath.
      "We might all come together," Carl said.
"Depends on the timing."
      "I can make Tim come when I do," I replied.
"I'll just put my fingers under his cock-head, hitting
the hot spot as he's sliding." I'd done this for other
partners as a way to ensure we'd share the magic
moment.
      "That's a good idea," said Carl. "The boys are
slower than me in coming." Now the bed moved under me
as Tim and Tom began thrusting in earnest. We were all
getting into the rhythm of man-sex, and our excitement
was mounting. Tim's thrusts became faster, lunging
towards orgasm, driving his slender prick between my
thighs with the tip nudging my tight scrotum as he
pumped my foreskin.
      "Man,^Å I love^Å the way^Å your skin^Å snaps over
that^Å high rim," Tim said between heavy breaths. His
fingers worked my hood expertly over my swollen glans,
baring it completely on the back stroke and running it
fully over the end on the forward stroke, sending
thrills through my nerve endings.
      "Slow down," I muttered. "You'll have me coming
before you do." Tim slowed the rhythm of his strokes
on my penis, although he kept up the pace of his
thrusting between my thighs. Now the mattress was
bouncing with our animal energy, both Tim and Tom
lunging furiously, their hot hard dicks reaching for
the release they desperately wanted.
      "You close?" Carl asked Tom. Tom's reply was
just a heavy moan. Tim whispered to me that he was
nearly there, and his fingers stepped up their pace on
my long stretchy foreskin, working it over the head to
bring me closer. His stomach slammed into my buttocks
as he thrust harder, and I felt the slender glans of
his rock-hard dick bumping my balls.
      Tim's pumping of my foreskin had produced a
tickling feeling in my swollen tip, and now the
tickling was becoming more intense, bringing me closer
to the brink. His cheek rested on mine as he pumped
away, and I knew he was peering at my penis with an
avid stare.
     "It turns me on^Å. The way your tip's getting dark
purple," he gasped as his fingers continued to slide
my long hood, exposing it totally on the back stroke.
"That's^Å so^Å sexy." Now the heavy tickle in my glans
was turning into a hot tingle, and I knew I was almost
there.
      "Ready?" I asked him between heavy breaths. His
response was to thrust even harder, his rock-hard
shaft probing deeply between my thighs. I slipped my
right hand down between my thighs, my fingertips
finding the underside of his prick through the latex,
probing into the groove under the head. I knew this
would trigger his orgasm, and I was on the brink
myself because my swollen tip had begun to throb.
      A heavy convulsion wracked my cock-root, and the
first thick jet burned its way up my urethra, rushing
towards the tip. It felt like hot lava. I heard Tim
cry out as I felt his hot hard prick throb between my
thighs, and knew we'd made it, floating away in the
free-fall of orgasm at the same moment. My fingertips
felt Tim's thrusting prick sliding over them through
the latex, and I pressed hard into his hot spot to
enhance his sensations. Tim's helpless cries filled
the room, and in the distance I heard Tom and Carl
moaning as the climax hit them with the force of an
avalanche. The bed rocked with our orgasmic frenzy,
and Tim's fingers worked my foreskin over my swollen
tip, drawing each gush from my straining, throbbing
penis.
      My eyes had closed when my cock-root had begun
throbbing, and I didn't see each gush that poured from
my tip, but I could feel the condom encasing Tom's
prick swell with his cream. I felt Tim's fingers slip
from my wet and slippery foreskin, and now my hood was
caught behind the rim, and his fingers worked directly
on the hot throbbing surface of my tip, sending
messages of pure joy down the shaft. My last thought
before I dissolved into mindless ecstasy was that Tim
was feeling the same delicious, throbbing sensations
as I, sharing the climax, and overwhelmed by the same
hot frenzy. I moaned helplessly, caught up in the fury
of orgasm, my mind totally blank, my body responding
automatically to his hot touches.
      Tim's prick throbbed uncontrollably under my
fingers as he continued to thrust, expelling his warm
seed into the condom. I felt each pulse, heard each
cry, as his body slammed repeatedly and frenziedly
against mine. I lost track of time, and after more
spasms felt my orgasm weaken. The last drops were
dribbling out of my glans when I felt it become
super-sensitive.
      "Stop," I urged. "Stop. It's too sensitive." Tim
removed his fingers, and I felt his thrusts between my
thighs slow. He was barely moving now, and I released
the pressure on the underside of his cock. The throbs
had slowed, and become fainter. Now we'd both stopped
moving, and so had Carl and Tom. The bed was utterly
still as we lay there, shocked by the biological
storms that had wracked our bodies. We lay there
semi-conscious, exhausted by the intensity of our
orgasms and slipping into the delicious languor that
inevitably followed.
      I don't know how long we slept, wrapped in each
other's arms, but when I awoke it was dark outside,
and soon the others stirred and came awake. We'd
worked up strong appetites by our exertions, and Carl
sent out for a couple of pizzas. We ate hungrily,
washing the slices down with beer, then we took turns
in the shower. Tim and I shared the shower, enjoying
the hot water running over our bodies.
      "I don't know about you, but that hot water
running over my dick makes me want to pee, Tim said.
"Okay with you?" I nodded, and watched as the lips of
Tim's long slit parted to release a thick yellow
stream that gurgled down the drain.
      "I've gotta pee too," I said. Tim watched avidly
as the yellow stream gushed from my foreskin's long
nipple, then he grasped it and pinched it shut.
Immediately, my hood stretched, ballooning out with
the pressure of the trapped liquid. Just as it was
becoming uncomfortable, he released it, and a thick
yellow gush poured out of the end.
      "I learned that from Dad," he said. "That's one
of the things you can do with a foreskin. I always
enjoy seeing that." The last drops drizzled from my
long hood, and Tim skinned it back to rinse the big
purple head. Then we stepped out of the shower to let
Carl and Tom use it.
      After we'd all dried ourselves, Tim and Tom
dressed to leave. We hugged each other, saying our
fond farewells, and after they'd left Carl and I
returned to the bedroom, picking up the pile of soggy
towels. After a quick straightening out, Carl spoke:
      "I don't know about you, but I'm getting horny
again." He fingered his foreskin, stretching it out,
and as the skin stretched thinner I saw the outline of
his arrowhead showing through. I was very relaxed, but
the sight of him handling his beautiful prick and the
memory of the afternoon aroused me.
      "I'm getting that way too," I said. "Think we
can go another round?" Carl nodded affirmatively and
lay down on the bed, spreading another towel under
him. I followed, and found him swiveling to a "69"
position with me.
      "I'd like to slip my tongue under your skin," he
said. "I want to taste you, run my tongue all around
the head." He grasped my swelling penis and his tongue
slipped deeply into the nipple, probing my slit.
      "Can I do the same to you, or is your tip too
sensitive for that?" I asked.
      "No, a tongue's fine. It's just a fingertip
that's too rough for me. I'd love to feel your tongue
inside me." I needed no further urging, and I
stabilized his hardening shaft as I probed his
foreskin nipple with the tip of my tongue. I felt his
tongue-tip tracing small circles around my slit as I
lapped at his, tasting his salty lubricating fluid.
His thick tongue probed deeper, stretching my
nerve-studded foreskin as it caressed my glans.
Now we were both fully hard, getting into the joys of
oral exploration, and I ran my tongue around the
contours of his arrowhead glans, stretching his
foreskin as I pushed deeper. I cupped his balls with
my other hand, feeling his loose scrotum drawing
tighter against him, knowing that I was arousing him
as he was doing to me. The rough upper surface of his
tongue tickled the many nerve endings in my swollen
tip, making it throb in response. I caressed his
slender cock-head with my tongue, knowing that he was
experiencing similar sensations. His fingers closed
around my balls, their tips pressed into the tender
flesh behind my scrotum.
      Carl pushed my foreskin back with his lips and
sucked hard on my bared helmet, making my cock-root
throb. His lips wrapped around the thick fleshy collar
my foreskin had formed as it locked behind my rim, and
his mouth sucked and squeezed my glans.
      "I felt that," he said, removing his mouth from
my prick. "When I squeezed the head, I felt your
cock-root throb in my fingertips."
      "That felt good," I replied, then put my mouth
around his prick again, holding his foreskin in place
with my lips as I pushed my tongue deeply into his
tight hood. Because his slender tip wasn't as bulky as
my fat, bulging helmet, his foreskin was significantly
tighter than mine, and forcing my tongue into it
stretched it more than his tongue was stretching mine.
I heard him moan as my thick tongue stretched its
nerve endings, and his body quivered against mine.
     I ran my tongue quickly around his rim, and when
it reached the gee-string under the head, his stomach
muscles contacted sharply. His legs began trembling as
I ran my tongue up around the rim, probing the groove
behind it. By now, Carl's cock-lube was flowing
freely, and I savored its salty taste and its thick
viscosity. Another throb deep in my cock-root told me
that my lube was flowing too, and I knew he was
tasting mine as well.
      Now I clamped my fist tightly around the base of
his shaft to constrict the veins and make the prick
swell fully. I felt the surface of his glans lose its
spongy feel and the surface harden against my tongue.
      "I want to make you come first this time," I
heard him say. I looked down and saw him holding my
cock skinned back, the big purple helmet glistening
wetly.
      "Okay, then I'll do you." I replied. I saw him
clamping his fist around the base of my cock, as I'd
done to his.
      "I want to lick the head, run my tongue all
around it. Now that I've got your cock skinned back,
your head's going to swell even more, and I want to
feel it throb against my tongue. I'm going to keep it
skinned back so I can watch it shoot like before, if
that's okay." The pressure in my glans increased,
engorging it fully as he lapped at its tender surface.
      "Fine with me," I said. "I hope you enjoy the
show." His response was to run his tongue all around
my rim, then back, probing into the deep groove
between the rim and the thick collar of foreskin.
      "You can hold on to my prick if that turns you
on, but don't make me come until you're finished." He
knew the feel of his hard cock between my fingers
turned me on, and I stroked it gently, moving the skin
slowly without uncovering the head. Carl's tongue
continued exploring all of the sensitive surfaces of
my naked glans, sending messages of joy shooting down
my shaft. When his tongue caressed the twin bulges
under the head, I felt my legs begin to tremble as my
excitement mounted. My stomach muscles tightened even
as I tired to relax, and I was helpless against the
mounting tide of excitement Carl was producing in my
body. His tongue tickled my glans, working all around
it, circling my slit, circling my rim, then lapping at
the broad upper surface before descending to probe the
triangular groove under the head and hitting my hot
spot.
      My swollen tip was full of blood and ached for
release. The entire surface was filled with a heavy
tickling feeling as Carl's tongue worked its magic,
and I felt myself being dragged towards the brink. Now
a hot tingle filled my cock-head, and I knew orgasm
was only seconds away. Drops of sex lube crawled up my
urethra, pouring out of my slit onto Carl's tongue.
Now my entire body tensed, and my eyes closed as I
felt Carl's teeth crape lightly over my sensitive
nerve endings.
      The first shock hit me like a tidal wave, and I
cried out helplessly as the hot stream burned its way
through my prick, seeming to sear my urethra with its
heat. I gasped and moaned as my cock-root convulsed,
sending another hot jet through my prick. Carl's
tongue lashed my naked, throbbing glans, sending me
deeper into the abyss of orgasm, and my mind went on
"HOLD" as the juice poured from my prick. My tip
throbbed hard as my crotch muscles contracted,
draining me utterly.
      My contractions slowed, and my sensations faded.
Carl had stopped massaging my tip with his tongue,
sensing correctly that it was becoming too sensitive
with the orgasm. I heard his voice, rapidly becoming
louder as my consciousness returned to normal:
      "Man, I loved watching your big tip shoot right
in front of my eyes. I almost dropped my load
watching, because it was so exciting. Your tip and big
and wet and purple, and I could feel it throbbing
against my tongue. Some of your cream shot onto my
tongue, and I swallowed it." I opened my eyes to see
streams of my life-juice on the towel Carl had spread
in front of me before driving me over the edge. He
picked up the towel and carefully dabbed at my slit as
he milked my shaft to force out the dribbles of
residue. He then replaced the long hood over the head
of my softening penis. I gathered myself together and
pointed his rock-hard, foreskin-covered prick at my
mouth.
      "Your turn," I said as my lips closed around his
skin-covered arrowhead, my tongue again probing deeply
into his skin nipple.
      "I'm so hot it won't take much," he gasped as my
tongue pushed deeper into his hood. I tasted his
copious lube again, and pushed my tongue deeper
towards the bottom of his foreskin, exploring the
groove behind his rim. Running my tongue around it, I
reached his gee-string, triggering his orgasm. His tip
was already rock-hard, and it throbbed powerfully
against my tongue as the first load of cream erupted
from his long slit to coat my tongue.
      Carl moaned loudly and helplessly, thrusting his
prick deeper past my lips. My tongue pried his
foreskin back when he thrust, and his naked glans
drove into the back of my throat, The sudden shock of
my mouth against the naked nerve endings of his
sensitive tip made him shudder hard, and another gush
of cream erupted from his slit. My lips were holding
his foreskin back as he drove the head again into the
back of my throat, and he yelped loudly as the intense
sensations ripped through his throbbing prick. I knew
he was too far into his orgasm to withdraw, although
his naked tip was super-sensitive. The delicious agony
of having his tips' nerve endings scraped was driving
him wild, and he kept thrusting hard.
      I was swallowing frantically, absorbing his
delicious cream, joyfully giving him the same sharp
orgasmic sensations he'd given me minutes ago. His
slender shaft gushed again and again, until it was
still. I opened my mouth, to let him withdraw his
prick without friction, as I knew it must be
exquisitely sensitive now, and any touch would cause
him distress.
      Carl rolled over onto his back, utterly torpid,
smashed flat by the violence of his release. His prick
lay flat on his stomach, and I didn't dare touch it
because of his extreme sensitivity. After several
minutes, he roused himself and milked his shaft,
gathering the dribbles in the towel. I knew there was
a lot of cream under his foreskin, but he didn't draw
it back to remove it.
      We were both totally relaxed now, sinking into
the stupor that enveloped our minds and bodies. We
turned towards each other, enjoying the animal warmth
of each other's body. Tomorrow was another day, and we
began planning for it.

      The end