Resort Town

Resort Town By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Tim's hardness throbbed in my clasping fingers as I massaged the thin film of Albolene into his helmet and shaft. I felt his fingers wrapped around my prick, gently stroking my foreskin up and down on my flaring helmet, and knew that it was an additional turn-on for him to stroke my foreskin while I was pleasuring his penis.

"I can feel your urgency, Tim," I remarked as I continued to stroke his hard prick at a slow and measured pace, knowing that it would inevitably bring on his orgasm because he had a burning need for relief.

"Yeah, Jack, I haven't come for almost a week because I knew you'd be saving your loads for me too." His breathing was becoming ragged as he approached the moment of no return. His prick glistened in the room's dim light as I continued to massage it, working my fingers over its contours and sending sparks of joy into its many nerve endings.

We'd been considering a weekend together at a resort ever since we'd met months ago, and we'd finally acted on it. We'd chosen the town of El Cabron, New Mexico, mainly because he'd read a lot about it and in the off-season the prices were affordable, unlike Santa Fe. We'd been able to rent a very comfortable cabin for $70 per night, while in New Mexico's capital the same accommodations would have cost us several hundred dollars.

"I'll have only a short drive to El Cabron," I'd said to him while we were planning our trip. "It's only about 230 miles from my place and about 760 from yours."

"That's okay, Jack. I'll head out from Omaha early Friday and put it on cruise control. At 75 it should take a little over 10 hours. I'll be there around five P. M."

I'd arrived at four and after registering had brought my stuff into the room. Tim had finally arrived a little after six.

"Have a problem along the way?" I asked as he brought his case into the front room.

"No, just heavy traffic. That slowed me down passing through cities, especially Denver. Denver's always a bitch. Then there was driving into the sun for the last couple of hours. "I was coming south on I-25 and the sun was low enough to be coming through my right-hand window. That made it rough."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Tim. Maybe we should have met at a place closer to you." I could see he was suffering from stress and fatigue, and I poured him a glass of merlot. "Here, this should taste good after your trip. I brought a couple of bottles with me."

"It does taste good," he said as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. "I'm glad you thought to bring it." I took a sip from mine and watched as he began removing his clothes. I was already naked, and his eyes were on my crotch as he stripped down.

"I can see your prick filling out already," I commented as he dropped his boxer shorts.

"That's because I've been thinking about us getting together while I was driving. I was half-hard most of the way."

"You need something to relieve the tension, and I don't think wine is the only way," I said as I clasped his warm prick in my hand. I squeezed the engorging helmet and felt his prick throb in response.

"You've got the right idea," he said as he turned slightly to retrieve a jar of Albolene from his case. I nudged him toward the bedroom and its big king-size bed and quickly got a hand towel from the bathroom to spread over his stomach.

"Let's concentrate on making you come," I suggested as I sat next to him on the bed, being careful that my prick was within his easy reach. "You need to get that tension out of you, and I'll do you with the Albolene because I know that's the way you like it best." I dipped two fingers into the jar and rubbed the creamy lubricant between my fingers to warm it and avoid the shock of cold lube on his prick.

"I'd like to hold your cock while you're working on me," he said as he reached toward me. "You know how much foreskin turns me on and yours is so long and thick." His fingers closed around the end of my prick, squeezing gently, stimulating my swelling helmet through its thick fleshy shroud.

"Go ahead, Tim, but don't make me come. I know you're good for three or four orgasms to my one and I want to save mine for later." Tim was only 43, and I was 66. The difference in our sex drives was considerable.

"Okay, I'll go very easy, Jack. I just want to feel your foreskin sliding over your cock-head, and pretend it's mine." Tim's prick did not have a foreskin. Instead, there was a brown scar ring behind his rim. I circled it with one finger because I knew that he had many sensitive nerve endings in his scar and particularly the tissue between it and his helmet.

"You've got a really sexy helmet. Feel my finger working around your groove?" I asked. I was slowly and carefully caressing the back-face of his corona, feeling its warmth as I tickled its many receptors.

"Oh, I feel it; I really feel it, Jack. You know just how to do it to me."

"I can see your balls tightening now," I observed. "You're getting there." His scrotum had been slack when he'd undressed but now the excitement was making the cremaster muscle tighten, sucking his balls against his body.

"You're cock's so stiff, Jack, and I can feel that big helmet head through your foreskin." Tim was using a light and slow stroke, mindful of my admonition to avoid forcing me to orgasm, which he could have done with slightly more effort.

"Just fantasize it's your prick, Tim. I know my foreskin turns you on so make the most of it. I want you to have a really hot orgasm because I know you need it." I began working my fist around the hot hard helmet, giving him a mild twisting stroke because I knew that that was the hottest for him.

"Oooohh, Jack, you're gonna drain me. You're gonna make me pop my load soon." I leaned down and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

"Just try to relax, Tim. I know you won't last long because of the tension, but if we can stretch it out another couple of minutes you'll really blast off when you come. You'll be ready to go again in an hour." Tim took several deep breaths, and he shifted his body slightly to relax his muscles.

"Oh, Jack, I've been thinking and dreaming about feeling your hard cock in my hand for weeks, and now I'm really here with you, stroking your foreskin. It's really turning me on." I slowed my stroking slightly to keep him from the brink for a few precious seconds longer, but I saw the tension taking over his muscular body and knew that the culmination was near.

"Just relax, Tim, hold on to my prick but stay relaxed. I'll stroke you until you explode." I nestled myself closer to him to feel the tension in his muscles, and cupped his now tight scrotum with my left hand.

"That feels good," he whispered. "I can feel your warm fingers on my balls and there's a tickle in my rim."

"I figured that, Tim. Your helmet's a lot harder now, and so is your shaft. The head's shiny with the Albolene, but it's also darker than before." I shifted my grip on his prick and cupped his helmet, sliding my fingertips around his thick corona.

"Oooohhhh, that feels so nice," he moaned.

"Your eyes just closed, Tim. You're close to the edge and I'm gonna slow down a bit so that you can enjoy these final seconds."

"Oooohhhhhhh," he moaned, more loudly this time, and I saw his face tighten around his tightly shut eyes. His fist clamped hard around my prick as the sensations built in his muscular body.

"Let's stretch it out a few more seconds," I urged as I loosened my grip around his helmet, wanting him to enjoy the delicious feeling of anticipation that precedes orgasm. I saw a large drop of clear lube part the lips of the long slit at the front of his helmet, and knew he was ready. I gave his beautiful hard prick a couple of quick twists, concentrating on the forward part with its helmet and scar ring.

"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt a hard throb in his shaft and glans. His tight fist stretched my foreskin out away from my stomach as I saw the first heavy white jet erupt from his straining helmet and pour out over the towel. I felt the heavy pounding of his orgasm in my fingertips pressing into the tender area behind his scrotum.

Tim grunted hard again as his prick gave another throb, and I watched the beautiful sight of another creamy rope of liquid shooting from the distended lips of his slit. His helmet throbbed between my fingers as it poured another discharge of white liquid onto the towel. Feeling his hot hard prick responding so forcefully to my touch was erotic for me each time it happened, although I'd felt it many times before. Holding Tim's hard throbbing prick as he drained himself was so exciting that I came close to the edge myself, and barely escaped losing my load right then.

His next discharge didn't shoot forcefully but merely dribbled down his helmet, where my fingers spread it into his sensitive tissues. He was still moaning, but not as loudly now. I felt his prick throb again as the big swollen helmet hammered against my tightly encircling fingers, and another gush oozed from the now gaping slit.

Tim became quiet and still, utterly drained by the effort of his orgasm, and I stopped stroking him, letting his prick down into the puddle of cream he'd discharged onto the towel. I lay beside him for a couple of minutes as he rested, and heard his breathing return to normal. His hand had relaxed its grip on my prick, and I felt myself starting to soften.

He opened his eyes and turned his head toward me, shifting his body to kiss me on the cheek.

"That was super," he said. "That really shook me."

"It was nice for me to watch you cream," I riposted. "It was nice to feel your prick throb in my fingers and watch your big helmet shooting all that cream. I even felt the thud-thud-thud behind your balls." I reached for the glass of merlot and held it to his lips.

"Thanks," he said between sips. "I really needed to shoot my load. I guess I was more tense than I'd realized when I got here."

"You said you'd been thinking about it while driving down," I said. "You were really ready to bust your nut, and you did. That was great, watching your prick spurting like that. I saw the way your long slit spread wide open for each shot." As I spoke, I carefully ran my fingertip along the underside of his now limp shaft, pushing out the residue and dabbing his tip with the towel.

"Now I've gotta do you," he said.

"No, not yet, Tim. Let's wait until you're fully recovered, and then we can come together. I know how much you like to do Princeton, so maybe that's the way to go." We got up and I pulled the curtain back on the large picture window in the living room, just in time to see the last rays of the setting sun. There weren't many people around during the slow season, and I didn't feel anyone would see our naked figures through the window.

We sat together, his right thigh pressed against my left, and we enjoyed the closeness and the warmth of our bodily contact. I'd cupped my hand over his shrunken prick and slackening scrotum, feeling the slipperiness of the Albolene I'd used to incite his explosive orgasm, and his right hand rested in my lap, fingers wrapped around my half-hard prick. We finished another glass of merlot each while sitting silently, enjoying the romantic intimacy, until it became dark outside. Tim got up to close the curtain.

"Want to take a shower? I feel like one right now because it's been a long day," he suggested.

"Sounds good," I said as I rose to follow him into the bathroom. The hot water felt good on our bodies, and we hugged until he said:

"I've gotta pee. That wine went right through me." We watched as the hot water sluiced down the front of his body, coursing through his copious pubic hair and running down the length of his pendulous prick. The yellow stream that forced its way through his slit dropped down to the drain and I sensed him relaxing as he emptied himself. After he'd finished I spoke:

"My turn now.

I drank as much wine as you." I consciously relaxed my sphincter to let the liquid flow but before the stream had arrived at my slit I felt his strong fingers pinching the end of my foreskin shut.

"I like to watch your foreskin swell when you pee," he said as my thick hood distended and ballooned out to twice its normal diameter. When I felt the skin straining from the pressure, Tim released his grip and a thick yellow gush poured from the end. Tim's strong fingers pressed the puckered end shut once more and my foreskin began filling again. We went through this cycle several more times, stretching and releasing my foreskin, until my bladder was drained, and then he pulled my foreskin back to lock behind the rim. Meanwhile, I held the end of Tim's prick between my fingers, squeezing gently.

"I like to feel the curves of your helmet," I said as I felt it swell. "I really liked it earlier, when I slid my fingertips along after coating it with Albolene. That felt so sexy, especially when your helmet began throbbing and shooting between my fingers." Tim's prick was almost filled out now, the naked glans standing proudly at the end of his almost straight shaft.

"I like to run my fingertips around your helmet too," he said. "I don't know which I enjoy better, playing with your helmet or your foreskin. I like to feel your helmet through the foreskin."

"I like to touch your helmet because it feels so warm and looks so sexy." I pressed my index finger into his frenulum, under the head.

"That feels so good," he said with a sharp intake of breath. His prick was fully hard now, and the shaft was straight.

"Your helmet's really swollen now, Tim. I like to feel it hard and swollen." I felt his fingers pulling my foreskin forward over my rapidly swelling helmet, covering it now that it was rinsed.

"Let's get out of the shower," he suggested. "We don't need to soap up because we weren't really dirty. A quick rinse was enough." I shut off the water and we dried each other, running the towel lovingly over each other's bodies, anticipating closer contact once we got onto the bed. I left the bathroom as he was hanging up the towel, and sat on the bed watching him as he came toward me.

"I like the way your prick swings from side to side when you walk," I observed.

"Both of ours do, because they're heavy-ended," he said.

"Yeah, that big purple helmet of yours sticking out on the end of your shaft is really attractive. I really like to look at it because it's eye candy for me." His penis was now inches from my face and I leaned forward to kiss the broad upper surface of his helmet.

"I like to see how your big helmet shows through the skin, Jack. That looks so sexy. You've got a lot of foreskin covering it, but the outline always shows through. That makes it really sexy, especially since I can push back your foreskin to see your helmet naked." I now stood in front of him and his strong fingers closed around the front of my prick, easing back the foreskin.

"Yeah, Tim, it's nice to see both our pricks with the heads naked. Our helmets are so much alike." By now his fingers had pushed my foreskin back behind the rim, and were pressing it back to reveal the deep groove behind it, making my glans stand out proudly.

"I think our cocks are a lot alike, too," he said. "We both have straight shafts, and a vein on the right side. Your vein's bigger than mine, though. I think your shaft's slightly thicker than mine, too." He moved and the front of his helmet brushed mine, sending an electric thrill down my shaft.

"It's nice to go head to head like this," I commented. "Your helmet feels so warm and hard." Tim held my prick by the shaft, keeping the foreskin back, and his other hand moved his prick to slide the round front dome of his glans across mine.

"Your helmet's so smooth and slippery," he said as he continued to slide his tip across the front of mine.

"I can see the lips of your slit parting when you rub your helmet against mine, Tim." The smooth sliding sensation thrilled me to the core, and I knew it was having the same effect on him because a drop of lubricant flowed from his slit, further smoothing the contact.

"I'd like to do Princeton now," he said. "I'd like to thrust my cock between your thighs while I stroke your foreskin."

"That's a good idea. It's better if you're top when we do Princeton, because that lets you play with my foreskin." He reached on the bedside table for a condom and I picked up the bottle of Astroglide. "You've got such a long foreskin. I like that because I can take long strokes with it, all the way beyond the end of your helmet. You know how your foreskin's a really hot turn-on for me, Jack. I love your foreskin even more because I don't have one." I squirted a few drops of Astroglide into the condom, which he'd partly unrolled. "Okay, now let me put that on your prick," I said as I took the condom from him and placed the ring over the front of his hard, naked helmet. I began unrolling it while squeezing the air out of the front of the thin latex sheath. A couple of seconds later the rubber ring was around the base of his prick. "That condom helps a lot, you know. That tight rubber ring squeezes the veins in my cock and makes it harder." "It also makes the head swell even more," I said. "Good thing it's a large size condom. That gives you lots of room to slide." He let go of my prick as I pulled away from him to lie on the bed on my left side, and he slipped in behind me.

"Okay, Jack, raised your leg so I can slip in," he said as he reached over to drop a towel in front of me. I raised my leg and felt his hardness against my perineum, and the large helmet head snuggled close to my balls. I lowered my leg to clasp his prink as he reached over me to wrap his fingers around my prick.

"Your foreskin's still locked behind the head," he said as he began thrusting gently between my thighs. "Want it forward now?"

"Yeah, do that. I love to feel you sliding my foreskin back and forth along the head."

"You know how much I love to stroke your foreskin," he said as he began sliding it over my rim and along the glans.

"I wish you had a foreskin so that you'd feel better about yourself, Tim. Meanwhile, you're welcome to play with mine. They're all yours. You know how my foreskin and helmet enjoy the attention you give them." I felt Tim pick up his pace, thrusting more quickly as his excitement grew.

"I like it this way because I can play with your foreskin while I'm thrusting," he said. "Playing with your foreskin gets me so hot. Pumping my cock between your legs gets me really, really hot, and the two make me wild."

"Take it easy, Tim. You want to edge for awhile, don't you? If you get too hot too quickly you'll be over the edge before you know it." I felt him slow his pace, returning to the steady rhythm he begun with.

"That feels so good," he said. "Sliding my cock between your thighs is really hot." As he spoke I squeezed my thigh muscles to clasp his prick more tightly, and I heard his sharp intake of breath before he spoke again: "I felt that. That was a terrific squeeze. If you kept that up you'd have my load in a minute."

"I'll be careful, Tim. I don't want to make you come too quickly." I relaxed my thigh muscles and pushed my index finger under my scrotum to touch the front of his helmet through the thin latex when he thrust forward. He sighed deeply.

"Ooooohhh, I felt that, Jack. I felt your finger pressing against the front of my helmet."

"I think we should come together, like we did last time," I suggested. "Since your prick's between my thighs I can't watch you come, but I can feel your prick throb when you do. Now that you're stroking my foreskin, you'll be even more excited when you finally do come."

"Oh, yeah, Jack. I'll be shooting and feeling your cock throb in my hand too if you come at the same time." He was still thrusting steadily, but I felt his excitement mount, the cumulative effect of the prolonged sensations.

"I think you're gettin' hotter, Tim. I think your prick's started to swell more. The head feels bigger, anyway."

"I think so too. I can't see it but I think my tip's darker now. It certainly feels more swollen."

"I don't think either of us can hold out much longer," I said. "Want to go for it now?" I felt him deepen and speed up his thrusts in response, and his fingers moved my foreskin in faster and longer strokes over my helmet.

"Yeah, Jack, let's do it. You're gettin' closer too. I can feel your helmet's gotten bigger and harder through the skin." He increased his pace again, and I felt his hardness plunging deeper between my thighs. "Am I goin' fast enough for you?"

"Oh, yeah, Tim. The way you're pumping my foreskin's just right. You'll make me shoot soon."

"I'll try to come the same time you do," he said, gasping between his words.

"No problem, Tim. I'll do the same thing I did last time. When I feel I'm goin' over the edge, I'll press my fingertip under your helmet to hit the gee-string."

"Perfect, Jack. That'll make me explode." His thrusting was hard and deep, and I felt his helmet bumping my balls with each forward stroke. His body strained against mine as he raced for the finish line, and I felt his fingers flying over my engorged prick, whipping the foreskin back and forth over the hot hard helmet to bring me to the brink. My eyes closed as I became totally caught up in the excitement, unable to focus on anything else as the outside world faded from my consciousness. I was aware only of our struggling bodies, coupled together in the climb to the summit that we'd be sharing within seconds.

"I'm close, so close," I muttered through clenched teeth as I felt a hot tingle begin in my engorged corona.

"Go for it, Jack," he grunted as he twisted his fist on my prick, sliding the foreskin sideways against my swollen rim. I felt the tingling feeling spread all over my helmet and then explode, shooting down my shaft to unleash my ejaculation.

"HUNNNHHH!" I cried out as I stabbed my index finger into the deep grove under his thrusting glans to trigger his orgasm. The first torrent of cream boiled up through my prick as I felt Tim respond. His prick throbbed hard between my thighs and he cried out helplessly as his orgasm overtook him.

I felt my cock-root contract again in the heavy pounding of orgasm as Tim thrust again, sliding his sensitive frenulum against my fingertip to trigger another hot spasm deep within him. Another surge of hot lava seared its way up my tube to slam through the lips of my orifice, and I knew that he was pouring his life fluid into the condom between my thighs.

Tim grunted hard as his frenzied fingers whipped my thick foreskin over my straining helmet, bringing forth another gush of hot cream, and I felt his hot hard prick thrusting again in the fury of his orgasm. He was pressing his struggling body tightly against mine and I felt his hips slamming into my backside as he discharged another load. We were both caught up in the mindless frenzy of our climaxes, totally helpless and totally committed to shooting our discharges.

I returned to full consciousness a couple of minutes later, aware that Tim's body was pressing hard against mine, although our pricks had softened. He moaned slightly, and I lifted my leg in case he wanted to slip his prick from between my thighs.

"I'm glad you have such muscular thighs," he said in a whisper. "The way you were squeezing my cock after your started coming made it even hotter for me." I'd been unaware that I'd pressed my thighs together during orgasm, as I was absorbed with the hot and heavy sensations in my groin.

"You really stroked my prick hard," I replied. "I don't know if I was coming or going."

"Oh, you came, Jack. You really came. I felt your hot cream on my fingers while you were coming." I felt him pull his prick from between my thighs. Now I turned to face him, picking up the towel that had absorbed my streams of sperm. I grasped the end of the condom and it slid effortlessly from his softening prick, lubricated by both the Astroglide and his thick discharge. I wrapped the condom in one end of the towel and wiped his limp penis with the other, using gentle strokes against his delicate tissues. Then I squeezed his shaft with my thumb on top and my index finger pressing into the thick tube underneath, squeezing out the slimy remains of his ejaculation. The odor of chlorine filled the air, emanating from both our ejaculations.

"Now let me do you," he said as he grasped my prick, stretching it out slightly and milking the underside to force out my residue. He slipped my foreskin back to bare the orifice of my helmet and wiped away the drops as they seeped out of it.

"You really drained yourself," he commented. "The last drops are clear. Anyway, I really love your long foreskin, the way it slides all the way back, and then all the way forward to give you an overhang. Even when you're hard there's a little overhang. That's so sexy." I squeezed Tim's prick in appreciation, and he moved closer to me and gave me a dry kiss on the lips in his usual tender manner.

"I think you told me before that you have the hottest comes when you're thrusting. I could feel how excited you were, grunting and howling when you let go."

"Oh, yeah, Jack. Those pelvic thrusts make my muscles tighten and that really sends me."

"I'm glad you had such a hot one. Anyway, are you hungry?" I asked. "I'm not, although I haven't had a bite since lunch."

"No, I'm not hungry right now. I just feel drained, and really comfortable with you." Tim moved in closer and wrapped his muscular arms around me. I hugged him back and kissed his forehead.

"I'm very comfortable with you, Tim. We've just had terrific orgasms together, and I really enjoyed feeling you come between my legs. Then with your fingers around my prick making me come at the same time, it was really intimate. I feel so close to you."

"I guess it's because we're a lot alike, Jack. We come from different backgrounds, but we think alike in a lot of ways. The age difference somehow doesn't seem that important." He kissed me again on the lips when he'd finished speaking.

"Not to change the subject," I said as I squeezed him to me, "but I know we're gonna be hungry after awhile. I know there's a place here in town that delivers a terrific pizza and I'm gonna order one now. I know we don`t want to get dressed to go out to eat, and by the time it arrives, we'll have an appetite. Bet on it. Pepperoni and sausage okay?"

"Pepperoni and sausage sounds right. Then let's have some more merlot while we're waiting," he said as he got up to go to the kitchenette of our suite. I used my cell-phone to order the pizza and got a $20 bill from my wallet ready for its arrival as he walked back into the bedroom carrying two glasses. He handed one to me and we clinked them together, sipping slowly as were looked into each other's eyes. I clasped his left hand with my free left hand, and we sipped again as we held hands, enjoying the inexpressible feeling of intimacy.

"We really enjoy each other," I said.

"That's because we have a lot in common, Jack. We're both Bi, we don't want to get attached, we're not religious, and we enjoy the same things in sex. That adds up to a lot."

"I don't want to spoil the party but we'd better get some clothes on before the pizza comes," I said. Tim nodded at my suggestion and released my hand. We got up and slipped on only our outer clothing. Tim refilled our glasses and we moved to the living room couch, where I sat on his right. I held my glass in my right hand and let my left drop to his groin to trace the outline of his prick through the cloth, feeling it swelling.

"You keep doing that and I won't be able to get up when the guy comes with the pizza," he said.

"Don't worry: I'll take care of it. You just sit there," I said as I caressed his prick to hardness.

"The moment he's outta here, these pants are coming off," he replied.

"I love to feel the shape of your prick, even through the cloth."

"I love it when you touch me that way," he said, taking another sip of his wine.

"I like to feel the contours, that straight shaft, the big helmet, and work my fingertips all around it. I like to feel it get hard when I touch it, and see the look of pleasure on your face." Tim twisted his body slightly to let him reach my crotch with his left hand.

"I've told you lotsa times already how I love your cock, Jack. I like running my fingers over it to feel its shape. The only thing I can't do is play with your foreskin while you've got your pants on."

"As soon as the pizza arrives we'll get these clothes off and you'll be able to play with it all you want. I bet you're starting to get hungry now."

"Now that I'm thinking about the pizza, yes, I am gettin' hungry. Think one pizza's gonna be enough for both of us?"

"I'm sure it will," I replied. "I made sure to order the large size." Tim leaned back slightly and closed his eyes.

"I feel so dreamy," he sighed. I could sit here all night enjoying your fingers on my cock."

"I could sit here all night feeling your prick," I said. "I know, though, that you're gonna wanna come after awhile."

"You think you're gonna make me come while we're eating?"

"No, but I'm gonna play with your beautiful prick while I'm eating. Good thing pizza's a food you can eat with one hand." Tim laughed at this, just as we heard a knock at the door. I got up because my prick was only half-hard. The delivery man entered and set the box on the table and I told him to keep the entire $20. Once the door was closed I closed the curtain, we quickly doffed our clothing, and sat facing each other next to the kitchenette table. I opened the box and held the cover while Tim plucked a slice of pizza, and then I took one for myself. Holding the pizza in my right hand, I clasped his prick with my left.

"Ahhhh, that always feels nice, Jack" Tim's fingers closed around my prick, gently sliding the foreskin back and forth in light, short strokes.

"I like it how your penis feels so warm," I said as I gently squeezed the swollen helmet.

"Yours feel warm, too," Tim said between bites. "Then you've got that skin to slide. I'm glad you got it replaced, instead of living all your life circumcised." I'd had plastic surgery for that at age 43.

"It was worth it, since it turns you on so much." Now I cupped his glans, pressing my fingertip lightly into the frenulum underneath.

"You really know what turns on my cock," he said while chewing a mouthful. "You use a light touch, not heavy friction like some guys do."

"Oh, I know that dry friction's irritating, not erotic," I responded. "Anyway, I noticed that you use a light touch too."

"Well, I know you're tip's pretty sensitive, Jack, and I don't want to tear your foreskin off, either." Tim's fingertip touch had made my prick hard now.

"That orgasm you gave me just before was really hot for me," I said.

"The first I had right after I got here was pretty intense for me. I think it's because I had a week's load stored up."

"I'd been saving it for a week, too. When you were pumping your penis between my thighs and stroking my foreskin, you made me boil over."

"What did it feel like for you, Jack? It's not the same for me when I'm really turned on, but I guess you know that."

"Well, this time it felt like my sperm was bubbling up through my urethra, really rushing, and it felt so hot it burned," I answered. "How did it feel for you?"

"It felt so hot, shooting through my cock, and it felt so out-of-control. I just couldn't hold back any longer. I had to unload. It felt like my whole insides were shooting out through my cock. It felt like my cream was bubbling up my cock too." His grip on my penis had tightened as he'd been speaking.

"I can tell you're getting hotter just talking about it," I commented as I reached for another slice.

"Holding your cock while I'm talking about it really makes me hot. We're really sharing something here, not just shooting our loads." I felt Tim's prick throb between my fingers.

"I know what you mean by sharing. I feel the same way. It's something really intimate, things we don't normally talk about," I said. Tim picked up another slice with his right hand.

"Gotta make sure which hand I use for eating," he laughed. "I wouldn't want to touch the pizza with the fingers that touched your cock."

"Go on, asshole," I said. "You know my prick's as clean as yours." I chewed hungrily on my slice, aware that this evening's efforts had stimulated my appetite.

"Seriously, you're really turning me on, now, the way you're handling my cock. It's also thinking about what we did earlier," he said. I put down my slice.

"You're gonna need to come, maybe before we've finished the pizza. That means I'd better put a condom on you, or you'll shoot all over the carpet." I went to the bedroom, returning with a condom and my lubricant.

"You put it on me, Jack," he said, staring deeply and soulfully into my eyes. I squirted a few drops of Astroglide into the condom and slipped it over his helmet, unrolling it as I squeezed out their air from the end. Then I kissed him on the lips again, a quick dry kiss that communicated more than words could.

"I love putting it on you, Tim. That lets me handle your beautiful penis even more." I rolled the rubber ring down to the base and then clasped his prick in my left hand, sliding the thin latex gently over his engorged glans. As I picked up my slice, Tim took another bite and said:

"That's so smooth, so sexy, the way you're slidin' that rubber over my helmet. I can feel it on the rim and even on the skin behind the rim, where's it's also sensitive." I felt his prick throb between my fingers.

"Do you like that grip," I asked, with my thumb on top and my finger underneath, rubbing your gee-string?

"Oh, yeah, I love it," he replied before taking another bite. We finished our slices and picked up our third ones. His fingers lovingly sliding my foreskin were arousing me as well.

"I'm not sure I can come again," I said. "You're 23 years younger than I am. Anyway, you told me you often have four orgasms in a day. The only time I ever came four times in one day was when I was 16. I was jacking off to see how many times I could do it. I think your sex drive's higher than mine."

"It might be," he said. "If you don't mind, I'd love to come again, especially as it's your hand on my cock. That turns me on so much."

"I like the feel of your fingers around my foreskin," I said. "If you make me come, then good, but if I don't come that's okay too because I love to make your blow your load."

"I know you do," he said, munching his pizza.

"Making you come gives me a vicarious thrill. Even though I'm not coming, I really enjoy feeling your penis throbbing between my fingers. I like feeling the helmet get harder, watch it get darker, and then feeling the explosion. You were really loud both times you came today, and that told me you were really getting it off."

"Man, I did, Jack. But you were loud too. I heard it and felt it when you came. Your cock was throbbin' so hard that I knew you were in seventh heaven."

"I'd enjoy it even if all I did was watch while you stroked yourself, Tim. Feeling your penis throb is a bonus for me, especially since I know I'm the one making you come." We fell silent for a couple of minutes as we finished the last slices in the box. As we licked our lips, Tim broke the silence:

"Good thing you can eat pizza with one hand."

"I guess it is," I replied. "I've never done this before, stroking a guy while eating."

"I've never stroked or been stroked while eating," Tim added.

"That's what I meant. Anyway, I'm glad I've got you all aroused. Your balls are tight against you now. Want me to keep it slow, or make you come right now?"

"You've got no choice. I can't hold out much longer. My helmet feels like it's gonna explode any second."

"Yeah, Tim, I can feel it's gotten pretty hard the last couple of minutes. What I meant was do you want me to stop?"

"Oh, no, don't stop. My cock feels so good, with the gentle stroking, that I'm really enjoying this. How about you? Think you're gettin' close?" I replied:

"I'm close, but not as close as you. I'll work on making you come. If I come along with you, fine." I lengthened my strokes on Tim's penis without increasing the pressure, and heard his breathing deepen as the sensations took hold.

"Yeah, that's it, Jack, that feels so good," he sighed. I sensed the tension building in his body as he spread his legs. Now that my right hand was free, I cupped his tight scrotum with my left while using my right to stroke his turgid penis.

"You're gettin' there," I commented when I saw the muscles in his legs tighten. "That rim's so hard under my finger." Now I pressed my index finger deep into the vee-groove under the head and felt his penis throb hard in response.

"Oooohhh, any second," he groaned as his eyes closed and his fist tightened on my foreskin.

"Go for it, Tim. I'm with you," I urged as I increased my pace, thumbing his corona and digging my fingertip against his frenulum. I still cupped his balls, my fingertips pressing into the sensitive area behind him, anticipating the throbs I'd feel there which I triggered his climax.

"HUNH!HUNH! HUNH!" I heard him grunt as a powerful throb filled his prick, and I saw a thick gush of cream spill from his slit to fill the front of the condom as he tumbled into the free-fall of his orgasm. He cried out again as his penis throbbed a second time, and another torrent of juice poured from his gaping orifice. I knew the orgasm had numbed his mind because his hand was still on my penis, and now he yelped again as his prick released a third load.

I was concentrating on stroking his penis to enhance his sensations, and ignored the light tickle in my glans. Tim blew another load into the latex sheath and I slowed my pace because I knew he might be becoming too sensitive, giving the intensity of his spasms. Now his prick throbbed several more times as his grunts subsided, and I watched his helmet dripping its final drops.

Tim was still for about ten seconds, and then opened his eyes. He looked at me intently and I felt his grip tighten on my prick.

"You've gotta come! I can feel how turned on you are! You just made me come, Jack, and your cock's so hard I bet it's tingly all over." He rose and pulled me to my feet, pushing me toward the sink and pressing me against the counter as he spoke again:

"You don't have a condom so you'll have to shoot into the sink," he said as his fist began stroking my thick hood in long and satisfying strokes. I was primed from watching and feeling his orgasm, and I felt the irresistible excitement rise inside me.

"I can feel how swollen your helmet is, even through the skin," he continued. "It's very hard."

"Ooooohhhh, do me," I whispered weakly.

"I'll hold you," he said as he wrapped his left arm around my waist, sliding my foreskin with long hard strokes, fueling my fire, and as the tickle in my head turned into a hot tingle I began to moan. When Tim kissed my neck I closed my eyes and exploded. My entire body jerked as my crotch muscles went into spasm, releasing a thick jet of cream that burned its way up my tube. I was helpless in his hands as my knees buckled and another spasm shook me while he held me up.

I was crying out on joyful agony as another hot thrill made my groin tingle and I hurled another jet from my orifice. Now his strong encircling fingers pulled back hard on my foreskin, leaving my helmet naked to his gaze as it spit another stream into the sink. Several more loads dribbled from the end of my penis before it was over and my breathing began to return to normal.

"That was a good hard one," Tim said as he continued to hold me. Now that my penis was softening he began milking the residue, which dribbled out of the still-naked glans. When he'd finished he drew my foreskin forward and led me into the bedroom, where he helped me onto the bed before turning out the lights.

"Thanks so much, Tim," I whispered. "Good night." "Good night, Jack," he said. I reached for his penis, gently clasping it as I felt him wrap his warm fingers around mine. We fell asleep this way, holding each other.

I awoke next morning, conscious of my erection from a full bladder. As I'd turned over during the night, I'd lost hold of Tim's penis and now reached for it. If anything, his was even harder than mine.

"Mornin'" I heard him say sleepily. "It's nice wakin' up next to you."

"Hi, Tim, it's nice watching you wake up. Feeling you is nice, too." I gave his swollen helmet a quick squeeze.

"That feels good," he said as he leaned over to plant a dry kiss on my lips.

"Now you seem either ready for action or you need to pee even more than I do." I kissed his cheek.

"Both, I think," he replied. "I always wake up hard and often stroke myself to start the day off right." I was still holding his penis and now I squeezed the helmet rhythmically, knowing that this would make his prick-root throb sensually. I wanted to give him the relief he so obviously needed, and to share in his delight.

"This might help you decide, Tim. "Maybe you'll get a hotter come because your bladder's full."

"That'll work," he replied, and I reached for the Albolene, rubbing some of the lubricating cream into my fingertips to warm it.

"How does this feel, then?" I asked as I began working the cream into his sensitive penis.

"Oh, you know it always feels nice, especially when you do it, Jack. You know just how to massage my cock. I'm glad we're here together." I cupped his scrotum with my left hand as I worked the lubricant the entire length of his shaft and helmet with my right, feeling the warmth of his rigid male flesh. Tim sighed deeply.

"I don't think you want to hold that full bladder for too long, so I'll make you come fast," I said. "Just relax and let me do the work."

"Okay," he sighed, a smile coming over his face. "I trust you."

"It's working fast, Tim. I can feel your balls gettin' tight." I caressed his scrotum gently, wanting to feel the physical evidence of his excitement.

"Oh, it's workin' all right. It won't take me long, now that you're usin' both hands."

"I'll begin stroking you with a circular action now," I said as I began twisting my fist around his helmet on the upstroke.

"Yeah, nice..." He trailed off.

"I know that twisting action really works on your rim," I explained. "You've got a lot of nerve endings there."

Ooooohhh, behind the rim, too," he moaned as I increased my pace.

"Just relax and enjoy the ride," I coached him as I twisted my fist around the area between his scar and rim, bumping the rim on the forward stroke. "I know you need fast relief," I continued as I increased my pace.

"Aaaahhh, that's so nice," he moaned.

"I'm just gonna let you shoot on your stomach for now," I said. "We'll get into the shower before it can dry." "That's wonderful," he whispered.

"It won't be long, Tim. Your helmet's gettin' hard and it's becoming darker, too." I saw that the lips of his slit were gaping in anticipation. My fingertips pressed into the tender flesh behind his balls, waiting for the tell-tale throbs.

Tim's dark purple helmet glistened in the morning light filtering through the curtains as his excitement mounted. I knew that his world was shrinking as his attention became focused on his groin, where I was massaging his beautiful penis to bring on his orgasm. He was staring into my eyes as I snuggled closer to him, wanting to feel the buildup of tension in his body.

"You're almost there, Tim. Your tip's leaking now." I heard him begin to moan in pure pleasure as the sensations took hold and propel him toward the brink. I twisted my fist around the compound curves of his helmet and heard him moan louder, anticipating the joy that would soon be flooding his body. Suddenly, I felt a hard throb behind his scrotum.

"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as the first heavy throb filled his straining prick and a thick white jet slammed through the lips of his long slit to land on his stomach.

"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard again as his straining prick throbbed between my fingers a second time, spewing another white rope of cream into the air. He grunted again as a third spasm shook him, and I watched his engorged purple helmet blast another stream that arced before landing on his stomach.

Tim's head rolled from side to side, eyes glazed and mouth open, as he tumbled in the free-fall of orgasm. He was so captivated by the experience that he hadn't even grasped my penis at all. He needed this early morning relief, and I was giving it to him, vicariously enjoying the thrills of his orgasm.

Tim's penis throbs were weaker now, and the last of his hot liquid dribbled from his long slit, running down the helmet and onto my encircling fingers. He was barely moaning as his straining body began to relax. I let his penis down into the puddle of liquid soaking into his pubic hair and decided to give him a minute to recover from his daze before urging him into the shower.

I rose and grasped his muscular arm, pulling him up silently. He opened his eyes, looking at me dazedly as he rose. I put an arm around his waist and walked him into the bathroom, where I turned on the water. We got into the shower and I enjoyed the feeling of the warm water sluicing down my body, reminding me that I had a full bladder that needed relief. I consciously relaxed my sphincter and felt the hot liquid coursing down through my urethra and funneling through my foreskin to drop onto the floor, where it swirled down the drain. I was almost finished when the hot water had its effect on Tim, caressing his naked glans and provoking the reflex action that released his bladder. We hugged each other as nature took its course, and at the end we felt fulfilled.

"Let's go out for a walk before we go to breakfast," he suggested as I soaped his back.

"That sounds good," I replied. I knew he was very much into physical fitness, and that a walk would be good for me too. Once we were dressed, we held hands as we walked among the foliage of the high desert, enjoying the quiet of the morning for over an hour before returning to town. A quaint restaurant tempted us, and we entered to order the standard bacon and eggs. We ate with gusto, having worked up our appetites with the sex and the walk.

"This is really nice," he said, "spending the weekend with you in this place. I feel so comfortable with you."

"I'm comfortable with you too, or I wouldn't even be here," I replied. "It's very mutual and it's very intimate."

"That's exactly the way I feel. I feel I can talk with you about things that are important to me, and that you're always open and honest with me." He reached under the table to squeeze my hand. We held hands for most of the rest of the meal, separating only when we needed both hands to eat. Once we'd finished we returned to the cabin, where we quickly undressed again. As we sat facing each other alongside the table, Tim spoke again:

"Just thinking about this morning's makin' me hot again. I saw clearly that his prick was swelling. "I really enjoyed your hand on my cock, and the way you pleasured it to make me come."

"I enjoyed it too, watching you shoot, feeling your body against mine, and knowing that I was giving you such pleasure." I leaned forward to plant a dry kiss on his lips. I pulled him toward me and he left his chair to sit on my lap, letting me hug him close to me.

"Moments like these, I feel almost like we're one person," he breathed in my ear. I kissed his neck and dropped one hand into his lap to clasp his firm erection, gently squeezing the shaft and head.

"I like your prick," I whispered as I fondled it. "I like it because it's you, and it brings us closer together when I stroke you this way."

"We're very close now," he murmured into my ear as he shifted on my lap so that he could reach my penis. I felt his strong fingers close around, it, pulling the long foreskin and then twisting it around my swelling glans. "I like stretching your skin out and then working it around your helmet."

"I don't know if I can come yet," I said. "Want me to stroke you to make you come? I know you can come more times than I can."

"You know what I'd like to do now?" he asked. "I'd like to jack myself off while you watch. You've never seen me do it to myself, and I've never watched you do it either."

"Okay," I agreed, and Tim got up to go into the bedroom. Before I could get up he'd returned with the jar of Albolene.

"I'll do myself, and you can hold some paper towels so that I don't shoot all over the floor," he suggested. I got up and pulled several paper towels off the roll over the sink before returning to my chair.

"Okay, I'll watch," I said. "I know I'll enjoy this. Normally guys jack off alone, but I'll get a thrill out of watching what you do to yourself." Now I watched Tim spreading a film of lubricant over his penis, working it in as the warmth thinned it into a liquid.

"Now I'm ready," he said as he began rhythmic strokes along the entire length of his prick with his right hand. I caressed the inside of his thigh with my left hand, stroking the hairs and occasionally squeezing a muscle. I noticed that he wasn't looking down at himself, but at my face.

"You're gonna work yourself up fast," I suggested, reaching farther to tickle the hairs on his still slack scrotum.

"I wanna hold your cock while I do this," he said. "You know how that excites me." I nodded as he reached for my penis again, grasping it by the end of its long foreskin and twisting it between thumb and index finger. This made my penis respond and swell further.

"That feels good for me," I said. "Can I cup your balls?"

"Oh, yeah, do that," he whispered, his excitement rising. "I want to do myself but it'll be nicer if you help." I clasped his scrotum, feeling the tissue contract as Tim brought himself to a higher level of excitement with his relentless stroking.

"I won't be holding your prick when you shoot, but my fingers are gonna feel the throbbing in the root of your prick," I said as I pressed my fingertips into the flesh behind his balls.

"I want you to feel it, Jack. I want you to feel how excited I get when I come." As he spoke, I felt Tim's fingers close around the bulge of my glans, exploring its contours through the foreskin.

"That feels nice for me," I said as his warm fingers continued to caress my glans through the skin.

"That helps to make me hot," he explained. "I'm stroking my cock and feeling your helmet, sliding your skin over it, feeling how big and hard it is."

"I can see how hot you're gettin' because your helmet's darker now," I said.

"Oh, yeah, Jack, I'm gettin' closer. Feelin' your cock always does that to me. I'm also thinking about this morning, when you just pulled the cream out of me."

"Your balls are tighter too," I observed. "I know you're close." Tim's strokes were faster now, keeping pace with his rising excitement. I saw his eyes drop to my crotch as his strong fingers worked my foreskin back in one smooth sweep.

"I wanna see your helmet, see how dark it is, and feel how smooth it is," he said as he held my foreskin back and ran his index finger lightly over the broad upper surface.

"When you get there, want me to take over for you? You might get a hotter thrill if my hand's on your prick then."

"That would work," he said. "Just keep holding the towels, but use your left hand to finish me off."

"How will I know?"

"You'll see me gettin' hotter, and when I take my hand away you'll know I'm right on the edge."

"Okay," I said as I kneaded his balls gently, adding to his excitement. "I'll really love to feel your prick throb in my hand." Tim was staring at me now, and he'd pulled my long foreskin toward him again to envelop my helmet completely. His breathing was quicker now, short, gasping breaths that signaled his mounting excitement. His fist was now flying over his penis, bumping his rim on the upstroke and compressing it as he brought his encircling fingers to the end of his helmet.

"HUH! HUH! HUH!" I heard hum grunt as he neared the brink, and I readied myself, knowing that his climax was seconds away.

"You're close, you're so close," I said as I felt his scrotum tighten completely, almost drawing his balls into his body. Tim was grunting loudly now, and I was glad the windows were all shut.

"HUNH! Jack!" he cried as I saw his hand drop from his penis, and I knew he was poised right on the brink. I quickly grasped his hot hard prick in my left hand, fingers sliding over the lubricated surface of his helmet as I gave it a quick twist. His body stiffened as he cried out:

"HUNH! HAHHHH!" as his prick throbbed hard between my fingers. I felt the throb in his perineum as well as the first thick ropy stream shot from his slit into the paper towel I held in front of it.

He cried out again and another hot load came gushing out, slamming through the lips of his long slit as his body responded to my quick, twisting strokes. His straining glans throbbed again as another white torrent poured from its lips. Tim's body was shuddering, caught up in the hot frenzy of his orgasm, heightened and enhanced by my twisting strokes around his helmet and rim.

Tim was still moaning as the gaping lips of his slit disgorged another gush, which didn't carry as far as it fell upon the paper towels. I saw that his eyes were still open, but unfocused, before dropping my gaze once more to his groin to make sure I was still catching his discharges. His fingers were still working around my penis, working around the contours of my shrouded glans, proof that part of his excitement came from feeling me.

Now Tim's residual discharges were seeping from the lips of his gaping slit, running down the underside of his helmet, where I caught them with the folded towels. I wrapped the spongy paper around his penis to soak up the residue as I pulled him to me. He shifted to sit on my lap again and I hugged him close to me.

"That was nice to see, Tim," I murmured in his ear as I held him tightly, both arms wrapped around his muscular body. "That was so close, so intimate..." I trailed off as I began kissing his neck, working my way up to his jaw, and then his ear. I felt his hands caressing my body lovingly, a silent way of saying that he appreciated the intimacy as much as I did.

"That felt so good, your fingers on my cock, making me come so hard..." He said.

"How did it feel?" I asked. "Tell me all about it."

"Well, at first it was nice, a sort of tickle wherever you touched my cock. Then I got hard, really hard, and I felt my helmet swell and fill out while you were stroking it. When you started those twisting strokes, they really sent me flying. My helmet was so swollen I thought it felt like it would burst."

"Something like that happens to me too," I interjected. "When I'm close, my helmet feels so swollen I get a mild, pleasant ache in it from the need to come."

"That's exactly like it was for me, a sort of ache, and I knew I couldn't stop myself coming."

"When you started to come, you really unloaded your sperm. I was lucky to catch it all with the paper towels. You were howling so much I'm glad we had all the windows shut."

"I know what it was like for you, Jack. I've felt your helmet throb and heard you moaning enough times."

"Your whole body tensed up. This wasn't just a few squirts. You were having what they call a full-body orgasm."

"Oh, I know I was. With you stroking my cock, what else could it be?"

"I'm glad I was able to make it so hot for you, Tim," I murmured. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly as he began to speak: "Now I want to give you a hot come," he said. "Maybe you can start by stroking yourself, showing me how you like to do it, and I'll watch." He got off my lap and unrolled several paper towels before returning to the chair opposite me. I was still hard and now I began stroking my foreskin over my turgid glans.

"I like to watch that skin move," he said, his eyes fixed on my penis. "That's so hot, seeing your foreskin slide over that big purple helmet. I've dreamed about it at night, because it looks so sexy."

"I'm goin' slowly now, just doing it with two fingers," I said.

"Oh, I can see that, Jack. All you need is your thumb on top and one finger on the bottom to make that skin slide. Each time you pull the skin back, your helmet looks harder and shinier."

"My helmet's getting dry, Tim. You know I don't have much lube. Can you put a little Albolene on it for me?" I saw him dip a fingertip into the jar next to him on the table, and then I felt the coldness of the cream as his finger lightly spread it over the front dome of my glans.

"There, Jack, just bring the skin all the way forward to pick it up and spread it all over the helmet." I saw the cream liquefy with the warmth of my glans as I swept my foreskin forward to catch it. Drawing my foreskin back behind the rim, I spread the lubricant over the entire tender surface of my purple helmet.

"Thanks, Tim. It feels a lot smoother now."

"It looks glossier too, with that Albolene. I think a shiny surface makes it look sexier, too." I continued stroking slowy, and saw Tim reach out to cup my scrotum, adding to my erotic sensations.

"That feels good," I whispered.

"I can feel the skin of your balls move when you stroke that foreskin. It pulls the skin of your balls when you pull it forward."

"Yeah, that's nice, really nice," I murmured.

"I can tell you're gettin' close, Jack. Even without touching it, I can see that your big purple helmet's gotten darker now. I bet it feels harder too."

"You're right, Tim. I am gettin' worked up." I concentrated on maintaining the same pace, not wanting to get caught up in a frenzy of stroking that would bring on my orgasm before I wanted to. Tim sensed this, for he said:

"That's it Jack, not too fast, just keep it nice an' steady to make it last." I felt his warm fingers slowly and gently kneading my scrotum, palpating my balls, as his other hand slid up my thigh.

"That's just fine, Tim. Your hands feel good on me."

"Like your hands feel good on me, Jack. I really like to feel your body, especially when I know you're ready to blast off."

"Now I'm close, and I'm gonna change my stroke. I'm gonna slide my foreskin all the way back, clear of the rim. Without the tight foreskin and the pressure of my fingers, you're gonna see my helmet expand to full size." I drew back my foreskin, gradually exposing the flaring corona, and back farther until there was a gap between the ring of stretched foreskin and my rim.

"Yeah, Jack, I can see your groove now. That rim's really flaring out, looks so hot and sexy." I began to stroke the tight ring of foreskin up slightly, bumping my rim. Tim removed his hand from my thigh, picking up the paper towels.

"I'm gettin' ready, `cause you'll be coming soon," he said. "That big purple helmet looks like it's ready to shoot. It's so swollen I can see how the lips of your slit are spread in that sexy teardrop shape. You're keepin' it skinned back, so you don't come too soon."

"I'm gonna try to hold here as long as I can," I said.

"I know, Jack. I know it's a lot hotter when you can delay coming. You're just gonna hold your skin back and keep bumping the rim, right?"

"Yeah," I whispered, my consciousness already altering, with my main attention focused on my penis.

"You gettin' that tickle in the rim yet?" Tim asked, while he continued to knead my scrotum.

"Yeah," I whispered, as my awareness of the outside world began to fade because the sensations in my groin were capturing all of my attention.

"Let me know when it gets tingly, Jack. If you want me to finish you off just drop your hand. I'll bump your rim, or pump your skin, whatever you want." I continued to stroke my foreskin, stretching it back hard on the backstroke and bringing it just far enough to bump the sensitive nerve receptors in my corona on the forward stroke. The tickle in my rim intensified. I stopped.

"It looks very hard and dark to me, Jack. Now you've got a little drop of lube in your teardrop hole. Any second now," he coached me.

"I'm pausing right now," I whispered. "I'm right on the edge and I want to make it last."

"Man, you're really pouring out the lube," Tim said. "I can see your hand and your cock quivering, like you're gonna shoot any second." I resumed stroking lightly, bringing the thick ring of foreskin up to bump my rim.

"Close, close," I whispered, barely hanging on. Tim spoke again:

"I'll take over when you want, and pump you hard for a couple of strokes. Then I'll keep the skin stretched back near the end, `cause I know your tip gets extra-sensitive." I felt the tickle building up and spreading around my rim, inflaming the nerve endings, and now it suddenly turned into a hot tingle.

"NOW! I cried out, dropping my hand from my prick and watching Tim's strong fingers closing around my shaft just behind the rim, sweeping my long thick foreskin up over the helmet in a decisive stroke that triggered my storm as hot sensations poured into the sensitive receptors.

My groin contracted sharply as my sperm boiled up through my tube, and I felt my eyes closing as the sensations became intense, then overpowering. I heard myself crying out helplessly as Tim's eager fingers drew the orgasm from my straining penis. He'd released my scrotum to grasp my prick, and now he was pumping my foreskin eagerly to give me pleasure in my prick. I felt my shaft and helmet throb again as a second torrent of cream rushed up my tube to erupt through the parted lips of my slit.

I cried out again, caught up in the blissful agony of my orgasm, as another rush of sensations filled my groin and I felt another sharp contraction that sent a thick stream of white viscous liquid up my shaft to pour from my tingling helmet.

More shocks followed, more paralyzing sensations that numbed my mind as my body responded and my prick spit more jets into the paper towels. Tim now stripped my foreskin back tightly, stretching its nerve endings, feeding my orgasm. With my eyes closed, I felt the sharp sensations that were almost painful as the paper towels brushed across the front dome of my glans, as Tim caught my streams in the absorbent paper. I sat dazed as my prick continued to dribble, aware only that my orgasm was winding down and that Tim had stopped pumping my foreskin because he knew that my glans had become super-sensitive.

A minute passed, and I was aware only that Tim was holding my subsiding prick, gently rolling the foreskin forward to protect the sensitive tip. I felt his lips against mine, a tender kiss that made my heart jump, and I reached for him, hugging him closely to me. His arms closed around me as he shuffled his chair close to mine, and we held each other for a long time, locked in wordless intimacy.

I finally opened my eyes as I returned to full consciousness. Tim was looking at me tenderly, and we held each other tightly and wordlessly until I broke the silence:

"Wow, Tim, that was wonderful. You did it just right when I started to come, pulling my foreskin all the way up over the head. That really gave me a hot thrill."

"I knew you'd get too sensitive, though, and I stopped stroking you after a few shots. I just held it tight back, the way you'd told me to last time." He kissed me again. "I just loved to feel your cock pounding in my hand while you were shooting your loads."

"I loved to feel your fingers around my penis, Tim. You're so strong, but so gentle." I kissed him on the lips, the cheeks, his ears, and then his neck, clinging to him, feeling the warmth of his body.

"Let's take advantage of the hot tub," Tim said. "I know this place has one because I saw it in the brochure."

"You think it's open right now? It's not the summer season anymore."

"Well, I'll call the front desk and ask," he replied. He picked up the phone and spoke for a few seconds, and listened the rest of the time. When he hung up he turned to me.

"That was the manager. He said the hot tub's still turned on, and that since we're the only ones here we can go in naked if we want."

"Great! Let's grab our bathrobes and get going," I said. It was only a few yards' walk to the hot tub's enclosure, a high slat fence surrounding the tub and walkway. Tim flipped the switch and we watched the water start to bubble as we doffed our robes and got into it. We sat side by side in the bubbling water, fingers wrapped around each other's penis, until we heard a sound outside, and a moment later the manager walked into the enclosure.

"Hi," he said. "Things are slow this afternoon, so I wanted to come around to see how you're doing. I never introduced myself. My name's Greg." He was about 30, with a trim, athletic build that showed clearly through his golf shirt and slacks.

"Well, I'm Tim, and here on my left is Jack," Tim said in reply. "Want to join us, since things are slow?"

"I think I can, since I left Ms. Bundy to watch the front desk." He began to strip off his clothes and sandals, and in a minute stood before us, displaying his package. Greg had a big-headed prick just ahead of a brown circumcision scar and low-hanging scrotum. Tim and I moved apart to make space for Greg.

"Well, then, climb in right between us," Tim said invitingly. Greg walked around behind us and lowered himself feet first, until he was between me and Tim. The contact with his side and legs felt erotic, and I was sure Tim felt it as well. I let my hand drop onto his thigh, and felt his hand moving down my stomach.

"I couldn't see what you had with all the bubbles, Greg said to Tim, but now I can feel you've got a nice helmet on that cock."

"Yours has a big mushroom on it, Greg," Tim answered. His hand had beaten me to Greg's penis. Now I felt Greg's warm fingers close around the end of mine, and he exclaimed:

"Hey, you've got foreskin! I really like that! I wish I had a foreskin on my cock!"

"I like Jack's foreskin too," Tim said. "It's such a turn-on for me. By the way, you're turning me on too."

Greg said: "I can feel that. Your cock's getting hard even as I'm holding it."

"Because you're holding it, Tim answered. I decided to put in my two cents:

"Since we're all turned on, how about a circle jerk? I noticed some towels and pillows on the deck here, and they'll be just right." They didn't say anything in response, but began climbing out of the hot tub. We arranged ourselves facing each other on the pillows, with towels underneath and in front of us. Tim was to my right and Greg to my left.

"Before anybody asks, I brought a bottle of Astroglide with me," Greg said. "I thought we might need it, since you're such hot guys."

How did you know we were hot?" I asked.

"Hell, I heard you moaning inside your cabin while I was walking by a couple of hours ago. One of you was really blasting hard." Greg held out the Astroglide to Tim, who squeezed a few drops onto his helmet. Next, Tim skinned back my foreskin part-way and dribbled a few drops onto my glans.

"Jack's not cut, but he needs a few drops for lubrication," he explained to Greg, who grasped my penis around the end, sliding the foreskin up and down my engorged helmet.

"It feels more comfortable that way," I added. "Now let me lube you up." Tim handed me the bottle and I squirted some on Greg's big mushroom-type glans and spread it with my encircling fingers, hearing Greg moan softly in response before handing over to Tim, who used his familiar rotating stroke on Greg. We began enjoyed our three-way mutual, Greg stroking my foreskin while Tim stroked his penis, and I in turn caressed Tim's well-lubricated prick.

"This happen often, your making it with guests?" I asked.

"Hardly ever," Greg confessed. "Most of the time it's too crowded and I'm too busy."

"What about Ms. Bundy? What if she reports you?" Tim asked.

"What of it? The owner's my brother," Greg laughed.

"How should we come?" Tim asked. "Want to try to come all together or one at a time?"

"It's pretty hard for two guys to time it right," Greg said. "It's harder for three."

"I thought you'd see it that way. What Jack and I do might just work for you, Greg. I like to make him come first because stroking his foreskin's such a turn-on for me. After I make him come with that skin, he does me, and I really blast off when I come. Since you're getting turned on by his foreskin, make Jack come first, and then we can come."

"Sounds like a plan," Greg said, and I felt his stroking increase on my penis. "I really love working that skin up and down, especially on a guy who's got a big helmet like Jack's."

"Oooohh, that's right," I said. "Keep doin' that and you'll have my load pretty damned quick." Greg's fist pumped me faster, and I felt him tightening his grip.

"You're really getting him hot," Tim commented. "Watch when you skin him back. See how his helmet's darker now?" Greg's persistent stroking was building up a tickle in my corona, the precursor to my climax.

"I can feel his helmet's getting harder, even through the skin. He's got a long and thick skin, but I can still feel the shape of the helmet through it," Greg said. My breathing was more rapid now, and I was becoming caught up in the excitement, but I still kept stroking Tim's beautiful penis.

"Your cock's just like Jack's except he's got skin," Greg said to Tim.

"Jack gets pretty turned on strokin' my cock too," Tim responded. `Sometimes, I think he's in love with it."

"I am, Tim, I am," I was able to answer through clenched teeth. The sensations were building up in my penis, and I felt myself rushing headlong to the brink.

"His eyes just closed, Greg," Tim coached him. "That means he's right on the edge. Just remember to skin him back all the way after he shoots a couple of loads." The hot tingle began in my glans, and Greg's next stroke triggered my orgasm. I cried out helplessly as the first hot spasm wracked my insides, sending a burning torrent of life-fluid rushing up my shaft. I felt it slam through the lips of my slit as I took a deep breath, preparing for the second impulse.

Tim said something, but I didn't understand him because all my attention was focused on my throbbing prick as a second thudding contraction that blew another gush of cream into my prick. I cried out again as the hot stream jetted from my helmet, and felt Greg twist my foreskin around my throbbing head.

My third jet erupted from my straining tip, and now I felt Greg's trembling, encircling fingers strip my foreskin right back off the head, stretching the nerve endings to trigger my fourth crisis. I was moaning helplessly, straining in orgasm, my mind paralyzed under the overpowering effects of my orgasm.

I felt several weaker spasms inside me as my orgasm faded, and after a dazed minute, I realized that although I was still grasping Tim's prick, I'd stopped stroking. I opened my eyes to see both of them staring at me.

"Man, that was a wild come," Greg said admiringly. "I really enjoyed feeling your cock throb and seeing that hot cream bursting out of that big purple helmet." Greg wiped the front of my glans with the corner of a towel and then pulled my foreskin forward. Tim was now steadily stroking Greg's penis, and I resumed working on Tim's, giving him the hot twisting strokes I knew he loved. Each time I brought my fist down, I pressed my finger into the gee-string under the head, knowing that this would fuel his fire. Greg came first, though. His scrotum was tight against his body and his eyes closed as the first spasm overtook him, and he howled in joyous release as Tim's firm fingers pumped the first stream from his prick.

Tim's fist flew over Greg's glans, giving him the hot twisting strokes that inevitably enhanced sensation, bringing fort another torrent that burst from the lips of his straining head. Greg's jaw dropped as if he were paralyzed, and animal sounds came from his throat with each gush of thick cream that poured from his straining prick.

I was still stroking Tim's penis, but not as quickly because I wanted his mind clear to give Greg a hot come, not numbed by the neural shocks of orgasm. Tim was still a minute away from his climax, I thought, and I'd stretch it out until Greg had recovered from his orgasm so that he could witness it and enjoy it vicariously.

Greg's next discharge was weaker, almost a dribble, and the next one definitely was a dribble as his tanks emptied. He was still in the throes of his excitement, the mindless limbo of joy that overwhelms the consciousness when orgasm occurs. Tim' had slowed his strokes, aware that the end was near, and soon Greg's slit was just oozing, and then stopped. Tim dabbed at it with a towel, and then let Greg's softening penis flop down over his sac.

I was still stroking Tim, but had stopped caressing his gee-string to avoid premature discharge. Now I resumed, knowing that I could have Tim's load whenever I wished because he was already primed from having watched my orgasm and having brought on Greg's spasms. He was very aroused, his turgid helmet engorged with blood, awaiting the spasms of release. When Greg opened his eyes he fixed them avidly on Tim's prick, enjoying the sight of the hard member and my stroking fingers.

"Want to see what gets Tim off?" I asked Greg. "Just watch what running my thumb over his rim and my finger into the hot spot under the head does." I began using the two-finger grip on Tim's lubricated prick, snapping my thumb hard over his ridge as I pressed my index finger into the triangular groove to caress his gee-string. Tim's body tensed and then he began moaning loudly:

"Ah-HAH! Ah-HAH!" His balls were tight but his eyes remained open, fixed on his turgid prick and the two-finger stimulation I was using on his hard, swollen helmet. Tim's hands tightened into fists and the cords stood out in his neck as I brought him up the slope to the brink.

"With an explosive "HAH!" he tumbled into the free-fall of his orgasm. The fingers of my left hand, clasping the base of his shaft, felt the pulse in his tube an instant before his swollen helmet throbbed hard against my thumb and forefinger. A thick white rope of man-cream shot from the slit, arcing into the air before falling onto the towel. His prick pulsed again, and his second jet erupted from his turgid purple helmet. Now I used a full grip and twisted my fist around his thick flaring rim, sending him into another spasm of release.

Tim shot several more times, his jets weakening, moaning all the while, until he was drained. It was then I noticed that Greg had been clasping my prick all the time, stretching and twisting my foreskin.

"I really get off on foreskin," Greg said with a shy smile.

"That's okay, Greg. You're not the only one," I said as I wiped Tim's collapsing penis with the towel. He does too."

Tim looked at us as he recovered from the shock of his orgasm.

"Wow, that was nice, makin' it with you guys."

"That was nice for me, too," Greg said as he began to dress. "I really appreciate you guys inviting me to the party."

"Well, we're both glad you could make it," I said. "It went better with you here."

"Yeah, thanks for coming," Tim said as Greg walked out of the enclosure, presumably to get back to work. We walked back to our cabin.

"Let's get some sleep," he said. "I know it's just late afternoon, but we did a lot today." He led me to the bedroom, and we lay together on our backs, holding each other's pricks. I felt like lying on my side, and rolled away from him. Then I felt him snuggle up behind me, chest, abdomen, and legs pressed against mine, his arm reaching over me to clasp my penis. I dropped my arm behind me, reaching for his warmth, and my fingers closed around it. Just before I fell asleep I heard him murmur in my ear:

"Good night, lover."

It was dark outside when we awoke, and I was surprised to find us in exactly the same positions we'd assumed several hours ago. I felt the warmth of his penis between my fingers, and I knew his fingers were still wrapped around mine. I felt Tim stir, and a few seconds later he said:

"I love waking up this way, your hand on my cock and my fingers around yours. Your cock feels so beautiful." His fingers began sliding my foreskin gently, barely enough to give me friction on the glans, and I squeezed his helmet in return.

"I like feeling yours too, Tim. I think your prick is beautiful. It's so warm, and I love feeling it swell when I squeeze it."

"That feels so good when you squeeze my helmet. It gives me a thrill deep inside with every squeeze."

"We haven't done Princeton yet today, and I know how much you love that," I said. "Feel like doing it now?"

"Oh, yeah, Jack. Both our cocks are gettin' stiff because we have to pee, and that's gonna make it more intense.

"You go between my thighs, Tim. You told me how you enjoy those pelvic thrusts, and I know you get a hot thrill handling my prick, so I think that'll be the best for both of us."

"You're right, Jack. "Sliding your foreskin gets me really excited, and when I can pump my cock between your legs that's just perfect for me. I'll get us a towel from the bathroom." Ho got up and came back with a towel, which he spread on my side of the bed when I got up to get a condom from my kit. Then he sat on the towel.

"Here, let me put the condom on you," I suggested. "You really enjoyed that last time." Tim's penis was standing at a 45-degree angle, a sure sign of his arousal.

"I just love the way your cock swings from side to side when you move," he commented as I squirted some Astroglide into the condom and placed it on the blunt front dome of his helmet.

"I saw the way your prick was swinging when you came back with the towel," I said as I began to unroll the condom down his helmet and shaft.

"We both have those heavy-ended cocks, Jack." He sighed as I finished unrolling the condom, leaving the tight ring around the base of his shaft.

"Nature was good to us," I said as I lay down on the bed and he shifted to get behind me. "Now I'll lift my thigh and let you slip in."

"Okay, here I go," he said as I felt him move closer to me, his abdomen against my butt as I felt his thick penis slide under my perineum. I lowered my leg and felt him begin thrusting slowly as his hand came over me to clasp my prick.

"That feels good," I said.

"Man, I just love slidin' that skin because I can feel your big helmet inside it. Feel my cock slidin' between your legs?"

"Yeah, Tim, your big helmet's bumping my balls each time you thrust." Tim's warm fingers were lovingly manipulating my foreskin, now sliding, now twisting it over the swollen glans.

"We needed that sleep," he commented. "We're pretty rested now, and this should be really hot for both of us."

"I feel pretty good, too. I'm sure you'll be able to give me a super orgasm with those magic fingers of yours."

"I love to feel your thick rim through the skin, Jack. I can feel the groove behind it, too." I felt his fingers probing behind my flaring corona, digging into the groove. Now he shifted his grip, cupping the front of my prick and slipping his index fingers into the pucker of my foreskin.

"I'm gonna go inside your foreskin. I know how you like that bare-headed contact, and I'll be able to feel that smooth head directly." His finger probed into the tunnel of my foreskin, and I felt the first sharp contact against my slit, which made me gasp.

"Ooooohh! I felt that!" I exclaimed. "That finger touch of yours is so sexy."

"Your cock-head's really well lubed, Jack. I can tell you're hot because you're leaking so much lube." His finger traced small circles around my meatus, spreading the lubricant seeping from my hole. I sighed again.

"That's just heavenly, Tim. I love feeling your finger inside my foreskin, and your prick between my thighs."

"I'm gonna go all around your helmet under the skin, Jack. Just relax and see how it feels."

"Go ahead and explore it all you want, Tim. You know it's sending me into seventh heaven." His fingertip probed deeper, circling my corona, and then working down to the hot spot under the head.

"I can feel the way your rim flares, and now I'm in that deep groove under the head. How does that feel?" His finger pressed into the triangular groove under my glans, hitting my hot spot."

"Oooohhhh!" I moaned, enjoying the hot shock of sensation that spread into my glans and down my shaft. I noticed that Tim's thrusting was faster now, and I knew that he was getting caught up in the excitement.

"It gives me such a thrill to play with your foreskin, Jack. I'm so glad you enjoy it and let me do what I want with it." Now his finger was twirling around my swollen helmet, awash with lubricant, and the sensations were pouring into my penis.

"I told you before, my prick and foreskin love the attention. I'm really glad you're so much into foreskin."

"I can feel your helmet gettin' less spongy now, the surface is harder." Tim was really into it himself, because he was now thrusting quickly into me, and his breathing was faster and more shallow.

"You're gettin' excited too, Tim. I think you're gonna come pretty soon." I was sure he was in the final stages, unable to stop or slow himself because the urge was now irresistible.

"Not before I make you come, Jack." He withdrew his finger and began a hard pumping of my foreskin over the hot swollen glans, exciting the nerve endings, fueling my fire, and bringing me inexorably closer to the point of no return. Both of us were breathing quickly now, and I felt his body slamming against mine as he pumped even faster.

"Close," I murmured as I felt his fist pump my foreskin in long strokes, drawing it back to snap into the deep groove behind my flaring rim, and then immediately pulling it forward to compress my rim as it began its long downhill slide to engulf my swollen glans once more.

"Go for it, Jack!" he shouted as his fist tightened on my penis. I felt a tickle begin in my corona, spreading with each stroke.

"I'm getting that tickle in the rim," I whispered as my eyes closed. His fist flew faster over my straining prick, urging the expulsion of my semen, and then the tickle in the head became a hot tingle that exploded, sending a hard shock of sensation down my shaft as I cried out in ecstasy. My last clear thought was to press my index finger into the triangular groove under Tim's helmet as it thrust between my thighs to trigger his climax.

We both grunted and moaned mindlessly as our orgasms swept through us, our bodies straining against each other, locked in the bliss of mutual climax. I felt his penis throb against my body as the hot semen boiled out of my prick, spraying the towel in front of me. I cried out again, helpless as I was locked in his grip, and he was stroking my prick to another ejaculation and pumping his straining penis between my thighs. I felt his prick throb against my perineum and my fingertip, as it released another torrent of hot fluid that made the condom bulge against my finger.

I heard his mindless moans in my ear as his body shot another load uncontrollably, filling the condom. Tim's fingers still gripped my engorged penis, whipping my tight foreskin over the compound curves of my straining glans, urging another spasm to drive the liquid from my prick. Through the fog of my orgasm I realized that we were united both in body and spirit, struggling together as the frenzy ripped through us.

Now we were still, feeling the last weak throbs deep inside us, as the residue of our discharges seeped from our slits. Tim's body was tight against mine, and I enjoyed the animal warmth of the contact. I was sure his eyes were closed as mine were, because his orgasm had been so torrid, and so exhausting.

Several minutes later Tim broke the silence:

"You getting hungry?"

"I think so," I answered tentatively. We should get up and shower, and then decide if we want to eat." Tim released his grip on me and we both got up. I took the towel, flooded with my creamy discharges, with me and dropped it under the sink. We relaxed under the shower's hot spray, enjoying the water coursing down our bodies.

"Now my cock's soft enough so I can empty my bladder," Tim said, and I watched the yellow stream begin at the end of his helmet, stimulated by the hot water sluicing down his prick.

"I'm pretty full, too," I said as Tim's fingers clasped my foreskin and pushed it up to bare my glans.

"There, that water flowing on your bare helmet will get you started." I felt a spasm deep inside me as the reflex kicked in, and a second later I felt the urine distending my urethra as it flowed down my penis. As the flow started, Tim quickly pulled my foreskin down and pinched the end to trap it, until we both saw my foreskin balloon with the pressure. He released his grip and a thick yellow gush poured from my foreskin's pucker.

"I like the way that feels, the way you like playing with my foreskin," I breathed as Tim's fingers pinched the end of my foreskin again. When it was completely distended, he let go, only to pinch it again after the trapped fluid had gushed out of the end. He repeated this cycle several times as we both emptied ourselves, and then drew my foreskin up until it snapped into the deep groove and locked behind my flaring rim.

"I like the way your foreskin locks back, even when you're soft," he said. I picked up the soap and began working it over his muscular body, producing a lather.

"Here, you rinse off while you soap me," I said as we traded places under the shower head. I felt his strong fingers rubbing the bar of soap again my skin, working down between my legs, and then we changed places again. When we were both rinsed thoroughly I turned off the water. As we dried ourselves, we decided to go out to eat. The only restaurant open at that time was Chinese, but this was no problem, as we both liked Chinese food.

"You know I've gotta leave tomorrow morning," Tim said as we ate. I was able to take Friday off to drive here, but I've got to be at work Monday morning."

"What time you planning on leaving?" I asked as Tim munched his way around a rib.

"Oh maybe around ten. The Sunday traffic won't be as heavy as it was on Friday, and anyway it doesn't matter what time I get home tomorrow night, as long as I'm at work Monday morning."

"Then we'll still have a couple of hours to ourselves in the morning," I suggested.

"We will, but I've got something to tell you right now. You've been telling me I ought to find somebody my age. Remember I'd told you of my friends who wanted to fix me up with this guy? Well, I got to meet him. He's a year younger than I am, and he's into foreskin restoration. You know how I've always resented having been circumcised, but never did anything about it. This guy's been doing foreskin stretching exercises, and it's working. He's already got his helmet half covered when he's limp.

"That's really good, Tim. It sounds like this guy is really good for you."

He is, Jack. He's also got a big helmet, like mine, and he likes to do the same things. This looks like it might work out, long-term."

"This looks like you're going to be very compatible, Tim. You've got the same interests, and I really hope it works out for you." We finished eating and went back to our cabin, walking through the dark streets that were already becoming chilly. Inside, we stripped for bed.

"I really enjoyed this weekend with you, Jack. I'm really glad at how you took the news that I found someone else." He struggled to get his boots off.

"That's no problem, Tim. I've been telling you that you should find someone who can make a more meaningful companion than I ever could." I was naked now, and climbed into bed, where Tim joined me a moment later. We lay face to face, groins pressed together, and I hugged him to me.

"I can feel the warmth of your cock against mine," he murmured.

"Me, too," I replied. "It feels very nice."

"We'll have to have another hot time in the morning, Jack. This weekend's been perfect for me, and I hope it was the same for you."

"I've enjoyed every weekend with you, Tim. You're smart, you're tender, you're sexy, you're a really nice guy, do I have to go on?" Tim's hand snaked between us, clasping my penis.

"You've got a foreskin, Jack. That really turned me on, but you already know that. You must be tired of hearing me say it."

I never get tired of hearing it. My prick never gets tired of being touched, either."

"Yeah, Jack, you've told me: It loves the attention." His fingers began sliding my foreskin back and forth in short strokes, but I was too tired to respond. I clasped Tim's penis and we dropped off to sleep that way.

We awoke on opposite sides of the bed, and when I reached for him I found that his penis was as hard as mine. I clasped it, and asked him:

"Well, how should we do it this morning? We've got a couple of hours before you have to leave."

"I want to take my time, this time. I'd like it to last, so let's go and pee first." I followed him to the bathroom, where I stood beside him at the sink. I held his penis, waiting for his erection to soften enough so that his sphincter would relax. After a minute, mine was subsiding, and he grasped it, gently sliding my foreskin back until it snapped into the groove behind my corona.

"I think I'm gonna go before you," I murmured. "I'm pretty soft right now, and I can feel the pressure."

"Go ahead, Jack. If you can go, then go. Meanwhile, I want to look at your naked helmet. I like your foreskin, but the best part is that I can push it back to see your beautiful tip."

"Okay, here it comes," I said as the first drops parted the lips of my slit, and within seconds I had a steady stream.

"That's what I like to see, Jack. Every time you pee, the lips of your slit part in a really sexy way."

"Yeah, the pressure of the stream separates them, pushes them wide open. The same thing happens to you, though, and your slit's longer than mine." As I spoke, I felt Tim's light finger pressure on my corona, working around my rim, adding a subtle stimulation that made my urination more pleasurable.

"I really like running my finger around your helmet," he said. I began tracing his prominent rim with my index finger.

"Yours feels nice too," I offered as I saw his stream begin with a couple of tentative drops. "Go ahead, let it go now."

Tim's finger suddenly pinched off my urethra, pressing underneath my shaft. The sudden jolt of sensation made me shudder.

"I knew that would do something to you, Jack. I sometimes pinch myself off, because it's a very pleasant sensation." I pressed my fingertip into the underside of his shaft, cutting off his flow, and then releasing it just enough to let out a few drops.

"Then I know you're enjoying this," I said. I alternated between pressure and release, letting a few drops flow each time, knowing that this was as arousing to him as it was to me.

"Now I'm gonna pinch your helmet right at the end," he said, grasping the front dome of my glans with thumb and forefinger, applying a steady pressure that prevented any liquid from flowing. I cupped his scrotum with my other hand, feeling the slackness that showed he wasn't fully aroused yet. Now I felt him release the pressure and watched a short stream drop into the sink before he pinched my glans again.

"Like this?" I asked as I pressed a finger into his perineum to compress his urethra, releasing his penis at the same moment. A few drops flowed into the sink.

"It feels different, being pinched off back there. I guess you've had a lot of practice doing this." I let him flow for a couple of seconds and then increased my finger pressure.

"I've done it a few times, mainly to myself, though," I responded.

"Well, I'm glad that this time you're doing it to me."

"Now I'll just let it flow. You really need to drain yourself," I said. I released the pressure and continued to hold his penis, to direct his stream down the drain. When his stream had slackened he released my glans and let me drain myself, keeping his gentle fingers around my helmet to maintain the aim.

"We're just dribbling now, he said a few seconds later. I'll milk you down to get the last drops out." He began running his fingertip along my urethra, starting behind my sac and working his way up to the triangular groove under my glans. I did the same for him, milking out his residue until the last drop appeared, poised between the lips of his slit. I dabbed at Tim's slit with a piece of toilet paper to catch the drip. Tim pulled my foreskin forward, squeezing to force out the last drop, which seeped under my thick fleshy hood.

"Just let me wipe with some toilet paper, Tim, or that last drop will stay under my foreskin." I grasped my hood and drew it back to bare the front dome of my wet glans. "See. I'll just have to wipe the front of the helmet."

"I guess you have to watch for that every time you pee," he said. "I'll have to learn to do that when I grow back my foreskin."

"Yeah, that's just a minor point, but you'll have to do it to avoid wetting your underwear."

"I guess cut guys have an easier time peeing," he said. "At least they don't have to worry about piss going under their foreskins."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they pee easier or keep their underwear cleaner. Lots of cut guys just don't bother to milk it down after they pee, and they have a few drops inside, and they seep out after they put it away. You've gotta be careful, not just depend on not having a foreskin."

"I know you're right, Jack. I did that a few times, zipping up before I'd milked out the last drops, and I've seen lots of cut guys do the same every day. If they're sloppy that way, their pants start to smell after a few days."

"Let's get some coffee," I suggested. They've got a coffee machine in this suite and we've never used it. I think there's enough coffee for all morning."

"Good idea, Jack. I feel like some right now. The coffee will wake us up." We went into the kitchen, still naked, and Tim sat down while I prepared the coffee and set out the cups and sugar.

"We both use sugar, right?" I asked.

"I guess so. Just as long as it's black and hot." It took a couple of minutes for the hot water to drip through the filter, during which we sat and talked.

"Jack, you said you have to use Astroglide to lube your foreskin. Is that always necessary?"

"No, not really. I have to use it, but other guys don't. The reason I have to is that the doctor cut all of the inner lining off when he circumcised me. The inner lining is what produces smegma, which is the natural lubricant for the foreskin. Other guys who still have some inner lining find that they start producing smegma as soon as they've got partial coverage, and their foreskins stay lubricated after that."

"Any idea about whether I'll be able to produce that natural lube?"

"Well, you weren't cut as tightly as I was. I think you were done with a Gomco clamp, judging from the thick brown scar ring on your shaft. Also, it's about an inch behind the helmet, and that means you have an inch of inner lining left. That should produce smegma once it's covering your glans." The coffee was ready now, and I rose to pour it.

"How long do you think it'll take me to regrow my foreskin?"

"It's hard to say, but most guys take between one and four years. A lot depends on how persistent you are, and a lot depends on how much coverage you want. Remember, even some natural guys have foreskins that cover half the head or less."

"I want a full foreskin, with overhang, like yours!" Tim said emphatically.

"Well, then, the bad news is that it's gonna take longer than if you just wanted coverage without overhang. The good news is that you'll have full coverage but the overhang is gonna take longer. This will be a test of how motivated you are."

"Bart, the guy I told you about, already has enough to cover his rim. He's been doing it only a few months."

"Well, follow his lead and use him for inspiration. I think this should really be a bonding experience for you two. You'll both be working on a common project; restoring the foreskins that were taken from you. I think that's a solid basis for a relationship, even though it's a bit unusual." We'd been sipping our coffee during this conversation and now I rose to top up our cups.

"I can't wait until Barry's got enough foreskin for me to do this to him" Tim said as he reached out to take my long foreskin nipple between two fingers, gently rolling it. It was a pleasant sensation, made more enriching by knowing that Tim found my foreskin very erotic, and I felt myself beginning to swell. I leaned forward slightly to clasp his helmet between two fingers, applying the rhythmic squeezing that had proven so effective in arousing him.

"You'll be even happier when you've got enough so he can do the same thing to you."

"I'd really like a cock like this, so versatile, with a foreskin I could slip back or keep forward. It's so sexy to be able to slide that skin back to see the helmet."

"I think the best part about it will be that you'll be able to see the outline of your helmet through the skin. Nature was good to you, Tim. She gave you a really sexy helmet, something you can be proud of the rest of your life."

"I know what you mean, Jack. Yours is like that too. Your skin's pretty thick, but I can always see the shape of the helmet through it."

"I guess Barry's helmet makes his penis heavy-ended, too, like yours and mine." The combination of fondling each other's pricks and the content of our conversation had made us fully hard now, and we were no longer looking at each other's faces but at each other's groins.

"Yeah, Jack. His cock swings back and forth in a sexy way that reminds me of yours. He's even got that big vein on the right side, just like yours." I kept squeezing Tim's helmet, until I saw a drop of clear fluid parting the lips of his slit.

"I guess we need more coffee," I said as I slowly rose, giving Tim time to release my penis.

"How old were you when you first beat off?" he asked.

"I was twelve. What about you?"

"I was the same age. I've never given up masturbating. I'm really into it. Even when I was married I loved to beat off. My wife never caught me, and I think she would never have understood it." I sat down again, and we reached for each other's erections again.

"Well, it gets back to men being able to stroke another man better than most women. Your hand feels better on my prick than my ex-wives' hands."

"That's why I think I'll be able to sustain a permanent relationship with a man. I won't be missing anything. We can beat off together, beat each other off, and do a lot of other things together because we're into cocks, Jack. I don't think women are into cocks the way we are. They just think of cocks as a tool to satisfy them."

"Yeah, Tim, that's for sure. You and I are into pricks, our own and each other's." Several more drops had seeped from Tim's long slit, and now I used my fingertip to spread the clear liquid around the front dome of his helmet in small circles.

"Oh, Jack," he moaned as he pulled me to my feet and held me tightly to him, with our hands between us holding on to each other.

"You're really a hot guy, Tim," I murmured in his ear before kissing it.

"You're hot too, Jack. I like holding your cock, and it's heaven when you hold mine. You always get me so excited."

"You excite me too, Tim. You can see what you always do to me." I kissed his neck and worked down to his shoulder. Tim was running his free hand down my back.

"I can feel what I'm doing to you," he said, giving my prick a squeeze.

"Let's finish our coffee, Tim. We're not in that much of a hurry. Let's make this one last." I felt Tim pulling away from me, releasing my penis as he sat down. I let his go and sat down as well.

"This is so hot and sexy because I know what you're feeling when I stroke your cock, and I guess you know what I'm feeling too." Tim stared hard at my face as he spoke.

"That's what makes it mutual, Tim. We share the same sensations. That's a real turn-on for me." I rose to pour more coffee.

"I don't think I can take my time, Jack. My bladder's filling up now. How's yours?"

"I'm the same way, Tim. I think we both need to cream." We drank our coffee quickly and went into the bedroom again, sitting facing each other with a towel between us.

"I think I'm not gonna need to use Albolene, Jack. I'm leaking so much that I'm all lubed."

"No, you're wet enough," I said as I slid my fist all the way down his shaft, squeezing the base, and then up again, giving the prominent corona a twist that made Tim shudder.

"Good thing we're both into masturbation, Jack. You know, safe sex and all that. Masturbation's pretty safe." He was now stroking my foreskin in long, sensual, loving strokes, bumping it over my rim and compressing the nerve endings, running it down to the end of the helmet, before drawing it back all the way.

"I'll go for that, Tim. We can have safe sex and enjoy what we're doing too. That's really sexy."

"Jack, I wanna make you shoot first, okay? I'm really hot right now, but I wanna see and feel your cock pumping out its loads right in my hand."

"Okay, but think you'll pop your load while you're making me shoot mine?"

"That's okay if I do, but you don't have to keep strokin' me while I'm doin' you. I think I can hold off if you don't stroke me." I dropped my hand from Tim's penis and concentrated on enjoying the erotic sensations he was pouring into my prick.

"Okay, Tim, just stroke me. Your magic fingers can make me come now."

"Sure, Jack, just relax and enjoy it. I'm gonna make your cream. Just relax and wait for your cock-head to start throbbing."

"I know you're pretty hot, Tim. I can see how your balls are tight against your body."

"You're very hot. Your balls are always tight, but your cock-head's not always this dark purple. It's hard, too. I can feel it through the skin." Tim was giving me the same long slow strokes as he spoke, concentrating on enhancing my sensations until I would be spewing helplessly in his hands.

"Oooooohhhh, This is really reaching me, Tim. Those slow strokes are getting me all hot. I don't know how long I can hold out."

"Just let it happen, Jack. I'm goin' nice and slow now, just skinning you back so I can see that purple helmet and how dark it is. It's really leaking too, like mine." Tim's hand slowed further, drawing out the sensations to keep me from spurting uncontrollably that moment.

Now I'm gonna pull that skin right back off the head, Jack. I'll keep it pulled tight the way you showed me, because I know that's gonna keep you from comin' too fast. See how I'm doin' it? I'm pullin' it back and now I'm bumpin' your ridge a little. That makin' your ridge tickle a bit?"

"Oh, yeah, Tim, I'm getting that sexy tickle right on the back face of my rim." I'd begun to shudder with the exquisite sensations that Tim's magic fingers were giving me, and I remained poised right below the threshold of orgasm.

"Your helmet's so big and wet, Jack. It's so shiny now that it's swollen and wet. You're still leakin' lube."

"I'm right on the edge, Tim, right on the edge," I whispered as my eyes closed. The tickle in my corona had intensified, and I knew that I couldn't stay at that point much longer. Now I felt Tim's finger touching the front dome of my glans.

"Your helmet's so hard, Jack. I can feel how hard it is. It's really dark, too."

"Ooooohhh," I moaned, filled with sensation. I was in limbo, waiting for the unleashing of my explosion as Tim slowly bumped my rim, and then pulled back hard on the thick fleshy ring to stretch the nerve endings within.

"Let's go for it now!" he said, and I felt a hard bump against my rim. His fingertip moved down and pressed the sweet spot under my glans, triggering my deluge.

I cried out loudly and helplessly as I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin deep inside me. I felt the hot boiling torrent pouring into my tube and searing its way up my prick as Tim stretched my foreskin back hard. The jet spewed from the distended lips of my slit as I felt him pump my foreskin all the way up to envelop my glans in its warmth.

I cried out in joyful agony as Tim jerked my foreskin back hard and a second hot heavy jet started up my tube. My breathing was ragged, and a hot tingle spread all over my body. I tumbled helplessly into the free-fall of orgasm, aware only of the delicious sensations in my groin.

My cock-root contracted sharply again, sending another gush of cream through my prick to pour out between us. Now Tim jacked my foreskin up over the head for the last time and yanked it back sharply just as another hot spasm wracked my groin. I grunted mindlessly, totally captivated by the hot sensations Tim was giving me, aware only that I was draining myself completely in his hands.

The next contraction wasn't as strong, and the next weaker yet. I knew that I was still jetting, but any second the jets would turn into dribbles as my orgasm tapered off. Finally, the last throb gripped my prick and I began to relax, sinking rapidly into the mindless daze that follows climax.

Tim was holding me tightly, kissing my cheek and neck. I heard him murmuring in my ear but I was so dazed that I couldn't quite understand him. As my mind cleared, I became aware of what he was saying:

"I'm so glad I was able to give you that orgasm. I really enjoyed it, watching you come, hearing you groan, feeling your big helmet throb in my hand. That really brings us together, giving each other thrills like that." I turned my head and kissed him on the lips as I wrapped my arms around him, and we fell over onto the bed clinging tightly to each other. I was aware of his hard staff between us, and as soon as I could speak I said:

"Thanks a lot for that, Tim. You really gave me a hot one. Now I want to do the same for you." I reached between us, clasping my fingers around his wet and slippery prick, still dripping with lubricant from his long slit. I pushed myself upright and pulled him with me, so that we were once more sitting facing each other.

"Sure you're recovered enough, Jack?"

"I think so, Tim. Now I want to hold that beautiful prick of yours and caress that sexy helmet, make it get harder and darker, press my fingers into your hot spot under the head, until you're shooting your load for me." I began slow strokes up and down the entire length of his penis, using light pressure and avoiding twisting my fist, in order to keep him at the edge as long as possible.

"I know you're really hot, Tim, and you're ready to come. Just relax and let me do you at my speed because the longer your build-up, the hotter it's gonna be for you when I make you explode."

"Okay, Jack, I did it that way for you, and you really exploded when you came. Your hand feels so good on my cock."

"I know how hot you are," I told him. "Your balls are so tight, and your helmet's already dark. I can feel how hard it is when I slide my fingers over it, and you're leaking so much I know we won't need any Albolene."

"You're right, I'm leakin' more than I ever did, Jack. I'm just so hot from strokin' you off with your thick foreskin that it won't take me long to come now."

"Oh, Ted, that would be nice but I want to keep you on the edge for as long as I can so that when you shoot, you'll really blast off. This is probably gonna be your last orgasm with me, and I want to make it memorable." I slowed my caresses on Tim's straining prick, so as not to risk triggering his climax.

"Okay, Jack, but let me relax as much as possible, then." Tim lay down supine, his arms spread out, as I held his penis upright, the glorious helmet dark and inviting my touches.

"You have a really handsome penis," I said as I clasped it at the base with my left hand and gently caressed around the helmet's rim with my right index finger. "I can keep you going with these light fingertip touches for a pretty long time."

"Ooooohh, Jack, that feels so good. I know I'm in good hands." Now I traced the groove behind his flaring corona with my finger.

"You're pretty sensitive there, too, I know. I'm gonna hit all of your nerve endings before I let you come." Now I began running my fingertip lightly around his front dome, spreading the seeping lubricant in small circles and swiping across the long lips of his slit.

"That's so nice, Jack, it's such a good sensation," he whispered.

"Your helmet feels so smooth, Tim, especially when it's got all that lube running out of your slit."

"That tickles, Jack. You're givin' me a tickling feeling right at the tip."

"I'm gonna stay away from your rim and the gee-string for awhile, Tim, because I don't want you to come yet. Just relax and enjoy what I'm doin' to you." Tim's face was flushed now, and his breathing was becoming ragged. His scrotum was very tight, evidence that he was close.

"I can feel how hard the helmet is right now. It's really dark, too, especially around the rim. You're leaking so much lube some of it's running down your shaft." I swept my finger around his shaft right behind the rim and worked the clear slippery liquid into the scar ring.

"Ohh, that's sensitive there, too," he whispered. He'd propped his head up with a pillow, and was avidly watching what I was doing, taking in every delicate stroke along his penis.

"You're really sexy, Tim, and you've got such a sexy prick. That really turns me on, especially when you start to come." Now I was tracing the flaring rim once more, following its delicate contours and working on its nerve endings.

"What you're doing to me is sexy," gasped Tim. I knew he was slipping inexorably toward the edge, and that I could have his load with just a flick of my finger in the right spot.

"If you can keep your eyes open this time," I said, "you can watch yourself come. I know you get off watching my big helmet shooting, and I'm sure watching yours will turn you on even more." I kept gently massaging his corona, keeping my touch light to maintain him at that level of arousal.

"Okay, Jack, I'm ready. Make me come!" His legs were trembling and I saw that his stomach muscles were clenched. I began a quick back and forth stroke, thumb on top to flick his rim while my index fingers pressed into his gee-string underneath. His eyes widened, staring fixedly on his beautiful purple helmet as the rush of sensations overtook him.

"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as his sensations mounted quickly. Then I felt a pulse in the base of his shaft and an instant later his hot hard helmet throbbed between my fingers as the first thick white jet spewed from his long slit, slamming through the lips and spraying onto his stomach.

"Go for it, Tim!" I urged as I flicked his rock-hard rim faster, compressing the nerve endings to feed him sensations. His prick throbbed again, shooting a rope of cream that arced high in the air. Tim was grunting passionately, caught up in the fury of his orgasm, eyes fixed on his beautiful glans that I was massaging intently, and I realized that now he needed another level of stimulation. I quickly wrapped my fingers around his hot helmet and gave him a twisting up-stroke, followed by a down-stroke twisted in the other direction, and this made his hips lift off the bed in a hard thrust, driving the length of his spewing prick through my fingers.

His helpless cry filled the room as my fist flew over his throbbing prick, and he shot another hot load into the air. The long lips of his slit gaped wide as the torrent of sperm parted them, and he fell back upon the bed as I brought my fist up, twisting it again to give his corona a sideways swipe.

"HAAAHHHH!" he cried out again, and I felt his prick pulse in my encircling fingers as another jet flew from the lids of his cock-eye. I brought my fist down and saw a weaker jet fly from the end of his straining prick. When I brought my fist up again, a longer gush erupted, but without the velocity of previous ones. He was still pulsing, but now he was dribbling.

A few more gentle strokes brought him right to the end, and now his prick was throbbing but only seeping, the white fluid having turned clear as he had emptied his tanks. I stopped stroking, and now dabbed at the tender lips of his slit with the towel, catching the juice and working my way down his shaft to absorb the excess.

Tim was very still, dazed by the violence of his orgasm, and I let his softening prick down onto his stomach. He looked at me tenderly as I leaned down to kiss him on the lips. Many minutes later, I led him to the shower, and we wordlessly enjoyed the warm water sluicing down our bodies.

After we'd dried each other, I made more coffee. We both had to get on the road, but Tim had to drive over twice as far as I did.

"I wonder if we'll see each other again?" I mused. "I know this has been fun, but now you've got Barry to fill your life, and frankly, he's more suited to you than I am."

"Well, we'll see," he said. "It's too early to tell, no matter how good it looks right now."

"I wish you the best, you know," and I lifted my cup in a silent toast.

"I know you do, Jack. Whatever happens, I'll never forget you."

"Send me a card at Christmas?" I laughed.

"That's a promise." We got up and began packing, which took only a few minutes, and then we were ready to leave. Outside, we loaded our vehicles and then stood between them for a quick farewell. There was nobody in sight, so we embraced and kissed goodbye.

The end