NOTE: This is a sequel to "Weekend with Tim," in which I'd visited him, and in the following episodes he comes to stay with me. Despite the difference in our ages, we'd become very attracted to each other, enjoying an intense emotional relationship as well as hot sex.
Visit from Tim, Part 1 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
My heart almost skipped a beat when I read Tim's e-mail. He was due for vacation next week and planned to drive out to stay with me for a few days. I got busy and began to clean the house, something I usually do without enthusiasm but with a sense of duty, as I wanted it impeccable for his arrival. I didn't stockpile any food, as I wasn't sure if we'd be eating at home or dining out.
Tim had told me that he'd be arriving late Tuesday afternoon, and I sat in my kitchen reading a book while waiting for him. I knew that I'd be able to see his truck pulling into my driveway from the window. Shortly before five, I saw his black Dodge Ram, which he called his "Cowboy Cadillac," pull in and stop.
"Hi, Tim," I said as I ran outside to greet him and to help him carry his luggage.
"Hey, Jack, good to see you again," he said. I grabbed a suitcase he was pulling from behind the seat, and he picked up another one, ready to follow me inside.
"No need to lock your truck," I said. "It's a pretty safe neighborhood." He slipped his keys into the pocket of his jeans as we went in.
"Come on back," I said. "We might as well put your stuff in the bedroom right now." We placed the cases along the wall and I turned to hug him.
"Hi, Jack, I'm really glad to see you," he murmured as we hugged tightly. I smelled the pleasant warmth of his body as I embraced him, and I lightly kissed him on the neck.
"I'm glad you're here," I responded. "I've been thinking about you all week."
"So have I, Jack. Each night I've fallen asleep thinking about you."
"If you were thinking sexual thoughts, I'm not at all surprised. I've had them too," I replied.
"It's hard to avoid sexual thoughts when thinking about you," he said. "You're pretty hot." I squeezed him more tightly and replied:
"You're hot and sexy yourself, Tim. Each night I fell asleep holding my prick and imagining it was your hand."
"That was nice, back then," he continued. "When you stayed with me, we held each other's pricks every night. I'd never done that with a guy before I met you."
"I don't think I did, either. I'd never slept with a guy before, I mean sleeping the whole night."
"That was very nice," he said, dropping his arms. I released him and we stood facing each other. I looked into his eyes and said:
"Should we undress ourselves, or each other?"
"We didn't undress each other when I stayed with you," I said. "I think it would be romantic if we undressed each other, just once." I reached for his belt buckle, loosening it so that I could pull his shirt out. He wasn't wearing an undershirt because of the summer heat, and within seconds I had his hairy chest exposed. I let his jeans drop to the floor. He undressed me until we were just wearing our shoes and boxer shorts.
"Let me take my shoes off," he said as he sat on the edge of my queen-sized bed. I removed mine quickly and we soon stood again facing each other. I ran the tip of my fingers along the outline of his helmet through the thin cloth, concentrating on the prominent rim.
"I see you didn't go commando despite the summer heat. Let me take your shorts off," I said as I knelt and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. His prick dangled in front of my eyes, shaft and purple helmet arcing down in front of his sac. I lifted the front of his prick and planted a dry kiss on the broad upper surface of his helmet before standing up again. "I really like that helmet, even if its doesn't have a foreskin covering it, I said.
"Your turn now," he said as he pulled my shorts down and lifted the front of my prick. I felt his lips touching my thick foreskin where it covered the head, and I shuddered slightly at the contact. Now we were both naked, and getting hard. Tim's hand lingered on my swelling prick, twisting the foreskin around the engorging helmet.
"I always love touching that foreskin," he said. "I can't decide if the best part of your cock is that foreskin or the helmet inside it. It's really nice the way the shape of your helmet always shows through your foreskin, even when it's soft."
"I was gonna ask if you felt like taking a shower," I said. "I think you need quick relief more. When did you last come?"
"A week ago," he replied.
"Saving it up for me?" I laughed. "I did the same thing. I figured we'd have one big blast-off when you arrived."
"That'll be nice," he murmured in my ear as he hugged me to him again and I grasped his big helmet to squeeze it. Now our pricks were between us, becoming very hard, and we fueled each other's excitement with our fingers.
"You feel pretty warm," I said. "Was it very hot coming south and west on I-25? The afternoon sun must have been coming right in your windshield."
"Well, my air conditioner isn't working, so it got kinda warm."
"It's pretty comfortable in here, though. Evaporative cooling works well because this is a dry climate."
"I'm not just warm," he said. "I'm pretty hot. I was thinking about this all day while driving."
"I know how you like to take your time in sex," I said. "If I make you come now it'll take the edge off and you won't have any trouble making it last later." I kept squeezing his spongy helmet rhythmically, knowing that I was making his cock-root throb. Tim was working my hood back and forth, covering and uncovering the front dome of my helmet.
"Your cock's more sensitive," Tim said. "Suppose I make you come first?" I separated from him and sat on the bed, picking up a roll of paper towels I'd placed on the bedside table earlier.
"That's a good idea," I said as I lay down, still holding on to his prick. "I know how you like to play with my foreskin, and that's gonna prime your pump for when I make you come."
"Playing with your foreskin does prime my pump," he said as he laid several paper towels on my stomach and picked up my prick again. "I like to pull your skin up and down, and make your big helmet appear and disappear."
"I'll keep squeezing your tip while you work on my prick," I said. "I don't think I'll make you come too fast."
"No problem there," he said as he began taking longer strokes on my prick. "I just love the way your helmet comes out and goes back under the skin when I pump you. Having a foreskin's neat."
"That feels really good," I said as I felt the insistent caresses of his fingers on my foreskin, sliding it sensually up and down my sensitive surfaces. Tim was sitting next to me, his prick within easy reach, and one leg over my thighs.
"I get a charge out of watching you come," he said. "I like to see your face when you come, hear you moaning, and see the jizm shooting out of that big helmet." Tim's fingers were taking long strokes on my prick, completely baring the head on the back-stroke and bringing the foreskin forward to form a pucker on the forward stroke. I kept squeezing his glans, and felt the slipperiness of his lube as it began seeping from his long slit onto my fingers.
"You're gettin' lube now," I said as I began spreading the slippery wetness around the lips of his long slit with a fingertip.
"I was lubing all afternoon thinking about you. Didn't you notice how damp the front of my shorts were? Now, when your fingers touch me, you just pull it from me," he said as he pulled my hood all the way down. "Your helmet's gotten darker," he continued.
"Your fingers feel good on my prick," I whispered. "You know how to handle it perfectly." Now he began bumping my corona with the ring of foreskin gathered behind my swollen tip.
"I know you're close," he murmured. "Your helmet's very dark, and the rim feels hard. I can feel it through the foreskin."
"Yeah, I'm close," I muttered as I felt the tension build in my body. His strong fingers kept flicking my foreskin up against my swollen rim, and then drawing it back to stretch its nerve endings, fueling my excitement.
"Your helmet's very sensitive, and I can feel you gettin' hotter."
"I feel the tingle," I whispered. My corona was alive with a hot tingle, and I knew that the feeling was about to explode. My fingers still kept squeezing Tim's glans, although I was losing my concentration as my attention focused on my hot hard prick.
"Okay, now you'll come!" he said as his fingers yanked my foreskin back hard, sending a hot flash of sensation through its tightly stretched nerve endings before pulling it up to compress my rim. The tingling feeling spread all over my head and shaft, and as my eyes closed I felt the heavy pounding of my orgasm begin deep inside me.
"Ooooohhhh!" I cried out as the first wave of orgasm swept over me and a hot rush of lava seared its way up my tube.
"Go for it!" I dimly heard as the sensations wracked my body and dimmed my consciousness. I felt the heavy thrill as Tim's skilled fingers pulled my foreskin all the way up, the friction against my helmet making my cock-root convulse again. Another powerful gush distended my urethra and slammed through the lips of my teardrop slit as I howled again. Tim's strong fingers dragged my cowl back off the helmet and another spasm gripped me, a hot convulsion of pleasure that made me howl again as it sent another burning jet up my prick.
I felt Tim pull my foreskin all the way back and give it a series of tugs to bring forth more jets until my fluid was just dribbling from my tip. I was exhausted, drained, and spent, thanks to him, and I felt myself sinking into the familiar daze.
"Man, that was beautiful, watchin' you shoot when I pulled your foreskin back." I heard Tim say as I opened my eyes a couple of minutes later. "You shot a hell of a load this time."
"You did it for me," I responded weakly.
"That big purple helmet was really pouring it out," he continued. "Even when you stopped shooting, you dribbled a lot of cream."
"Thanks, Tim," I whispered. "That felt so good..." I trailed off.
"It looked good to me, too," Tim added. "I felt your cock throb each time you shot. I saw that teardrop hole in your helmet become round each time another jet came through it. I don't know what I like more, pumping your foreskin over your throbbin' cock or watchin' that big purple helmet creaming." I was rapidly regaining my strength, and now sat up on one elbow, watching Tim milking my prick.
"That feels good," I said as his probing finger dug in behind my sac to push out the last drops.
"I'll milk you and get it all out," he said. "Then I'll lie down." I felt each drop as it coursed up my tube ahead of his propelling finger, and watched it seep from my shrinking purple helmet onto a paper towel. Now I resumed squeezing Tim's glans, wanting to make him aware of the delights that awaited him.
"Your prick throbs with each squeeze," I said. "I can't wait to make it shoot now." Tim dabbed at my tip a final time with a corner of a paper towel, pulled my foreskin up to cover the head, and lay down before me. I put several paper towels on his stomach and reached for the bottle of Astroglide I'd set out on the bedside table earlier, pouring some onto his swollen tip.
"Feels goooood..." He murmured.
"I'm gonna massage your helmet with the Astro," I explained. "I know you're used to Albolene, but I don't want to spend time looking for it." I caressed his now slippery glans with my fingertips, working the viscous liquid over the entire surface and behind the high rim. I added a few more drops and massaged them into the sensitive area between his corona and the scar where his foreskin had been removed.
"That feels good," he said. "That Astro feels warm, too."
"I'm gonna hit all the sensitive spots on your prick," I assured him. "I've worked it into your rim, and now I'm making sure the skin between the scar and rim's covered too." Now I put down the bottle and wrapped my fingers tightly around his shaft, cupping his sac with my other hand. I noticed that he was fingering my foreskin, twisting it lightly.
"Your skin turns me on," he explained. "I guess it's okay if I touch it while you're stroking me." I began a long up and down stroke on Tim's penis, from base to the bulbous glans that topped it.
"That's fine, Tim. I just love it when you touch my prick. Yours doesn't have a foreskin, but I'm gonna make it feel good anyway." I kept on with the straight up and down strokes for another minute, varying my pressure and speed. His long slit was leaking more fluid now, and I blended it in with the Astroglide lubricant as I stroked him.
"You're makin' me so hot," he murmured.
"I know, Tim. I can see your tip's gotten darker and your balls are tight."
"I'm almost there," he whispered.
"I'm gonna twist now, and make you come," I said as I began the heavy twisting motion on each up-stroke, caressing his swollen corona and making him grunt with each stroke. I saw his eyes close, and I gave his hard helmet another twist, flicking my fingertips over the gee-string under the head.
"AAAAHHHH!" he cried out as I felt a hard throb in his helmet and shaft. The first thick rope of cream surged from the long lips of his slit and fell back onto his stomach and my fingers. He cried out again as another heavy throb filled his penis and the second torrent of thick cream spewed from his slit. I was now working his prick quickly, doing my best to fuel his fire, bringing forth another hot jet that poured over my fingers and his shaft. Tim's hips were bucking and he was grunting mindlessly as the sensations poured into his straining glans.
His jets slowed to a steady dribble, and the color of his fluid changed from white to clear. I felt him begin to relax as the orgasm spent itself. I watched Tim lying there as his breathing relented to a more normal rhythm. When his eyes opened I leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, and felt his strong arms encircle me as he pulled me down.
"That was hot," he said. "You made me drain myself so much I don't know if I'll have anything left for the rest of the evening."
"Let's get into the shower now," I suggested. "Then we can have some wine and talk." Tim followed me into the shower and we relaxed under the pleasant, sensual flow of water.
"Hey, you've got a shower spray," he noted, looking up at the shower head in its bracket and the hose leading from it.
"Yeah, and it works pretty well," I said. "Here, let me show you." I removed the spray head from its bracket and adjusted the control ring to produce an intense and concentrated spray. "Now you probably have to pee," I continued, pointing the hot spray at his big helmet. Tim shuddered as the intense sensation flooded into his helmet, and a moment later I saw his yellow stream begin. He sighed deeply as the flow increased, flushing him out.
"Man, that was some feeling," he said after his stream had stopped and I'd directed the spray toward the floor. "I don't think I could have held it in with that hot spray hittin' my helmet like that." He took the spray head from my hand and grasped my prick with his other hand, easing back the thick foreskin.
"Now we'll see how it works on you," he continued. "I guess you have to pee, too." The concentrated spray slammed against the broad upper surface of my glans and I felt a sharp spasm deep inside as my sphincter let go.
"I can't resist it either," I said as I shuddered with the impact of the sensations.
"This is really something," Tim said as he watched my stream flowing onto the floor and down the drain. "Did you ever use this to get off?"
"Yeah, I've done it, Tim. This always makes me pee, and often makes me come too. It's pretty intense."
"Yeah it's intense," he agreed. "I felt it on my helmet. It felt like a million little hammers hittin' every nerve ending in my helmet." My stream was thinning now, and I knew it would soon be only a dribble. I reached out to milk Tim's penis, first probing underneath and then along the bottom of the shaft to force out the last drops.
"Here, take this back," he said. "I think you're finished." I changed the control ring back to normal and replaced the shower head in its bracket as my prick dribbled its last drops.
"That feels good," I said as I felt his strong fingers massaging my perineum to bring the residue forward. I soaped his body as he milked my prick, and then he soaped me as he stood under the spray to rinse himself. We took so long washing each other that I was concerned we'd run out of hot water.
"This was really sensual," he commented as I turned off the water. I picked the towel off the outside rack and began drying him, taking my time because we were both enjoying it so much.
"Okay, now you do me," I said as I handed him the towel. Tim lovingly worked the towel over my body, the way I'd done him, until he got to my prick.
"Want me to skin you back and dry the helmet too?" he asked.
"Yeah, do that. I'll put some Astro on my tip anyway." Tim lovingly eased back my hood and carefully dried the head, stretching the inverted foreskin back to dry it as well. Then he slid it forward and dried my legs and feet. After we'd stepped out of the shower he put the towel on the rack to dry and watched as I skinned back my foreskin.
"See, I'll just put a couple of drops of Astroglide on the tip to keep my foreskin lubed," I said as I demonstrated, squeezing the plastic bottle gently to eject two drops. "Now I'll work it in, spreading it all over the head from the rim to the tip." I slid my hood back and forth several times to spread the viscous fluid over the entire glans.
"That's nice," he said. "I like watching you do that. The foreskin slides easier that way." We walked into the kitchen, where the cool tile floor seemed pleasant under our feet. I poured two glasses of merlot and we toasted each other silently, our eyes meeting over the rims of the glasses as we drank. We sat facing each other, legs spread without a trace of modesty, enjoying the views of each other's crotches. I touched his leg with mine.
"This is really nice," Tim said. "I like being with you."
"I feel the same way about you, Tim. It's not just the sex. I'm really comfortable with you."
"When I'm talking with you, Jack, I can say anything I want. I don't feel I have anything to hide or hold back." His legs pressed against mine, and I enjoyed the warmth of the contact.
"I think that makes the sex better for us too," I added. "We can talk frankly about what we like, and we don't have to worry about hurting each other's feelings." I raised my other leg and put it on his thigh. Tim reached down and caressed my calf.
"I like that, Jack. I really like the physical contact with you. I guess we've bonded."
"We both like the contact. I'm sure we've bonded. We did that at your place a few weeks ago. You're a really sexy guy, Tim, but that's not all there is to it." I felt my penis stir as I spoke, and I saw Tim's eyes open slightly wider. It was clear that he, too, was having a physical reaction to our closeness. Tim took another drink of his wine and then put his glass down.
"I want to play with your skin," he said as his fingers closed around the bulge at the end of my prick. "This is always such a turn-on for me." I removed my leg to let him get closer, and I clasped his prick and squeezed the head.
"I know, Tim. I understand how much my foreskin turns you on. Well, that turns me on, too, when you touch it and play with it. My foreskin loves the attention. My prick loves the attention." Our chairs were very close together now, and I clasped Tim's other hand in mine. I kept squeezing his glans with a steady rhythm, the way I knew he liked.
"I wish I had a foreskin like yours," he said. "I've always resented that the doctor cut it off when I was born."
"I wish you had a foreskin too, Tim. You'd feel better about yourself if you were intact."
"I know I would. I'd feel more like a man."
"I know the feeling. I felt that way too. You remember what I've been through. Anyway, we've got a lot in common. We both turn each other on."
"We just blew our loads but I think we're both ready to go again," he whispered in my ear as he drew me close to him. His skilled fingers were gently twisting my foreskin around my swelling head.
"We'll take our time gettin' there," I said. "I know how much you enjoy the climb." I kissed his cheek as I got up and led him back to the bedroom. When I lay down, he immediately climbed on top of me, crushing our hard pricks between our stomachs. I felt his hot breath on my cheek as he said:
"I love this, Jack. I love being on top of you, feeling your body under me." Then he kissed my cheek.
"I like feeling you on top of me. You're so warm..." I trailed off. Our pricks were against each other, and I felt the warmth of his erection full length against mine. Now he rolled off me and I felt his warm fingers close around my hard prick again.
"I like the way your skin covers the helmet even when you're hard," he commented as he gently worked my foreskin in short jiggles over the head. "I wish I had skin the way you do." I knew he was referring to his neonatal circumcision, which he'd always resented.
"I know how you feel, Tim. I was your age when I had that plastic surgery." I'd also resented having been circumcised and had had the surgery to replace my lost hood. "If you decide to do something about it, you can stretch your skin to form a new foreskin. Nobody has plastic surgery for this anymore."
"I know, Jack. I might start stretching one of these days." As he spoke his fingers continued to fondle my foreskin. "You've got so much skin, such a long foreskin. I really like that."
"You can play with it all you like," I encouraged him as I continued applying squeezes to his glans, knowing that every squeeze made his cock-root throb. Now I let my index finger drop to the hot spot under the head, where the gee-string comes out of the vee-groove. I gave it a slight press, and then a sideways stroke. Tim shuddered and caught his breath.
"That really hit me," he said.
"I knew it would," I replied as I gave his sensitive frenulum another swipe, making him gasp in delight. "I'm glad you've still got your gee-string, so that you can feel this," I continued. I stroked his gee-string a few more times before letting go and reaching for the small vibrator on the bedside table.
"I've seen those before," he said as I turned it on. "They work off an AA battery." I heard his sharp intake of breath as I touched the tip of the vibrator to the front of his glans, stimulating the gaping lips of his long slit. His fingers tightened on my prick as the sensations bored into him.
"You just seeped some lube," I said. "I'll work that into your helmet with the vibrator." I moved the rounded end of the vibrator in small circles around his slit, spreading the clear fluid and sending thrills into his nerve endings.
"Now let's work around your ridge," I said as I moved the vibrator's tip along one side of his corona, working back toward the top. Tim began breathing heavily as the vibrations pounded the nerve endings in his engorged corona, and now I worked the vibrator down the other side, ending up underneath. When I pressed the tip into his gee-string, he shuddered.
"AAAHHHHH, that's hot!" he cried out as I strummed his hot spot with the vibrator's tip. I felt the tension building in his body until he said; "Stop! I'll come too fast!" I turned off the vibrator and watched him relax.
"I know how you like taking it nice and easy," I reassured him. "I don't want to push you over the edge too fast."
"You would have if you'd kept it up. You had me so hot..." his voice trailed off. I hugged him to me. "Just let me play with your cock for awhile," he suggested. I released him and lay down. His fingers were still around the bulge at the front of my prick.
"I haven't put my finger inside your skin yet," he said. "I'd like to see what it feels like for you when I run my finger around your helmet under that foreskin." He released my prick and went over to his baggage, returning with a jar.
"I'll lube your skin up with this Albolene," he explained as he dipped a fingertip into the cream. "Now I'll steady your cock with my left hand while I push my right fingertip into your skin. Feel that? I'm workin' it in and around your helmet." I felt his fingertip sliding into my foreskin, stretching the supple tissues as it explored the contours of my glans.
"I can feel it, Tim. You're circling the front dome right now and stretching my foreskin."
"Yeah, and now I'll go a little deeper," he said as I felt his finger probe farther, caressing the nerve endings. I felt the ridges of his fingerprint through the film of lubricant as he worked it into my foreskin.
"I feel you circling my helmet," I said, feeling my prick becoming harder under the stimulation.
"I just love that beautiful helmet you've got, Jack. It's so much like mine, but a little rounder at the tip." His lubed finger continued to explore inside my foreskin, sending messages of pleasure into my glans and down my shaft.
"Can I hold on to yours while you do this to me?" I asked. "I like holding your prick."
"Sure you can, Jack. If you just squeeze the head I don't think you'll make me come. It was that vibrator that really got to me."
"I know, Tim. I saw your helmet gettin' darker when I worked it with the vibrator."
"Yours would too," he said. "Your tip's more sensitive and you would have shot already."
"I think I would have," I replied.
"Feel my finger around your ridge?" he asked as his fingertip circled my corona, making me shudder.
"Oh, yeah, Tim, I really feel it!" Tim leaned over and kissed me on the lips as I finished speaking.
"I love feelin' your hot cock in my hands," he said fervently, his blue eyes boring into mine. "I love feelin' it throb, love feelin' it so warm, and I know I'll love watchin' it shoot."
"I love feelin' your hands on my prick," I replied. "This is so intimate." Tim's finger twirled around my corona, stretching the foreskin as it caressed the rim's nerve endings, and I felt the tension building inside me.
"I can feel the helmet gettin' harder, especially the rim," Tim said. "I'm gonna skin you back so I can see it." I felt his fingers firmly pushing back on my hood, exposing my turgid glans to his avid gaze.
"You're makin' my prick so hot," I moaned. As the front part of my glans came into view Tim leaned down and blew on it.
"That's a really sexy helmet," he whispered hotly. "You're so excited your hole's swollen, like a teardrop. Now I'll get the foreskin back and see the rest of it." His fingers tightened on my prick, forcing the hood back over the corona, until it snapped down into the deep groove behind it. Again, I felt his breath on the tender surface.
"It's really hard and shiny," he commented. I think you're just a few seconds from blasting off. I'm gonna get you ready." He let go of my prick and reached for the paper towels, spreading several over my stomach.
"If you want to make me come now, it's all right with me. I'll do you afterward," I said. I felt his strong fingers closing around my shaft, pulling down to drag the foreskin back off the head.
"Okay, Jack, just relax. I'll make you come, but this time I'll use the vibrator on your helmet. I'll keep the foreskin back all the way to do this so I can see how your helmet throbs and shoots when I use that gadget." I heard the faint buzzing and a moment later I felt the vibrations stabbing into my corona as Tim slowly moved the vibrator's tip around the hard lubricated flesh. I moaned and sighed with delight as I felt my prick respond.
"Just try to stay relaxed," Tim coached me. "This is gonna make you come, but just let it happen. I wanna watch as your tip gets even darker just before it shoots." My insides were tightening, and I knew I was going to lose control any second under the flood of sensations pouring into my prick.
"You've got a drop leakin' from your hole now. You must be right on the edge." Now he rolled the body of the vibrator over the broad upper surface of my glans, sending more sensations into the eagerly waiting nerve endings, and I felt my crotch muscles tighten even more despite my best efforts.
"Now for the payoff, Jack. Right in your groove to hit the hot spot!" As he spoke I felt him plunge the vibrator's tip into the vee-groove under my glans, setting off a firestorm of sensations that engulfed me and triggered my orgasm. I cried out as my eyes closed, and felt the first surge of hot lava pouring into my prick-shaft in its rush towards the end. The hot flow filled the spot in my urethra where the vibrator was touching, and I jerked involuntarily. I felt my crotch muscles contract sharply a second time, sending another hot torrent shooting up my prick to erupt through my helmet into the air.
I felt the vibrator sweeping quickly across the front of my glans and return to the vee-groove as it triggered another hot spasm that made me cry out helplessly. My prick throbbed hard, sending another jet of thick cream into the air. Now Tim's fingers pulled back harder on my shaft-skin, baring the neck of my shaft, and I felt the vibrator working around the sensitive tissues and along the back face of my corona as I moaned helplessly.
More fluid poured from my straining prick until I'd exhausted myself, and Tim must have sensed it because he removed the vibrator from me. I lay torpid, utterly drained, stunned into immobility. Minutes later I opened my eyes to see Tim's face above mine, smiling.
"Hey, you really unloaded one, Jack." He leaned down to plant a dry kiss on my lips, and then my chin. "That vibrator really set you off. I felt your cock throb so hard I thought it was gonna explode!"
"You mean it didn't?" I asked weakly.
"Well, your big helmet exploded several times. You really shot some jets. If you look on the paper towels you'll see how much cream you shot. I'm surprised you shot that much, since I drained you a little more than a couple of hours ago."
"Well, that means that when I make you pop your prick's gonna explode too. I expect you'll have one of those really big, blasting, and convulsive orgasms." I squeezed Tim's hand affectionately as I spoke, and felt him return the squeeze. Then he began milking my plumbing, starting behind my sac and working up to the end of my penis, catching each drop in a paper towel before he pulled my hood up to cover the shrunken head.
"You're still hard," I commented. "Your balls are tight against your body. You're pretty excited."
"Well, working on you and making you shoot kept me pretty excited, Jack. You know how playing with your cock and skin turns me on." Tim lay back on the bed, and I spread more paper towels over his stomach. Now I grasped his shaft and held it upright as I spread a layer of Albolene over the swollen purple end.
"I know how good it feels when I spread this lube over your helmet," I said. "I'll go nice and slow so you don't pop too soon."
"I'm glad we think alike," Tim said. "We both know that taking your time makes the orgasm more intense." I leaned over to kiss his forehead.
"Yes, and we try to give each other the best orgasms we can," I said. "Now feel my fingertip going around your rim, slowly spreading that slick stuff over the nerve endings." Tim's prick jerked slightly in my hand as I stroked his thick corona.
"You'll make me come if you do that long enough," he said.
"I'll make you come, all right, but this is only the build-up," I explained as I worked my fingertip down the back-face of his high rim, caressing the little buds that contained the nerve endings.
"Do it any way you want, darling," he said, and he must have registered the look of surprise on my face as he spoke. I'd never been called "darling" by any man. "You called me that when you stayed with me," he reminded me.
"Yeah, I remember," I said as I continued stimulating his corona with my fingertip. "How do you like it now, my working on those little buds behind your rim?"
"Yeah, we've both got those little buds," He replied. "That feels so good when you do that."
"Now I'll stroke the skin between your scar and the rim," I said as my fingertip began tracing circles behind his corona. "I know you're really sensitive there."
"Yeah, Jack, that's really reaching me. Can I hold on to your cock while you're doin' that?"
"Of course, Tim. I know how that turns you on." I felt his warm fingers closing around my limp prick, gently working the thick foreskin back and forth.
"I just love stroking your skin. That really does it for me." His fingers continued their manipulations as I brought my fingertip under his glans to caress his thick frenulum. The contact made Tim's prick jerk again.
"I know this is your special hot spot, Tim. If I kept this up I'd make you come pretty damn fast." My fingertip continued its maddening caresses on his nerve-rich strip of tissue, and I felt the tension building in his body.
"Yeah, you're right, Jack. You'd have my load in no time if you kept that up." I relented, moving my fingertip back to begin circling his inflamed corona again.
"I can tell, Tim. Your balls are still tight, and now your helmet's gotten harder. It's darker, too."
"Yeah, you've got me pretty close."
"Okay, Tim, just try to relax. I'm gonna ease up because I know you like a long build-up. Just concentrate on making every muscles in your body relax. Spread your legs a bit more, and take a few deep breaths." As I spoke I felt Tim's warm fingers sliding my hood up and down my glans, and my prick was beginning to respond to the stimulation.
`You just came, and you're gettin' hard again," he said.
"Well, it's not just your touching me; it's working on your prick and that beautiful helmet that's helping to turn me on. I know what you're feelin' and I know that it's reaching right down to your crotch muscles deep inside."
"Yeah, when you hit my ridge or my gee-string, my crotch muscles twitch. That's what's gettin' me so hot." I removed my fingertip from his ridge and began tracing small circles around his long slit, caressing the front dome of his helmet.
"Okay, this might not be as stimulating now, but it'll maintain you for awhile until you feel you're ready to come." I caressed the hard surface slowly, following the compound curves, and felt the hardness of his sensitive tissue. Tim took several deep breaths and I felt him relax slightly.
"How are you gonna make me come?" he asked. "I know I'm close, and I'll really need to unload soon."
"I'll make you unload when you're ready, Tim. I want to make sure you're primed and ready to go, so that you can't hold back anymore." I knew he was close because I felt the hardness of his helmet and shaft, and saw the veins standing out proudly along its length.
"You've really got me hot, Jack. Any time you want my load, you've got it. I'm absolutely helpless." I moved my left hand down to the base of his shaft, clamping it tightly to constrict his veins and make his prick harder yet.
"Feel that, Tim? Now that I'm squeezing the base of your prick your helmet should get into its final swelling. I can see it's already pretty dark."
"It's really hot," he whispered. "I'm gettin' a tickle right where you're touching me."
"Okay, Tim, just stay relaxed. I'm gonna stroke your prick a little more and then I'll make you cream. It really looks nice now, with the helmet all dark and swollen, and you've even got a drop of lube coming through your slit." The lips of his long slit were gaping now, parted by a clear drop that seeped through and was now trickling down the fron dome, where I spread it around the sensitive surface.
"That feels so good, and the way you describe it's makin' me so hot..." he whispered.
"Now can you feel this?" I asked as I pulled down hard on his shaft skin.
"Yeah, you're stretchin' my fren. That feels really good."
"I'm makin' the helmet dip now. The front of it's down a little." I picked up the vibrator and turned it on.
"I'm gettin that feelin', Jack. My cock feels like I've gotta pee."
"Stay relaxed and let it come to you," I urged. "I've got you right on the edge, Tim. Now I'm gonna make you cream hard." I touched the tip of the vibrator to his tightly stretched frenulum and he gasped.
"Oooooohhhh," he moaned as his eyes closed tightly. "I'm right on the edge." I gave his shaft-skin a sharp yank as I pressed the vibrator's rounded tip hard into the tense gee-string, and I felt his prick throb hard as the helmet dipped. He grunted as his prick pulsed in my hand, sending a long thick ribbon of cream shooting up from his tip.
"Your helmet's shooting now," I said, not sure that he heard me. His prick throbbed again and another hot stream gushed through the long lips, distending them on its way out.
"HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as more sperm came flying from his distended orifice to arc high and land on the paper towels. His hips bucked and his shapely helmet erupted again, a thick stream pouring out to run down his glans.
"That's it, Tim, shoot your load for me," I cried out, caught up in the excitement, my prick fully hard now as I watched his dark purple helmet pouring out streams of white sperm. The odor of chlorine filled the air as he continued to writhe mindlessly on the bed, his straining prick erupting with thick runny liquid.
Tim's orgasm began to fade as he emptied himself, and the streams changed to a steady dribble that wasn't as white as his earlier gushes. I removed the vibrator and relaxed my grip on his shaft because I knew it would be over in a few more seconds. When his prick stopped pulsing I probed behind his tight sac with a finger, working the residue forward, and continue milking his shaft until the last drops seeped from his slit.
Minutes later, he began to come out of his daze. He opened his eyes and said:
"Man, that felt like my entire insides were shooting out through my cock." I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"It looked like it, too, Tim. You just poured out so much cream that I wondered where it all came from." I dabbed at his leaking helmet, which was softening, and let his prick down onto his stomach. My erection was softening as well, now that the orgasm that had inspired it was over.
"I guess we worked up an appetite, didn't we?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm gettin' a little hungry, and I can see why you are, too."
"Let's go get something to eat," he suggested.
"I'm for that," I said. "Let's take a quick shower first, and then I'll take you to a really nice place. You like Chinese?"
"Bet your ass I do," he replied. "For a Midwestern boy, I've got foreign appetites." We got up, quickly showered, and went to eat our fill at a Chinese buffet several miles away.
Back home, we stripped and lay side by side on the bed, completely relaxed. My hand was clasping his prick and his was on mine.
End of Part 1