Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2005 07:35:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Visit from Tim, Part 2, 2/3 Adult Friends

Visit from Tim, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

The following morning I woke up just before Tim,
propped myself up on one elbow, and smiled down at him
when he opened his eyes.
"Ready for some coffee?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I've gotta get into the bathroom to get rid
of some liquid first," he replied. He got up, sporting
a hard prick, and I watched him walk into the
bathroom. While he was in there, I put on a bathrobe,
went to the kitchen to make coffee, and retrieved the
newspaper from the patio. I watched him walk into the
kitchen, his now soft prick swinging from side to side
in front of him.
"Man, I like those heavy-ended pricks, I commented.
"Yours is just as heavy-ended as mine," he riposted,
"but you've got skin over your helmet."
"Yeah, but gettin' that skin put back on cost me
almost $8,000 all told, I reminded him.
"Well, I think the plastic surgery was worth the
money," he said. "I like to see your helmet covered,
the way it should be. It looks really good, with the
shape of your helmet showing through the thick
foreskin." He reached down and grasped the nipple of
my foreskin and gave it a couple of playful pulls. I
pinched his big purple helmet a few times between
thumb and forefinger.
"Here, sit down," I urged him. "I'll get us some
coffee and we can read the paper." I poured two cups
and handed him the first section. We sat silently
reading, legs touching under the table. I enjoyed
feeling his warmth against my skin, even with the heat
of summer. After a few minutes, he spoke:
"I'm gonna take my coffee and the paper to the
bathroom. You gotta go?"
"No, not yet," I replied. "Just take your time. I'll
go after you." I read a couple more sections after he
left, and refilled my cup. When he returned, I topped
up his coffee and said:
"Okay, my turn," and I left him to read the rest of
the paper in the kitchen. When I got back I asked him
if he was getting hungry.
"Only a little bit," he replied. "I'm not usually
hungry right when I wake up. How about you?"
"I'm like you. I can wait for breakfast. Want to take
a shower after we finish the paper?"
"Only if I can take it with you," he said with a
smile. I smiled back and said:
"I wouldn't want to shower without you. It might be
pretty lonely in there."
"It'll be pretty sexy showering with you, Jack." It
took us only a couple more minutes to finish the
newspaper, and then we went into the bathroom. Inside
the shower I turned on the water.
"I like that shower head on a hose you have. I think
I'll install one when I get back," he said.
"That's fine, Tim. Glad you like it. Want me to show
you what it can do?"
"I'd love that, Jack. What you showed me yesterday
left me wanting more." I detached the shower head from
its bracket and adjusted the water to a needle spray.
Lifting the front of his prick, I directed the spray
on his glans.
"Feel that hot spray on your helmet, Tim? If you have
to get rid of some coffee, this is gonna do the trick
for you."
"Oh, that feels good. It makes me want to pee real
bad," he said as I saw a trickle start between the
long lips of his slit. The flow became stronger, and
now splashed against the wall of the shower. After it
had stopped I continued to play the water on his
glans.
"Now I'll see what else it does for you," I said as I
moved the shower head to spray directly on the front
dome of his prick.
"Yow! That feels like a million little hammers hitting
all the nerve endings in my helmet, just like
yesterday."
"It's making your thick prick swell in my hand," I
commented. Now I moved the shower head to spray the
underside of his prick, hitting the hot spot with its
sensitive frenulum.
"Ooooohh, that feels so good," he said as his prick
came to full erection.
"I can make you come with this," I said. "Want me to
do it?"
"I'd love it, anything you do to me, Jack."
"Better sit down, then," I advised him. "Otherwise
your knees just might buckle when you cream. Here, sit
facing the shower and I'll sit right behind you" We
arranged ourselves on the floor of the bathtub and I
reached around him to hold his hot hard prick with my
left hand while I directed the shower spray with my
right, playing it over the front dome of Tim's helmet.
His arm snaked between us, eager fingers feeling for
my prick.
	"That really feels good," he said, his hot hard prick
twitching between my fingers. "It feels even better
than the vibrator." I kept the spray head moving,
working the spray all over his big purple helmet.
	"Now I'll hit the underside, where your hot spot is,"
I said as I lifted his prick to let me spray directly
into the vee-groove on the underside. I felt Tim
writhe against me, responding sensually to the
stimulation.
	"Man, that feels so hot!" he said. "It's makin' me
tighten up."
	"I can feel your prick getting harder now," I
commented. "The helmet's darker, too." I clamped my
fingers tightly around the base of his shaft.
	"Now I'm compressing the veins, Tim. That'll make
your prick even harder."
	Ooooohhhh," he moaned, flushed with excitement.
"You'll have me coming any second."
	"Just try to relax, but don't fight it," I coached
him. "Just let things happen naturally. I'll be here
for you when it hits." I saw the needle jets splay the
lips of his orifice, digging inside his hole, stabbing
at the nerve endings inside his urethra. His body
tensed against mine as his fingers tightened around my
prick.
	"AAAAAHHHH!" He cried, as his hard thick prick
throbbed in my hand, a long stream of white shooting
from his slit to fall into the water. He wailed again,
helplessly, as the sensations overwhelmed him, and I
felt another hard throb in his shaft. His body
strained against mine, and I saw another hot stream
erupt from the lips of his long slit, distending them
as it slammed through. The spray of hot water washed
away the layer of cream around his slit as it
precipitated another ejaculation. He cried out again
as another spasm wracked his cock-root, and I saw
another gush of hot cream pour from his distended
slit.
	Tim's prick kept dribbling semen as his orgasm faded,
until he was still. I kept the spray on his helmet to
wash away the residue until I felt his prick begin to
soften, and Tim's breathing changed from grunts to a
more even pattern. His body relaxed against me, and I
clasped him to me as I dropped the shower head. The
water ran down the drain, carrying the last drops of
his juices with it. Now I milked his prick, from
behind his balls and up along the shaft, my finger
pressing into the underside to compress his tube.
	"That was out of this world," he said weakly when he
finally spoke. "I never felt anything like it before."
	"That means you really will install one of these
shower sprays when you get home."
	"You bet I will!" he said. "Now let's do you. I wanna
see your cock shooting like mine did." We got up and
changed positions so that I was sitting in front of
him. He picked up the spray head and directed it at my
hard prick, the needles of water caressing my foreskin
and the entire length of my shaft.
	"That feels very nice, Tim."
	"I know what you're feelin'" he said. "Now I'm gonna
move that foreskin back so I can work on your helmet."
I felt his strong fingers gently easing my foreskin
down until it locked behind my engorged rim. The
direct spray on my glans made me shudder.
	"I'll probably come even faster than you did," I
said.
	"I know you will, Jack. You're already worked up from
making me come, and your tip's more sensitive than
mine." The hot needles sprayed insistently against my
hard glans, hammering the nerve endings, and I felt
myself floating with the sensations.
	"Your helmet's big and purple, getting darker, Jack.
Your cock's very hard. I'm gonna pull the foreskin
back even more so I can get the back of the rim." I
felt the pressure of his warm fingers drawing my
foreskin down away from my flaring rim, exposing it to
the hot spray.
	"Ahhhhhhhh," I sighed as the sensations took over. I
felt my insides tighten as my excitement mounted, and
I became lost in the storm of tickling sensations in
my glans. My eyes closed as the intense tickling
changed to a hot tingling, and then I cried out
helplessly as the first wave of orgasm hit me.
	My cock-root contracted sharply to send a surge of
hot lava pouring into my tube, where it seared its way
up toward the head. The needle spray was hammering the
lips of my distended orifice as the stream of juice
shot forth, and I cried out again with the intensity
of the sensations. I felt another hot spasm deep
inside me, and I grunted loudly as my second load
surged up my urethra and poured out of my straining
helmet. I was dimly aware of Tim's warm body behind me
as I shuddered with my third come, my prick erupting
like a geyser.
	More spasms followed, and I was totally lost in the
torrent of mind-numbing sensations. Tim kept the
erotic water jet playing on my engorged helmet and the
drawn-back foreskin until my spasms had stopped, and
then I went limp against him. I was dimly aware that
as my prick became less swollen he pushed my foreskin
forward to re-cover my helmet.
	As I roused myself from my daze I felt his arms
around me, holding me against him. He'd turned off the
water and we sat in tandem on the bathtub floor.
	"Oh, wow, that was hot, very hot," I murmured as I
opened my eyes.
	"I know," he replied. "I felt the way you were coming
and the way your cock was throbbing. Your helmet was
really dark purple, and with your foreskin back I saw
it all." I felt him get to his feet behind me, and a
moment later he grasped my arms to help me up.
	"I've brought myself to orgasm a few times with that
water spray, but this is the first time anyone did it
to me. That made it hotter. You made it hotter." Tim
hugged me to him and kissed me on each cheek, and then
on the lips. I hugged him back. Reaching behind me, he
turned on the water again and we rinsed ourselves.
	"Here, let me wash you under your foreskin and milk
you down," he said as he reached under me with one
hand while he pushed my foreskin back with the other.
He gently forced the drops of residue from me, and
then rolled my foreskin forward again to protect the
precious head.
	After we'd turned off the shower and dried each
other, I suggested breakfast:
	"We can go in my car, and I can take you to breakfast
or we can go to the supermarket and I can get some
bacon and eggs. Which would you like?"
	"Oh, I'd rather eat here with you, Jack. I'll even
help you cook if you want."
	"Okay, you can make the toast and watch the bacon
cook. Like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up, once
over easy, or what?"
	"Any way you like `em, Jack. I'm not a fussy eater.
I'm just like you. Just as long as we can eat
together, I'll enjoy whatever you fix." I hugged him
to me, planting a kiss on his lips. We got dressed and
drove to the supermarket to get the groceries. Back in
my kitchen, I said:
	"We've got the rest of the morning after we eat. Want
me to show you around the area, or what?"
	"Or what sounds better to me. I'd like nothing better
than a long, slow, mutual jacking with you while we
talk about some of the sexual things we did. I think
that's gonna get us hot and keep us up there without
comin' too soon."
	"I think you're right, Tim. We unloaded so much that
we drained ourselves. We can last a couple of hours,
at least." When the food was ready we sat and ate in
silence, anticipating what we'd say during the next
couple of hours. After I'd washed the dishes we
returned to the bedroom and quickly stripped and I sat
on the bed close to the end table.
	"Come on, Tim, sit right here next to me. I want to
put a condom on your prick. Since you'd like to have a
foreskin, I'll use a condom to keep your helmet
covered and I'll slide it back and forth like I would
a foreskin." His eyes grew brighter as I outlined my
plan to him, and he sat down next to me. His fingers
were already tweaking the end of my foreskin, and I
squeezed his helmet a few times.
	"Okay, now that yo
ur prick's hard enough for a condom, I'll squirt a few
drops of Astro into one. I can't use Albolene. It's
got oil in it. That's not good for latex." I grasped
his prick behind the corona and gently unrolled the
condom over his swollen helmet, working it down so
that the ring was tight around his base. Meanwhile, he
continued to stroke my foreskin gently over my swollen
tip. Now I began gentle up and down strokes, sliding
the latex foreskin over his helmet, using as little
pressure as I could.
	"That feels really good, Jack. I guess it's just like
having a foreskin should feel."
	"I'm going nice and easy, Tim. I don't want you to
come now. I just want to keep you hard for a couple of
hours." I felt the warmth of his prick through the
thin latex, and the occasional twitch as the
sensations penetrated.
	"The rubber's a lot thinner than your foreskin, Jack,
and I can even feel your fingertip ridges through it."
I was sliding the thin membrane over and around his
helmet, knowing that the soft sensations would
maintain his excitement.
	"I can see what it's doing to you, Tim. Your balls
are getting tighter now."
	"Yours are always tighter than mine. Your cock feels
very warm." His fingers were sliding my foreskin,
giving it an occasional twist for variety.
	"You're makin' my tip get really swollen," I said.
	"I can feel it through the skin. I know it's gotten
harder in the last few seconds. It's funny, though,
even though your foreskin's really thick, I can feel
the helmet perfectly through it."
	"I like the way your prick looks through that latex,
Tim. I can see your helmet perfectly. Now I'm just
gonna run my fingertip around your rim while I tell
you about the first time I jacked off." I told him of
my first orgasm at age 12 as I caressed his corona
lightly, knowing that my words were having as much
effect on him as my fingertip caress.
	"That was nice," he said after I'd finished. "I'll
tell you about mine wile I twist your foreskin just a
bit." He began to tell me about his first experience
with masturbation, and as I listened avidly I felt his
gentle fingers stretching the nerve endings in my
foreskin. I kept my fingertips on his rim, tracing its
sexy curves.
	"This latex is so thin I can feel the little bumps of
your nerve endings," I said after he'd finished
telling me how he'd attained his first mind-blowing
orgasm. "Now I'll tell you about the time I did
Princeton."
	"I was 19, and I'd been jacking with a friend when he
told me he'd like to try pumping his prick between my
thighs," I began. "He put a condom on his prick, and
then on mine. We stood for this one, and he slipped
his prick between my thighs and started thrusting. He
put his left arm around my waist and began jacking my
prick with his right hand. I'd never done Princeton
before, and this was his first time with me, so our
timing was off. We didn't come together, but it felt
very nice anyway. He was really humping hard, and his
breathing was heavy. I could tell he was really into
it, and I felt his thighs slamming against my butt."
	"Sounds hot," Tim said. "I know it was hot for me
when we did it at my place."
	"Yeah, it was hot. I heard him grunting, and felt him
holding me tighter, and I knew he wouldn't be long.
Then he howled and his prick was throbbing hard under
my balls, and I knew he was shooting his load. I think
he would have fallen if he hadn't been holding on to
me so tightly. After he'd finished, he relaxed, and
then he began pumping my prick hard. He really wanted
me to come too. I was glad we had the rubbers on to
catch the cream. He'd skinned me back before he'd put
on the condom, so I felt his rough fingers through the
thin latex, and he was all over my helmet and shaft.
He knew I liked a twisting action, and he twisted his
fist with each stroke. Now I was ready to go because
I'd felt him coming between my legs and this had
gotten me even hotter. My helmet began to tingle, and
in a couple more seconds I felt the spasms starting
inside me. Now it was his turn to hold me up because I
felt my knees buckling. I emptied myself out, filling
that condom, while he continued to pump my prick until
I yelled for him to stop. My tip became really
sensitive while I was coming, and it almost hurt."
	"I know, Jack. I felt you coming when I did Princeton
with you. Even though I was coming at the same time, I
remember how hard your cock throbbed in my hand."
	"Well, he really drained me that day. After it was
over, we went into the bathroom and stripped off the
rubbers and threw them in the toilet. Then we took a
shower together because we were really hot and
sweaty."
	"I guess taking that shower with him was fun, wasn't
it?"
	"That was the first time I'd taken a shower with
another guy. It was all right, but it wasn't like when
you and I were in the shower together. I really enjoy
it with you because it's special, getting to soap you
up and feeling you doing the same to me."
	"I know what you mean, Jack. Taking a shower with you
is really special. I feel very close to you, just like
I'm feeling now." We were lying facing each other on
the bed and Tim leaned forward to kiss me lightly on
the lips.
	"I feel very close to you too, Tim. Here we are,
telling each other all these intimate details, and
we're perfectly comfortable about it." I felt his
fingers jiggling my foreskin back and forth along my
helmet, the delicious friction keeping me hard but
bringing me closer to the point of no return.
	"I can feel your helmet swelling through the
foreskin," he said. "I think you're gettin' close." He
paused in his stroking.
	"You're bringing me close, Tim. It's a good thing you
stopped now. I'd like this to last a while longer."
	"I'm not as close as you," he said. "My helmet's not
as sensitive as yours, although you're gettin' me very
excited."
	"Your helmet hasn't started swelling yet," I told
him. "I'm sure I'd feel it if it did."
	"I'm really enjoying your fingers on my cock, Jack.
The way you're sliding that rubber over my helmet
feels like a foreskin."
	"You're doing just fine, Tim. Just let me work on
your prick while you fantasize that you do have a
foreskin. I know how much foreskins turn you on, and
now you're playing with mine and imagining that you
have a foreskin too."
	"You got it, Jack. I'm glad you understand exactly
how this turns me on. Now it's my turn to tell you
about one guy I met at a truck stop." His fingers
resumed stroking my foreskin as he began his story:
	"I was at this truck stop one evening after work,
looking to get a blow job. I'd heard that some guys
stopped there just for that. I saw this trucker
looking at me from his cab, and I went over to say
hello and ask him for a light. I smoked at that time.
He gave me a light and invited me in. One thing led to
another and soon we were in the back of his cab on the
bunk. When we got naked I saw he was uncut. I told him
how much I was into foreskin, and he told me to help
myself while he blew me." As Tim spoke, I felt my
glans swelling again, and this time I felt his corona
flare out even more through the thin latex.
	"Well, his cock was about the same size as mine,
about six inches, a comfortable handful, and about the
same shape, except that it had that beautiful
foreskin. I started working his foreskin up and down
the head, and when I skinned him back I saw that he
had a helmet that looked a lot like mine, except it
was shinier. His lips locked behind my rim and I felt
his tongue digging into my slit. You know I've got a
long slit, and he was able to get the tip of his
tongue inside it. That really sent me, and between his
tongue and his foreskin I didn't take long to come. I
came first, and I think that was a good thing. I
always wondered what might have happened if he'd come
at the same time. He might have bitten me. Well, after
I'd shot my load into his mouth, I realized that he'd
swallowed it. He must have been really into my cock. I
pumped him harder, stripping his foreskin back all the
way hard, and I saw his gee-string pulled the helmet
down just like it does on mine. There was a box of
Kleenex on a shelf and I grabbed some because I knew
he was right at the edge." Tim paused and I felt his
fingers stripping my foreskin back firmly but gently.
	"Well, his helmet was a lot like yours and mine, but
shiny like yours. He had a long slit too, and then I
felt his cock throb and he shot a big load right into
the Kleenexes I was holding in front of his tip. I
pulled his foreskin all the way up, and made him shoot
again. He was really soaking those Kleenexes, and when
I pushed his foreskin back off the head he shot a
third load." Tim paused in his stroking, sensing that
I might shoot right then if he'd continued.
	"Now I kept his foreskin, back, because I'd jacked
uncut guys before and I knew how sensitive the head
gets. He unloaded a few more time, gettin' weaker, and
he ended up dribbling just like you and I do. After
he'd finished we milked ourselves down and wiped up.
He thanked me for lettin' him blow me and asked if I
came there often. I said I came there maybe once a
month and he said he'd keep an eye out for me. I went
back there a few times but I never saw him again."
	"That must have been quite a feeling, with his
tongue-tip drilling into your hole. I've never had
anything like that happen to me."
	"Oh, it was, Jack. You know that the inside of my
hole's really sensitive, and felling his tongue
drilling and tickling me there just pulled the come
out of me. I couldn't have held off coming, even if
I'd wanted to."
	"He swallowed it, too. That was good for you."
	"Yeah, that surprised me. Most others just spit it
out." Tim's fingers were now stroking my foreskin more
urgently, as if willing me to come.
	"You're gonna pull the orgasm from me if you keep
that up," I warned.
	"I want to, Jack. I need to come now. All that talk's
got me worked up. I think you're ready too, aren't
you?"
	"Oh, I am, Tim. Go ahead, make me come. I know you
want to make me come first because you like working my
foreskin." He was stroking me faster now, with more
pressure, and I felt a tickling sensation begin in the
rim.
	"Okay, Jack. I can feel your helmet's swelling even
more now. You're ready for it." I reached for a towel
as Tim pumped my foreskin, and placed it between us.
	"Okay, now I'm ready. Just stroke my foreskin and
make me come," I urged.
	"Just try to stay relaxed, Jack. It'll feel more
intense for you that way. Man, your helmet's really
hard, and when I strip your foreskin back I can see
how dark it's gotten. Feel the tingle yet?"
	"Uh-huh," I grunted as my body tightened up
involuntarily. My tip was all tingly, especially
around the rim, and I knew my spasms would start any
moment. MY eyes closed as I felt the heat build up in
my glans and foreskin from the friction. Suddenly I
felt an intense tightening deep inside me, and I knew
I was gone.
	"OOOOHHHH!" I cried out as the first hard contraction
shot a torrent of cream into my tube. My back arched
as the hot lava shot up my shaft and slammed through
the lips of my slit, searing my sensitive tissues. I
cried out again as a second spasm wracked me, and
another hot jet gushed from my slit. Tim yanked my
foreskin back and I felt it snap down into the deep
groove behind the rim, triggering another release. My
crotch muscles tightened hard as the fluid boiled its
way up my prick, making me cry out helplessly at the
intense sensations.
	Now Tim's fingers held my foreskin tightly back,
keeping my helmet bared so that he could see the
remaining gushes clearly, and I felt another torrent
of cream pour from my orifice. More followed as my
orgasm exhausted itself, declining to mere dribbles
instead of bold gushes.
	I lay still, exhausted by the sublime effort, but
gradually emerged from my daze. When I opened my eyes,
Tim was smiling at me, his blue eyes twinkling.
	"Was it everything you expected?" he asked.
	"Everything and more," I replied, sated by the
experience.
	"Then you're not disappointed?"
	"No, and I'm not disappointed in you, either. I know
you asked me before we met the first time if I might
be disappointed in you, or you might be disappointed
in me. Well, it didn't happen, Tim." I pulled him down
and kissed him lightly on the lips.
	"I'm glad we weren't disappointed. I really feel good
about this."
	"There's a reason why, Tim. We're both realistic
guys. We both know we're not perfect, and we didn't
expect the other to be, either." I realized as I spoke
that my fingers were still wrapped around his prick,
although my hand was still. I began sliding the thin
latex along the contours of his penis, feeling the
large corona beneath my fingers.
	"That feels so good," he said as I worked the
membrane along the end of his prick, adding to his
excitement. "Can I hold your cock while you finish me
off? That turns me on so much." I nodded and spoke
again:
	"I know my foreskin inspires you. Just relax and
fantasize that you've got a foreskin and that I'm
using it to stimulate your prick. I'm sliding it up
over your helmet now, and you can feel how it's
hugging your helmet, giving you hot sensations."
	"Ooooohhhh, that feels good," he moaned, and I knew
he was being overwhelmed by the delicious friction in
his prick.
	"I'm not gonna use too much pressure, and I'm gonna
go kinda slow, Tim, so that you take your time getting
to orgasm. That's gonna make it hotter for you."
	"I'm already very hot, after slidin' your foreskin to
make you come," he whispered. "It won't be long now."
	"Don't try to talk anymore," I counseled. "Just
concentrate on staying relaxed, just let me bring you
to the peak. I like stroking your beautiful prick and
feeling the contours of your big helmet under my
fingers. I love feeling every twitch of your prick.
The helmet's really hard now, all swollen, and very
dark. I can see it through the condom, and I can feel
it too. You balls are very tight, and you're right up
there."
	"Oooohhhh," Tim moaned helplessly as the sensations
flooded his hot hard prick and reached deep inside
him. I systematically worked my fingertips around his
rim, massaging the many nerve endings, fueling his
fire.
	"Now Tim, I'm gonna make you come now. I'm gonna
massage your rim but use one finger to dig into the
underside of your helmet to hit your trigger." I
pushed my index finger under the head, feeling the
thick frenulum through the thin membrane, strumming it
to launch his climax. His prick throbbed hard at my
touch, and a moment later his entire body tensed and
he howled with joyful release.
	"OOOOWWWWW!" he cried as his prick throbbed hard
between my fingers. I saw the end of the condom fill
with his cream as he began unloading, and I gave his
gee-string another caress to heighten his sensations.
Tim cried out helplessly as his prick throbbed and
spit another load into the restraining rubber. I
squeezed his glans and flicked my thumb over his rim
through the thick layer of fluid and felt him throb
again as another heavy load poured into the condom.
	His cries suddenly increased in pitch, and I guessed
that his tip had become too sensitive. I let go,
letting his hard pole drop to his stomach as it
continued to throb and spurt, filling the end of the
condom and making it balloon the way my urine
distended my foreskin when I pinched the end.
	Tim's face was flushed, and his breathing was ragged
as his orgasm ended. I knew he was still seeping into
the condom, but he was coming down off his high. I let
him lie still as the tension left his body, and
watched his face. His eyes were still closed, and I
knew he was dazed by the biological storm that had
just wracked his body. I snuggled up to him, feeling
his warmth, happy knowing that I'd just given him a
mind-numbing orgasm. His fingers were still wrapped
around my prick, which was too exhausted to respond.
	"That really shook me," he whispered when he finally
opened his eyes. I kissed him tenderly on the cheek
and said:
	"That long build-up made it super-hot for us both. I
know you made me drain myself, and I'm sure I drained
you just now." Tim's fingers continued to finger my
foreskin, lightly twisting the cowl around my helmet.
	"Now that it's over, I really gotta pee," he said,
disengaging himself from me and heading for the
bathroom. I followed and as he stood over the toilet,
I gently slid the condom forward, careful not to spill
the copious mixture of lubricant and sperm.
	"That's not all cream in there," I commented. "I
think your were lubing a lot while I was stroking your
prick. It felt very slippery before you came." I let
the bulging latex tube drop into the bowl and milked
his shaft to expel the residue.
	"I hope I did as well for you," he murmured as I
continued to press my finger into the underside of his
shaft.
	"I think you're still too congested to pee," I said.
"Come over to the sink and I'll run a little hot water
over your helmet." Tim turned to the left and stood in
front of the sink, while I gathered a handful of very
warm water and dripped it over his still swollen
helmet. After several handfuls I saw a slight trickle
begin.
	"Yeah, that's got me goin' now," he said. "I can feel
myself relaxing inside." I continued to hold his
prick, aiming it into the drain, as he emptied
himself.
	"Well, I think that got you flushed out just right,"
I said, giving his helmet a squeeze. Then I gripped
his shoulder and turned him to face me. His arms went
around my body and I felt him hug me tightly. I kissed
his forehead, and then his ears and cheeks. I felt his
soft lips on my neck. Our pricks were between us,
being squeezed by our pubic bones, as we hugged
tightly.
	"It's so great bein' here with you," he whispered
passionately.
	"I'm glad you came, in more way than one." He laughed
at this double entendre and kissed me on the neck
again.
	"You know it's well after twelve?" I asked. "We
missed lunch."
	"I'm not even hungry, Jack. Just bein' here with you
is enough for me."
	"Maybe we'd better get dressed and go out. I don't
know if you're in the mood for pizza but there's a
very nice pizza joint a few miles down the road."
	"Oh, I know, Jack. By the time we get there I'm sure
I'll have an appetite." We went back into the bedroom
and dressed, and minutes later we were enjoying the
sunny summer weather on the way to the pizza
restaurant. The air conditioner kept us comfortable,
and I pointed out several sites to Tim along the way.
	The lunch crowd had thinned by the time we sat down,
and the service was quick. We ordered pizza, salad,
and cokes. Tim smiled at me as he nibbled on a slice
of pepperoni pizza.
	"You know, this is really relaxing. After this
morning, I feel very relaxed, but the food adds to
it."
	"Oh, I know. I feel the same way. After we finish, I
just might be ready for a nap."
	"That's a good idea. We've gotta recharge our
batteries." I leaned forward and whispered:
	"Yeah, and sleeping alongside you is a good way to
spend an afternoon." There was nobody at the next
table, so I didn't risk being overheard.
	Back home, we undressed and went to bed, hands
clasping each other's prick, and fell asleep
immediately. When we awoke it was dark, and we felt
refreshed.
	"Feel like a glass of merlot?" I asked Tim.
	"That would go over well," he replied. We went into
the kitchen, naked, and I poured two glasses and left
the bottle on the table. We felt warm, as the summer
heat filled the room.
	"Just help yourself," I said. "Don't ask." We lifted
our glasses and sipped.
	"Jack, I was really turned on by your stories while
we were stroking each other today. It was nice holding
your cock too." I refilled our glasses.
	"Same here," I replied. "You really had a good time
with that trucker. When you told me that, I had a
clear mental image of him lip-locked around your rim
while his tongue drilled into your hole." My prick
began to fill out with the memory, and I noticed that
Tim's had started to swell too.
	"Maybe we could sit in the living room. You could put
another rubber on my cock. I'd really like that." We
got up and took the glasses with us. I got a towel,
another condom, and the bottle of Astro. We sat next
to each other on the couch, thighs touching, which
reinforced the erotic atmosphere. I opened the foil
envelope and squirted some lube into the condom.
	"Let me put it on you again," I said. "You're hard
enough now. I'll jut roll it down enough so that the
ring locks behind your helmet." Tim's warm fingers
grasped my foreskin and began tugging on it gently.
	"I like the way your skin covers the helmet, even
when you're hard like now," he commented. "That looks
really good."
	"It feels good, too," I added. "Your fingers really
feel good on my prick. Now I'm gonna roll it down a
little more."
	"Yeah, go nice and slow, Jack. That light touch is
gettin' me so hot. I've got a buzz on from the merlot,
and your fingers are just magic to me."
	"Now I've got it right over your scar ring," I said
as I began massaging Tim's helmet with the fingers of
my other hand as I held the condom ring in place on
his shaft.
	"I'm glad you left a little slack at the front," he
said.
	"That's so I can slide the latex over your helmet,
like a foreskin. I can see your balls are already
gettin' tight."
	"Oh, yeah, you're exciting me, Jack. I can feel your
fingertip ridges like before."
	"Okay, now I'll roll it down all the way. That rubber
ring's gonna be tight around the base, and you know
how it constricts the veins."
	"That's gonna make my cock even harder." Tim's
fingers continued to jiggle my foreskin gently over my
glans. "Ever get together with another guy who had a
reconstructed foreskin?" he asked.
	"Yeah, I did once. This was about 15 years ago. Mike
hadn't really been circumcised when he was born. The
doctor had done a dorsal slit, cutting the foreskin
along the top and pushing it back behind the head, so
he hadn't lost any tissue. The foreskin just lay
behind the head like a thick cuff of skin, permanently
retracted. He started stretching it to get in it shape
to cover the head again."
	"Did he have a big helmet too?"
	"Yeah, his was almost exactly like yours and mine.
When he had the foreskin shaped the way he wanted,
fully covering the head, he went to a plastic surgeon
and had it sutured along the top, and I think he was
really just as good as new."
	"Did his cock make cheese?"
	"That was the best part. He hadn't lost any tissue,
and so he still had his inner lining and his frenulum.
Once he had the foreskin permanently over the head, it
began secreting smegma. "
	"You said permanently. You mean he couldn't skin
back?"
	"No, I meant that he had it in place the way it was
originally. His foreskin went back easily, easier than
mine, in fact. It was a natural foreskin in every way.
I could hardly see the scar line along the top. That
surgeon must have used fine sutures, because they
didn't leave any marks."
	"What did you do when you got together?"
	"Well, we went to his hotel room and talked for
awhile. We exchanged experiences, and that made us
hot. His prick was hard and he was leaking lube like
crazy. We stripped and I had him lie flat on the bed
with a towel over his stomach. I started stroking him,
working the foreskin up and down over the head. This
really got to him because his balls tightened up right
away, and he started breathing hard."
	"I'm not surprised, Jack. You have a way with cocks.
I mean when you touch mine, I always get very
excited."
	"Well, he was getting hot. I felt his head swell up
through the skin and each time I pulled the foreskin
down it seemed a bit darker."
	"You made him come, right?"
	"That's right. We were both so hot we needed relief.
I told him I wanted him to come first, so that I could
watch him shoot, and then he could do the same to me.
I pumped his prick, sliding that long foreskin up and
down the head, and he got closer and closer to
coming."
	`Was his skin long enough to cover the head when he
was hard?"
	"Oh, yeah, you bet it was. Remember, he'd been
stretching it out before he got it sewn together. I
really don't know how long it was before he started,
but when I saw him his foreskin covered his big helmet
right to the end, with a little pucker in front.
That's when he was hard. When he was soft, he had a
little nipple in front of the head."
	"Did he come hard, like I do?"
	"You bet he did. I pumped his foreskin faster, and he
was breathing hard. His eyes closed, and then when his
prick started throbbing in my hand, he grunted very
loudly. I was wondering if anyone heard him out in the
hall, he was so loud. He shot several streams onto the
towel. He really shot; he didn't dribble."
	"I think that was because your hand was on his cock,
Jack. He probably wouldn't have come so hard if he'd
just been jacking himself."
	"Oh, I think you're right, Tim." My fingers continued
to massage Tim's helmet, very slowly and very gently,
through the thin latex, as I spoke, and I felt his
gentle fingers sliding my foreskin in short strokes
along my glans.
	"I guess he unloaded a lot of come," Tim said.
	"He really wet down that towel. After he revived, he
got up and went to the bathroom to wash himself, and
then he came back to do me. I took his place on the
bed and he sat next to me. My prick had gotten a bit
soft while I was waiting, but he quickly got me hard
again. He was pumping my foreskin like I'd done to
him, and he had me going. Mike kept at it, and at one
point he told me he could feel my head getting harder
through the skin. I was pretty far along then, and I
closed my eyes, because I was getting that tingling
feeling in the rim. He kept pumping my foreskin and a
couple of seconds later it happened. I just lay there,
helpless in his hands, while he pumped the cream from
my prick. I felt the hot cream shooting up my tube
like hot lava, and I know I was crying out as loudly
as he had."
	"That was really hot. You gave each other hot comes,
just like we did."
	"Yes, but there wasn't the emotion that's been part
of it with us. We hardly knew each other, and here was
no tenderness to it. I don't mean we didn't enjoy it.
We enjoyed it a lot, and we really drained ourselves,
but it wasn't like with you and me." When I'd finished
Tim turned and kissed me on the cheek.
	"That's what makes it so wonderful with you, Jack. I
want to make you come hard, give you a good feeling,
and I know you want the same thing for me." I kissed
Tim's cheek then and gave his prick a longer stroke,
sliding the thin latex membrane down until the end
stretched over the front dome of his helmet.
	"Want to come now?" I asked. I could see that he was
very excited by what I'd just related to him.
	"No, I'm gonna make you come first because your
foreskin inspires me. While I'm strokin' your cock,
I'll tell you about an uncut guy I met about 10 years
ago. He was hitchhiking and I picked him up. We were
both horny, and got to talking about sex. After
awhile, he said that talk was makin' him hot, and he
needed relief. I told him I needed it too, and I
pulled over down a side road."
	"Did you just jack off, or did you do each other?"
	"Well, I wasn't sure about that until I stopped the
truck in the woods. He looked at me and said it would
eel better if I jacked him, and that he'd do me in
return. He said he wasn't into sucking, just a good
hand job. I told him that was okay with me because I
like hand jobs too. When he pulled his pants down I
thought I was in heaven because he was uncut. He was
about my age, but he'd been born in Arkansas, where
practically nobody gets clipped. That's what he told
me."
	"Lucky you ran into him."
  	"Yeah, the sight of that foreskin turned me on. He
didn't seem to mind that I was cut. He said he'd
handled a lot of cut cocks before."
	"How did you do it, right in the truck?"
	"Yep. Right there. We had our pants down, and I had
both some baby oil and a towel in the truck, so we
started in. We put the towel over our laps and he
lubed my cock and started stroking. He was good, too,
because he knew just how to do it, twisting his fist
around the helmet at the top of each stroke. We were
very hot, and needed to come bad. My cock's not as
sensitive as an uncut one, but I was so turned on my
doing his foreskin that I kept right up with him."
	"Did you come together?"
	"We did. I didn't think we would, but my helmet as
all tingly when he started to shoot that the sight of
his shootin' and the feel of his cock throbbin' set me
off. We just shot our loads all over the towel, and
the way we were yellin' it was good thing we were deep
in the woods." Tim's account has me very aroused, and
he noticed it because he now began pumping my foreskin
in earnest.
	"You're gonna make me come," I grunted as the hot
sensations coursed through my body.
	"I wanna make you come right now, Jack. I wanna make
you cream so I can feel your cock throb, watch your
face, and stroke that foreskin." He kept pumping my
fleshy cowl over the head, pulling back hard on the
down-stroke, knowing that the stretching of my nerve
endings would intensify the sensations for me.
	"Your helmet's really hard. I bet you're all tingly
now," he said. I could only grunt as my eyes closed,
and the tingle in my rim because a hot flame of
sensations that spread all through my glans and down
my shaft.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted helplessly as the sperm
boiled up my shaft, and my mind shut down as I
discharged my first load. Now his expert fingers
brought my foreskin up fully over the head, and my
insides contracted again, sending another hot torrent
of cream burning up my tube and slamming through the
lips of my hole. I was helpless in Tim's hands as he
pumped a third shattering spasm into my straining
prick, the sensations rippling out through my body.
	Somehow it ended, the spasms fading while I slumped
breathless on the couch next to Tim. He still held my
prick as he put an arm around my shoulders and hugged
me to him. I became aware that I was still holding his
prick but the mind-numbing orgasms had driven all
thoughts of stimulating him out of my consciousness. I
opened my eyes.
	"Oh, Tim, that was so hot," I whispered, still
recovering from my daze.
	"I didn't know you could still cream so much," he
said. The towel in front of me was wet with my thick
viscous fluid, which was slowly soaking into the
terrycloth. Tim began to milk my softening prick,
pressing his expert finger along the underside. He
gave the helmet a final dab and rolled my foreskin up
to cover it.
	"Thanks, Tim," I said as I kissed his neck. "Now I've
got to do the same for you." I resumed stroking the
thin latex sheath over the front part of his prick,
caressing the scar and the tissue between it and his
rim, and then working over the flaring corona.
	"You won't have too much to do," he said. "I'm so hot
that I just can't hold out." I massaged his glans
avidly, wanting him to experience the same shattering
orgasm I had.
	"Now I'm massaging your helmet, feeling how hard it
is, following the contours with your foreskin," I
said, fueling his fantasy by sliding the thin latex
over his head. "Your balls are real tight. Just let it
happen, Tim." I kissed his neck again as I worked his
hot hard prick, wanting to give him the utmost in
sensation.
	"My helmet's all tingly..." he said as his eyes
closed and he stopped speaking. I twisted the latex
over his broad helmet, hitting the nerve endings with
my fingertips and the wrinkled latex. He moaned as I
cupped his tight sac, gently kneading it to add to his
sensations. His fists clenched and his mouth opened.
	"HHHAAAANNNNHHH!" he wailed as the first blast of the
orgasm hit him with full force. His straining prick
throbbed in my hand as I saw the front of the condom
distend with his discharge. He grunted again as the
second load pumped up his shaft to empty itself into
the sheath. I felt his hot body writhing against mine
in the frenzy of his orgasm, and he cried out again as
the third load filled the thin latex.
	I twisted my fist, working it around his hard helmet,
as it throbbed again. Now lesser spurts erupted from
him, and I felt his body relax gradually as his orgasm
faded. Tim slumped against me, utterly spent.
	After several minutes he opened his eyes and I helped
him to the bathroom, where I stripped the dangling
condom from his softening prick, stood him at the
sink, and rinsed the viscous fluid off him. He didn't
say a word as I helped him to the bed, and we fell
into a deep and dreamless sleep.

End of Part 2