Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2005 09:28:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Visit from Tim, Part 3, Adult Friends, 3/3

Visit from Tim, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

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.

	We awoke the next morning, fingers wrapped around
each other's pricks, and I saw Tim's radiant smile
when I opened my eyes.
	"We're both hard," he commented. "Is it because we
have to pee or because we turn each other on?"
	"Both, I'm sure," I replied, returning his smile.
	"I already told you I like the way your foreskin
covers the helmet, even when you're rock-hard," he
continued. "I was wondering about something, though.
Has anyone ever jacked your cock by running his finger
around inside your skin? I saw a picture of that on
the Internet."
	"No, nobody ever did that to me, Tim. I thought of it
a couple of times, but never did it to myself,
either."
	"Want me to try it now? Before we get up to pee? I
think we'll have hotter comes if we really have to
pee."
	"That's been my experience too, Tim. I found my
orgasms are hotter if I'm straining against a full
bladder." Tim moved closer to me and I felt his
fingers tighten slightly around my prick, pulling up
from the base.
	"Okay, now I've got lots of skin over the helmet. Are
you sure it won't hurt if I put my finger inside? It
won't stretch your foreskin too much?"
	"No, Tim, it shouldn't hurt or even be uncomfortable.
I think you'd better use a couple of drops of
Astroglide on your finger, though, to make sure it's
lubed. It always feels better when I have a lot of
lube." Tim reached for the squirt bottle and dripped a
few drops into the pucker of my foreskin before
putting his finger into the opening. I felt his
fingertip tracing small circles around my teardrop
shaped orifice, slightly stretching the thick cowl.
	"That feel nice, Jack? It's stretching your foreskin
at the same time I'm tickling the front of your
helmet."
	"Oh, it's nice, really nice, Tim. Don't stop." I felt
his finger push deeper into my foreskin sac, caressing
the broad upper surface of my glans and then traveling
down to the twin lobes underneath, injecting very
erotic sensations into my tender tip.
	"Your helmet really feels good this way. I'm feeling
my way around it, exploring the contours. Now I'm at
your hot spot underneath, and I can imagine how that
feels for you." His finger strummed my hot spot, the
remains of the frenulum that had been cut away with my
foreskin when I was born.
	"I'd like to do you, too, Tim. Just let me slip a
condom over your helmet, because I know you really
enjoy that." I reached for a condom and the Astroglide
on the bedside table, and Tim slowed his probing of my
foreskin while I tore the foil envelope. I felt his
finger slowly moving around my corona, tenderly
caressing the nerve endings.
	"Okay, I've got it on your helmet now, and I'll start
unrolling it. Tell me how it feels." My fingers slowly
worked the rolled latex down Tim's glans, engulfing
the rim and groove behind it, pausing at his circular
scar.
	"It feels like you're putting on a foreskin, Jack.
You know how that turns me on." I continued rolling
the latex sheath down his shaft to the base.
	"Now that tight ring around your veins is gonna make
your prick harder, Tim. I've left a lot of slack up
front to give you that sliding action on your helmet."
I began working the wrinkled latex over the compound
curves of Tim's shapely helmet, making him sigh in
delight.
	"Ohhhh," he sighed. "That feels so nice the way
you're slidin' it." His finger continued to circle my
glans, following the slant of the corona. "That feels
good for you, too, huh?"
	"It really does, Tim. You're fingertip's hitting all
the hot nerve endings."
	"I can feel how hard your helmet is, Jack. It's so
smooth and hard. I'm glad your foreskin's stretching
to let me run my finger around that big helmet." Now
his finger slipped into the vee-groove under my helmet
and began a back and forth pumping action, a delicate
friction that made the nerve endings sing.
	"I'm working on your helmet too. Now I'm working my
fingertips all around your rim." I had my thumb in the
vee-groove underneath while my other four fingers
caressed the flaring rim.
	"That feels so good, Jack. Now I'll keep rubbing you
under the helmet while my other hand works on your
rim. I love the way your rim flares, even through that
thick foreskin." The fingers of his left hand,
stabilizing my prick, caressed my corona, sliding the
tight foreskin over it.
	"I'm gonna shift my grip now,' I informed him. "I'll
put my thumb on top and my other fingers in your
vee-groove to work your hot spot." My fingertips
caressed his thick gee-string under the head, while I
flicked my thumb over his flaring rim, compressing it
slightly with each flick. I heard his sharp intake of
breath, followed by his fingers tightening on my
prick.
	"Too much, too much," he said. "I'm gettin' so turned
on playing with your helmet and foreskin, and you're
gonna make me pop if you keep this up." I slowed my
action, using a lighter grip, and felt him relax
somewhat.
	"I know, Tim. You want this to last. You like edging,
and so do I. It's just that I got a little carried
away touching your beautiful prick. I love running my
fingers over your helmet, especially with that latex
foreskin to help me." I was barely sliding the thin
membrane now, wanting to avoid precipitating his
orgasm. "I felt your helmet gettin' hard, but now I
think you can relax and last awhile."
	"Your helmet's beautiful too, Jack, and runnin' my
finger around it under your foreskin's so hot for me."
He relaxed his grip on my prick, and I felt his
fingertip slowly following my corona around the top,
and then down the other side in a slow, measured pace
calculated to avoid triggering my explosion.
	"Now I'm gonna move back a little, and just run my
fingers around your scar. I think you're pretty
sensitive there, too, but not as much as your hot spot
under the helmet." I worked back along Tim's prick,
running my fingers over his flaring ridge and down
into the groove behind it, caressing the sensitive
tissue around his scar. He sighed again.
	"That feels really good, but you won't trigger me,"
he said. "That okay, the way I'm fingering your
helmet? I don't want you to blow too soon, either."
His finger continued to probe deep inside my foreskin,
caressing the ridge and stretching the sheath.
	"That's just perfect, Tim. Your finger feels so warm
inside my foreskin."
	"Your helmet feels hot to me," he said. It's really
hot and hard, congested with blood. I can see the tip,
and it's a little darker than usual. Your slit's
really pouting, like a teardrop."
	"I can feel the warmth of your prick through the
rubber," I said. "It's really hot too and the helmet's
dark." The thin, translucent latex let me see the
shape and color of his glans perfectly.
	"Hey, Jack, can I try getting two fingers in there? I
think your foreskin can stretch far enough. That would
be a real thrill for me, and it might be hot for you
too."
	"Go ahead, Tim. You're not hurting me now, and I
think it can stretch to take two fingers." He grasped
the front edge of my foreskin with two fingers of his
other hand and gently slid his third finger inside
alongside his index finger. Now he was using both
fingertips to caress my rim, making a definite bulge
in my foreskin.
	"You're pretty well lubed in there, Jack, but I'll
add a couple more drops of Astro just to be sure." He
drizzled several drops from the squeeze bottle into
the gap between my helmet and foreskin next to his
fingers. The fresh lubricant gave me a sudden
sensation of warmth.
	"See? It stretched to take the other finger. It's
pretty stretchy skin."
	"The way your skin stretches, I think you just might
be able to dock someone. You've got a lot of skin
there, Jack."
	"Yeah, my foreskin stretches to take your fingers,
but I don't think it would stretch enough to take your
big helmet." Also, it's not long enough to cover your
whole helmet."
	"That's too bad, Jack. I'd be in heaven if I could
dock with you. You know how your foreskin turns me on,
and if I could slip my helmet inside it, feel your
real live warm skin around it, that would be a
terrific turn-on."
	"Maybe too much of a turn-on," I replied. "If somehow
I could dock you, I bet you'd shoot your load the
second your helmet was inside me."
	"I think you're right there. I'd probably blast off
in one second." As he spoke, his two fingers continued
their slow travel around my corona, caressing the
broad upper surface along the way.
	"You're still gettin' me excited," I said. "Two
fingers in there are really stretchin' my foreskin.
It's pretty tight in there, and my hood's pressing
your fingers against my head." I kept working around
Tim's scar, just enough to maintain his excitement.
	"You wanna come, Jack? I can feel your helmet gettin'
harder, and I know you're almost ready." He increased
his pace now, rubbing the top surface of my glans and
then working down underneath, caressing the sides of
my corona where they met underneath in twin lobes.
	"Okay, go ahead. I'll come and then bring you off."
	"Let's go for it, then. Watchin' and feelin' you
shoot's gonna give me a hot inspiration." His other
hand squeezed the base of my shaft while the index and
third finger of his right hand massaged the underside
of my helmet. I felt my excitement mounting, and began
breathing deeply to delay the inevitable.
	"Your helmet's really hard now, Jack. I can feel how
hard and smooth it's become, and your shaft's really
stiff too. The big vein on the right side's really
bulging too." His fingertips continued their insistent
caress, working on the hot spot underneath, and now
they moved around my corona, reaching the flare at the
top, flicking at the nerve endings to tease them into
responding. My prick ached for release, and my
breathing became more shallow and rapid.
	"You've got me really hot," I whispered. Any second
now."
	"Is your rim tinglin' yet" he asked.
	"Oh, yeah, it's really tingly now. I can't hold out
much longer."
	"Your eyes just closed. You're right at the edge."
His fingers danced around my helmet under the
foreskin, and I felt a surge of sensation as he pushed
me relentlessly toward the brink.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly as my insides
exploded, driving a hot torrent of boiling cream up
through my aching prick, distending my orifice as it
poured through the lips. Tim now pulled back hard on
my foreskin, and I felt him blow on my helmet as his
fingertips continued to attack my nerve endings. I
cried out again as a second hot blast of lava surged
up through my prick to boil out of the teardrop shaped
slit. His fingertips continued to massage the nerve
endings, grazing my corona before dropping down to
press into my hot spot underneath while his thumb
compressed my flaring rim.
	Now he removed his fingers, but pulled back hard on
my shaft skin because he knew how sensitive my helmet
gets when I come, stretching the nerve endings and
bringing forth another hot eruption from my straining
prick. I moaned loudly, totally lost in the
sensations, my mind on "HOLD" as the glorious feelings
spread through my body. I felt my fingers mindlessly
tightening on his prick, stroking rapidly, and I heard
his anguished cry as the orgasm overtook him too.
	We lay side by side our straining bodies pressed
against each other, as we both released our pent-up
sperm. Tim lay on his side, pressing hard against me,
while I shot my cream onto my stomach. My orgasm was
fading but his was in full stride and I felt his prick
throbbing hard through the thin latex, filling it with
his cream and making it even more slippery. I was in a
daze, the last spasms flickering out deep inside me as
he pumped his prick into my encircling fingers,
thrusting hard in mindless releas
e.
	Minutes later, I opened my eyes. Tim lay inert beside
me, and I waited until he revived. He spoke;
	"Man, when I saw that cream shootin' from your big
helmet, with my fingers around your foreskin, I was
really excited. Then when you squeezed my cock all of
a sudden, I just lost it. It happened so fast that I
couldn't hold back. My cock just started throbbin' and
my juice shot out. I felt your fingers around my hot
cock and helmet, and that drove me over the edge." He
moved forward slightly to kiss my neck, and I reached
around him and hugged him to me.
	"That was so hot for me, my fingers deep inside your
foreskin," he continued. "Touchin' your big hard
helmet, feelin' it throb, and then I skinned you back
and saw it, from front to rim, big and purple."
	"I felt your prick throbbing too," I said. My eyes
were closed so I missed the show. Imagine what might
have happened if you'd been docked inside me."
	"Yeah, we would have been blastin' our cream at each
other," he said.
	"I think we could use a shower now,' I suggested,
getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Tim
followed, and we got under the warm water, enjoying
the sensual feeling of the water sluicing over our
bodies.
	"You shot all over your stomach," he said. "It's all
in your pubic hairs. I'd better soap you up good down
there." He picked up the sponge and liquid soap and
began applying it to the hairs on my stomach and
around my prick.
	"Since your skin's still back I'll be careful not to
soap your helmet. It just needs rinsing," he said.
	"Yeah, but when you rinse me off, make sure you don't
leave any suds inside my foreskin. Soap irritates it."
Tim finished washing the residual juices out of my
pubic hairs and handed me the sponge and bottle to let
me begin doing him.
	"Okay, I'm making sure you don't have any soap left
under your foreskin," he said, cupping his hand and
pouring clear water over my pubic area and my prick.
"I'm holding back your skin all the way to make sure
there's none around the rim." Now he pulled my
foreskin forward to cover the precious helmet while I
worked the sudsy sponge all over his body.
	"I like running my hands over you, Tim. You're so
muscular, so solid."
	"I'm glad you like doing that," he replied. "It feels
really good for me.
	"Developing an appetite?" I asked as we dried each
other.
	"You bet I am," he replied. "Got any bacon and eggs
left?"
	"I do. Let's get into the kitchen. You can cook the
bacon while I do the toast and the eggs, but be
careful. You don't want any bacon grease splattering
on your precious helmet."
	Within minutes we were sitting at the table wolfing
down the food. I had made coffee while the bacon had
been sizzling, and by the time I'd finished the toast
and eggs the pot was full. After we'd finished, Tim
spoke:
	"I've been wondering what it would be like to dock
with you."
	"Well, you know my foreskin's just not roomy enough
to take both big helmets," I answered.
	"I had an idea," he continued while I washed the
dishes and he dried. "We could use a rubber. Cut off
the end and we could slip both our cocks in there,
head to head. Those Magnum condoms you have would be
perfect, I think, because they've got a lot of slack."
	"I think you're right," I said as I turned off the
water. "Let's rest up for a few minutes and we'll try
it." We went back to bed, lying silently side by side,
holding each other's pricks and feeling the warmth of
each other's bodies.
	"You're starting to swell," he murmured. "I felt his
fingers lightly stroking my prick, inducing a hardness
that was beyond my control.
	"Okay, you're right, Tim. I think we're ready. Just
let me get a condom and some Astro." I propped myself
up and unwrapped a condom. Taking the scissors from
the drawer, I cut off the end.
	"Want me to get a towel?" he asked. "Even with the
rubber, some could spill."
	"I'm sure some's gonna spill, the way we both shoot.
Get a towel out of the linen closet." Back on the bed
Tim spread the towel, folded in four, between us.
	"There, that should absorb it, no matter how much we
shoot. Maybe the rubber might even tear," he added as
he rolled over to face me. We were both fully erect
now from anticipation.
	"Okay, now I'm gonna lubricate your penis and slip on
the rubber." I unrolled the condom onto his now hard
prick, leaving about half of it dangling off the end.
	"Let me put the other part on you, Jack. I want to
touch your cock and feel how hard it is. I'm gonna
skin you back, so I can feel your helmet through the
rubber." His strong fingers pushed my thick fleshy
hood back until it locked behind my rim, and then he
squirted a generous amount of lubricant on my prick
and eased the condom over my glans and beyond my rim.
	"I guess we're ready to go," I commented. The
condom's far enough down on your prick, behind the
scar ring, and it's an inch behind my rim too."
	"Let me stroke you, Jack. I can feel your hard helmet
against mine, but I want to feel it with my fingers.
Anyway, I want you to come first. Your tip's more
sensitive than mine, anyway."
	"Sure you'll be able to hold off, Tim? You told me
that when you and the hitch-hiker were going at it,
you shot right along with him."
	"I can't be sure, Jack. This is turning me on so
much..." He trailed off.
	"I can see that. Your balls are already very tight.
Well, the worst that can happen is we come together,"
I reassured him. His fingers began a slow massaging of
the thin latex over my hard helmet, fueling my fire. I
felt him thrusting lightly against me, his engorged
glans pressing against mine, and I think he was
unaware that he was thrusting.
	"This is really nice, Jack. Before, I felt your
helmet through the foreskin, but now it feels
terrific. That rubber's so think I can feel every sexy
curve perfectly and even the little bumps along your
ridge."
	"Oh, yeah, that feels so good for me, Tim." I reached
between us to cup his sac, but I didn't knead it to
avoid adding to his excitement. His fingers massaged
my rim, and I felt him pull back on my shaft skin with
his other hand.
	"I'm makin' sure you're skinned back all the way so I
can feel the back of your ridge," he explained. "Now I
can feel the little bumps even better. I know that's
doin' a lot to you."
	"Oh, yeah, Tim. You've got me really turned on." My
prick twitched as Tim ran his fingers behind my
corona, caressing it through the thin, lubricated
latex.
	"I felt that," he said. "Your helmet throbbed right
against mine. Man, this is such a hot experience." Hi
fingers continued their exploration of my corona and
probing the deep groove behind it.
	"I know you like edging, Tim, but you're not gonna
last long this way.
	"No, I might not," he admitted. "Look, maybe you'd
better take your hand off my balls. I really want to
make you bust your nut first." I removed my hand,
while he continued massaging my glans, now thumbing
the broad upper surface as well as fingering my ridge.
	"I know I won't last long, Tim. What you're doin' is
so exciting to me." I sighed deeply as another twitch
rocked my prick.
	"Just come when you're ready, Jack. I love slidin'
this rubber foreskin over your tip. I just love
feelin' your hard helmet like this. It's really hard
now, and I can see it got darker." He was right. My
glans ached for the hot release of orgasm, and a
steady tickle had begun in my corona.
	"Oooohhh, Tim," I sighed. "You know what you're doin'
to me?" I took a deep breath, trying to remain
relaxed, but it was futile as Tim's strong fingers
continued to slide over my tender flesh. Tim's blue
eyes bored into mine as he snuggled closer to me, and
now our chests were against each other and I could
feel his respiration. He kissed my lips.
	"I want to make you come. I want to feel your helmet
throb against mine when you do come. I wanna feel your
jizz shooting against my helmet." His fingers
tightened slightly around my glans, deepening the
sensations as they compressed the nerve endings in its
surface.
	"I'm feelin' a tingle in my rim," I whispered as my
eyes closed. It felt as if my glans were swelling
tremendously, distended and ready to burst.
	"Just let it happen, Jack," he said as he twisted his
fingers sharply around my rim, one finger probing into
my vee-groove under the head. This triggered a sudden
spasm deep inside me, and I cried out helplessly as
the first hot wave overwhelmed me.
	"HAAAHHHHHH!" I bellowed as I felt the sharp
contraction expelling a torrent of boiling fluid into
my shaft. My mouth was wide open, but I couldn't make
a sound as the heavy gush shot up my prick and poured
out into the condom against Tim's waiting helmet. I
cried out again as another hot surge shot up my shaft
to distend the lips of my opening as it erupted
against Tim's tender flesh.
	Now I found the breath to cry out again as the
thud-thud-thud continued wracking the root of my
penis. I was utterly helpless, lost in the torrent of
mindless sensations that swept over me as my sperm
continued to boil out of my throbbing prick. I slowly
became aware that my orgasm had faded, and that I was
lying inert in Tim's arms. I realized he'd stopped
massaging my helmet because he knew it had become too
sensitive.
	"Did you come too?" I asked as I opened my eyes. I'd
been so out of it I had no idea if Tim's orgasm had
overtaken him as he'd thought it might during my
storm.
	"No, but it was close, Jack. Even though you weren't
touching me with your hands I felt your big hard
helmet throbbing against mine like a hammer when you
came. Then you shot, and I felt your hot jizz
splashing against my helmet and spreading around it
inside the rubber. Feeling that almost made me lose it
right then." He kissed me again after he'd finished.
	"Darling," I said as I hugged him to me.
	"Darling," he whispered in my ear just before kissing
me on the neck.
	"Now I've got to help you get off," I said. "I
thought of something you might like."
	"What, Jack?"
	"My prick's getting soft now. Remember yesterday I
told you that there wasn`t enough room for two big
helmets inside my foreskin? Well, mine isn't big
anymore, and it's gonna stay soft for awhile. Let's
get this condom off and I'll slip my foreskin over
your helmet. That way I can dock you for real." We
separated while Tim slid the condom from his hard
penis and my soft one. A copious amount of cream
dripped onto the towel, and then we prepared to dock
for real.
	"Let's get our heads together," he said as he pressed
his hard glans against my shrunken one. My foreskin
was still retracted, and as soon as I felt his tip
solidly against mine I began sliding it forward. My
hood expanded as it covered the front dome of his
glans and I began pushing it up the taper of his hard
helmet.
	"Just a little more, and I'll be over your rim," I
said as my fingers urged the thick hood forward in its
unaccustomed role. "There, now I'm covering your
helmet completely and I think I can stretch it back to
your scar ring."
	"Ooooohhhh,! Tim moaned his eyes closing. "This is so
fuckin' hot..." I began stroking my foreskin over the
sensitive front end of Tim's prick, helmet, neck, and
scar ring, knowing that this was exciting him in a way
he'd never experienced. I felt his hot hard helmet
pressed against mine, and knew that he was very close
to unloading. I felt the tenseness in his body. I
hugged him to me, chests touching, so that I could
feel him totally.
	"Just stay with me, Tim. Just try to relax if you
can..." I trailed off as I rotated my foreskin over the
hardness of Tim's engorged helmet. I felt his big
helmet throb against my shrunken one, and knew that
he'd be ejaculating within a second or two. I gave my
thick foreskin another twist over his glans and was
rewarded by a heavy throb. His body strained against
mine.
	"YAAAAHHHH!" Tim cried as his throb was followed by a
torrent of boiling cream that shot against my glans
and swirled around inside my foreskin. He cried out
again, thrusting against me, as he shot a second load
into my distended hood, and I felt the hot cream
swirling around my glans. Tim thrust again, his big
tip straining against mine and spurting another heavy
ejaculation against my tissues.
	I was aware that Tim's spurts were not as forceful
now, and that he'd stopped thrusting. I stopped
stroking my foreskin over his helmet because I thought
it might have become super-sensitive at this point.
When he became still, I lay still with him, waiting
for him to recover from his daze. Meanwhile, I felt
the thick juice leaking from the end of my foreskin
onto the thick layers of towel.
	When he opened his eyes I looked at him, waiting for
a sign of recognition. I felt him put an arm over me
and hug me.
	"That was awesome, Jack. I never came that hard in my
life!"
	"Oh, I felt you coming hard. Your helmet was
throbbing against mine almost like a jackhammer."
	"I was able to hold off while I was making you come,
but once I felt that foreskin of yours over my helmet
I couldn't hold it any longer. It was better than the
rubber, maybe because I knew it was a real foreskin,
not a rubber one."
	"I'm glad I was able to do that for you, Tim."
	"Oh, it felt so warm, your foreskin over my helmet.
Then when you started sliding it, it felt hot. My
helmet was so swollen I thought it would burst." Our
pricks had separated now that they were both soft, and
we relaxed in the beautiful afterglow.
	"Your cock's really dripping, Jack. I'll skin it back
and wipe it for you. You've got a lot of my jizz
inside that skin of yours." Tim lovingly squeezed my
prick, gently skinning it back and dabbing my exposed
helmet with a corner of the towel before returning the
shroud to its natural position.
	"Yours is all wet too, Tim. Let me wipe it for you."
I took the towel and wiped the thick, sticky liquid
from his shaft and glans.
	"That foreskin of yours is really sexy, even if it's
not the original one," Tim said.
	"Well, it worked pretty well getting you off."
	"Yeah, and even now, when it's limp, I can see your
big helmet through the skin." He tweaked my long
foreskin nipple, and then rolled onto his back. I
grasped his warm limp prick. We fell asleep that way,
utterly exhausted.
	We awoke about noon, feeling pretty good and very
calm. There was no need for words as we took a shower
together, a quick one just to rinse off the sweat and
residual cream on our pricks.
	"Like Italian food?" I asked as we dried each other.
	"I love it, Jack. Want to do that for lunch?"
	"Yeah, that would be nice. We can have a long
sit-down lunch and then maybe I can show you around
the area."
	"That's a good idea for the afternoon," he said. "I'm
all jazzed out." Suddenly Tim became very serious:
	"This is our last day. You know I'm headin' for
California to see friends in the morning." We were
dressing, and I paused, reaching for him.
	"I really enjoyed it, Tim. You're a hell of a nice
guy." I drew him to me, holding him close, and I felt
his heartbeat against my chest.
	"This has been great," he whispered as he kissed my
neck tenderly. I felt his warmth against me and hugged
him more tightly. I kissed his ear and then held his
head against my cheek. After a minute we separated and
went outside.
	It was a short drive to the restaurant, and when we
got there we ate to our fill, which only made us
sleepy. We returned to my place and undressed, lying
side by side on the bed.
	"I'm sorry I don't have the energy to drive you
around," I said.
	"No prob, Jack. I wouldn't be able to stay awake,
anyway. I'm all whacked out from this morning."
	"Yeah, we both had really intense orgasms."
	"I've never had as many comes with another guy," he
said.
	"I haven't either, Tim. Also, I've never felt as
close to another guy as I feel to you." Tim turned his
head to me, and I saw tears in his eyes.
	"I know how you feel," he whispered. I pulled him to
me and hugged him tightly, our bodies in full-length
contact, as tears came to my eyes.
	"I can feel your prick against mine but I can't get
aroused right now," I said.
	"That's okay, Jack. We're both drained."
	"I guess you'll be leaving in the morning," I said.
	"Yeah, I'll be heading out to California to visit
some friends."
	"Maybe next year we could get together at some
resort," I suggested.
	"Maybe, Jack, but there's something you ought to know
now."
	"What's that?"
	"My friends want to introduce me to some guy. They
say he's my age, and a really nice guy." I was
surprised at his words, but also relieved and happy.
	"That's very good news. You might establish a
permanent relationship. I'd like that."
	"I thought you'd be disappointed."
	"No, not at all. Remember I told you a few weeks ago
that I thought your happiness was important to me?"
	"Yeah, I remember very well."
	"Well, Tim, if you find some guy and you want to get
together with him permanently, that would make me very
happy. Find that hard to believe?"
	"I guess not, Jack. I shouldn't even be surprised to
hear you say it. I remember you were very serious
about that, and I believed you."
	"Okay, then. Let's celebrate with some merlot." I got
up and brought back a bottle and two glasses.
	"Here's to you, Jack," Tim said as he lifted his
glass.
	"Here's lookin' at you, kid," I wisecracked as I
lifted mine.

The End