Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 11:45:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend With Tim, Part 2, Adult Friends, 2/3

Weekend with Tim, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Saturday morning we awoke wrapped in each other's
arms, and happily without hangovers, as we hadn't
drunk too much merlot the previous evening. This was a
good thing, especially as we'd been drinking on empty
stomachs, because our need for sex had overshadowed
any hunger we might have felt.
	As we'd turned over several times during sleep, we'd
let go of each other's pricks, but now Tim again
reached for mine.
	"I love to hold your cock," he said, with his eyes
still closed. I hugged him to me and wrapped my
fingers around his.
	"What do you want to do this morning, Tim? Did you
work up an appetite after last night?
	"I'm hungry," Tim said as he opened his eyes and
leaned forward slightly to plant a dry kiss on my
lips. I hugged him harder in a rush of emotion, as I
felt a close bond with him as a result of the evening
before. After a minute I relaxed my grip and said:
	"Okay, let's get showered and shaved, and we'll go
out for breakfast. You know the places around here.
Pick the one you like." We got up and hurried through
our bathroom chores, finishing in 15 minutes. Tim led
me to his vehicle, a 1995 Dodge Ram pickup truck, and
he drove us to the restaurant, which wasn't crowded
because of the early hour.
	We picked a booth in the corner and ordered our
meals. We were both into eggs, bacon, home fries, and
biscuits, and Tim assured me that this place served
generous portions. The waitress soon brought our
plates and as we dug into the food, Tim said:
	"Again, I'm really glad you came. I was wondering
what you were like, and now I know." I understood the
implications, because I knew that some people lie
profusely about themselves on the Internet. They take
advantage of the anonymity to cloud their true selves
and create a false persona. This can lead to
unpleasant surprises if they end up with a face to
face meeting.
	"Well, I got to like you a lot from your e-mails, and
I felt you were being honest with me. Still, I'm as
relieved as you are to find out that I was right about
you."
	"That was some evening," Tim said, lowering his voice
even though nobody was within earshot.
	"I know it was," I responded. "Half the thrill was
giving you your orgasms. That did a lot for me."
	"I really enjoyed playing with your cock. I like it a
lot, especially because of that long thick hood."
	"I like yours too, Tim," I said.
	"Mine doesn't have a hood like yours, though," he
replied with a note of dejection in his voice.
	"Now look," I said, "I like your prick because it's
yours. Although I understand that you wish yours was
intact because I've been there myself, I'm not turned
off because yours doesn't have a hood. It's you. I do
wish yours had a hood because you'd be happier.
Anyway, you know my hood's just a replacement, not the
real thing. I was exactly your age when I had it done,
by the way."
	"I wouldn't have the guts to go for plastic surgery,"
he said. "Ever have any regrets?"
	"Yes and no," I replied. "I'm glad I've got the new
foreskin, because it's made sex much more enjoyable
for me. It also did a lot for my self-image. I wish
I'd known about the stretching method, though. That's
far less risky than surgery and it looks better in the
end because there aren't any surgical scars and
because the skin matches. My scrotal graft doesn't
match my shaft-skin, as you saw."
	"It looks good enough for me, Jack. That's all that
counts. You're one of the few guys I could discuss
this with. That's another reason I'm glad we got to
meet. Anyway, I also like the rest of your cock.
You've got a big helmet, like I do."
	"Yours is attractive too," I said. "You've got a
straight shaft that tapers a little from base to neck,
and the helmet sits nicely at the end of it. The
slit's right at the end, and the rim stands out from
the neck of your prick. You've got six inches just
like mine, and that's just fine. I'm not really
impressed by guys who claim to have nine or ten
inches, whether it's true or not."
	"I like you for other reasons too," he said. "I like
the way you think, for starters."
	"Me too, Tim. You're very down-to-earth, and that
impresses me a lot. I've met guys who were real
egotists, legends in their own minds. I could tell
from your e-mails that you're really level-headed.
You're Bi, like I am. You've been with both men and
women. We have that in common."
	"Well, what do you think we should do today?" he
asked.
	"We spoke about "Princeton," I suggested. "You can
always jack off alone, but you can't do Princeton
without a partner, so..."
	"Was that really named after Princeton University?"
	"I don't know, Tim. I just know the name, and have no
idea who really started it. I'd bet guys were sticking
their pricks between each other's thighs thousands of
years ago, such as in ancient Greece."
	"That might be, Jack. It's like `French Kissing.' I'd
bet people were doing that before there even was a
country like France."
	"Well, we'll try Princeton for ourselves when we get
back," I said. We finished up our breakfasts and I
picked up the check. Tim drove us back to his
apartment, where we stripped as soon as we got into
the bedroom. Our anticipation had already made us
half-hard.
	"I like the way your big helmet make a bulge in your
skin," Tim observed.
	"Your tip's big, too, Tim. It's easy to find and
grab. Your balls hang low, too, lower than mine."
	"That's because some of that skin was used for your
new hood, Jack. Didn't yours hang as low as mine
before the plastic surgery?"
	"I think they did, although it's been 23 years. I
know for sure I had more skin in my sac then." We sat
side by side on the edge of the bed.
	"My stomach's full right now. We ought to take it
easy before starting or it's gonna be a bit
uncomfortable for me," Tim stated.
	"You like to take it nice and slow anyway, Tim.
That's one reason you like me. We see things the same
way."
	"That's for sure. Mind if I turn on some Wagner? You
know how that gets me fired up."
	"I'd love it. Tim. I like Wagner too, and I like it
more since I found out what it does for you." Tim
walked into the living room and returned, with the
strains of "Meistersinger" filling the air. Something
occurred to me:
	"Hey Tim, ever see that old black and white movie
`Brute Force,' with Burt Lancaster and Hume Cronyn?
That was made back in the 40s, and Wagner was part of
the background music. Cronyn played the sadistic
prison guard captain, and he put Wagner on the old
Victrola while he was beating the shit out of one of
the prisoners with a rubber hose."
	"I think I saw it a long time ago. It was pretty
brutal." Tim sat down on my left, and his right hand
reached for my prick, rolling the nipple of my long
hood between two fingers.
	"That feels nice," I said as I grasped his sculptured
helmet between thumb and forefingers, squeezing it
rhythmically. I knew this would make his cock-root
throb and induce erection.
	"I love the feel of your fingers on my cock," he
breathed, getting very aroused.
	"Your fingers are giving me a tingle in my prick," I
whispered back.
	"I can feel it gettin' hard, Jack. "The core of your
cock's startin' to fill out your skin. I like the way
your cock swells into its skin." He cupped my scrotum
with his other hand as he spoke, and I did the same
for him.
	"Your helmet's swelling in my fingers," I said. "It
feels so good to me."
	"I can feel your helmet through the skin, Jack. I
just love sliding your skin over that big beautiful
helmet." His manipulations now had me almost fully
erect, and the delicious friction of my foreskin
sliding over my glans was very arousing.
	"I wanna get closer to you, Jack," he said as he let
go of my prick and pushed me flat on my back and
climbed on top of me, chest to chest, hugging me
tightly. Our pricks were between our abdomens.
	"I like you close to me, just like this, with our
pricks pressed against each other. I can feel your
hardness against mine," I said, so excited that I was
almost breathless.
	"Am I too heavy for you, Jack?"
	"You're not heavy; you're my brother," I laughed.
	"You could be my brother," he replied. "I wish you
were," he said tenderly.
	"Me, too," I said.
	"I feel very close to you," Tim added.
	"I feel the same way, and I don't mean just
physically," I answered. Tim kissed me on the
forehead.
	"Man, we're really hot," Tim observed. "Tell me how
you want to do Princeton." He rolled off me.
	"I think the best way is for us to lie on our left
sides, since we're both right-handed. You put your
penis between my thighs, right under my balls, and you
pump away. You can reach over me to hold my prick."
	"Okay, then you'll be bottom?" he asked.
	"Yeah, if that's what you call it. "You wear a
condom, though."
	"You mean for safe sex?"
	"No, not really," I answered. "You wear a condom
because you might get hair burns otherwise. Another
thing is that it's hard to get the cream out of my
pubic hairs. I'll get one for you." I reached into my
shaving kit lying on the bedside table and withdrew a
Trojan Magnum."
	"Magnum. That's really something," Tim said.
	"I like the Magnum because it gives lots of room. You
can slide and take long strokes with it. I'll squirt
some Astroglide into it for you. That way, your prick
can move around inside the condom. Albolene contains
petroleum products. They rot rubber."
	"Put it on me," Tim whispered. "I want to feel you
putting it on my hard cock." I unwrapped the Magnum
and squirted some Astroglide into it, and then placed
it on the front dome of his helmet.
	"Feel the warmth? Astro has glycerin, and that gives
a warm feeling in your glans."
	"Yeah, Jack. That feels warm and pleasant," Tim
answered as I carefully unrolled the condom down his
head and shaft.
	"There's lot of room for that big helmet," I pointed
out, knowing how proud Tim was of his large
helmet-shaped glans. I leaned forward and kissed his
glans through the latex. Tim shuddered slightly.
	"Now I'll lie down and let you slip in behind me," I
said. Tim stood and reached for a towel, which he
spread in front of my body.
	"That's to catch your come," he explained. "I'll bet
you come a lot this time, just like you did last
night." He lay down behind me and I felt his hard
penis against my buttocks.
	"Okay, now I'll lift my right leg and let you get in.
Go as far as you can, and then when you start pumping
you won't risk punching through the condom." I felt
his hardness against my perineum, sliding forward
until the tip touched my balls. Lowering my leg, I
said:
	"Okay, we're set now. You can begin pumping at your
own speed." I saw and felt him reach over me to clasp
my prick in his right hand, sliding my foreskin back
and forth gently.
	"I'm glad you have so much skin, Jack. I can take
long slow strokes with all that skin, make your cock
feel really good." His skilled fingers manipulated my
foreskin expertly, sending shock waves of sensation
into my prick. I felt his penis begin to move
tentatively between my thighs.
	"I can feel the ridge of your helmet sliding against
my balls," I remarked. "That feel good to you?"
	"Yeah, nice, really nice, Jack." As he spoke I
squeezed my thigh muscles to give him more friction.
	"Oh wow!" he said as he felt the pressure surrounding
his thrusting prick. "You'd better ease up, or you'll
make me come too fast, and I want this to last." I
relaxed my muscles and I felt him slow his pace on my
prick, taking long slow strokes that completely
uncovered my glans and then brought my foreskin fully
forward to envelop it once more.
	"Just relax and take your time," I coached him.
	"Jack, you've done this before, haven't you?"
	"I did it a coupl
e of times when I was 18 or 19," I answered.
	"Did you come together then?"
	"No, we didn't. He came first, and then I turned
around and he stroked me until I shot."
	"Was that good for you? I mean, coming separately?"
	"It was okay, better than okay, but I think we'll
enjoy it more if we synchronize this time," I replied.
	"Okay, how can we be sure to bust our nuts together,
then?"
	"I think we can do it by you stroking me until you're
close, and then you tell me. Then you speed up and
when I feel I'm on the edge I'll slip my fingers
between my thighs and press them into your gee-string,
right under the head."
	"Man, that's sure to trigger my coming," he said.
"Right now, let's go nice and slow. I wanna keep my
cock pumping between your legs while I work on your
cock as well."
	"Okay, do it," I said.
	"I really love moving that long skin up over your big
helmet. I can just feel your thick ridge through the
skin, and I can feel the underside, too, where you've
got that deep groove under the head."
	"I can feel it when you slide my foreskin. I like the
way you're pulling back hard on the down-stroke. That
really stretches the skin and the nerve endings inside
it."
	"That's the idea, Jack. I wanna give you the best
sensations I can. I know I'm gonna blow a hell of a
load on this trip, and I wanna be sure you do too. I
think you will, `cause your cock is so hard." As he
spoke, his gentle pumping between my thighs continued,
and I felt his bulging glans distinctly against my
perineum and scrotum.
"Let's go slowly, then. I think we can make this last
a long time, Tim. The longer we can keep going, the
more intense our orgasms will be."
"I know, Jack. That's why we like to take our time.
Anyway, I really enjoy a long build-up. My cock feels
so good, and I can wait for the explosion."
"We're reading off the same page, Tim. We both love
the way our pricks feel during the build-up."
"I can't understand why some guys are so impatient,"
Tim said.
"Maybe they don't understand that getting there is
half the fun," I contributed.
"It's lots of fun with you, Jack. My cock feels so
good sliding between your legs. I could go on forever
this way."
"No you couldn't," I laughed. "You'd get friction
burns, even with all that lube."
"I'm glad you're coaching me on this," he said. "If
you hadn't had me slip it in first and leaving a
little slack at the end, I might have bottomed out,
and it wouldn't feel as good."
"Yeah, I'd hate to have you punch through the condom
when you're thrusting hard," I said. "When you're
coming, and your body goes on automatic, you lose all
control. If you punched through you'd shoot all over
me and the bed, and you might get friction burns on
that beautiful helmet." I felt Tim raise his head to
look over my shoulder.
"Your helmet's really swollen," he said. "I can see it
when I skin you all the way back. It's gotten darker,
too. Your rim's really standing out now, with the skin
back." He pushed my foreskin forward now, and I felt
it slide down the taper of my glans to engulf it
completely.
"Those long slow strokes are so hot," I said. "I like
it when you do that. I paid a lot of money for all
that foreskin, and I'm glad you're using all of it."
Tim laughed.
"I'll use the whole length, Jack. "That's what turns
me on the most. You've got so much skin on that cock.
Your helmet's as big as mine, and you've got enough to
cover it all, even when you're hard."
"I think you're getting turned on both ways, from
pumping between my thighs and from handling my prick."
"You bet I am, Jack. That rubber gives me a nice
sensation with my cock sliding inside it. Stroking
your skin's really hot, too. I like the way it bunches
up behind the rim when I pull it back. I can feel it
bumping the rim when I push it forward. It stops for a
second, and then slides up over the rim and sort of
rushes forward to cover the helmet. When I skin it
back again, I see the big helmet appear, and it's
swollen and glossy and purple. Then the skin stretches
out when it reaches the rim, and I can see and feel it
snap down into the groove. That's a real turn-on."
"It feels very good for me, the way you're stroking
me."
"I know, Jack. I know your helmet's very sensitive, so
I'm not using much pressure."
"If we come together," I said, "you're not going to be
able to see me come. Your eyes will be closed."
"I guess you're right at that," he replied. "I won't
be able to see that big helmet shoot, but I saw it
last night when I did you. Now I just want to shoot my
load between your legs and feel your cock throbbing at
the same time."
"I'll feel your cock throbbing between my thighs," I
said. "I'll also be able to feel it throbbing in my
fingertips because I'm gonna trigger your orgasm by
pressing the underside of your tip. I'll feel the head
throb and I'll feel it sliding past my fingertips
too."
"This sex talk's making me hot," Tim said. "I'll bet
it's turning you on too."
"You can be sure of that. Your fingers wrapped around
my foreskin help a lot too."
"I'm really hard now, Jack. My cock feels like iron. I
think I'll start gettin' that tingle soon."
"I'm about the same place, Tim. "You've got my prick
all worked up sliding my foreskin."
"I can feel that, Jack. I can feel your helmet's
gotten harder through the skin. Now that I've got your
skin back I can see it's darker too." He slid my
foreskin forward and continued:
"What really turns me on is that in a minute or so
I'll be feeling that big helmet of yours throbbing
through your skin. Yours will be throbbing and mine
will be throbbing too. I'll hear you moan and I'll be
moaning too. I'll be shooting my load between your
legs and you'll be shooting your into my fingers at
the same time!"
"This is gonna be the first time we're coming
together," I said.
"I know. I'll be right next to you, feeling you come,
and I'll feel your body too." His fingers continued to
stroke my foreskin as he pumped between my thighs.
"It'll be different this time," I said. "Coming
together, I mean. It'll be so hot for both of us..." My
voice trailed off as my breathing increased with the
excitement.
"I'm gonna slow down," he said. "We're so close, I
think we both want to feel it coming, step by step."
His fingers slowed their pace, and I felt my foreskin
being gently slid back over my glans, and after a
pause his fingers slid it forward again, bumping over
my sensitized corona and sending a delicious thrill
down my prick. Tim's penis was thrusting slowly
between my thighs, and I felt the ridge on top of his
glans sliding forward along my perineum to touch my
sac, and then it withdrew just as slowly, the ridge
again sliding along my tender flesh.
"My tip's dark, really dark," I said. Tim's glans felt
very swollen through the latex between my thighs, and
I knew he was at the same stage as I. His movements
were very slow, prolonging the delicious feeling of
anticipation for both of us, but his breathing was
becoming ragged, as mine was. I felt the tension
building in my body despite my best effort to relax.
"Oh, Jack, here it comes..." His voice trailed off as
his pumping picked up speed and his fingers began
working my foreskin more aggressively. I felt the
tickle in my rim, and a couple of seconds later it
changed to a hot tingle, and I knew I was losing it
because my eyes were closing.
I grunted loudly as my prick jerked and the first
convulsion began deep inside me. A hot rush of fluid
burned its way up my tube and slammed through the lips
of my glans as I pushed the fingers of my right hand
behind my balls and probed for Tim's vee-groove. As I
pressed in, I felt his prick thrusting and a moment
later he cried out the familiar cry of release. I felt
the heavy throb of a prick in orgasm between my thighs
and I squeezed my thigh muscles to give him more acute
sensations. I was grunting and moaning helplessly,
caught up in the hot fury of my orgasm.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Tim grunted as he thrust again,
his hips slamming against me. His second explosion
came at the same instant as mine. Now that I knew he
was coming with me I let myself go and abandoned
myself to the hot, thrilling sensations. I felt his
encircling fingers tighten on my prick, compressing
the foreskin and glans as he worked hard to provide me
with the best, most intense orgasm he could.
I felt his body straining against mine, both of us
gripped in the frenzy of orgasm, as his fingers worked
my foreskin convulsively over my bloated and throbbing
glans. Another heavy stream of hot lava seared my
urethra as it poured through my prick, and I cried out
again. Our cries of agonized ecstasy filled the air as
we experienced each other's climax penetrating through
the erotic fog of our own.
Tim's thrusts were declining in power, and my
ejaculations were also diminishing, yet the hot
thrills still flooded our bodies as we struggled
together, draining ourselves in a thrusting, pumping,
gasping furor. When our torrents turned to dribbles,
we were finally still, sobbing as our bodies relaxed.
"Oh, Jack, I fuckin' drained myself," I heard Tim say
minutes later. "How about you?"
"Oh, Tim, it was hot and intense, so intense," I
replied feebly.
"When your fingers hit my hot spot I thought I was
gonna die. My cock just exploded. I felt yours
throbbing hard, and I knew you were busting it too."
His voice was stronger, and I sensed that he'd opened
his eyes.
"I'll lift my leg now," I said and I felt his prick
slip from between my thighs. Now it was shrunken, and
the condom dragged against my sweaty flesh as he
withdrew. He crawled over my body and turned to face
me as he used the towel he'd placed in front of me to
capture his condom and sop the thick liquids off his
deflating prick. Mine was limp, the tip touching the
pool of cream I'd discharged. Tim grasped it and eased
the foreskin forward to protect the sensitive glans.
"I felt every sensation in my penis," he whispered as
he faced me. "First, there was the tickling feeling
around my rim, and then in the front of the helmet."
"It was the same with me," I interrupted. "I felt it
just like you did."
"Then my whole helmet was tingling, just as yours
started throbbing, and you stuck your fingers in there
and hit my fren with your fingertips. "I felt them as
my groove slid over them, and they rubbed against my
fren. That's when my penis exploded." He paused.
"Did your cream feel hot when you ejaculated?" I
asked.
"Yeah, it felt like boiling oil in my urethra. That
happens only during an especially hot and intense
orgasm. How about you?"
"It felt the same for me, Tim. "I was almost in pain
because the sensations were so intense."
"Each time I came I felt the convulsion deep inside
me, and I felt the stream running up along my penis. I
even felt it when it rounded the slight curve up into
my helmet, and then it burst through the lips of my
hole." He paused again to catch his breath.
"There was one difference, Tim. How did it feel when
your cream was trapped in the condom, running around
your head?"
"All that cream filled the end of the rubber, Jack,
and it felt like my helmet was swimming in it. I
didn't get the same friction I'd got from the top of
my helmet rubbing against you, but your fingers
pressing into the underside kept me going." Now he
lifted my penis and pushed his fingers under my sac.
"You want to milk me down, right?" I asked as I let
him do his thing.
"Yeah, Jack, I want to get all the cream out. I'll
skin you back a little now that I'm squeezing your
shaft and I'll catch the drops with this towel." I
felt the lips of my slit part with each drop pushing
its way through them. Tim held a corner of the towel
to my glans and the now clear drops soaked into it.
"Okay, now I'll do you," I said as I grasped his prick
and slipped my fingers behind his sac. Pressing into
his urethra, I worked the residue towards his prick.
"That feels nice, Jack."
"It's supposed to. I'm working it forward and when it
comes out your slit I'll get it with the towel, like
you did me." Squeezing his shaft I grasped the towel.
"You've got an unusually long slit," I remarked as I
dabbed at it. "Last night I was able to stick the end
of my finger in there, and you wrote to me that you
did that too."
"Yeah, it feels good when I do that. Just sticking
your finger in my slit gets me hard."
"Was it that way naturally, or did the doctor cut it
to lengthen it?"
"I don't know. It's been long as far back as I can
remember." Now I placed my fingers on his glans,
spreading the slit.
"Look, when I pull the lips apart I can see right into
it. It's a pink color inside."
"Let me turn around and look at yours," he said as he
swiveled on the bed. When he was in a "69" position
with me, I felt his hands on my prick.
"Now I'll skin you back all the way so that your skin
stays in place behind your helmet," he said. "Now I've
got your lips apart, and the inside of yours is pink
too."
"You wrote to me that you get very stimulated by
putting a bead into your urethra. Want to try that
now?" Tim got up and reached into the drawer beside
the bed, withdrawing a small thin rod with a ball
about ¼" mounted at the end.
"This is it," he said. "I'd like it if you did that to
me. Just push it in no more than about ¼" or maybe a
little more." He down again beside me and I reached
for his prick, stabilizing it with my left hand while
I pressed the ball against his slit.
"Your urethra's still pretty well lubed so it's
sliding in easily," I said as I eased the ball through
the lips of his slit, parting them and watching them
gape.
"Ooooooh, that feels good," he said and I felt his
prick thickening in my hand.
"I'm not too far in, am I?" I had the ball fully
inside him, and was gently jiggling it to stimulate
the inside of his urethra.
"Just a bit more, Jack." I pressed it in farther, and
felt resistance.
"This is about where your urethra narrows, I think.
I'd better not go any farther." Now I used one finger
to caress the gaping lips, slowly working around the
edges, knowing that this was also very stimulating.
Tim's prick was fully hard now, and I felt it throb in
response. His fingers were around my prick, slowly
stroking me. We went on like this for several minutes
in silence, savoring the sensations, until he spoke
again:
"We're both gettin' hot again," he said. "We really
turn each other on. Just a few minutes ago we blew
really hot loads and now we're ready to go again."
"We have that effect on each other," I said.
"Want to do Princeton again, but the other way? This
time you go between my legs."
"That would be nice. I think we can come together
again."
"Then let me put a condom on you," he said. I reached
into my shaving kit for another Trojan Magnum and
handed it to him. As he tore the envelope I withdrew
the ball from his urethra.
"I guess you need your skin back to wear the condom.
I'm gonna put some of that Astro inside it. I know you
like it and you need the lube, anyway." Now he had the
condom poised on the front dome of my glans.
"This is what I really enjoy," he said. "I get a
thrill out of rolling a condom down that big helmet of
yours. Good thing it's the big size. A regular condom
would bind on that big helmet." I felt his fingers
slowly unrolling the thin latex down over my swollen
helmet.
"Yeah, good thing it's the large size," he continued.
"That thick ring of skin behind your helmet's even
thicker than your rim." Now he was reaching the base
of my shaft.
"I'm gonna get us another towel," he said as he got
up. "This one's too wet. When he returned he handed me
the jar of Albolene and lay on his left side in front
of me.
"Okay, just lift your leg a little," I urged as I got
into position. "I'll put it in as far as I can to give
me room to slide." He lowered his leg, and I felt the
pressure on my penis.
"Now I'll get some Albolene on my fingers and massage
it into your beautiful helmet. There, does that feel
good?" I asked as my fingertips slid silkily over his
engorged glans. He'd spread the towel in front of him,
and I knew that it would catch any discharge.
"Feels really nice, Jack. Now just go nice and slow. I
want to feel the ridge of your helmet under me." I
began thrusting slightly, eager to follow his
direction, because I knew that we'd enjoy it the most
this way. As I thrust, I massaged the purple head of
his penis.
"I'm going with long slow strokes, Tim. I don't want
to come too soon." My prick slid back and forth inside
the lubricated latex, and I felt his perineum against
my sensitive tissues. On the forward stroke my tip
bumped his balls lightly. As I pumped, my fingertips
glided around his curvaceous helmet, following all the
contours and working on all of the nerve endings.
"I like what you're doing to me, Jack. Your fingers
feel so good on my helmet."
"I'm using only light pressure, Tim. I can feel your
helmet's already pretty hard, and that means the nerve
endings are pretty sensitized. If I stroked harder or
faster it would be over for you in no time."
"Oh, you're right. That Albolene thins out a lot when
it's warm and I can feel every ridge in your
fingertips."
"Your helmet's pretty hot right now because of the
blood flow. I can feel the heat in my fingers. Now I'm
gonna work around your ridge a little."
"That's always nice," he said as my fingertips began
tracing his thick corona down one side and up the
other. My palm brushed his front dome as I did so, and
his prick jerked in my hand.
"That reached you, didn't it? I felt that," I said.
"You're making my rim feel ticklish," he replied.
"I'll do more than that," I said as I ran a fingertip
into the vee-groove under the head, probing for his
thick gee-string. His prick throbbed hard in response.

"Careful, Jack, we want to make this last. Another
jolt like that and you'll have my load. You've got me
so turned on right now..." His voice trailed off. I
resumed just running my fingertips around his swollen
corona, carefully avoiding his trigger spot under the
head, and continued to pump my prick slowly between
his thighs.
"I like that feeling, being between your thighs," I
said. "It's so erotic."
"Wait until you come," he said. "You'll really enjoy
that feeling of hot cream swirling around your
helmet."
"Too bad I'm not gonna see you cream, Tim. My eyes
won't be open."
"It's okay. We both had our eyes shut last time and we
were in heaven."
"Well, I'll at least have a mental image of that big
helmet pumping out its juices," I replied. "Just
thinking of it makes me tingle."
"I can feel your big helmet down there, and that makes
me tingle."
"Think we'll be as loud as last time?" I asked. "We
were both moaning and grunting when we came."
"No louder than last night, Jack. We were both loud
when we unloaded, especially you."
"You do that to me, Tim. Feeling your hands on my
prick gave me a more intense orgasm than I could have
had alone."
"That makes a difference for me, too. Feeling another
guy's fingers wrapped around my cock makes it hotter
for me. Feeling your fingers was really something
special because you know how to pleasure a cock."
"Believe me, Tim, your hot touches did the same for
me."
"I'm glad, Jack. I'm glad I was able to make it better
and hotter for you. That's important to me." After he
spoke, Tim turned his head and kissed me on the arm.
"That's tender of you, Tim. I appreciate that." I gave
his shaft a squeeze. I felt him tighten his thigh
muscles to squeeze my prick in return.
"I love massaging your helmet like this," I said.
"You've got a really nice one, very attractive, a gift
of nature." I ran my fingertips over its broad upper
surface, caressing the nerve endings in the mucus
membrane.
"It feels so good," he said again. As he spoke, I felt
a slow tingle begin in my glans.
"I'm gettin' close," I said. "I don't know if I can
hold out for much longer."
"Me too, Jack. I think we're gettin' to the edge.
"I'll try to stay relaxed, but your fingers are magic
on my cock."
"Tim, I'm slowin' down, but my tip's all tingly now.
I'll make you pop and then you can use your fingers to
hit my hot spot." I ran my fingertips down his corona,
probing into the groove, and found his thick
gee-string, loaded with nerve endings. "Now I'll strum
you there to trigger you." His prick responded
immediately with a hard throb and I knew he was at the
brink.
"I'm right there," he groaned as my eyes closed. I
thought that his eyes must be closing as well.
"Go for it!" I cried and swept my fingertips across
his lubricated hot spot, making him cry out as his dam
burst. I felt his fingers probing for my hot spot
under the glans just as I felt his prick throb in
orgasm. The tingling feeling in my glans exploded,
sending a hot jolt of sensation down my shaft to
trigger my first gush. I felt the heavy pounding of
orgasm begin in my cock-root as I thrust my prick hard
into him, my hips slamming against his body.
"HAAAAHHHH!" he cried out as his prick throbbed again,
and I knew he was gushing his second discharge onto
the towel. I pulled back to give him another hard
thrust, my frenzied body now on automatic, and felt
the sharp sensations in my glans trigger another spasm
deep inside me. The hot torrent filled my tube and I
cried out as it poured from my orifice and swirled
around my thrusting glans.
We both cried out in joyful agony as our bodies
strained against each other, my back arching as I
drove my hips hard against him. Now my fingers
completely engulfed his glans, twisting to heighten
his sensations, and his next spurt shot right into my
palm. My fingertips closed around his rim, dancing
over the swollen surfaces, stimulating his nerve
endings and making him cry out in ecstasy as another
spasm swept though his body.
Gradually we relaxed as our convulsions died down, and
our engorged pricks dribbled their last drops. We lay
still for a very long time, exhausted and dazed,
unable to speak or even open our eyes. Finally, I felt
him stir, and he lifted his leg and let me out. My
hand was still clasped around his softening prick, and
I gave him an affectionate squeeze. I opened my eyes
and leaned over him, kissing him on the neck.
"Let me milk your prick," I said as I crawled over
him. I saw that he'd flooded the towel with his cream,
and I smelled the characteristic chlorine odor. His
prick was shiny with his fluids and with the Albolene,
and I carefully wiped it with a corner of the towel as
I ran my fingertip up under his shaft to force the
last drops from his long slit. His fingers probed
behind my sac to drain me, forcing the residue into
the already distended condom that hung slackly from my
shrunken prick.
Okay, I think I've got it all out," Tim said tenderly
as he grasped the condom and began sliding it off my
limp prick. It slid easily, lubricated by the
Astroglide and my juices, and he wrapped it in the
towel. Then he used a corner of the towel to dab the
copious fluid off my penis. "Now I'll pull your skin
forward to cover the precious helmet." Now we lay side
by side, holding hands.
"That one was pretty hot for me," I said. "I think
thrusting made it hotter because I was using my crotch
muscles.
"I found that too," he replied. "Lying there while you
stroked me was very nice, but when I was actually
pumping into you my body tensed up and I really blew a
hot load." He turned toward me and his other hand
found my prick.
"I guess you still like holding my prick," I
suggested.
"You bet I do! I really like the way it feels, the way
the skin slides over the helmet, Jack." I noticed that
Tim's prick was swelling again.
"It's gettin' you hot," I observed. "Maybe you're
ready for another one. You did write to me that you
often have multiple orgasms." I grasped his hardening
penis and began squeezing it.
"Here, use a little Albolene on it," he said, and I
reached to dip my fingers into the open jar.
"I'll work it in for you," I said. "First around the
head, and now along the shaft. This is gettin' you
very hard."
"You turn me on, Jack. Between my fingers feeling the
skin sliding over your helmet and your hand around my
cock, I'll be shooting off in a minute."
"Go ahead, Tim. I want to watch your come again. I
just love stroking your big beautiful helmet because I
know that gets you hot."
"Oooooohhhh, Jack. Ooooohhh, just do it to me like
you're doin'. That feels so good." I was stroking his
prick back-handed, my thumb towards his stomach and my
little finger stroking the rim of his swollen glans.
"I'll give you a few twists now, Tim. I think that'll
send some thrills into your helmet." I began pumping
his prick forcefully, twisting my inverted fist around
the glans with each stroke. "You need to come right
now, not edge. You're too hot to hold out."
"Oh, yeah, Jack. I need to drain myself right now.
Just keep pumpin' that helmet."
"I can feel your shaft's gettin' stiffer, and the
helmet's gettin' harder. You're really excited now."
"Yeah, I'm close, very close," he said as his eyes
closed.
"I'll help you go over the edge, Tim. My fingers are
pumpin' your prick, and twistin' around that big
helmet."
"Close, close," he whispered as his body tensed in
anticipation.
"Your helmet's very hard now, and I can see it's very
dark. That rim's very hard and it's standing out from
the neck." Tim shuddered as I felt a hard throb in his
prick, and a moment later he cried out as a thick
ribbon of cream erupted from his slit to slam into my
stomach.
"HAHHH! HAHHH! HAH-HAH!" he cried helplessly as I
twisted my fist again around his throbbing helmet,
bringing forth another torrent of cream. His hips
bucked as he cried again, and I smelled the heavy odor
of chlorine as more sperm shot from his hard,
throbbing penis. More jets spurted from his straining
helmet as he drained himself for the second time in 15
minutes.
His body began to relax as his jets weakened, and I
watched the residue dribble from the long lips of his
slit. Luckily the towel was between us, catching and
absorbing his copious fluids. I let him lie quietly,
knowing that he was dazed from this second climax and
needed time to recover.
"That was nice," he said when he opened his eyes. I
was milking him gently, extracting the last drops from
his limp prick, dabbing at the tip with the towel.
"I could see that you needed that badly," I replied.
"Maybe we should have done things differently last
night."
"How do you mean, Jack?"
"Maybe we should have gone for quick orgasms first,
just to take the urgency out of it, Tim. That way, we
would have been able to edge much longer the second
time."
"Yeah, maybe you're right, Jack. What about tomorrow?
Did you bring that electro equipment you mentioned?"
"I did. It's still in the car. I'll bring it in
tomorrow and you'll get to feel what an electro-orgasm
is like."
"I tried hooking my cock up to the stereo a couple of
times, but all I got was a nasty shock."
"Well, Tim, stereo is dangerous because you can't
really control it. The equipment I've got allows a lot
of control, and you can set it for mild pulses that
make you hard and keep you that way, to stronger ones
that bring on your orgasm, without even having to
touch your prick."
"Feel like something to eat?" he asked, and I realized
that we'd gone last lunchtime while absorbed in our
sex play.
"Yeah, I think that breakfast's worn off, Tim." He got
up and led me into the kitchen, where we began to
prepare lunch. Tim pan-fried a couple of steaks while
I prepared a salad. We ate with gusto, because of all
the calories we'd burned during sex.
"This is really relaxing me, even making me sleepy,"
he said between bites.
"Yeah, a full stomach does that to me too," I replied.

"Maybe we'd better turn in after we finish, Jack."
"I feel the same way. I really enjoy sleeping with you
next to me. That makes me feel so secure."
"When I feel you holding my cock, I feel really secure
and relaxed, Jack. Last night I went to sleep right
away." I helped Tim do the dishes and then we returned
to the bedroom. We lay on our backs, covered only with
a sheet because of the heat, holding each other's
pricks.
"I think I'll really enjoy tomorrow," he said just
before our eyes closed in sleep.

The End of Part 2