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Charlie, Part 2

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by Jackinnm I woke up the next morning with Charlie tenderly kissing my forehead, eyelids, nose, and chin. His lips moved to brush lightly against mine as I came to full consciousness, and felt his hot cock pressed against mine.We were both hard from full bladders, and his warm fingers clasped our pricks tightly. Back then, I always awoke with a piss hard-on, but feeling his hardness against mine was especially arousing. I felt the twin lobes of his generous helmet pressing into the underside of my long foreskin, which even with a full hard-on still covered my glans. Charlie�s thin short foreskin covered only half his helmet, and pulled back totally when he got hard, baring the rich purple tip. His fingers tightened around our pricks and I felt the underside of his straight shaft and naked glans pressing hard against mine. �We both have to pee,� he said. �Remember last night, when we both felt like we had to pee when we were about to come? Maybe now�s a good time to come again.� I kissed him back before replying, brushing my lips against his soft warm ones, enjoying the subtle sensations even more than if we�d pushed our tongues into each other�s mouths. �Good idea,� I said. �I usually jack myself when I wake up anyway. We�re both ready to come, and the pressure will make it even hotter.� Charlie backed away from me on the bed and I threw back the covers to get a full view of his naked body. He was about my height, six feet, a few years younger than my 28, and his cock was gloriously hard above his tight scrotum. The large purple helmet topped a straight shaft, and I began squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. �What do you feel when I do this?� I asked. �You�re making my cock-root throb,� he answered. �Each time you squeeze, I tighten up down there.� His fingers ran lightly over my tight scrotum, teasing the hairs without touching the thick wrinkled skin, sending delicate spasms of pleasure into me. �I�m going to try something different this morning,� I said. �I know you juice a lot, and I�m going to use that to make you come.� As I spoke, I saw that the cavity of his teardrop shaped slit was beginning to fill with clear lubricant, a sure sign of his mounting excitement. Now his fingers shifted to clasp my foreskin around the swollen head, gently sliding it up and down the sensitive tissue. �I love to feel your thick foreskin sliding up and down that big head,� he said. �I know it makes your dick feel good.� �Now let�s see how this good feels for you,� I said as I got up to crouch beside him, holding his shaft up with my left hand while I placed the tip of my right index finger at the pouting opening in his helmet. I began spreading the viscous liquid in small circles around the hole, and this drew a gasp from him. �That feels very good,� he said huskily. His prick throbbed in my hand as he spoke, and more clear fluid came oozing from his hole. I worked it into his sensitive head, tracing larger circles and using two more fingers. �I�m going to massage your head lightly with my fingertips,� I explained. At the same time, I kept his skin stretched tightly back, as I knew this would give him a stretching sensation that would multiply the effect. �Oh, that�s hot,� he whispered as the sensations poured into his naked helmet. �My tip�s so sensitive�.� He trailed off. Now as more lubricant poured from the end of his helmet, I worked it into the surface, coating it with thick, slippery juice that smoothed out the sensations. �I�m going to make you come this way. It�s going to be hot and fast, so try to stay relaxed.� Now there was enough lube to coat the entire helmet, and I worked my fingertips down to his flaring rim, caressing its many nerve endings and producing a loud gasp from him as the shockwave of sensations hit him. �Hah-hah-hah�.� he was gasping, totally captivated by the intensity of the feelings. �It�s going to feel like your cock-head�s too sensitive, Charlie. Just try to stay relaxed and let me do the work.� His fingers had closed around my shaft, and he was stripping my foreskin back in long sensual strokes, adding to my excitement. �It feels so sensitive�.� He whispered as his fingers tightened on my cock. �Don�t try to make me come too,� I admonished. �Just let me take care of you first. I want to watch your cream pouring out, and want to feel your cock throbbing in my hands.� Charlie slowed his strokes so that he was just jiggling my foreskin in his warm fist. �I like to feel your hard cock while you�re doing me,� he whispered. �It feels so good in my hand, that long skin�.� �I know it gets you hot,� I replied. �Just relax and let me do the work.� Now I was circling his flaring corona with my fingertips, feeling the little buds of the nerve endings against the ridges of my skin, keeping the gentle friction going to bring him to the peak of excitement. �It feels like I�m going to come any second,� he said. His eyes were closed and he forced the words out between gasps. �It�s so sensitive.� �I know it is, Charlie. Just lie there, stay relaxed. You�re not going to come for another minute. Your body�s not ready yet.� �Ohhhhhhh.� He moaned as my fingertips brushed against the broad upper surface of his big helmet, then swept around the bulbous nose of the head, finally dipping into the deep groove behind the flaring rim as my thumb massaged his its nerve endings. �You�re getting there,� I encouraged. �I can feel your tip�s getting harder.� My fingertips felt his helmet losing its spongy feel, the surface hardening under his increased excitement. Charlie was now moaning steadily, assailed by the intense hot tickle in his engorged helmet. �The color�s turning darker,� I went on. �Feel like you have to pee yet?� �Feels like I�ve got to pee really bad, but I just can�t,� he whispered through clenched teeth as I felt his fingers unwrap themselves from my swollen cock. I knew he was withdrawing into himself as the magic moment approached. The sensations were building up in his cock-head, the glossy surface rigid and unyielding to my fingertips. �Just let it happen. Don�t try to talk. Just let it happen to you.� I knew exactly what he was feeling, having experienced it myself when another guy had skinned me back and used his fingertips for direct action on my sensitive helmet. My nerve endings had cried out silently for release, and my cock-head had ached for the onset of orgasm. �Just relax,� I whispered, even as I saw his legs begin to tremble and his stomach muscles rippled with the tension. His eyes were screwed shut and his jaw was clenched as I continued to massage his beautiful helmet, feeling it throb in response under my fingers. �Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah,� he continued to moan uncontrollably as the intense sensations flooded his nervous system. The flow of lubricant from his pouting hole was now constant, a testimony to the excitement he was feeling. His blood-filled cock-head felt hot under my fingertips. �I know your tip�s all tingly,� I reassured him. I felt the heat of his hot meat against my fingertips as I continued to stroke his helmet with delicate caresses, circling the corona and dipping into the groove behind it. I was hitting nerve endings that rarely saw the light of day, and were usually shielded by the protective foreskin that I�d held back to bare the sensitive nerve endings to my touch. �You�re on the edge now,� I murmured, wondering if my words would break through to him. His entire body was quivering, and I knew it was time to slow my strokes to keep him right at the brink for those precious few seconds that would drive him into the hysteria of anticipation. I barely touched the rounded front dome of his tip, and then ran a finger underneath to caress his hot spot in a momentary touch too light to drive him into orgasm. It was just enough to make him moan loudly, and I worked the fingertip back along one side of his thick flaring corona to the upturned flare at the top. Charlie�s swollen purple cock-head poured thick viscous fluid all over my fingers as I continued to caress his tortured nerve endings. His moaning became louder, and I felt it was time for the home run. My fingertips danced over his swollen helmet and poured more sensations into the vibrating nerve endings. His arms were straight out to the side, and his legs were spread as the sensations rushed to the peak. I saw his stomach muscles ripple as they tightened and his legs began to tremble. My encircling fingers felt the pulse is his shaft as he cried out in the blissful release of orgasm. I felt his hot hard cock-head throb under my fingers as a thick white stream distended the orifice to shoot high into the air. Charlie cried out again, and a second hot jet erupted from his distended hole. I yanked back hard on his shaft skin to give his prick an extra jolt of sensation and closed my fist around the throbbing head to twist it. His back arched as he released another thick hot stream into the air, crying out helplessly as the shocks of orgasm shattered his consciousness. His swollen, distended prick throbbed again, and this time the jet was weaker, shooting only a couple of inches before hot fluid fell back onto my hand. I knew his tip would become hyper-sensitive in the next split-second, so I stopped touching it, merely keeping his skin stretched tightly back. His cries decreased as the orgasm tapered off, and now his purple helmet was merely seeping clear fluid. I knew he�d drained his semen, and the residue was just clear lubricant. I saw him begin to relax as the tension left his body, and finally the clear ooze merely seeped from his slit as his cock lost its firmness and began to shrink. Charlie lay silently, taking deep breaths as he recovered from the massive surge of sensations that had devastated his consciousness. His chest heaved, and he moaned slightly as I laid his penis gently onto his stomach. �That really shook you,� I said, perhaps superfluously, as he opened his eyes and looked up at me with a dazed expression. He didn�t reply, remaining silent for a couple of minutes. �That was really hot,� he finally said. �I didn�t know where I was, just shooting and shooting, just out of it. That went all through my body.� �I know it did. I felt your prick throbbing, saw it shooting, and heard you moaning. I almost came. I would have, if you�d still been stroking my prick.� He propped himself up on one elbow, studying my penis. �Yours is rock-hard,� he commented. �I can see it was pretty hot for you too. I bet you�ll go off in no time when I touch it.� He reached for my erection tentatively and began sliding the heavy foreskin off the swollen helmet. �You can do the same thing to me now, if you�re up to it,� I suggested. �Maybe you�d like to rest for a couple of minutes.� �No, I want to do you now, watch you come, feel your dick throb in my hand,� he said apparently reviving quickly from his biological storm. He pushed me gently down until I was flat on my back. �Now it�s your turn,� he concluded. �Okay, I�m all yours,� I said as I prepared myself for the erotic onslaught. His fingers continued to drag my foreskin back, ever so slowly, baring the swollen purple helmet. �I just love your long skin,� he said as he slowly pulled it back from my flaring corona, and I felt it snap into the deep groove behind the rim. �It looks like a thick meaty scarf around the neck of your cock. Now I�m going to use some of my cream to lube your tip since you don�t have as much as I do.� As he held my foreskin back in a thick fleshy ring behind the head, his other hand swept over his stomach, scooping up the thick viscous liquid. Now his fingertips, fully coated with the thick cream, made first contact with my naked cock-head, a hot touch that sent a thrill down my shaft and made my cock-root contract. �I felt you throb,� he said as his fingertips began a slow circling of my pouting slit, sending more shock-waves of sensation deep into my helmet. I moaned, captivated by the pleasant feelings. �Your tip�s more sensitive than mine, I think. You should be coming even quicker.� His fingertips massaged the thick liquid into the sensitive surfaces of my helmet, causing me to tighten up despite my determination to relax. �You feel like you have to pee?� he asked as his fingers continued their travels around my tip, working back along the broad upper surface to caress the rim. �Yeah, I do, and the feeling�s getting stronger,� I whispered as I felt his fingertips work down one side of my flaring rim. They probed the deep triangular groove under the head, caressing my hot spot and making my tip tingle. The sensations were intense, especially because I was already very hot from the excitement of having done him, and I moaned again. �I�m going to work the front part of your tip,� he said as he flattened his hand and began to work his palm in slow circles over the dome of my cock-tip. I moaned again as the intense sensations dug into my tender flesh. �Now I�m going to hit the rim again, and dig into the groove,� he said as his hand clamped around my shaft, dragging the fleshy ring of foreskin back to uncover the deep groove behind my rim. I felt his fingertips work up the sides of my corona, meeting at the upturned rim on top, and then spread down into the groove behind it, caressing the raw nerve endings there. My eyes closed as my legs began to tremble slightly. �I�m going to hit those little nerve endings in your rim,� he said. �Those little buds just like mine.� His fingertips swept around the back face of my corona, sending hot tingles into my rim. �Feel like peeing?� he asked. �Oh, yeah, I really have to pee, but I can�t while I�m this hard,� I whispered. My stomach muscles had tightened, and I felt my entire body responding to his magic touches. �Your tip�s really hard now,� he said as his fingertips swept forward over the top to cup my bulbous dome. He twisted his fingers around the nose of my cock-head and I cried out, the sensations too sharp for me, and making me feel as if I was about to come right now. �I know your tip�s really sensitive, Jack. You won�t last long. Your tip�s turned really dark purple; the rim�s almost black.� His fingertips slid down the front of my cock-head to press against the twin lobes where the two sides of my corona met underneath, caressing fresh nerve endings and making me moan even louder between gasps. My legs were twitching now, as my body automatically responded to the powerful stimulation. My breathing was ragged, alternating between intakes of breath and staccato cries of pleasure. His fingers traveled down my helmet to stroke the naked rim again, and I felt the pressure in my bladder increase as my sensations mounted. It felt like a powerful urge to pee against an unyielding sphincter, and my naked cock-head tingled at the same time it ached for the release of orgasm. �You�re right there. Just relax and let go,� he urged as his fingertips continued their maddening dance around my swollen helmet, torturing the nerve endings. Now he yanked back hard on my skin, stretching it until I thought it would tear, as his fingers worked smoothly around the contours of my glans, faster than before in their race to bring on my climax. I was right on the edge, cock almost exploding, my body tense and ready for orgasm. Suddenly I felt his fingertips scrape quickly across my slit, spreading the lips one way and then the other, the hot sensations shooting through my cock-head and down the shaft to trigger my climax. I cried out helplessly as I felt the hard contraction in my cock-root, the spasm that poured the first stream of lava into my tube. My entire body trembled as the hot gush burned its way up my tube, slamming through the lips of my orifice to explode into the air. I felt his fingers pressing against the front of my helmet, catching the second stream and massaging the hot liquid into the tender surface. My cock-root throbbed again, sending a third jet racing up my cock to the end. The hot shocks of sensations overwhelmed my consciousness, and I was tumbling in the mindless frenzy of orgasm as Charlie�s fingers continued their assault on my throbbing helmet. I heard his voice in the distance, but was unable to make out the words as another hot spasm wracked my body in its fury. His fingertips felt almost painful as they scraped against the tender nerve endings of my hot hard helmet, and I cried out again. Suddenly, my prick became super-sensitive and I writhed on the bed, sobbing for relief. I felt his fingers were no longer on my sensitive tip now, although his clenched fist kept my skin drawn sharply back. Another convulsion filled the base of my shaft deep inside, sending another hot gush pouring up my penis. Another spasm shook me, but this time it was weaker. A few more contractions expelled lesser gobs of fluid, and finally my orgasm was over. I was sobbing as I began to relaxed, devastated by the intense sensations that had sapped my consciousness, bowling me over in wave after wave of blissful agony. I don�t know how long I lay inert, paralyzed by the after-shocks of orgasm and sinking into the profound daze of the afterglow. �Told you� he said as he gently slipped my foreskin forward to cover the head. �Huh?� �I told you your tip was more sensitive than mine. You were juicing a lot of lube near the end. It was just pouring out of your tip. Then you really creamed when you came. You were shooting white, and then you were shooting clear juice at the end. You had no more cream left. You were in convulsions and screaming. I hope they didn�t hear you out in the hall.� �That was hot,� I answered weakly. �I just let go. It really hit me hard.� �Now do you have to pee? I know you can�t pee with a hard-on, but you�re getting soft like me.� I looked down at his prick, dangling limply against his thigh, the thin foreskin up over the rear half of his helmet. �I think so, but we�d better get in the shower.� Charlie helped me up, and we walked slowly into the bathroom as he supported me, unsure that I could make it on my own. He turned on the water as I slid the shower curtain shut. The hot water sluiced over our bodies, and the effect on Charlie was immediate because it hit the exposed front part of his tip. I looked down to see a thick yellow stream pour from his hole. I felt the hot water running down my shaft, but my helmet was now fully covered and shielded the sensitive nerve endings from its effects. �You�d better skin me back first,� I instructed. �I really have to pee, but the hot water hitting the head�s going to help a lot.� Charlie�s fingers delicately urged my long hood back from the helmet, and I felt the warm jets hitting the raw surface, triggering my flow. The moment the stream burst from my distended slit, Charlie swept the thick roll of foreskin forward, fully covering the head and pinched the puckered end shut. We watched the pressure swell the fleshy sheath, making it bulge like a balloon. As the skin became taut and distended under the pressure, Charlie let go and we watched the trapped urine explode from the end of my foreskin. �I�ve wanted to do that to you since I first saw how much skin you have,� he said. Now he snapped my foreskin back and we watched as the twin yellow streams poured from our naked purple helmets to mix on the floor of the shower before flowing down the drain. The hot liquid was flushing the residue of my semen from my tube, and we stood silently until we�d drained ourselves thoroughly. �Let me milk you down,� he said as he slipped several fingers under my balls to press into the tender flesh behind them, pressing into my urethra to force the last drops up my tube. I did the same for him, feeling a heavy throb in his flesh as my fingertips pressed into it. We soaped each other carefully and lovingly, enjoying the warm contact under the running water. When we were thoroughly rinsed, we dried each other with the fluffy towels. Charlie grasped my prick about mid-shaft, drawing my foreskin forward to cover the big helmet and form a long nipple beyond it. I pulled his hood forward, but as it was much shorter than mine it came up only halfway over the head. Back in the bedroom, Charlie and I dressed, and he invited me to his room before the convention�s second day began. He took a roll of surgical tape from his suitcase and opened his fly. �I�m going to keep it taped today,� he said as he stretched his thin foreskin forward to cover his now shrunken cock-head. He placed a short strip of tape across the opening, effectively trapping the head inside the hood. �That�s to keep the head sensitive, right?� I asked. Actually, I already knew, as he�d explained it to me last night. He nodded, and we left. In the elevator we agreed to meet for dinner and go to my room that evening. All day, thoughts of what was to come filtered into my mind, and I had trouble keeping my attention focused during the various seminars. I felt an occasional drop of lubricant seeping from my helmet inside my foreskin. After a hurried dinner, we went to my room and stripped off our clothes without hesitation. I saw his foreskin was still taped shut over the end of his prick, and wet with lubricant. �How do you pee with the tape on?� I asked. �That�s no problem,� he replied. �I just go into a booth and sit down. Then I pull the tape to the side. It�s a little messy, but I wipe up with toilet paper after I�m finished.� Both our cocks were already at half-mast with anticipation, and when he peeled away the tape his big purple helmet popped into view. Mine was still covered, but the outline was clearly visible through the thick hood. �I really loved it, feeling you touch my cock,� I said. I think a guy�s touch is a lot better than a woman�s.� �I think so too,� he said. �I like it when my wife touches mine, and I always get hard, but when you touched mine, it was pure heaven.� �My wife sometimes was too rough, squeezing it too hard. She didn�t realize how sensitive a guy�s cock is.� As I spoke, I grasped his around the middle of the shaft and brought the short foreskin forward to compress the rim of his cock-head. I felt it throb under my fingers. His fingers closed around mine, gently sliding my hood back and forth in short jiggles. �What should we do now?� he asked as he shifted his grip, stretching and rolling the nipple of my foreskin between two fingers. �Ohhhh, that feels so good,� I said as I felt the nerve endings stretch. �How about thigh-fucking? Ever do that?� At the time, during the 1960s, I didn�t know it was called �Princeton.� �I�ve heard of it, but never did it. How do we go about it?� His fingers continued to S-T-R-E-T-C-H out my foreskin, making the nerve endings in my prick tingle. He was really an expert in arousing me. �I�ll lie on my side and you slip your prick between my thighs. I think it�s better if you wear a condom, or you might get hair burns. Then you reach over me and stroke me while you�re pumping.� I got a condom from my suitcase and tore the foil pouch. �I�d better get a towel so that your cream doesn�t shoot all over the bed,� he said. When he came back from the bathroom and had spread the towel on the left side of the double bed, he sat down next to me and I unrolled the condom onto his prick, leaving about an inch of slack to allow for his thrusts. His foreskin was already drawn back tightly, and the latex tube slipped on easily. Then I lay on my left side facing away from him. �Now just get behind me and slip your prick between my thighs,� I said as I lifted my right leg. He did so, and I felt the bulk of his six-incher pressing against my perineum, the big helmet nudging my scrotum. His right arm came over my body, and his fingers closed lovingly around my shaft. He began to thrust slowly, as the condom wasn�t lubricated. �You�ve got a lot of lube,� I said. �That�ll make it a lot easier once your lube works its way all over the inside of the rubber. Just take it nice and easy, and it�ll feel real good.� �Oh, yeah, I feel I�m really juicing now,� he replied. �My cock�s drooling hard.� His fingers were working my long foreskin back and forth, slowly uncovering the front of my helmet, then pulling it forward again to engulf it. His tough was light and gentle, unlike the heavy pounding that I�d found always turned me off. We continued this way for several minutes, enjoying the subtle sensations of full body contact and the tickling sensations in our cocks. I felt his thrusts become longer between my thighs as he became comfortable with the rhythm. �I think you�re pretty well lubed now, aren�t you?� I asked. �Yeah, my juice is all over the inside of the rubber,� he replied. I felt his thrusts become longer and smoother, no longer hesitant. �Take it nice and easy, Charlie. There�s no rush. Enjoying the ride is half the fun.� �I know. It feels really good between your legs, even better than my wife.� I squeezed my thighs to give him an extra fillip of sensation, and heard him gasp. �That got you, didn�t it?� �Oh, yeah, that felt good when you squeezed me.� I felt his fingers twist my foreskin over the swollen helmet, giving me both friction and stretching the foreskin�s nerve endings. �Hey, that feels good too,� I said. �This is making it really nice.� I squeezed my thighs again, feeling the hardness of his cock-head and shaft between them. His big tip bumped my balls with each thrust. �Think we can come together?� he asked. He�d worked his left arm under me and was hugging me tightly to him as I felt his stomach slap against my butt with each thrust. �I think we can. You just keep going the way you are, and we�ll get to the point of no return. When you�re ready to come, tell me and keep working on my cock.� �Yeah, your tip�s more sensitive than mine. I won�t have any trouble making you come.� His fist accelerated along my cock, now baring the head completely before returning forward and snapping the foreskin over my upturned ridge. His thrusts grew harder and longer as his excitement mounted. �You�re really getting into it,� I said as I felt him lunge harder between my thighs. I clamped them together again. �Want me to keep your prick squeezed? That�ll make you come faster.� �No, just stay the way you are. I�m pretty hot now, and I want to make it last.� I relaxed my muscles, releasing the pressure on his cock. �Okay, just enjoy it. I know I am.� His warm fingers continued to massage my foreskin up and down the head in long, fulfilling strokes, and I knew I�d easily keep up with him. My breathing became harder now as tension filled my body, and I heard him breathing harder with the effort of thrusting. His prick slid easily in long strokes between my thighs, slipping back and forth inside the copiously lubricated latex sheath. �How do we handle it when you start to come?� he asked. �I�m almost there. Your tip gets too sensitive after you start to come.� �Just keep going the way you are for now. When you feel me start to come, just pull the skin back and keep it there. That�ll be enough to keep me going.� �I can feel how close you are,� he gasped. �The head feels pretty hard through the skin.� My cock was fully engorged, and the blood filled helmet now ached for release. My eyes closed as I began to withdraw from the world, totally captivated by the compelling sensations in my prick. �My tip�s tingling,� I said through gasping breaths. Now he was gasping hard, and his stomach slapped against my butt, enough to push me forward with each thrust. �If I start to come before you, I�ll reach down and hit your hot spot under the head. That�ll make you come.� �Okay, I got it�. My tip�s getting all tingly�..� he whispered as he built up to the climax. I felt him slow down, taking longer thrusts to delay the inevitable, prolonging the delicious moment of anticipation for us both. His fingers worked my foreskin more slowly, but the friction was enough to make my blood-filled helmet feel ready to burst. �I�m almost there,� I whispered through clenched teeth, almost unable to speak. I was trying to stay relaxed, but the tension had inexorably built up and now I was poised on the brink, no longer in control of my own body. A hot tingle filled my cock-head, and my little world suddenly exploded. My last thought as my consciousness faded was to slip my fingers between my thighs and trigger his orgasm by pressing into the hot spot in the cleft under his helmet. A hot rush of semen flooded my tube and burned its way up my prick as I felt his fingers tighten on my shaft and drag the hood completely back from the head. I heard Charlie cry out and he lunged into me hard as the hot fury of his orgasm overtook him. His hard prick throbbed between my thighs as we both hurtled into the downward spiral of our orgasms, shattered by the mind-numbing sensations. My cock throbbed hard in his clenched fist as another spasm shook me, and the hot gush of burning fluid seared my urethra in its rush to the end of my cock. I felt Charlie�s hot hard head throb against my fingers as he lunged again, caught up in his erotic frenzy. The momentum of his lunge pushed me forward, and the naked tip of my cock touched the towel. I felt the almost painful scrape of terrycloth against my tender flesh, and this heightened my sensations. Our next throbs came together, and our cries of blissful agony filled the room as our pricks swelled with the flow of hot fluids that erupted from our swollen, pulsing helmets. We were now fully synchronized, and we came together again, caught up in mindless spasms that shook our bodies. We both cried out helplessly, trapped in the spell of our mutual orgasms as our bodies strained against each other until we were both spent. I felt Charlie stop thrusting, and intuitively knew that he�d become hyper-sensitive. We were now utterly still, immobile as we felt our cock-roots tightening in their last contractions, sending residual seepage up our tubes. The pulses faded, and we were totally drained. After several minutes, I heard Charlie whispering in my ear: �I hope I stopped stroking you before your dick got too sensitive.� I was touched by his caring and his sensitivity. �No problem, buddy. You skinned me back just when I started coming, and that was perfect. I�m glad I was able to make you come with me.� �That was perfect too. When I felt your fingers on the underside of the head, that set me off and I dropped my load with yours.� �I know I didn�t have to worry about your prick getting too sensitive. I knew that when that happened, you�d just stop pumping.� �I really loved the feel of your dick throbbing in my hand. Even as I was coming, I could feel it pumping out its juice.� �I felt your cock too, between my thighs and against my fingers when I pressed in to make you come. While I was shooting, I felt your cock throbbing against my body and my balls.� �That was hotter even than coming inside my wife. She can�t get her fingers in there to press against the head.� He kissed my neck tenderly after saying this. We were still locked together, but I worked myself free and turned to face him. I took his head between my hands and kissed him first on the forehead, then his eyes, and finally on his soft warm lips. �That was the first time we came together,� he said. �It was wonderful.� I reached behind me and gathered up the towel, wrapping the pools of sperm in its folds, and then I slipped the condom off his softening cock, carefully wiping it down to avoid scraping the tender head, finally pulling his hood forward. He took the towel from me and wiped the end of my foreskin, squeezing it to push out the creamy residue. Then he skinned it back to dab at the head, removing the creamy coating, and slipped my hood forward again to engulf the helmet. We were totally exhausted, dazed, and sleepy, and we sank into oblivion together, not awakening until morning.