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Charlie- Part 7

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Jackinnm The following morning I was awakened by the pressure of a full bladder. I guess Rick and Charlie�s bladders were also full, but none of us were hard, possibly because we were all in our sixties.We�d thrown off the sheet during the night, as it was warm in the house, and I studied my companions� cocks. Like mine, they had long foreskins that covered the bulges of their heads and tapered to form a nipple at the end. All of us had heavy-ended pricks that swung attractively when we walked but right now lay limply between our thighs. Rick�s scrotum hung loosely but mine and Charlie�s were tighter. Rick stirred and looked at me. �Awake already?� he asked. �I guess having to pee woke me,� I answered. �Maybe Charlie has to go too.� �I know I do, but I can hold off for awhile.� Beside Rick, Charlie stirred and opened his eyes. �Morning, you guys,� he said sleepily. �Man, was that a hot time we had last night. I haven�t come like that in a long time.� Rick touched my arm. His hot eyes bored into mine as he spoke: �This morning, you go first, Jack. You were last to come yesterday, but now I want to give you a really hot come, and if Charlie wants to help, we�ll work on you together.� �Whattaya mean, if Charlie wants to help? Of course I want to help. I wouldn�t miss this for the world.� Charlie moved closer to me, his hand coming to rest on my thigh as Rick climbed over me to sit on my left side. �Well, I knew you would, Charlie, I was only asking, that�s all. Anyway, I know that Jack�s got to pee, so if he can hold it, we�ll make his cock spurt a lot. Let�s get him going.� His fingers closed around the end of my foreskin, holding it by the nippled tip as he pulled it out away from my body. Jack�s got a tight skin,� Rick said to Charlie, �a lot tighter than you and me. Now look at what happens when I skin him back.� His warm fingers closed around the still limp shaft of my prick as his other hand still held my foreskin stretched out. �I have to hold his dick to stabilize it because it�s limp,� Rick continued. �Now I�m going to peel the tight skin back off the head.� I felt the pressure of his fingers grasping my hood, driving it back slowly, baring the head. My foreskin strained against my helmet as it slid back, stretching the nerve endings. The opening of the nipple enlarged as the nose of my glans pushed through it. �The head�s pretty small right now,� Rick added. �That�s because it�s still asleep, and because that skin�s really tight around it. Now watch what happened when I get the skin all the way back and the head�s free to grow.� �I know the skin will lock behind his rim,� said Charlie. �His rim�s as high as mine.� I felt the pressure of Rick�s fingers relax now that he�d pushed my foreskin back behind my flaring rim. �Right you are,� replied Rick. �Now he�s got a lot of skin, and you can see how it forms a thick collar behind his rim. It�s pretty tight, and acts like a tourniquet around the neck of his cock. Watch what it does to the head.� I felt the rush of blood filling my helmet.� �Yeah, the head�s really blossoming out,� observed Charlie. �His shaft�s still only half hard, but the head�s all swelled up now.� �And the blood pressure in the head�s making his slit pout too,� added Rick as he continued to hold my swelling prick between two fingers. Charlie had begun to caress the insides of my thighs, his fingertips brushing against my scrotal hairs with each stroke. I felt a light tingle in my sac each time his fingertips touched the hairs. I still wasn�t fully awake, but was becoming very aroused. Rick�s magic fingers continued to hold my swelling prick, and as the shaft lengthened and offered more resistance, they began drawing the skin back farther. �Look at that deep groove behind the head,� Rick said as he stretched my fleshy covering taut on my shaft, baring the nerve endings in the neck of my prick that rarely saw the light of day. �Nice aroma,� commented Charlie as he dipped his head to inhale deeply at my crotch. �I just love that smell.� �I do too,� said Rick as his head moved closer to my now hard prick. He opened his mouth and his tongue flicked out to touch my swollen rim. I shivered at the electric contact that sent a thrill into the head and down my shaft. The sex play was arousing both of them, and I saw their pricks swell and lengthen to their six-inch fullness. �Both you guys have enough skin to keep the heads covered when you�re hard,� I said. �Yeah, you know I had to stretch mine out because it was short,� Charlie said, �and Rick had to re-grow his from scratch because he was cut as a baby.� I remembered that Charlie had used tape to keep his foreskin closed over the end, until it stretched to its present attractive length. Rick had had to tape his skin for much longer to regenerate a full foreskin like mine. �Now you�re both happy with the result,� I concluded. �Yeah, having skin is nice,� Rick replied. �It feels very hot to have enough skin for a nice long stroke.� �I�ll second that,� Charlie added. His fingers were now concentrating on my sac, tickling the hairs to add to my excitement. �I haven�t had my mouth on your cock in years,� Rick said. I sighed deeply as I felt Rick�s hot lips close around my cock-head. His tongue-tip probed my slit, sending pulses of sensation deep into my helmet. �You taste so good,� Rick said as he raised his head momentarily. �I know it feels good for you.� His lips returned to my cock-head, engulfing it completely. Charlie lowered his head and I felt his tongue licking my balls, and then working up the shaft until it caressed the tight skin behind the head. The sensation of both of them working on my swollen shaft and helmet with their mouths excited me even more, and I groaned. �You just stay on your back and relax,� Charlie urged. �You know it�ll be better if you last longer.� �I�ll try,� I replied. �I�ll leave the driving to you.� �Yeah, just leave the driving to us,� Rick laughed as he lifted his head. �I�m going to suck that big lollypop of yours until you explode. He removed his fingers from my shaft to give Charlie better access to it, but returned to caressing my helmet with his hot mouth. �I love the way your mouth feels, so hot,� I moaned, the maddening sensations filling my body. I felt his fingertips against my abdomen, just above the base of my shaft, gently pressing inward. �That feel good?� Rick asked as the pressure of his fingers against my bladder increased. �Oh, yeah, but you�ll make me cream if you keep it up,� I answered. �You�re making me so hot�� I trailed off as the sensations rose to a new peak. I felt him remove his fingers. �I just want you to know how it�s going to feel,� Rick said. �I�m really going to make you blow your load this time.� �Just stay relaxed,� Charlie said as he removed his mouth from my shaft. His fingers were now cupping my balls, kneading them lightly, adding to my excitement without producing the intense sensations that would drive me over the edge. Rick now began pumping my shaft skin up as he lifted his mouth, keeping the collar of skin just ahead of his lips as he drew back. Now he pulled my skin down as his lips moved to follow the thick circle of skin down my helmet. Drawing my foreskin back tautly to stretch the many nerve endings, he followed it with his hot lips to engulf my helmet completely, down to the groove behind the flaring rim. I felt my cock-head engorge further, straining to seek orgasm, and I took a deep breath to try to relax. Now Rick slowly moved his lips towards the front of the head, pulling the thick foreskin up the helmet as well. When he reached the end he removed his mouth, but held my foreskin up, completely covering the swollen head. �You were getting close there,� he said with a smile. �Can�t have you coming off too soon.� �Thanks,� I replied. �I need to relax a little before I blow my load.� Rick held my engorged prick motionless for a few seconds before turning to Charlie: �Let�s both work on his dick now. When I skin him back, I�ll use my tongue on the left side of his flange and you get the right. I think that way we�ll keep him on the edge without making him blast off.� Charlie nodded assent and Rick began slowly and lovingly stripping the long foreskin off my helmet. Charlie�s head blocked the view, but I felt a warm tongue caressing the top side of my flaring ridge, and a moment later Rick moved in the my left and his tongue-tip probed the groove behind my rim. Their tongues worked down my ridge on each side, caressing the back side, until they met in the triangular groove under my helmet. One tongue pressed in on my hot spot while the other whipped across my pouting slit, spreading the lips with each stroke. Now they began circling my rim upward toward the top of my helmet, wetly caressing the many nerve endings in the rim and groove. �He�s got the same little buds along his rim as you,� Rick said after reaching the top. �I know they�re pretty sensitive, but if we go carefully we won�t push him over the edge yet.� �I want you guys to do this to my dick after Jack shoots his load,� Charlie said. Then he returned to lapping at my ridge, working his way down the slanting hard flesh towards the underside. Rick�s tongue-tip followed, but on the other side. Despite their efforts, to keep me stable, I felt my excitement rising again. �My tip�s starting to get tingly,� I warned them. �I don�t think I can hold off much longer.� �Okay, I guess you�re ready to come, Jack. Let me finish him off Charlie. Then I�ll start on you.� I saw that both Rick and Charlie were hard, their tips bulging under their long foreskins. Charlie�s was leaking lubricant that dribbled out of the wrinkled end of his hood in a long strand that reached the bed sheet. Charlie removed his head, continuing to cup my balls, while Rick�s grip on my shaft tightened as he began to move my hood forward to cover the head. My fleshy collar bumped over the rim as it moved up until it completely covered the swollen helmet. Rick�s hot lips kissed the pucker at the end and then parted to engulf my purple helmet as he began stripping back the fleshy cowl. His lips caressed my hot hard tip as he drew back the skin, until they encircled the deep groove behind the head. Now he began moving up along my helmet, pushing the foreskin right behind his lips, and I felt the sharp scrape of his teeth sending messages of joy into my nerve endings. My stomach muscles tightened as my eyes closed, and I knew I�d be creaming any second. A hot tingling sensation filled the straining head of my cock as Rick pulled my foreskin all the way up and then began pushing it back without pause, following it with his lips and teeth. My legs began to tremble as I felt his hand pressing against my bladder, pushing the tension in my body to the breaking point. I withdrew into myself, focusing on the hot, tingling, and almost unbearable, sensations in my cock. As he drew the skin beyond my rim and his teeth scraped its sensitive nerve endings, I felt my world exploding. My cock-root contracted sharply, sending a torrent of hot cream into my tube to burn its way up my shaft. I cried out helplessly as the stream poured from the lips of my slit into Rick�s mouth. Now I felt my foreskin yanked back, followed by Rick�s hot lips and sharp-edged teeth, lightly scraping the tortured nerve endings and making me writhe as another spasm filled my body. Another long hot stream poured into my tube, racing to the tip, followed by another as I moaned and grunted in the frenzy of orgasm. My cock-root contracted again, and my hips bucked to drive my straining prick deeper into his mouth. My balls were tight against my body, firmly in Charlie�s warm fingers, and I shook again as the next torrent erupted from my prick. Suddenly my tip became over-sensitive, and Rick must have sensed this, for he removed his mouth while holding my skin tightly back against the base of my throbbing prick. My body twitched again as another surge poured into my tube, and then another. My orgasm was weakening, but I was still enthralled by the sensations unable to think because of the mind-numbing explosions that had wracked my body. Time had stopped for me, and I lay inert until the storm ended, and then I began returning to full consciousness. When I opened my eyes, both Rick and Charlie were smiling down at me. My prick was resting on my stomach, softening after its exertions. �Ready for a hot pee?� Rick asked. His strong hands pulled on my shoulders, helping me sit up while Charlie�s arms wrapped around my body. I stood with their help and they walked me into the bathroom. �We know you have to let go, and you�d better not wait until we�re finished,� Charlie murmured in my ear. I stood in front of the sink while Rick turned on the water, testing it to make sure it was hot, but not too hot. Charlie�s fingers gently retracted my foreskin and Rick cupped his hand to catch some water, which he poured over my still swollen tip. �This hot water will make your sphincter let go,� he said. At first, there was no effect because my muscles were still locked up tightly, but after the third sluicing of hot water over the head, I felt something give and my sphincter relaxed. A heavy stream poured into my prick-tube, slowly at first and turning to a rapid gush that poured out of my slit. Gravity helped, as my prick was now soft and pointing down into the sink. �That�s good,� Rick said as he gently pulled my foreskin down to cover the head, pinching the end to retain the flow. �Now let�s watch the balloon effect.� My hood began to swell, the skin straining and expanding under the pressure, and then Rick released his grip, allowing a thick gush to flow into the sink. He pinched the end again, making my thick fleshy hood swell almost to the point of discomfort, and expertly judged the moment to release it. �I like to do that to myself too, now that I�ve got skin on my dick,� he said as he let my prick drain itself thoroughly. �That piss is going to flush you out, and then we can get back to bed.� Rick rinsed his hands and dried them while I rinsed off my now limp prick. We walked back into the bedroom and Charlie lay down in the middle of the bed, arms and legs spread. �We�re going to get him off next, if you don�t mind. Charlie�s dripping so much he�s going to soak your bed if we don�t take care of him.� I nodded, and Charlie spoke: �Just get me off now. I�m so hot from doing Jack that I need to blow my load.� �Let�s see if working on your flange gets you off,� Rick said as he expertly stripped Charlie�s foreskin back to bare the swollen purple helmet. �Man his head�s hot and hard, and look how his slit�s opened up like a teardrop,� he said as he brought his head down. I lay on Charlie�s right side and began lapping at his swollen ridge, inhaling the delicious male aroma that emanated from his wet helmet and foreskin. I also tasted Charlie�s copious man-juice, the magic lubricant that was seeping steadily from his prick. The head felt hot against my tongue, because it was congested with blood, and I eagerly traced the outline of his rim as Rick attacked the other side. Charlie began to moan as we stimulated his sensitive exposed nerve endings, and I wondered how long it would be before his body began convulsing uncontrollably as mine had. My tongue-tip probed into the deep groove under the head, caressing the hot spot, while Rick�s worked on his slit. I began running my tongue up the right side of his flaring rim, caressing the dark purple back surface while Rick�s ran up the left side. Charlie moaned again: �Please don�t tease me, guys. I really need to come! Rick lifted his head and spoke: �Okay, you keep working on his rim and I�ll hit the head with my fingertips. I know how sensitive you both are to that action.� From the corner of my eyes, I saw Rick�s fingertips begin to caress the naked head, the coarse ridges of his skin scraping against Charlie�s bared nerve endings. I felt Charlie�s body stiffen as the first sensations hit him, and become even tenser as the sensations intensified. �The head�s really dark, and I can feel how hard it is,� Rick commented as he kept his fingertips dancing over the lubricated surface of Charlie�s helmet. I was cupping his balls with one hand, kneading them gently, my fingers pressing into the tender flesh behind them, as Rick continued to work on the straining cock-head. Charlie had begun to grunt as his stomach muscles tightened, and in a couple of seconds his legs were trembling. My tongue was still working around his flaring rim, which was now hard and congested with even more blood than before. I saw Rick�s fingers at the base of Charlie�s cock, pressing into his bladder. I felt the heavy throb in his cock-root as I heard him cry out, filling the room with the loud sounds of his joyful agony. I felt his tip pulse against my tongue at the same time, and an instant later his first jet shot up to fall back onto my face. Charlie�s hips bucked as the second spasm hit him, and another throb of his helmet hammered against my tongue as he shot another stream. Another heavy pulse came, and I felt his salty fluid falling onto my tongue as it poured out of his slit. Rick�s fingers were right in front of my eyes, working on Charlie�s taut helmet, caressing the big front dome and then the sides, returning to press into the underside to hit the hot spot. The effect on Charlie was electric. His body shuddered again and again, pouring out streams of juice, until we heard him shriek as his tip became too sensitive. I lifted my head as Rick removed his fingers, knowing that Charlie�s orgasm would finish without further stimulation. Rick still held the foreskin all the way back, letting us see the naked purple head and the fluid pouring from it. The jets had slowed to dribbles, and they ran down the contours of his beautiful purple helmet, wetting Rick�s encircling fingers as they flowed down the shaft. Pools of cream lay on Charlie�s stomach as his dribbles stopped and Rick drew the protective skin over the head. We watched Charlie recover, hearing his breathing slow from the frantic pace it had taken during climax. His body relaxed and finally he lay utterly still, as we knew he would. When he opened his eyes I leaned over to kiss him lightly on the lips before helping him stand. Rick and I walked him to the bathroom, and as he stood before the sink Rick again adjusted the water. I picked up a washcloth and wet it to clean the cooling sperm from Charlie�s stomach. Rick skinned him back and spoke: �I think you�d better run the water over his dick, Jack. If I touch the hot water now, I�ll pee. I�m so full I won�t be able to hold it back.� I ran handfuls of water over Charlie�s purple head as Rick had done with me. After several handfuls we saw the effect, a thick yellow stream running from his slit and thickening as it gathered force. Now I pulled the long foreskin down to cover the head and pinched the end as Rick had done with me. We watched, fascinated, never tiring of the sight of the foreskin swelling like a balloon, until I released it. �That�s washing the cream from the head, too,� Rick said as I pinched the end of Charlie�s long hood again. I repeated the process until Charlie had totally drained his bladder as he�d drained his sperm sacs minutes before. Then I skinned him back to allow rinsing the shapely head before pulling the long hood forward again to protect it. �Your dick looked so beautiful when you were shooting,� Rick said to Charlie as we walked back into the bedroom. �I felt it throbbing under my fingers while it was squirting.� �I felt the head throbbing against my tongue,� I added. �That was as nice for us as it was for you.� �I know, guys,� Charlie responded with a shy smile. �I get a thrill from making you come, watching and listening, knowing exactly how it feels for you as I�m touching you.� �I think you�re overdue, Rick,� I said. He lay flat on his back in the center of the bed, allowing Charlie and me lots of room on either side. He spread his arms and legs, and Charlie immediately began caressing the insides of his thighs, barely pausing to tickle the hairs on his loose scrotum. It was clear that Rick was already primed, because his sac contracted quickly under Charlie�s touch, drawing his balls up against his body. �Unless I�m wrong, you want me to pump your foreskin until you come, right?� I asked. The aroma of his wet foreskin and mushroom head tickled my nostrils. �I always like that best,� he replied. �Now that I�ve got skin I want to get the most out of it.� His prick was rock-hard, ready for the final stimulation that would provoke his orgasm, but first I wanted to give him something extra. �Okay, I�ll do that, but first I want to give you a few drops of Astro,� I said as I reached for the plastic bottle. I skinned his hood back enough to expose the front half of his swollen mushroom tip and poured on several drops of the lubricant. I moved his thick fleshy covering up slowly and carefully to spread the thick viscous fluid, feeling his prick throb in response. �I love that feeling,� Rick said. �That Astro makes the head warm�.� I put down the bottle and began stroking his long thick hood up and down the head, using light pressure to keep from over-exciting him. I brought my hand up to make the foreskin cover the head and bunch at the end, and then slowly drew it back to reveal the big purple mushroom, glistening in the soft room light. �I�m not going to squeeze his cock hard,� I said to Charlie. �Squeezing it would drive some of the blood from the head, and it wouldn�t be as sensitive.� �I know what you mean,� Charlie replied. �That happens to me too, and I always like to just slide the skin without too much pressure.� �Yeah, do it that way,� added Rick. �Just keep sliding that skin. It feels so good when you bump it over my rim.� I continued to slide Rick�s thick foreskin up and down the head, watching it cover and uncover his magic mushroom as his breathing deepened. �He won�t last long, I think,� cautioned Charlie as he continued to caress Rick�s inner thighs and cup his balls. �I think his head�s already getting darker.� �I know it is,� I replied. �I can also feel the head getting harder through the foreskin.� �I�ve been hard since we started,� Rick complained. �Both you guys got off before me.� His breathing had gradually changed to soft moans as the sensations had built up in his body, and he was becoming tense in anticipation of orgasm. �I�ll make you come soon, Rick,� I reassured him. �I�ll make sure you blow your load like we did.� As I stroked his long hood down to uncover the head, I saw that clear fluid was continually seeping from the lips of his long slit. The extra lubrication would only soften the sensations, but he was already so excited that he�d be going over the edge soon. �I can smell his dick,� Charlie said. �He�s really leaking, and it�s very hot.� I kept sliding the thick hood gently up and down the engorged head. �Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, it�s making my tip tingle,� he said, and I saw the mild tremor begin in his legs. �He�s starting to shake,� Charlie advised me. �His balls are really tight, and I can feel his leg muscles tightening.� I knew that Rick was very close now, and I wanted him to enjoy the fullest sensations. �I�m slowing down a bit,� I said. �You�re so close, Rick, and I want to keep you on the edge a few more seconds.� I saw the angry purple mushroom glistening as I drew his foreskin down past the rim to lay bare the neck of his shaft. I leaned over and blew on the head to give him an extra thrill. �Oooof!� he grunted as the cold shock on his head coursed through the nerves in his prick. I blew again, and slowly drew the foreskin up to wrap the head in its fleshy envelope. The seepage from his slit formed a clear pool that filled the pucker when I had his foreskin drawn all the way up his prick, and some leaked out over my clasping fingers. Now I slipped the thick shroud back down his prick, uncovering the hot hard head down to the rim, and then farther, until the skin was tightly stretched back and tensing the nerve endings. I heard Rick grunt again, and I gave the skin an extra tug to reinforce his excitement. The tremor had spread from his legs to his entire body, and he was shuddering with the sensations. I pressed my other hand against his abdomen, compressing his bladder to provide another sudden jolt of sensation. He drew a deep breath, and when I pulled his foreskin up again he cried out. I felt the heavy pulse in my encircling fingers as Rick�s cock erupted, the thick creamy rope distending the lips of his long slit as it shot straight into the air. His eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched as the intense feelings rolled over him, dimming his consciousness and making his entire body shudder. �Go for it!� Charlie encouraged as Rick�s cock throbbed again, sending another hot jet exploding from the end of his swollen mushroom. Rick cried out in helpless agony as the climax wracked his body. I pumped his foreskin quickly now, adding to the intensity of his biological storm, knowing that the sparks of sensation would whip through his prick and make the next spasm more intense. �HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!� he grunted as the contractions seized his cock-root, each disgorging another jet of creamy fluid that gushed from his purple cock-head. The white of his cream contrasted with the dark purple flesh as it ran down his tip, and I worked his foreskin to spread the viscous liquid all over the sensitive surface. His fists were clenched and the cords in his throat stood out as his body responded fully to the lashing of hot sensations. Now I drew his foreskin all the way back to let us watch the cream gushing from the long slit. I continued to stroke the vee-groove under the head with a fingertip to keep him going, and I could still feel his shaft and head throbbing. The geysers had turned to streams, running down the throbbing head and shaft, over my fingers, and into his pubic hair. Rick gasped several times, his body tensed in a final spasm, and then he was still. �He�s still going a little,� Charlie observed as a thin ooze of fluid seeped from Rick�s slit. I felt his cock still throbbing softly between my fingers as his orgasm faded gradually to stillness. I let his prick down gently onto his stomach. Nobody said a word as we waited for Rick to recover. He was now in a daze, shattered by the after-shocks of his orgasm, and totally unresponsive. After a couple of minutes he opened his eyes. �We�d better get you up now, or you�ll pee the bed,� I said, grasping his arm to help him rise. We stood him in the shower and Charlie turned on the water. Rick�s big mushroom head was still naked because I hadn�t pulled the hood down to cover it, and when the first hot stream ran over it, he sighed deeply. I saw him trying to relax his congested cock-root consciously, willing the urine to flow, but it took a few seconds for the hot water to take effect. Meanwhile, I felt another urge, and pulled my long foreskin back with my other hand, catching it behind the rim so that it locked back. I saw Charlie do the same, as he apparently needed to pee again. Our streams began within seconds of each other, bringing blessed relief, and our satisfied sighs filled the shower enclosure. I waited until Rick was at least halfway through, and then pulled his hood forward to pinch it shut. The trapped fluid made the long foreskin swell, until I released it to allow the urine to drain. Rick grasped my pric and pulled my foreskin down as well, trapping my stream until my hood ballooned. Then he released it, and my fluid erupted with an explosive gush from my foreskin. After draining ourselves, we soaped each other carefully, rinsed ourselves, and dried each other lovingly with the same towel. Back in the bedroom, I skinned back and poured a couple of drops of Astro on my tip, spreading it by stroking my foreskin back and forth a couple of times. Rick saw this, and took the bottle from me. As he skinned back to apply some lubricant to his mushroom tip, he asked Charlie: �Hey, want some of this? It makes the head feel really good.� When Charlie nodded and came closer, Rick carefully retracted his foreskin and applied a couple of drops. �That�s really nice,� Charlie commented. �It does make the head and the inside of my skin feel warm.� As we were standing close together, Rick reached for my prick and skinned it back. �Your tip�s already swelling, Jack. I guess the Astro�s really stimulating.� �Yes, and your touch,� I answered. �You know you can easily get me hard.� �Magic fingers, I guess,� laughed Rick. �Seriously, I think I need another orgasm,� I said. �I know I just drained myself this morning, but I still feel a bit unsatisfied.� �I feel the same,� Charlie chimed in eagerly. �It�s not that I�m not satisfied, it�s just that being with you two hot guys really turns me on.� �Well, you guys really turn me on too,� Rick contributed. �You saw that yesterday and this morning.� �Well, I�m going to fix some coffee for us,� I offered. �You both could go for a cup or two, right?� �Right,� they both said as I led them to the kitchen, where I ground coffee beans and put them into the coffeemaker. The filter holder had a valve at the bottom that let me remove the carafe to pour what was ready, and within a minute we were sitting around my kitchen table, in the buff, talking. �I know I�m going to want another orgasm after this,� I said. �I�ve got some Viagra. Anyone want a pill?� �I sometimes use the 50 milligram kind,� Rick said. �You ever use it Charlie?� �Well, I�m not as old as you guys. I�m only 62, but yeah, I keep some with me just in case. They�re 25 milligrams.� �That�s what I use,� I said. �I buy the 100 milligram size and cut them in quarters with a pill cutter.� I went into the bathroom, returning with a small vial. �Anybody want one?� Rick reached for two pieces, while Charlie and I swallowed one piece each, washing it down with coffee. Without the hard coating, the pills tasted bitter. I poured us all another cup and we sat talking for a few more minutes. �I remember you liked to do `Princeton,�� I said to Rick. That was a relatively new term, 40 years ago, when I�d first met Rick, it was called �thigh-fucking� or �intra-crural intercourse.� In those days, the term �docking� had not yet appeared, either. �That would be nice,� he said. �You get behind me, okay? I always liked the feel of your hand on my dick.� We went into the bedroom, where I removed a box of �magnum� condoms from the drawer. �I like to use magnums,� I said. �My prick�s only six inches, but these give me a lot of room inside.� �If they�ll fit you, they�ll fit me,� said Charlie. �Rick�s really going to need a magnum, because of that big head of his.� �Yeah, Charlie, mine measures two inches long and two inches wide. Yours is almost as big.� �Charlie and I measure the same, 1 7/8� long and the same wide. Overall, we only have about six inches, like you, not counting the foreskin.� �Rick�s shaft is a bit thinner than ours,� Charlie observed. �That�s why his head looks much bigger than ours. Its ridge really stands out above the neck when he skins back.� He leaned over to push back my hood to lock behind my rim and unrolled a condom down to the base of my shaft, leaving some slack in front beyond the head. I skinned Rick�s long foreskin back behind his rim, which caught it and kept it from slipping forward, and then I unrolled a condom onto his prick. Rick did the same for Charlie, taking his time as he lovingly stripped back his ample foreskin to bare the purple helmet, and then fitted the condom onto him down to the base. This handling had made the three of us very hard and we were eager to begin. Now Rick and I lay on our right sides, me behind him, and as he raised his leg I slipped my erection between his thighs. I thrust forward slightly and Rick said: �I like that, the way I can feel your big head bumping my balls.� Charlie meanwhile had assumed a �69� position in front of Rick. �I guess you can get me off while Jack�s pumping into you, right?� Rick replied by grasping Charlie�s latex-covered prick with both hands, one clamped around the base and the other massaging the helmet with the fingertips. �I really like using rubbers,� Rick commented. �Rubbing the thin membrane makes wrinkles that really stimulate the tightly stretched nerve endings, like in Charlie�s helmet here.� As Rick was speaking, I began a slow and steady rhythm, thrusting between his thighs while massaging his big mushroom through the condom�s thin membrane. �I don�t have to worry where my cream goes. It�s nice to come without having to aim, just let yourself go and take off the rubber afterward,� Charlie added. �I won�t be shooting my sperm into your hairs,� I said. �That�ll save you cleaning up afterward.� �The rubber also keeps your tip from getting hair burns,� added Rick. �I don�t think you could do this if you had to ride bareback.� �You bet I couldn�t,� I replied. �With the condom on my prick, it�s just one long smooth ride.� I was still thrusting, and massaging Rick�s big mushroom with my fingertips, caressing it through the thin lubricated latex and feeling the wrinkles that gave him extra sensations as they rubbed against his nerve endings. Charlie�s breathing had deepened, and Rick and I saw that he was becoming very excited. His hips had begun to buck slightly as Rick continued to caress his sensitive helmet through the thin latex. �Charlie, your face is flushed,� I said. �You�re really getting there.� �With you two hot guys here with me, I�m really turned on. I don�t know how long I can last.� �I can feel the tip getting harder through the rubber,� Rick said to me. �He�s getting close.� �I know I am,� Charlie replied. �I won�t be able to hold off much longer. I really need to come.� His normally tight scrotum had drawn up more against his body. �Then let�s get you off first,� Rick suggested. �You can have your jollies and while you�re resting up Jack and I can take care of each other.� I was peering over Rick�s right shoulder and saw him grasp the bulging helmet through the thin membrane and twist his fingers around it in a stroke that never failed to get any of us to orgasm. The sudden jolt of sensation made Charlie cry out, and I saw his eyes shut. Now Rick�s thumb and index finger had closed in a ring around the rim of Charlie�s helmet, and he was twisting rapidly, working the taut nerve endings with sideways friction, building up Charlie�s sensations, until we heard Charlie cry out in blissful agony as we saw the floppy end of the condom fill with the first ejaculation. �Man, his rim�s really hard,� Rick commented as he worked on Charlie�s helmet, filling it with thrills that sparked his orgasm. I�d slowed my thrusts, and stopped massaging Rick�s big mushroom, to avoid sending us both into orbit while Rick was bringing forth Charlie�s orgasm. We watched avidly as Charlie�s hips bucked with the force of another ejaculation, and the front of his condom distended further. �So hot�.� Charlie murmured through gritted teeth, and I wondered if he meant his orgasm or the thick cream that was filling the condom and bathing his precious helmet. He grunted loudly and I saw another gush pour from his tip to distend the transparent latex. �His prick�s really throbbing,� Rick remarked to me as he continued to work on it, torturing the precious nerve endings until Charlie cried out again, releasing another jet of sperm that further distended the condom. �I don�t think I have to worry about it getting too sensitive,� he said. �All that thick juice is coating his tip now.� �Oooooohhhhh�.� Charlie moaned as the orgasm overwhelmed him, and we saw him writhing as spasm after spasm wracked his cock-root. �I love to feel a man come,� Rick commented. �I feel his hard head throbbing right against my fingers, and I can feel each throb as the cream shoots through his shaft.� �I know,� I murmured into Rick�s ear. �I�ll be feeling your prick throbbing in a couple of minutes when you start to come.� �Your dick will be throbbing against my thighs,� he said in reply. �I�ll feel the head throb against my balls.� As we spoke, Charlie�s orgasm progressively spent itself, and finally he was silent, with a couple of tablespoons of cream filling the condom�s end. I resumed thrusting between Rick�s thighs, slowly and deliberately, while I gently massaged his magic mushroom through the latex sheath. �I guess we can go for it while Charlie�s recovering,� I said as I slipped a fingertip under Rick�s mushroom, probing for the hot spot in the vee-groove. He sighed, and Charlie appeared oblivious to it all, as he was visibly relaxing with his eyes still closed. �Charlie�s in a daze now,� Rick commented as I picked up the pace. I knew Charlie would remain in a stupor for another couple of minutes unless we roused him, and there was no need to do that. We could take care of each other without disturbing Charlie. Our pricks had remained hard while Rick had been bringing Charlie off, and we knew that we�d be blowing our loads together soon. �We�ll be sharing the magic moment this time,� I said as I kissed Rick�s ear. �Yeah, I know I�ll enjoy feeling you come when I do,� he replied, tightening his thigh muscles to squeeze my prick. I clamped down slightly on his latex-covered cock-head, but carefully so as not to drive out any blood. I wanted his precious mushroom to be fully engorged to assure a massive orgasm. I clamped my thumb and forefinger around the neck of his prick, between the drawn back foreskin and the thick ridge, twisting to give him a different sensation in his rim. I felt his prick throb in my hand. �You�re going to be creaming soon,� I said, keeping up the momentum. I felt his prick throb again, responding to the novel stimulation I was providing. Rick began breathing deeply, trying to remain relaxed but giving in to the tension that was quickly filling his body. I felt my shaft and helmet sliding easily inside the well-lubricated condom, my upturned ridge scraping against the skin behind his balls, pressing against the root of his cock. Each time I thrust forward I felt the big front dome of my helmet nudge his balls through their thick sac. �You�re really getting me close, Jack,� Rick grunted. I began massaging the head of his prick with my fingertips again, making sure to wrinkle the latex to scrape the taut nerve endings. His body strained against mine as the tension built and his muscles tightened. �I�m not far behind,� I murmured, again kissing his ear as I felt a tickling feeling in my cock-ridge. We were both fully hard, fully engorged, the way our pricks get just before orgasm. My helmet ached for the explosive release of orgasm, and the pressure in my cock-root told me that it would happen any second. My eyes were closing as my excitement mounted. �I�m there�..� Rick cried as I felt his entire body tighten and his thighs clamp down on my straining penis. His magic mushroom throbbed between my encircling fingers as the first jet burst from his slit into the condom. I felt his fingertips slip between his thighs, probing for my prick, and then pressing into my vee-groove under the head to trigger my explosion. My helmet was already tingling when the hot spark from his probing fingers shot from my helmet down through my straining prick. The first spasm deep inside me expelled a jet that burned its way up my tube and rammed through my pouting slit, the hot fluid spreading between the latex and my swollen helmet. I heard myself crying out in the distance as I reflexively thrust against Rick�s balls and his probing fingers, which sent another hot jolt of sensation through my prick. Rick�s cries of helpless, joyful agony filled the room as I relentlessly massaged the throbbing cock-head and sent sparks of sensation down his shaft. I felt the big mushroom throb again as his body strained against mine, and more hot fluid poured into his condom. I felt mine filling as well, the thick layer of hot cream masking my sensations somewhat, but another intense spasm wracked my insides to make me cry out again. I slammed my hips against Rick�s body, ramming my prick deeply between his thighs, searching for the sensations that fueled the frenzy of my orgasm. Rick and I were locked together, feeling each other�s pricks pulsing as they spit load after load. His hot, swollen mushroom filled my fist as it spurted again, and I had the presence of mind to twist my fist around it, although the shocks of my orgasm had numbed my consciousness. When we were finally still, totally spent, I forced my eyes open. Charlie was staring at us, totally relaxed, and Rick�s softening prick was inches from his face. My prick was awash in thick viscous fluid inside its latex sheath, and I felt Rick�s hot prick in my hand, the fluid-filled condom making it very slippery. �That was spectacular,� Charlie murmured. �You guys were perfectly synchronized, blasting off together. You were really moaning.� We lay together for a long time, enjoying the warmth of each other�s bodies, and because there was no hurry to clean up with our seed contained inside the latex sheaths. Our pricks became soft, and we lay very still so that the condoms wouldn�t slip off them. Finally, we got up and went to shower again, slipping off our condoms and throwing them into the bathroom�s wastebasket. Languidly, we soaped each other, and then rinsed ourselves. After carefully and lovingly toweling each other dry, we went back to bed for a deep and restful sleep, knowing that further thrills awaited us later.