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Charlie, part V

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by Jackinnm Next morning I didn�t awaken with a piss hard-on, as I�d gotten up at four to relieve the pressure in my bladder. Charlie, though, was fully stiff, the short foreskin drawn back tightly to reveal the beautiful purple helmet, with its upturned rim still damp from having been under his hood.He storied as I looked at him, as I�d uncovered us both by drawing back the sheet. He opened his eyes and smiled. �Like what you see?� he asked seductively. �Like it? I love it,� I replied as his hand slid up my thigh to clasp my limp prick. �I love this too,� he said as he gently grasped the end of my long foreskin nipple and began pulling it outward, away from my body, stretching the skin to clearly reveal the outline of my helmet. I grasped his prick, thumb on top at the base of the shaft and index finger pressing into the thick tube under the shaft. �You really have to pee,� I observed. �That�s why you�re so stiff.� My prick would shortly become stiff as well, under the relentless tugging at my foreskin. I could feel the core of my prick already swelling inside its protective hood. �I�m jealous of your long dick-skin,� he said as he kept up the tension, pulling harder and then relaxing so that my foreskin stretched and shrank back over the swelling helmet. �I�m glad you like it. I like the way you�re handling it. You�re really an expert.� His warm fingers continued their steady rhythm on my foreskin, pulling and stretching, and then letting it go back. �I know stretching it feels good for you because it�s stretching the nerve endings in your dick-skin. Look, it�s getting hard already.� �Yours is already hard, ready for action,� I countered. I felt his prick throb with every squeeze I gave it. �That big head really shows through the skin, even with a thick skin like yours. When it gets up all the way I�m going to skin it back for you.� The bulge of the flaring head was now clearly visible through my hood as his fingers continued to stretch the supple foreskin. �Yours is already out, and it looks really appealing.� I lowered my head as I spoke, eager to inhale the delicious male aroma of foreskin. Charlie�s prick had a delicate odor, musky and sexy, and I pressed my nose against the flaring purple rim to get the full flavor. �How�s it smell to you?� he asked uselessly, because he already knew the answer. �I love it,� I replied. I knew that he just wanted to hear me say it. �You don�t have as much morning smell as mine does because your skin only covers half the head. Still, it�s delicious. I can�t get enough of it.� I inhaled deeply, enjoying the rich masculine aroma of his superb cock. �That�s another thing I love about your dick,� he said. �I love to skin it back because yours has such a strong rich smell.� Now my prick was fully hard, and Charlie began sliding my foreskin back slowly, a millimeter at a time, sliding it forward again to form a thick pucker that closed off the end. �That�s nice, really nice,� I whispered, relishing the delicious sliding and stretching sensations as his fingers worked their magic on my swollen prick. �I know you like that action, sliding the skin back over the head of your dick to stretch it over the head.� He slid my thick hood back to reveal the front dome of my helmet, and then brought his head closer and inhaled. �That�s what I like too. I just love that rich smell.� �You�re already leaking,� I observed as I touched the tip of my tongue to the pouting lips of his slit, tracing its teardrop outline as I savored the salty taste of his thick fluid. �I know yours doesn�t juice as much as mine, but the slit�s already swollen, just like mine.� His fingers pulled my hood up to cover the head again, and then reversed to slide the thick fleshy covering back down until it just encased the rim. �Our tips are exactly alike,� I said as I ran my tongue down his slit and the thin weld line where the two halves of his rim met under the head to form a wide triangular groove. Now I caressed the gee-string that lay invitingly in the groove, as this was his hot spot. His prick jerked hard in my hand, and I knew that I�d reached him. �Yeah, the same sexy helmet shape, with the same flaring rims. Your dick�s got a big vein on the right too, just like mine.� I felt his tongue tickling my pouting slit, sliding from side to side against the lips, and then he worked it into the groove under the head to tickle my hot spot, sending a thrill down my shaft. Meanwhile, I worked my tongue up towards his slit again to receive another large drop of his tasty lubricant. Rolling it around on my tongue, I reflected on hos lucky we were. �You taste so good,� I said. Now I clamped my fist tightly around his shaft, pulling hard to make the skin stretch to cover and compress the sexy flaring rim. �I don�t have enough skin to cover the head,� he said. �That�s why I like playing with your dick so much. You�ve got plenty of skin and it covers the head even when you�re hard.� To illustrate his point, he closed his fingers around the hardness of my shaft and swept the long thick foreskin up to engulf the helmet right to the end. �I�ve got more skin; you�ve got more lube,� I said. �I think they balance out.� �I like the way your skin comes back like a thick collar around the neck of your dick,� he said as his fingers gently eased back my hood to uncover the rim, making the cuff settle into the deep grove behind the head. �Your rim�s really sensitive,� I said as I ran my tongue around it, tracing its upturned flare and caressing its nerve endings. His cock jerked in my hand again, proof that I was arousing him. �So is yours,� he said as he did the same to me, sending a continuous ripple of sensation down my shaft as his tongue followed the contours of my rim all the way around the head. His tongue-tip paused to press into my gee-string under the head, and then continued its trip along the rim to the top. �You�re making me very hot,� I said, enjoying the sensations he was giving me. �I�m already very hot,� he countered lasciviously. �Playing with your dick�s making me hotter.� His tongue resumed tracing along my rim, this time caressing the back face as he drew my foreskin back away from it. �Playing with your cock always makes me hot. I always love to lick that big helmet and taste your juice.� I lapped at his tender slit again, lubricating my tongue, and then worked down to behind the head, where his short tight foreskin lay inverted along the shaft, stimulating the mucus membrane of its inner lining. �Your sac�s tight, like mine,� he said as he grasped it with his other hand, tugging gently to stretch the thick wrinkled skin. I pressed my fingertips into the root of his cock behind his balls, knowing that this would give him a sensuous thrill. Now I grasped the thick scrotal skin, stretching it as he�d done to mine. �That feel good,� I asked, knowing it did. �Oh, lovely,� he replied as he continued to tug gently at my scrotum as he ran his tongue around my rim. Now he pulled back harder on my shaft skin, stretching my foreskin back to reveal the tender and delicate lining, which he licked ardently to give me pleasure. I moaned in delight, savoring the delicate and delicious sensations that flooded my prick. �You�re really hot now. I can see your helmet�s turning darker purple.� As I spoke, I tugged back on his shaft skin, making sure the nerve endings were stretched tightly to give him a boost in sensations. Charlie groaned and sighed deeply as his hot hard prick jerked in my hand. �Yours is getting dark too,� he replied. �I�m going to slow down now. I want it to last for you because I want you to enjoy it.� �I�d better slow down too. The longer you last, the more you�ll enjoy it when I make you come.� I lightened my grip on his shaft and let go his sac. But continued my light, teasing licks around the circumference of the head. �Yeah, we both blast off harder if we take our time,� he said, and he slowed his laps around my hard cock. He released my scrotum and let my foreskin slide forward to fill the groove behind my rim. Now his tongue was just tickling my slit, in light and delicate touches that kept me aroused without risking sending me over the edge. �Last night we were so hot we needed relief fast,� I reminded him. �Now we�re rested, and the pressure isn�t as much.� �Oh, I really needed it last night,� he said. �We both did. I know I just couldn�t hold back at all.� I lapped at his beautifully shaped pouting slit, a perfect teardrop that enhanced the beauty of his flaring helmet. It dripped salty fluid onto my tongue, and I worked in small circles around the tender orifice. �Just stay relaxed,� I urged. �That way, you�ll last until you�re ready to come.� I felt his tongue-tip gently caressing my hot pouting slit, delicately stimulating the nerve endings right at the end of my helmet. I sighed again. �Yeah, I�m nice and relaxed right now, but I don�t know how long I can make it last. How are you doing?� �I think I can last for awhile,� I replied. �Just take it easy, and we�ll get nice and hot before we let go.� We were on our sides, in a basic �69� position, facing each other with full access to each other�s cock and balls. I felt we could keep it up as long as we wished. �I�m just going to work your dick-skin,� he said as he removed his mouth. I felt his fingers again close around my shaft, slowly stroking my long hood up to the end of my helmet and then gently drawing it back to make me feel every sensation as the thick flesh stretched over the contours of my helmet and snapped into the deep groove behind it. He did it so slowly I didn�t feel a hot rush, but instead it seemed soothing, quieting, and it calmed my desire. Still, I was concerned about him. �You have to pee,� I said. �Think that�ll keep you from staying relaxed?� �No, I think I can hold off. Just be careful and don�t press against my stomach.� �Okay, I�ll be very careful. Right now I�m just going to pull your skin a little. Tell me how that feels.� I began pulling on his shaft skin and his drawn-back foreskin, bringing it up to bump the rim of his helmet lightly. �That feels just fine,� he replied. �You�re keeping me hot, but I�m not about to let go.� �Your helmet�s so hard, so smooth,� I said. �It�s really glossy, shiny, and that means you�re really hot.� �So is yours. We�re both pretty well up there. You feel like you have to come?� �No, I can hold back,� I replied. �I bet I can last as long as you can.� In front of my eyes, Charlie�s helmet was hard and very smooth, even the bulging front dome that was normally outside of his foreskin when he was limp. �I can feel how hard your cock is through the skin. It feels like a steel bar in my hand.� �Yours is the same way,� I said. �The big vein on the side�s bulging.� �Yours is too. You�re not throbbing yet, though. I think you can hold off for awhile.� His fingers continued to move my foreskin, slowly and languidly, the supple flesh caressing my swollen helmet with every stroke. �I�m just going to keep bumping your rim. Tell me if it gets to be too much.� Charlie�s hot helmet was dark and shiny, and I knew I had to go carefully to keep his excitement under control. �I�m going to slow down even more,� he said. �I can see you�re starting to leak too.� �Okay, just stop stroking me now. If you want to taste my lube, go ahead. That won�t push me over the edge.� I saw that Charlie�s teardrop orifice was oozing steadily, and the viscous liquid was running down over my fingers. I felt him stop moving my foreskin, instead peeling it back to uncover the entire head, and then I felt his tongue-tip touch my gaping slit. �Aaaaah,� he sighed as he tasted my clear liquid. �I really love that taste, because it�s you.� �Your lube�s all over my fingers. I�m losing my grip on your skin.� �Okay, stop stroking me. Just use your tongue. I know how much you like the taste of my juice.� I released my grip on his shaft, letting the skin snap back away from the head, and just held the shaft lightly between two fingers as I ran my tongue over his head. As I touched it, I felt his big helmet push forward against my tongue. �I feel your tip straining,� I said. �It�s really hot now.� As I spoke, I felt the tip of his tongue tickling my slit, sliding smoothly over the pouting lips on the film of lubricant. I let my lips close over his head, wanting the entire smooth wet plum in my mouth. �Aaaaahh, that feels so good,� he said as he continued to run his tongue in small circles around my slit. My lips locked into the deep groove behind his upturned rim as my tongue-tip drilled into his wide orifice. Now I removed my mouth. �I think I�d better slow down,� I explained. �If I keep this up, you�ll be creaming in my mouth.� �You bet I would,� he replied. �That was really hot, feeling your lips all around my rim. Ten seconds of that and you�d have my load.� I used my other hand to tickle the hairs on his sac, lightly and teasingly, to avoid pushing him too far. �Okay, I�ll be very careful. I don�t want you to lose your load. How�s the pressure in your bladder?� �I�m okay, I think. If you�re careful, I think I can hold out, but your mouth almost sent me.� I let him cool off for a couple of seconds, and then touched my tongue to his slit to scoop up another stream of clear viscous lubricant. �That was okay,� he said. �I don�t think you�re going to make me shoot just with your tongue like that.� I kept caressing his slit, working my tongue in small circles, and then moving down to the underside of the head, plunging my tongue-tip into the triangular groove to caress the sensitive gee-string. �That okay?� I asked as I paused. I�d felt his tip throb against my tongue when I�d invaded his groove. �Oh, yeah, that feels so nice, but I think I�m too far along to avoid coming. I really need it now.� �Okay, Charlie, I�ll make you come now. Just hold on tight, and get your mouth off my prick.� I engulfed the swollen head with my lips locking into the groove behind it, tongue probing deeply into his piss-slit. I felt the big helmet throb against my lips and tongue. �Okay, I wouldn�t want to bite you,� he said with a laugh just before he inhaled deeply. He took several more deep breaths, trying to remain relaxed and in control, but the excitement overtook him because I heard him begin to groan. I kept his shaft steady with two fingers while the fingers of my other hand grasped the skin of his balls to tug and stretch it. My mouth worked around the straining helmet, adding to his arousal, filling him with hot sensations as I drilled my tongue mercilessly into his pouting slit. �Ohhhh, you�re making my tip tingle,� he cried out as I twisted my mouth around the hard, swollen head. His lubricant streamed into my mouth, and my tongue slid smoothly over the broad upper surface of the smooth helmet. His hips bucked and I felt the straining head push deeper into my mouth as the forces of orgasm rose within him and he slid effortlessly into his climax. A powerful throb filled my mouth, and my fingertips felt the hard pulse in his shaft as his cock exploded, filling my mouth with his salty cream. I heard him crying out loudly, helplessly, as the heavy gush shot from his slit against my tongue. I opened my mouth more, and he thrust his hard stabbing prick deep into the back of my mouth as his throbbing helmet gushed again. I swallowed hard, just in time to meet the next explosion as he poured his life-juice into me. Now I tugged harder on his balls, enhancing his sensations to make his cock throb again, the big hard helmet shooting its hot jet into the back of my throat. I heard him crying and moaning, caught in the grip of his powerful orgasm, writhing helplessly as the hot sensations filled his body. He was still holding my prick, warm clasping fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft, and I shared his excitement vicariously as he continued to pour his fluid in hot jets. His stomach was against my chest, his body straining against mine, as the biological storm carried him along. The throbbing helmet in my mouth pulsed again, and as another hot jet sprayed against the back of my throat I removed my mouth, anticipating that his tortured head would become super-sensitive. I held my mouth in front of his tip, lips parted to catch any forthcoming jets, as his orgasm began to fade. He was still crying out, overcome by the avalanche of hot sensations, and still seeping white cream that dripped onto my tongue in its salty wetness. His jets became slow gushes, and then faded to a steady ooze as I felt his body begin to relax. I released his sac and began milking his cock-root behind the balls to push the residue from his prick. I continued milking the underside of his softening shaft to get the last drops, and licked them from his slit as they appeared. The compound curves of his helmet softened and faded to a lighter purple as the hardness left his shaft and it began shrinking between my fingers. Charlie rolled onto his back, totally spent, exhausted, and inert. He�d let go of my prick, his fingers falling weakly away from it. I knew that given the long build-up, his orgasm had been especially intense, and that he�d take several minutes to recover from the daze of the after-shock. His breathing slowly returned to normal as I lay contentedly beside him, patiently waiting for him to speak. His eyes were still closed, and I knew he had not yet come out of his shell. After several minutes he opened his eyes. He looked at me, numb, fixedly, and then sat up and clasped me to him. �I really loved that,� he said weakly. �That was so hot, I felt all my insides were shooting out through my dick.� �I loved watching it,� I said. �I loved feeling it, feeling your hot tip shooting in my mouth. It felt like you�d never stop shooting.� I hugged him to me, feeling his hand steal down to my crotch and his hot fingers closing around my shaft. �I loved feeling your dick, holding on to it, as I came, knowing you were there for me. Now I�m going to be here for you.� �Go ahead, Charlie. After feeling you come in my mouth, I�m ready to go.� �How do you like it? Want me to pump your skin? I know that�ll make you cream fast.� �Do it the way you want. You know I love hand jobs.� �I�d better make sure you�re lubed first,� he said as he knelt beside me. He skinned me back and milked his shaft, bringing forth some drops I�d missed, and I watched the clear liquid drizzle on to my naked helmet. Now he pulled my foreskin up, sweeping it forward to spread the thick, slippery liquid evenly over the head, softening the sensations. His fist began sliding my foreskin in long strokes, forcing it up over the swollen helmet, and then yanking it back down to uncover it, stretching the nerve endings and making my entire cock tingle. �Your tip�s so hard, I can feel it through the skin. It�s dark purple, too. You�re set. You�ll pop any second,� I heard him say as my awareness of the outside world faded. I was slipping away into myself, withdrawing as the hot sensations filled my consciousness. My cock was so hot and my tip ached, eager for the spark that would trigger my release. �Do it, so it,� I urged as my eyes closed and I withdrew into my own little world, totally captivated by the intense sensations. He slid my hood all the way back, and I felt the nerve endings stretching deliciously as it expanded over my flaring rim. When he pulled it forward, the thick fleshy cuff hesitated for an instant before snapping over the flaring corona, and then began the long downhill slide to encase the helmet. I felt a tickling sensation building up in my rim. �I�m holding it not too tight,� he explained. �Just tight enough to slide the skin, but not enough to squeeze the blood from the head.� �Yeah, it wouldn�t be as sensitive if the head wasn�t full,� I whispered, endorsing his judgment. The tickle in the rim became more intense as he continued his rhythmic strokes, caressing my helmet with the thick fleshy covering. I spread my arms as my legs began to tremble, enjoying the buildup of hot sensations. The tickling feeling filled the head from its front dome to the heard faring rim, and then I felt a deep ache in the head as I anticipated the blessed release. �Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!� I groaned as the tickling sensation in the helmet changed to a hot tingle, and I knew I was on the edge. �You�re right there!� he exclaimed as he continued to stroke my long foreskin over the bursting head. The tingle became intense, almost unbearable, as the many nerve endings responded to Charlie�s long hot strokes. �I�m going to use my fingers,� he said as I felt him strip the skin back from my hard, swollen helmet, yanking it back forcefully to stretch the nerve endings. I felt the sharp ridges of his fingertips dancing over the swollen nerve endings of the head, sending a hot thrill shooting down my shaft to trigger my orgasm. �OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!� I cried out helplessly as my sensations peaked, and the heavy pounding of orgasm began in my cock-root, releasing the first thick jet into my tube. The hot liquid burned its way up my prick, slamming through the lips of my already pouting slit as I cried out in joyful agony. His fingertips circled the exposed rim of my naked head, the friction burning its way into the many nerve endings to bring forth another burning gush that tortured me with its heat as it spewed from my big helmet. Charlie�s thumb was on the rim of my glans as his fingertip pressed hard into the hot spot under the head, squeezing the helmet and triggering another hot blast of cream that poured from my tip. Another torrent of hot lava squirted up my tube, and I felt Charlie�s strong fist stretching my shaft skin back even harder. Now he removed his fingertips from my helmet, perhaps anticipating that it was becoming too sensitive, but he continued to hold my foreskin tautly back along my shaft as another gush of cream poured from my slit. I was gasping, sobbing, mindlessly enjoying the intense sensations as my orgasm began to fade. Several more convulsions deep inside me drove the last hot drops up my tube, and then I became utterly still, mind numbed by the intense storm that had wracked my body. I drifted, not thinking, for seconds or minutes, gradually becoming more aware of my surroundings, as I struggled out of the orgasm-induced daze. I opened my eyes to see Charlie smiling down at me. �Come on,� he said. �We have to shower and get ready for the meeting. He helped me off the bed and we walked into the bathroom. I was already thinking of the evening before us, and how we�d spend it.