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Charlie pt 3

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Jackinnm The salty viscous liquid oozing from Charlie's slit was delicious on my tongue. I squeezed his head to force out a large drop and rolled it around, spreading it around my palate and my teeth. The last evening of the convention was very memorable, not because of the banquet, but because Charlie and I ducked out early and went to his room. After dinner, we didn't linger to hear the windbags and gasbags pompously telling us of their achievements, as we felt that our time would be better spent enjoying the many pleasures of our bodies. We picked up some ice on the way, as we planned to have drinks during the evening. As we hurriedly stripped down, our eyes were on each other's crotches. Charlie's cock angled down forward of his tight sac, and I saw that he'd taped the end of his short foreskin shut over his heavily contoured cock-head. "I don't blame you for keeping it taped," I commented. "It covers only half the head even when you're soft." I knew he wanted to keep the tender tip moist and sensitive. "You don't have a problem with that long tube you've got covering your tip," he said enviously. He was well aware that my helmet was encased in its long fleshy funnel, which kept the tender flesh from drying out. As I watched, he peeled the short strip of tape from his prick-flesh and the ring of skin retracted to uncover the front dome of the head. I saw that viscous tears were already flowing from his weeping cock-eye. "You're really juicing," I said. "You must have been pouring out your cock-drool all during dinner." The left side of his boxer shorts was wet, evidence of his prolonged excitement. "I was thinking of how it would be getting naked with you," he said as he moved toward me, until our naked bodies were very close and the ends of our cocks touched. Charlie was my height, about six feet, and the end of his shapely purple cock-head dribbled clear fluid onto my funnel of foreskin. "We're getting hard fast," I said as our cocks eagerly filled with blood because our bodies were reacting to the tingling contact of our male flesh. "Your cock-eye's already pouting." Indeed, the lips of his slit were distending as the big helmet filled with blood to form a teardrop shape. Now as he faced me his fingers closed around my cock. "It's easier to skin you back when you're hard," he observed. "Soft, your cock just folds back. When you're hard, there's more resistance in the core and I can peel you right back." Now my cock was almost 100 percent hard and I felt his fingers tighten slightly as he began gently to peel my funnel of flesh back from the swollen helmet. "It feels good when you do that," I said softly, enraptured by the delicious sliding sensation as my foreskin slid smoothly back along the glossy head to expose the dome, with the pouting slit in the center. "Your cock-eye's just like mine," he said as the front dome of my helmet came into view. "You've even got a drop of cock-dew in it, probably because you're really excited too." Charlie dropped to his knees and I felt his tongue drilling into my slit. He relaxed his grip on my hood and it slid forward to encase his tongue. The tip of his tongue tickled the inside of my slit, making the entire helmet tingle. "Oh, that really feels good," I said. "Your cock smells and tastes good," he said between licks. "You don't smell of urine, I guess because you skin back every time you pee." "I also wipe any leftover drops with toilet paper," I added. "Today I undid the tape when I had to pee and let it skin back. It was much neater that way, and when I was finished I just used toilet paper and then put the tape back." Charlie stood up again, facing me, with his fingers once more playing with my foreskin. Charlie's cock was very hard, standing out from his body at a 45 degree angle, and the short foreskin had drawn tightly back by itself to form an unwrinkled deep pink collar around the neck of his cock. "Your cock looks circumcised when it's hard," I said, "except that it doesn't have any scar ring." Charlie tugged harder at my long tight foreskin, watching its orifice stretch as it expanded over the taper of my helmet. Now the stretched-out end of my hood was poised on my flaring rim, and he gave a final tug to make the tight fleshy ring snap down into the deep groove behind my rim. I thrust myself forward slightly so that our cock-tips touched, relishing the delicious tingle of our smooth rounded dome sliding against each other. "Your tip feels very hot," I said. "You're also wetting mine." The steady seepage of clear drool from Charlie's cock-eye was running down between our hard fleshy domes, cushioning the friction and softening the sensations. At that time, the 1960s, "exchange of body fluids" wasn't in our vocabulary, and neither was "safe sex." I dropped to my knees, wanting to taste his copious cock-fluid. The sexy masculine odor of his wet cock-head excited me. His entire helmet filled my field of view, and I aimed my tongue right at the center of the rounded dome, caressing his slit and tasting the warm juice. My lips closed around the rim, feeling its hardness as I probed his slit. After a minute I got up and Charlie spoke: "Your tip feels hot too, and it really looks like a big purple helmet. Your foreskin looks like a thick scarf around the neck of your dick. Let me try to get the wrinkles out of it." His fingers tightened around my shaft-skin behind my foreskin collar and dragged it back, S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G the supple tissue and its many nerve endings. We both knew how erotic it was to S-T-R-E-T-C-H the nerve endings, and how if we did it for long enough, it would drive us to orgasm. In the back of my mind memories of our shuddering, writhing, gasping orgasms lay dormant, never far from my consciousness, and I knew that Charlie had the same thoughts. I grasped his shaft with my right hand, clamping my fist around the base to compress the veins and make it harder, while I slipped my left under his balls, gently cupping them. The warmth of his hairy flesh felt good against my cupped fingers, and I began to knead his orbs inside their pliant sac. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, that feels sooooooooo gooooood�.." he said as I continued stimulating him. His fingers moved the skin up and down my shaft, stretching it back and then bringing it up to bump the rim. He knew that this was always a turn-on for me, and he did it with enthusiasm. "Let's lie down," I suggested, knowing that if he drove me to orgasm standing my knees would buckle. Without even discussing it, we arranged ourselves in a "69" position. His big purple helmet was inches from my eyes as I eased forward to engulf it. At the same moment, I felt his lips slowly enveloping my naked tip, while his tongue probed my slit. We worshipped each other's cocks with our mouths, in every way we could. I lightly traced the outline of his beautifully flaring rim with my tongue-tip, working from the top down one side, and then plunging my tongue into the deep triangular groove under the head to hit his hot spot. Then I worked up the other side until I reached the upturned flare at the top. Meanwhile, he pulled my prick deeply into his mouth, until I felt my helmet being compressed by the back of his throat. I steadied his shaft with one hand as my other one cupped his balls. I felt his warm fingers gently close around my tight sac, palpating the orbs within it. Now I tickled his slit again, swiping my tongue sideways across the pouting lips to stretch their nerve endings. I felt his teeth scrape gently down the broad upper surface of my helmet, sending shockwaves of sensation deep into its core. I finally let go of his cock to speak: "I know I'd enjoy coming inside your mouth, but we'd better not try to come together. I might bite you while I was coming." "I wouldn't like that," he responded. "I'd like it even less if I bit you." "Let's keep going at it until one of us is ready to come," I suggested. "Then we can come one after the other." "I know you're going to come first. Your tip's more sensitive than mine." He put his warm lips around my helmet again, and I felt him probe my slit. I sucked his tip into my mouth and twisted my head to provide sideways friction to his rim. Both our sacs had tightened further against our bodies, mute evidence of our excitement. Charlie paused for a moment, removing his mouth to speak: "I can feel the head's getting harder. You're closer than I am." "Okay," I agreed. "I'll stop sucking yours for now. After I cream, I'll finish you off." "That's good," he said. "Now let's go for it!" His mouth once more engulfed my cock, the tight circle of his lips applying a deep and satisfying friction to the head while his tongue probed the hot spot underneath. I felt the pressure of hot blood inside the swollen structure, and a tickle deep inside my cock-root told me I was seeping with excitement. I felt a drop of warm fluid crawling up my tube to emerge from my distended slit, and wondered if it tasted as good to him as his fluid tasted to me. "Oooooh�" I moaned as a tingling sensation began to build up in my helmet. I felt an urge to pee, but knew that this was merely the prelude to the explosive release. My eyes closed, shutting out the world as I withdrew into myself, totally captivated by the intense sensations his warm mouth was giving my swollen cock. Now he began working his mouth down the head towards the flaring base, dragging back my foreskin just ahead of his warm lips until it was tightly pulled back away from the rim, stretching its nerve endings. When he reversed course, he pulled his lips back, pulling my tight foreskin up to compress my flaring rim, and farther until it completely covered my cock-head. Then he pushed it back again, following with his warm lips, until my helmet was completely bared and his lips locked behind the rim while his tight fist stretched the skin as far back as it would go, uncovering the rim and the deep groove behind it. He kept up this perfectly synchronized rhythm, sending messages of delight down my prick, until I was writhing on the bed. I was helpless in his hands now, totally absorbed by the heavy tingle in my cock-head, as his unrelenting mouth caressed my nerve endings. Although I was trying to stay relaxed to make the build-up last longer, Charlie's lips and tongue were pulling me inexorably toward the brink. My cock-head ached for release, and my legs began trembling. I know Charlie sensed this, because now he stopped stroking my hood up over the head, but kept it back to let the rim fill out fully. I felt the pounding of the blood filling out the flaring rim in the swollen head as Charlie's lips caressed it again, just before he launched my climax. I felt his teeth scrape the top side of my helmet and the hot spot underneath as he yanked my skin back hard, sending a hot spark down my shaft to trigger my orgasm. I heard myself howling as the first torrent of hot juice burned its way up my prick to erupt into his waiting mouth. My stomach muscles tightened as the second shockwave of orgasm ripped through me, sending me tumbling into the abyss of mindless sensation. Time stopped as a third wave wracked my body, and I cried out helplessly, dragged along by the overwhelming sensations. I felt as if my entire being was pouring out through my throbbing cock, draining me and leaving me inert and helpless. The next pulse was weaker, and I felt Charlie remove his mouth from my cock, leaving his lips encircling my orifice to catch the last jets. My tip was super-sensitive, and if he'd kept up the stimulation I would have been in distress. Instead, I was blissfully oozing my last drops into his mouth, coming down off the high of my orgasm, my pulses slowing as they released the residue of my juices. I lay on my back, drained and torpid, feeling Charlie's gentle fingers milking the tube on the underside of my shaft as his tongue lapped at the drops that still oozed from my slit. I felt a finger press under my balls, working forward, until all of the juice had seeped onto his tongue. "Man, you tasted good, really good," he said as I lay passively sinking into the shocked daze that followed my release. "I felt your big tip throbbing in my mouth, against my tongue, and your hot jets went right down my throat. You shot so much I thought you were trying to drown me." "You really set me off. When you used your teeth I couldn't hold back anymore." "I was worried about that. I know how sensitive your tip is, and I was afraid using my teeth would be too intense for you." "Well, it was intense. It made me come right then. I just couldn't hold back anymore." Charlie leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips as I finished speaking. I reached up and hugged him to me, enjoying the animal warmth as I struggled out of my daze. We lay there for another minute until I felt I'd recovered enough to take an active role. "Now I'm going to make you come," I said as I propped myself up and pushed him flat on the bed. His rigid cock lay flat against his stomach, the handsome purple helmet glistening with the copious cock-drool that flowed steadily from his pouting slit. I reached out with my tongue and tasted it, savoring its salty, slippery wetness. It tasted as before, but there was more of it. "It won't take long," he said. "I'm so horny from making you come that you'll have my load in no time." I was holding his shaft, and felt him thrust his smooth, glossy helmet through my lips. I knew he was too aroused to relax, and I kept my touches light to try to prolong his pleasure. I held his shaft lightly, as it wasn't necessary to hold back the tightly stretched foreskin that now lay inverted behind the head. My tongue caressed the delicate pink tissue ringing the neck of his cock, and Charlie gasped as I worked my tongue into the deep cleft under his helmet. It was wet and slippery from the steady flow of cock-tears that poured from the eye in the front dome of the helmet, and I swallowed several times as I tickled his hot spot. Charlie's cock was vertical, and I ran my tongue around the hard flaring rim, working first around the right side until I reached the sexy upturned rim on top. Then I ran my tongue-tip down the other side, gently caressing the little bumps of nerve endings on its back-face, until I once again lapped at the hot spot under the head. Now I worked my tongue around the deep groove behind the rim, carefully keeping it light to avoid over-exciting him, but I saw Charlie's legs begin to tremble. "Better stop for a minute or you'll pop your load too fast," I explained as I removed my mouth from his swollen prick. I felt it twitch in my hand as I held it, and knew that Charlie was very close to the edge. The tip was deep purple, engorged with lust. "No, don't stop," he pleaded. "I really need to come after I watched you blow your load. It almost hurts." I couldn't deny him, and lowered my mouth to engulf the handsome purple helmet, pausing only to probe the weeping slit before encircling the rim with my lips. My other hand grasped his tight scrotum, now drawn up even more tightly with his excitement. Charlie was breathing heavily, and his stomach muscles began to ripple as I continued to run my lips around the hard swollen head. To my tongue, the surface of his helmet felt as hard and smooth as marble, and I licked inside the deep cleft to hit his gee-string. Charlie's hips lifted off the bed as he thrust his prick deep into my mouth, and I felt the hard pulse in the swollen head as a hot torrent of heavy cream exploded into my mouth. I heard him howl as the orgasm gripped him, and his entire body trembled. The salty taste of his juice filled my mouth, and the odor of chlorine migrated up to my nostrils as he came again with a hard throb of his cock-head. I had to swallow hard to keep from choking. His helpless cries filled the room as his body went into release automatically, beyond his conscious control. I felt each pulse of his shaft in my fingers and the heavy throbs of the swollen helmet against my tongue as the hot salty gushes exploded from his slit to bathe my tongue in their viscosity. I swallowed each gush avidly, drinking his life-juice with gusto. Now I picked up the washcloth I'd earlier filled with ice cubes and pressed it against his scrotum. The thermal shock of the ice-cold terrycloth provoked a spasm that shook his entire body, and he cried out again in mixed surprise and joy as his hot hard head throbbed again in my mouth, releasing another torrent of sperm. Now I sensed that his tip was becoming too sensitive, and I removed my mouth, still keeping my hand wrapped around his shaft and the ice pack pressed against his balls. I watched his orgasm subside slowly, as the jets grew weaker and diminished in quantity. The last feeble gushes were clear lubricating juice, as he'd exhausted his sperm a few seconds before. When his prick stopped seeping I laid it gently down on his stomach and removed the ice pack. I watched him sink into the daze that follows climax, listening to his breathing become more regular as his body relaxed. His eyes were closed, his mind numbed by the intense shockwaves of orgasm and their aftermath. The deep color left his cock-head and it returned to its usual shade of purple. Finally his eyes opened. "That was overwhelming," he said feebly. "I'm all weak from coming."K "I know. It was very intense. I was holding and sucking you, and I felt every throb of your prick." "That ice you put on my balls sent me into seventh heaven. It was like a second orgasm." "Yeah, you shot really hard when I did that. The cream shot right down my throat." "I'm glad I didn't drown you," he said with a grin. "I felt every throb of your hard tip against my tongue," I said. "Thanks," he said simply in reply. We remained quiet for a few more minutes, simply holding hands until I spoke: Want a Martini now?" I asked as I got up from the bed. "I'd love one. I'm glad we both like Martinis." I prepared two drinks, using the glasses from the bathroom. I sat down next to Charlie as he used a piece of tape to hold hid foreskin over the head of his shrunken prick. We both lit cigarettes, as during the 1960s smoking was still common, and inhaled deeply as we drank. The alcohol burned its way down to my stomach and into my bloodstream, right to my brain. I was thinking of the exciting moments that we'd had only a few minutes ago. My prick stirred slightly, stimulated by the erotic memories. I looked avidly at Charlie. The martinis had completely suppressed our inhibitions. Charlie spoke: "I'm really turned on by your dick," he said as he laid his hand on my still soft penis. "I like the way your big helmet shows through that thick skin." Wee stubbed out our cigarettes. "Your touch turns me on," I said. "Anyway, I was already turned on by what we did a few minutes ago." My prick began to swell, and I grasped the end of my foreskin and pulled it out away from my body, feeling the big helmet sliding inside its fleshy shroud. "You're getting hot again, Jack. I don't know how. I'm completely drained." My prick was stiffening, overcoming the relaxing effects of the alcohol and standing up proudly from my pubes. Charlie removed his hand and just stared at my erection. It's fantastic, the way your skin's long enough to cover the head even when you're hard." "I'm turned on by what we just did. I know I blew a heavy load and got drained, but now I need to come again. That sometimes happens to me." Charlie stared at me, eagerly awaiting my next move. "Okay, if you need to blow another load, I'll be glad to watch." He was staring at my erection. "I like the way the head shows so much inside the skin, soft or hard. That's nice to watch." I began sliding my thick foreskin up and down, uncovering about half the head each time, before returning it to full coverage. He slid down the bed and rested his head on my left hip. "Go ahead and watch. My prick loves an audience." I continued stroking myself slowly, building myself up to a high level of excitement. Now I took longer strokes, skinning back behind the rim, before pushing the thick fleshy ring forward to cap the head again. The sensation of the thick fleshy ring snapping over my rim was enthralling. "Wow, you're really hot!" he exclaimed. "Your tip's already turning darker purple." "I just need to shoot," I said. "I can't wait. I have to unload right now, just like you did before." "You really need relief," he said. "Can I help you? I want to feel your dick throb when you shoot." His hand pushed mine away as it closed around my raging prick. His warm fingers tightly encircled my shaft, pumping the skin up and down, adding to my excitement. I felt a deep urgency, and when my muscles began to tighten, I didn't try to relax, didn't try to fight it. His magic fingers were sending me into ecstasy as they snapped the foreskin over my flaring rim. "I love the way you do that," I whispered. "You know what I need, and you're giving it to me." His fingers flew up and down my prick, bringing me closer to the moment of truth. "I love doing it to you. Your dick excites me, even though I'm not getting hard. I just want to make your come." Charlie's long strokes were sending thrills of excitement into my hot hard prick. "Oh, yeah, do it to me, just that way." His strokes were fast and unsubtle, just what I needed for satisfaction right then. I felt the excitement building up in my cock-root as Charlie's other hand reached for a wad of Kleenex from the bedside table. "I want to make you come," he continued. "I want to feel your dick throbbing, I want to see your big tip shooting," he said as he suddenly skinned back my ample foreskin to lock behind the swollen ridge. Now he began bumping the rim, just the way I like it, and then stretching the skin hard on the back stroke. Blood throbbed in my helmet, engorging it until I felt it would burst, and a deep ache filled my entire cock, and ache for release. "I need it, Charlie, I really need it," I whispered as my eyes closed. His fingers flew over my rock-hard shaft, skinning me back tightly to stretch the nerve endings, and then bringing the thick collar of skin up to bump my ridge. I felt the tension building, and a hot urge to pee. I was utterly passive now, absorbing the delicious sensations Charlie was pouring into my body, and my legs began to tremble. My stomach muscles suddenly contracted, and I knew I was on my way. "You're moaning, you're so hot," he observed. I heard myself moaning in the distance, withdrawn as I was from the world around me, mainly aware of Charlie's warm fingers encircling my hot hard cock. The tension was building inside me, and the heavy tingle pervaded my cock-head, until I felt I could take no more. Suddenly, I felt the touch of his hot tongue pressing into the triangular groove under the helmet, sending hot sparks of sensation deep into my gee-string. My world exploded, and the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as the first hot jet burned its way up my shaft to explode from my distended slit. I felt the gentle scrape of the soft paper tissues brushing the front dome of my helmet as Charlie caught my stream, and the sensation triggered another hot spasm. The second surge of hot cream burned its way up my shaft as I cried out again, writhing helplessly as he drew that orgasm from my body. "Do it, do it!" I heard him say in the distance as another convulsion wracked the root of my hard swollen cock, and I felt my slit distend again as the hot stream blasted through it. Charlie was still bumping my rim with the foreskin between hard tugs to the rear, and this heightened my sensations. Another hard spasm contracted my cock-root, expelling another jet as I moaned helplessly, my mind numbed by the intense sensations as my body responded to the intense stimulation. The next jet was weaker, and Charlie must have sensed this, because he stopped bumping my rim and just held the skin back hard, putting tension into its nerve endings. Several still weaker jets erupted from my bare helmet, until the flow settled down to a steady drool and gradually faded. I lay very still, totally dazed. When I finally opened my eyes I saw Charlie staring down at me, a tender look on his face. "That was beautiful," he said. "I'm so glad you let me finish you off." "I'm glad too. That felt wonderful, your hand on my prick, making me cream. It was better than if I'd done it." "I know. That's one reason I wanted to make you come. The other was that I wanted to feel your beautiful dick throbbing again in my hand." He'd laid my softening prick on my stomach, a couple of layers of Kleenex under it to catch the residual drops that still oozed from my slit. "The head still sensitive?" he asked. "No, it's getting back to normal." He now began milking me down, starting where the tube ran behind my balls and working forward along the shaft, expelling the last drops that seeped from my slit and ran down the dome of my helmet into the tissues under it. When he was satisfied that he'd milked me dry, he pulled my thick foreskin forward, watching as it bumped over my rim and ran downhill to enclose the head. Between the Martinis and our orgasms, we were toally sedated. We pulled the covers up around us, feeling the warmth of each other's body as we drifted off to sleep.