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Charlie: Two weeks later

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by Jackinnm Shortly after the convention, I got another opportunity to play with Charlie's beautiful prick. Two weeks after the convention I saw him again, as we'd exchanged business cards and brochures and my company needed some of what his company supplied. When he phoned to say that he'd be in town three days to make his presentation and answer technical questions, I told him he could stay with me and that I'd pick him up at the airport. He arrived the day before the first meeting, and on the way home from the airport we had ample opportunity to talk. "I've got some really good news for you, Jack. While I was away at the convention my wife's sister Margie came to stay for a couple of days. Remember I was worried that if the baby was a boy she'd want him circumcised?" "Yeah, I remember. The baby's not due yet, is he?" "No, he's not for another month. Anyway, Margie got married a couple of months back. I never met her husband, but my wife told me what she had to say. The guy's uncut, just like you, and I mean just like you. Margie and my wife are pretty close and discuss all sorts of things, and Margie told her what sex with an uncut guy with a big foreskin was like. They'd both had sex only with cut guys before they'd gotten married, and Marge told her that George's skin's really long and thick. From the description, I think his skin's just like yours, or maybe even bigger." "How did she like it?" I asked. "She loved it. She said it felt so good to slide that long thick skin up and down the core of his hard dick, and when he slipped it into her, the skin just pulled back and made a ring behind the head. She said that ring was thicker than the shaft or head, and felt really good sliding in and out of her. She also said that if they have any kids, and it's a boy, she's not going to have him clipped. She wouldn't want to ruin things for the kid's wife or girlfriend." "Did that change your wife's mind, then?" "Oh, you bet it did. She didn't take me seriously, but hearing it from her own sister convinced her for sure. Now it's definite: if our kid's a boy, he's going to keep his skin, whether it's short like mine or long like yours." "That's really good news," I said as I pulled into my driveway. "I'm really glad to hear it." I helped Charlie carry his cases into the house, and asked him if he wanted the spare bedroom. "No, I'll be glad to sleep with you, and do other things," he replied. "We shared the same bed at the hotel, and anyway it'll save you having to wash a second set of sheets." We went out for a light dinner, and when we returned it was dark. We went into my bedroom and he took one side of the double bed and I the other. It took only a couple of minutes, during which we watched each other avidly, until we were totally bare. "You're still using the tape," I commented. He held the end of his short foreskin closed over the end of the head, with a short strip of surgical tape. The end of his prick was wet, and I'd noticed a large wet spot on his boxers before he'd dropped them to the floor. "I'm still using it," he said. "I think keeping the head completely covered keeps it wet and sensitive. My skin's so short it would be halfway back without the tape." He peeled the tape from the end of his foreskin and it slid back, revealing a glistening purple helmet that looked exactly like mine. "It's really wet," I noted. "You juice a lot more than I do." "That's because all during supper I kept thinking of what we'd do when we got back here." "I was thinking about it too, but I don't have as much juice as you," I said as I walked around the bed to face him. I reached out to trace small circles around the exposed front dome of his wet and slippery cock cap. I felt it jerk against my finger, and a moment later he squeezed my big helmet through the foreskin with his thumb and forefinger. "When my wife told me what Margie had told her about George's cock, I was thinking of yours." Both our cocks were swelling rapidly, partly because of the stimulation, and partly because we'd both been anticipating this evening's contact. "I love to see that big wet purple helmet of yours," I said as I inhaled deeply. The aroma of his wet tip and foreskin was almost intoxicating. "I love the smell, too." "I want to see yours too," he said as his fingers nimbly stripped my long tight hood back from the head. "I really love that flaring rim. It's just like mine." Charlie's prick was rock-hard now, the short foreskin skinned tightly back from the head and lying flat and inverted along his shaft, exposing the deep groove behind the rim. "Yeah, your rim's like mine, and I'd like to get my tongue into the groove behind it," I said as I slid my wet forefinger around his flaring rim. "Your rim's high enough to lock back your long skin," he said as he jiggled the thick fleshy collar around the neck of my prick, sending delicious sensations shooting down my shaft. "You're so wet�." I commented as he turned to face me squarely and pressed the slippery dome of his helmet against mine. He ran his cock-head in circles around mine, the smooth friction exciting us both. "Taste me�." He whispered urgently as he sat on the bed. His face was flushed, an obvious sign of his extreme excitement. I sat next to him and gently pushed him flat as my head moved towards his hard, excited prick. I traced small circles around his slit with the tip of my tongue, savoring the delicious salty fluid that seeped from the orifice, and then work down to the deep triangular groove under the helmet, where I tickled his gee-string. Charlie gasped in shock and delight at the sharp sensations. I paused to speak: "You're really hot tonight. You're ready to pop any second." "I haven't had an orgasm since I found out I'd be making this trip a week ago. I haven't even stroked myself in the shower. I've got over a week's worth waiting to unload." I felt the heat from his engorged prick against my lips as I prepared to excite him further. "Aaaahhhhh." He groaned as my tongue drilled into his pouting slit, searching for more thick viscous liquid. Now that he'd told me he was primed for immediate orgasm, I was merciless. I didn't intend for him to relax, but wanted to bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible to give him the relief he craved. I felt his hot hard glans throb against my tongue as I continued to drill his shapely pouting pee-hole. Now I opened my mouth slightly and slid my lips down the length of his long helmet, making him shudder at the sharp sensations. As his foreskin was drawn tightly back, this left ample room for my lips to lock behind his flaring ridge, working on the nerve endings in the neck of his cock. I also tugged at his tight scrotum, adding to the stimulation and bringing him to the edge of orgasm. His helmet hardened against my tongue, and I drew back slightly and whipped it sideways against his slit. His moans filled the room, and I knew without looking that his eyes had closed as the sensations overwhelmed him and he slipped away from full consciousness. His blood-filled helmet felt hot against my tongue as I twisted my head and engulfed it down to the neck. Now I withdrew, scraping my teeth lightly against the engorged flesh, provoking a loud cry of joyful agony from him as he tumbled into the abyss of orgasm. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, as his hot hard helmet throbbed against my tongue, sending a thick gush of salty cream towards the back of my throat. His body shuddered as the thick fluid coated my membranes, bathing them with delicious flavor as the aroma of his chlorine-scented sperm traveled up my throat to fill my nostrils. I squeezed his shaft as it throbbed again, releasing another thick blast of sperm into my waiting mouth. I swallowed hard, and rotated my head on his prick, my lips giving him delicious sideways friction against his rim while the rough top side of my tongue caressed the top surface of his throbbing head. He moaned again and a third torrent of thick cream filled my mouth, making me swallow hard to avoid gagging. He was writhing is passion, and his hips lunged upward, thrusting his prick deeply into my mouth. I felt another hard throb from his swollen helmet against my tongue, preceding by an instant a fourth release of sperm that shot into the back of my throat. The next throb was weaker, and I felt his orgasm had almost run its course, although he was still moaning loudly in mindless sensation. I removed my mouth, but held his shaft skin tightly back to keep the many nerve endings stretched. I still gripped his ball sac, keeping it taut, adding to his delight. I saw his pouting, teardrop shaped slit in front of my eyes, still seeping thick fluid, and I delicately lapped at it, carefully keeping the contact light to avoid over-stimulating his super-sensitive nerve endings. His moans changed to gasps as he caught his breath, and his spasms weakened as his orgasm ended. "Ohhhh." Charlie was still moaning as he began to relax. His breathing slowed, but his moans changed to purrs of satisfaction. "That orgasm really hit you hard," I said. "You were really into it." "Oh, yeah, I was really popping," he replied. His prick now lay on his stomach, slowly softening, the big head losing its dark dolor and reverting to a medium purple. Mine was still rock-hard, and I remembered that during Charlie's orgasm, the bared head had touched the sheet, the harsh scraping against the delicate tissues almost triggering my orgasm. "I was really turned on by your blast," I said. "I almost came doing it to you." He lay inert for another minute, slowly returning to fll consciousness. He then propped himself up on his elbow, looking avidly at my erection. "Looks like you really need relief," he commented as he rolled over and grasped my rock-hard prick by the shaft to hold it upright. "Look at how dark the head is." His grip around my shaft tightened, holding the skin back until it was taut and the deep purple head stood out proudly above it, glistening in the soft light and aching with tension. I had no thought of trying to relax as I craved the merciful release of orgasm. "Yeah, I'm really hot," I said as his lips closed around my straining, blood-filled helmet. I felt the pulses of my heartbeat pumping through my shaft and bloated head, like hot jolts that fueled my fire. His lips tightened around my rim, and then wrapped around the deep groove behind it, hitting the tender nerve endings and sending me into an upward spiral of sensation. His fist clamped the base of my shaft, trapping the blood by constricting the veins, and when his teeth scraped down my helmet, my insides exploded. A sharp contraction gripped my cock-root and my eyes closed as the first hot jet poured into my tube, racing upward to the head. I felt the lips of my pouting slit distend further as the hot torrent slammed through them, erupting into his eager mouth. I heard myself crying out in the distance as my consciousness dimmed and my body became a mass of sensation. I felt him grasp my ball sac with his other hand, tugging it away from my body, stretching the nerve-rich tissues, provoking another hot spasm that tortured me with its intensity. The thick jet seared its way up my tube, making me cry out again, gushing from my hot throbbing tip into Charlie's waiting mouth. His tongue pressed into the underside of my helmet, seeking the gee-string and triggering another spasm that made me howl in joyful agony. His fist held my shaft skin back hard as his lips caressed the turgid, swollen rim of my straining helmet, and this made my cock-root tighten again to release another torrent. His fist brought my foreskin up to bump my rim, and yet another hot gush of sperm gushed up my throbbing prick. Now the head suddenly became too sensitive, and I cried out sharply. I felt Charlie remove his lips from the overly-sensitive helmet, as his fist dragged the foreskin back sharply. Another hot jet poured up my tube, but not as powerfully, as my orgasm was tapering off and my sensations were diminishing. My cock-root pulsed weakly several more times, and I felt the spermy drool seeping from the lips of my orifice. His tongue touched my slit lightly, lapping at the seepage, until I was totally still and no longer oozing. We turned toward each other and embraced, eager to be as close to each other as we could. Our cocks, trapped between our stomachs, still seeped residue that had been deep inside their shafts as they softened. We lay that way for several minutes, until I was revived enough to suggest taking a shower. We walked slowly to the bathroom and stepping into the shower stall. The rush of hot water stimulated us, and we were laughing senselessly with the joy of having shared our hot, intense orgasms, and the pleasure of having given each other such profound relief. Our cocks were almost limp now, but both helmets were naked because our foreskins were still locked behind our ridges. The hot water sluicing over their delicate nerve endings had its effect. "I've got to pee," he said. I saw the thick yellow stream flowing down from his helmet, and I grasped his shaft to elevate the head so that I could study it better. His slit was fully distended, almost round with the volume of the fluid that forced itself through it. I felt an urge creeping over me, the result of a full bladder and softened erection. I aimed his stream right at my helmet, and it was as hot as the water, splashing over the head and stimulating me further. I relaxed my muscles and felt my urgent stream pouring down my shaft as Charlie reached for it, clasping it gently by the head. "Your hole's oval, almost round," he said as we both studied my distended slit. I lifted his prick again and now our helmets were together, undersides touching, shooting their streams into the air between us. We stayed that way until we were drained, enjoying the strong sensations of releasing our fluids. "Your hole's as wide as mine," I commented as we sprayed the last drops into the air. "Ever measure it?" I asked. "No, I never did," he replied. "I know it's pretty big. How about you? You ever measure yours?" "I did last year. I've got a set of drill rods, and I lubed my slit and pushed the ends into the hole. The biggest one I could squeeze in without discomfort was .311" I think. I was careful because I didn't want to tear the hole or hurt myself." Now we'd exhausted ourselves, and Charlie slipped a finger under my balls to milk my tube. He worked his way down along my shaft and we watched the last drops seeping from my slit. I did the same for him, gently milking the residue from his shaft and head, and then pulling his sort foreskin down as far as it would go, covering half the head. Charlie's nimble fingers grasped the thick fleshy collar locked behind my rim and snapped it over the flaring ridge, where it slid downward to cover the entire helmet and form a tight nipple ahead of it. We shut off the water and dried each other, lovingly running the towel over each other's bodies. "That was fast," he said as we lay down on the bed again. I couldn't hold back. I just needed to come. You came fast too. I guess you were ready for it, after doing me." "Remember you said you hadn't come for a week? Well, when I got your call I held off too. I was as full as you were. I really needed to drain myself." "So that's why," he said with a laugh. "I thought it was just because I was so exciting." "That too," I countered. "You really are a hot guy. Feeling your prick throb made me hot too. When you touched me, I was a goner." "You're hot too, Jack. Full of cream as I was, you made me come faster." He gave my prick a playful squeeze as he spoke. I turned toward him again and hugged him to me supremely glad that he was there with me, happy at what we'd shared. "I think we should get some rest now. Then in an hour or two, we can have another go at it." We weren't sleepy, for some reason, probably because we were still excited and eager at the prospect of another orgasm, and we talked about the impending contract and the presentation that he'd put on tomorrow. Charlie snuggled closer to me as we spoke, and I felt the warmth of his body against my side. The excitement that flowed from his body insinuated itself into mine, and I knew we were still not totally fulfilled. Then he said: "I just love your dick! I want it now!" His head dropped to my lap as his warm fingers closed quickly around my shrunken prick, clasping it firmly to stabilize it. I felt Charlie's tongue stab into my foreskin's nipple, searching for the slit deep inside. His thick tongue-tip stretched the orifice of my tight nipple, sending messages of delight into its many nerve ending, and then probed farther, seeking the pee slit. His tongue-tip teased my rapidly pouting orifice and then probed deeper inside my hood, caressing my engorging helmet. Ripples of sensation flooded my hood and bulb, making me quiver as my prick swelled to full attention. "I love your prick too," I responded, closing my fingers around it as I swiveled into a "69" position with him. His penis was already swelling, and as I clasped it I felt it harden and saw his short foreskin quickly retreat behind his flaring crown, leaving the beautiful purple helmet fully bared to my gaze and touch. I lapped at his slit as I felt his tongue slip under my helmet to caress the hot spot underneath. The taste of his copious lubricant spread on my tongue's receptors, letting me savor its thick viscosity and salty flavor as his tongue pressed into the triangular groove under my head where the two halves of my rim met in a thin weld line. My prick jerked at the contact, and his tongue-tip pressed deeply into the canyon, compressing and caressing the tender tissues of my gee-string and making me moan. His thick tongue was stretching my foreskin as it pried its folds apart, and my moans became louder. I let my tongue slip under the bottom curves of his helmet, touching the tender gee-string and tickling it to make him groan. His foreskin was all the way back, leaving the shapely head exposed right down to the groove behind the sexy upturned rim, and I ran my tongue around the groove, stroking its delicate nerve endings and those in the back-face of his corona. More clear fluid poured from his now distended slit, which pouted in an attractive teardrop shape as it seeped pure cock-honey onto my tongue. "We're both hot as pistols," he said as he paused for a moment. "We need relief right now," he observed accurately. I felt his fingers tighten on my shaft as he stripped my long hood downward to expose my helmet right down to the groove. His tongue circled my flaring rim, and then pressed into the groove behind it, lapping at the sensitive nerve endings. We were both fully hard, shafts rigid and helmets distended, eager for another orgasm. "I'm going to make you come now," I said as I removed my mouth and placed the palm of my other hand flat on the round dome of his swollen tip. "You need it more than I do." I began moving it in circles, spreading the thick lubricant over the front of the purple helmet, provoking more discharges of fluid. My fist tightened on his hard shaft, tensing the already drawn-back skin to stretch the nerve endings to their fullest as I tugged momentarily on his contracted scrotum. Charlie's body went rigid at this sudden sensory overload, and he let go of my cock and lay flat on the bed, arms and legs spread as the hot feelings filled him with joy. I had him fully in my power now because he wasn't interested in prolonging the stimulation, only in attaining the exquisite joy of release, and he willingly let me work on his lovely prick in eager anticipation of the sensory explosion. His body tensed, and he was now helpless in my hands as I resumed massaging the front of his turgid tip in circular motions, knowing that this would send him rushing up the slope to total fulfillment. Charlie was moaning loudly now, totally absorbed in the delightful tingling sensations in his tip, and his legs began to tremble with the tension. His stomach muscles rippled as his entire body tightened under the compelling stimulation. I looked at his face and saw his eyes close as he withdrew into himself, his entire consciousness focused on the massive tickling sensations that filled his hard swollen helmet. "Your tip's turning darker," I commented as his fists clenched and the flaring rim of his helmet turned almost black. I felt the sudden sharp throb in his shaft as the first heavy discharge squirted against my palm, and heard him cry out in pure joy as the heavy mind-numbing sensations filled his straining cock. The swollen head hammered against my hand. A thick film of heavy cream poured between his swollen front dome and my caressing palm, and now I closed my fingers around the swollen cap, caressing the thick flaring rim and adding to his sensations. I twisted my hand to bring forth another heavy discharge and I smelled the chlorine-like odor of his sperm as it oozed between my encircling fingers. His helpless cries became louder as the full force of the orgasm whipped his body, and his prick throbbed again as he let go another heavy gush of cream. His helmet pulsed against my palm again, and I felt the throb in his rim as another thick torrent of hot fluid poured from his distended orifice. His hips bucked, thrusting the length of his straining prick through my fingers, and a white jet arced high into the air to fall back onto his stomach. I stopped caressing the throbbing helmet because I knew that it would become hyper-sensitive any moment, and I watched as his orgasm played itself out. The next jet was weaker, although he screamed as it erupted from his pouting orifice, and the next one simply oozed from the beautifully shaped teardrop at the end of the dark purple helmet. The odor of his chlorine filled the air and I inhaled deeply. His throbbing tip glistened wetly as it continued to seep fluid that gradually became clearer as his sperm tanks emptied themselves. He began to relax, and his cries subsided to groans as he came down off the high that had gripped him. I still held his shaft upright because I wanted to see every drop that oozed from his orifice, and at one point I lapped at it with my tongue to taste it again. I loosened my grip around his shaft to let some of the blood flow out of his penis, and I saw the head revert to its normal medium purple color. The area around his slit lightened to pinkish-purple as his helmet softened. The shaft lost its extreme rigidity as his body relaxed, and soon he lay inert on the bed, shattered by the heavy shock waves of sensation that had tortured his body moments before. Pools of cream lay on his stomach, flowing into his pubic hair. It took him several minutes to recover, during which I stared at his body with admiration as his prick softened and went limp on his stomach. Delicately, I eased the short foreskin forward until it covered half the head, the farthest it would go. I milked his shaft, forcing the residual drops from his orifice, which was now a thin slit that parted slightly with each drop. I wiped away the fluid with my finger, bringing it to my mouth to taste the nectar, savoring every drop of his delicious wetness. Simply tasting him fueled my fire. My prick was still rock-hard, although neither of us had touched it for a couple of minutes. The sight, feel, and sounds of Charlie's explosive excitement had aroused me almost to the point of no return, and I was eager for him to caress me to orgasm. Finally, he opened his eyes and turned toward me. "Want me to do the same thing to you?" he asked. "I know your tip's more sensitive than mine, especially at the end, because it's always covered with skin. Sure it won't be too much for you?" "Oh, no, nothing you do will be too much," I replied. "Just do what you want. I'm so hot I'll pop any time." His warm fingers closed around my shaft, placing tension on the already drawn back foreskin, pulling the thick fleshy collar away from my thick rim until it lay flat and inverted on my shaft, because Charlie knew firsthand that the tension on its nerve endings was super-exciting. I lay back to enjoy the sensations, my prick's helmet already tingling with anticipation. "You look like you're almost there," he said. "Your tip's hot and hard, and already darker than normal. Even the skin around your hole's purple now," he added as his palm descended on my dome. I felt a sharp stab of sensation as the ridged skin of his palm began massaging the front of my helmet, sending ripples of fire down my shaft. My eyes closed almost at once under the flood of sensations, and I forgot to relax as the overpowering tingles poured into my helmet. "I can feel how hard your tip is," he said as he continued to move his palm in circles around my pouting orifice, sending shock waves of sensation into my tender flesh. My helmet tingled with anticipation as the feelings mounted, and my body became rigid with tension. The muscles in my legs tightened up so much that they began to tremble as I moaned with excitement. "I think you're on the edge," he commented as he kept my shaft skin tightly drawn back, and I felt his fingertips exploring the contours of my flaring rim before pressing into the deep groove behind it to trigger my storm. I saw a red flash in front of my eyes as my cock-root contracted sharply, releasing a hot torrent that seared its way up my prick before exploding against his palm. My cock-root pulsed again as I cried out helplessly, totally lost in my sensations as another gush erupted into Charlie's hand. I felt his fingertip press sharply into the cavity under the head, massaging my gee-string and sending more thrills down my shaft. "Your tip's really throbbing now," he muttered as he twisted his fingers around the tortured head, bringing forth another convulsion deep inside me and a heavy spout against his warm hand. "Your tip feels so hot," he said as I shot again, the fiery torrent burning its way through my distended orifice as the head throbbed against his hand. His other fist had clamped tightly around the base of my shaft to compress the veins as I screamed helplessly, overwhelmed by desire as he continued to shock my system with powerful sensations. I felt my eyes flooding with tears as the orgasm overwhelmed me, and I didn't understand his next comment because my mind was numbed with the heavy shocks of my orgasm. I was aware that he was no longer massaging my helmet, and the next moment I felt a hot rush as it became super-sensitive. He maintained his grip on the base of my shaft, keeping up the tension on my tightly-stretched foreskin, and another jet poured from my throbbing tip. The sensations slowly faded, and the contractions in my cock-root became weaker and slower, until I felt only a steady seepage as the last drops oozed from my slit. I lay inert a long time, unable to move and almost unable to think, as I recovered from the daze that followed the release. "That was beautiful," I heard him say just before I opened my eyes. "I really enjoyed watching and feeling you come. That big head of yours was so swollen�." He trailed off. "Watching those long streams of hot cream shooting from your dick as inspiring," he added. I felt his lips brushing tenderly against mine, and I inhaled his breath as he kissed me lightly. I reached up and pulled him down on top of me, feeling his stomach against mine, trapping my softening prick as I hugged him to me. We lay together like that for several minutes, until he pushed himself up and began to milk my cock to expel the residue, lapping it up with his tongue as it seeped from my slit. He licked around the entire head, from the slit to the rim, and even the deep groove behind it, before pulling my ample foreskin forward to encase the helmet fully. "I wish I had skin as long as yours," he said wistfully as he slipped my hood into place. "I really love your long foreskin, the way it covers the precious head." Now he pulled me up by the hand and led me into the bathroom, where we let the hot water rinse the products of our exertions from our bodies. Charlie lovingly stripped my foreskin back until it locked behind the high, flaring rim of my helmet and let the water flush the sticky residue from my cock. He held the skin back tightly to remove all the wrinkles, making sure my prick was squeaky clean inside and out. I grasped his, easily peeling back his short hood, to flush him as well. We stood bare-headed under the hot water until the spray had its effect. I felt a slight pulse in the bottom side of his shaft and quickly turned his prick up so that the head and its slit were looking right at me, and I saw the lips distend with his thick yellow stream just as my surge began. Charlie lifted my prick to enjoy the view as our twin streams gushed and mixed between us, splashing down onto our feet before swirling down the drain. "That was really hot," I said as we dried ourselves. "That's why I came so fast when you went to work on my prick. I was already hot from making you come, and feeling your hot prick throbbing in my hands. Feeling your palm on my tip sent me over the edge. I couldn't even think of holding back." "Same here, Jack. I really needed another come. I just had to feel your hands on me." "I know. I felt you getting hard while I was just touching you, and your tip turned dark so quickly." We crawled into bed, totally exhausted, certain that we could not sustain another orgasm that night, and as we fell asleep in each other's arms I thought that we'd probably be hot again in the morning.