We currently have stories with more being added every day

Cock Worshippers, Part III

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 09 Aug 2003 0 comments
0 likes views Category: Tags:

Cock Worshippers, Part III by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)We awoke during the early afternoon, well rested but our erections proved that we were still stimulated by that morning's activity. Fred's fingers tenderly closed around my straight shaft, gently drawing the long foreskin back from my purple helmet. Mine measured six inches from pubic bone to the end of the glans, and slightly more if you counted the foreskin pucker, which was now pulled back enough to expose my pee-hole. Fred's was about seven inches, with a slight upward curve that gave it a graceful appearance. "Man, I love that big head of yours," he said as he pulled my foreskin fully forward. "It's so nice to slide the skin back slowly and watch it come out." As he spoke, he pushed my hood back from the head, working it slowly to let me feel the gradual stretching of the nerve endings in my sheath. I sighed deeply as I grasped the end of his foreskin, rolling it slowly between thumb and forefinger to produce a pleasant twisting action. Fred's prick looked like a smoothly tapered worm, the skin lighter in color than mine, gradually tapering to a thick pucker that totally concealed the small glans. "I could worship your prick forever," I said as I began sliding the thick hood back, and now the rounded dome of his tip protruded, parted by a thin slit at the very end. I knew he had a helmet-shaped glans, a miniature version of mine, pink and sensitive. Like mine, it became darker when he was close to orgasm, changing from pink to deep purple. I slid the skin back farther to bring the rim into view, noting that his corona had the same sexy upward curve as mine, but smaller, rising only about an eighth of an inch above the neck of his shaft. The heavy foreskin formed a thick roll behind the rim as I held it in place, and when I released it the hood slid quickly forward to engulf the head again. "Our pricks are different, but so much alike," he continued. "Mine's a little longer, but yours has that beautiful big head on it." "Yours has that cute little slit at the end," I contributed to the discussion. We enjoyed comparing cocks, and commenting on the differences, because the sex talk excited us as much as the mutual touching. "Your slit has a nice teardrop shape when you get hard. That's cute too." Fred touched the tip of my wet glans with a finger, gently caressing the sensitive nerve endings. "It's so smooth, like mine." I partly retracted his hood again. A drop of clear fluid parted the thin lips of his slit, and I dipped a fingertip in it, spreading it around the slit in small circles. "Yours is very smooth too," I said. "Especially when you leak that lube." Fred's slit secreted another drop, and I peeled his hood back farther and worked the lubricant into the sensitive tissues to give him pleasurable sensations. His cock twitched in my hand. I leaned over to inhale his rich masculine fragrance, the musky odor of natural cock, wet glans and foreskin releasing the aroma into the air. "I love the way yours smells," I said. Fred worked his body around to smell the glans his fingers were uncovering, and I touched the tip of his helmet with my tongue. Then I massaged his naked glans with my fingers, making his cock jerk hard. "Wow! That feels soooo good," he whispered as I continued to work my fingertips around the wet glans. "Let me do the same to you." "Do it to me, I love the feel of your warm fingers on my cock." Fred reached for the bottle of Astroglide on the bedside table. "I'd better give you a little lube first," he said. "You don't have as much as I do." He skinned my foreskin back halfway and wet the round front dome of my helmet with a few drops of lubricant, working the foreskin up and down to spread it evenly. I gasped at the smooth sensations that flowed into my prick, enjoying the silky sliding action of the hood over the head. "That's really nice. You know just what to do." As his fingers continued to slide my foreskin delicately, creating new sensations with every stroke, I pulled his sheath back fully and ran my fingertip around the wet rim of his head. Now Fred exerted more traction on my penis, until the thick ring of skin rode over my rim and snapped down into the deep groove behind it. "I love the way your skin stays back behind the head," he said. "That big rim locks it in place. Mine just slides forward when you let go." I was holding his hood back firmly, fingers locked around the thick fleshy collar to keep his helmet fully exposed to my touch. "You've really got low hangers. Mine's more or less tight. Yours only gets tight when you're ready to come." I felt his hard cock throb in my hand as I spoke. My fingers caressed his glans, working around the rim, then pressing into the hot spot under the head where his gee-string connected. "I think that looks neat," he replied. "Yours are always in place, tight against your body, instead of being floppy like mine." Fred's fingers traced the outlines of my swollen glans, lovingly caressing the many nerve endings. "I like those little bumps around your rim. I know they're very sensitive because that's where the nerve endings are." "Yes, they're very sensitive," I replied. "That light fingertip touch really does something for me." "I love the smell of your helmet and foreskin. That turns me on so much. It's a real man smell." "Fred, my bladder's full. I guess it filled up again while we were sleeping." I felt the pressure inside me, adding to the tension I already was experiencing, and knew it would heighten my sensations if Fred kept stimulating me. "Mine is too," he replied. "It feels really good. Must be from all the coffee we drank this morning." "Want to pee first, or should we go for the gold?" I felt that Fred would want to reach orgasm before emptying his bladder. We both knew that full bladders enhanced our excitement, and we enjoyed the aftermath as well, sensually emptying our bladders and flushing the residue of semen from our plumbing. "I want to make you come first. This morning I really enjoyed watching that big head of yours turn deep purple just before it spewed. You were really shooting, big-time." I was ready for another orgasm, and my bladder could wait. "Then we'd better get a couple of towels. I don't want to change the sheets again." I retrieved two towels from the bathroom and returned to sit facing him on the queen size bed. His magnificent dick was pointing up towards my face, skin fully forward, hiding the delicious purple morsel of his glans. "You lie down, Jack. This time I'm going to do you first. I want to watch the beautiful helmet shooting its loads, just like this morning." I obeyed, letting him grasp my hot hard cock shaft with his left hand to steady it, and then spreading a towel around the base. Now his fingertips began massaging the nerve endings in my glans, sending messages of joy deep into my shaft. "It won't take long, Fred. You've got my pump primed and ready to go." "I can tell that. Your tip's so big and swollen that I know you're hot." Fred's fingertips ran erotically around my corona as he spoke, his sensual touch inflaming the nerve endings, and I felt a deep throb in my groin. I kept a grip on his cock, because touching it excited me, but I was careful to stroke him very slowly, barely sliding the thick hood over the head. Now he spoke again: "Your helmet's getting harder, really swollen. It's darker now. You're even dripping some juice." His fingertips spread the drop of lubricant seeping from my meatus around the dome in small circles, as I'd done to him only minutes ago, and I felt my excitement rising. Fred was getting vicarious enjoyment from stroking my cock, because as my eyes closed I felt his hard prick throb in my hand. "Just let yourself go, Jack. You're safe in my hands. Just let it happen while I stroke the come out of your big helmet." Fred knew his words inevitably added to my excitement, and he was intent on talking me through my orgasm. His fingers gave me a sharp tickling feeling wherever they touched my glans, and Fred knew it. "I love to keep you skinned back so that I can watch that big head getting darker, and then I can watch it shoot. You're almost there, Jack, and I can feel it from the way your head's rock hard." His fingers glided smoothly across the broad upper surface of my helmet as he spoke, and I felt the tickle change to a hot tingle. "Your cock's hard and swollen now Jack. Any second and it'll start spitting at me." I was moaning uncontrollably now, feeling the sensations in my engorged glans come to a peak as Fred continued to massage the many nerve endings in its surface. My crotch muscles tightened, and I felt my legs begin trembling. Fred noticed it too: "Your legs are trembling. "Your tip's going to start throbbing now." As he spoke, I felt a surge of sensation ripping through my glans and shaft, shooting down to my cock-root, and I cried out helplessly as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard myself grunt in the distance as the first hot blast burned its way up my tube. "Your tip's shooting!" I heard him shout as he continued to caress my throbbing glans to bring another fiery jet erupting from my tip. I was swept away by the rush of sensation, mindlessly grunting and moaning as my glans and shaft throbbed convulsively. The hot tingle in my glans and the burning sensation of my jets rushing up my urethra dominated my consciousness, and made time stop for me. "That's three!" he shouted as another burning gush poured up my tube and out of my distended slit. I was truly helpless in his hands, consumed by the frenzy of my orgasm, floating in the nebulous world of hot sensations. I felt my cock-root convulse again, and again, and suddenly my helmet became super-sensitive. Fred must have sensed this, because he stopped caressing it, letting my orgasm fade as the sensations dimmed. I lay very still, paralyzed by the after-shock of orgasm, as my breathing returned to normal and my mind cleared. "You really came that time. I didn't know you had that much juice left in you, after this morning." Now the sedation of my afterglow crept over me, and I felt very listless. When I opened my eyes I saw Fed, who leaned down to kiss me lightly on my lips. I realized that my fingers were still closed around his erection, and I squeezed his penis affectionately. "That was beautiful," I said feebly. "You really sent me into orbit." I felt Fred lovingly slide my foreskin forward over my shrinking glans. "I love to stroke a guy's cock and watch him come," he said. "I like to feel his cock throb, then watch the cream shoot out, and I know I'm giving him a really hot thrill. The odor of the cream is just delicious." He kissed me again, and helped me sit up. Shaking off my daze, I pushed him down onto the mattress. "Now it's your turn, Fred. You just gave me a really hot thrill, and now I'm going to give you one." His penis was vertical, clamped in place by my tightly encircling fingers. I moved the loose skin back, completely baring the small purple helmet. "You just lie there like I did. I'm going to send you into orbit." I knew that my words had the same erotic effect on him that his words had had on me, and I was returning the favor. "Yeah, stroke me now, Jack. It won't take long. I'm so hot from watching and feeling you come." Fred was flat on his back, legs slightly spread, ready for the intense stimulation that would force his orgasm. I saw that his sac had already drawn up tightly, hugging his balls close to his body. "Your balls are tight, so I know you won't take long, not with your full bladder. Now I'm going to do you a little differently." I began working my fingertips around his heavily lubricated glans, knowing that the thick film of lubricant was masking the sensations somewhat. The heat of his glans sent the delicious odor of his juice into the air, and I inhaled deeply. I pulled down hard on his shaft skin, stretching the thick gee-string under the head and watching the small purple helmet dip down towards his toes as his glans was exposed down to the groove behind it. Fred's body shuddered at the sudden sharp stretching sensation in his frenulum, and I rubbed the upper surface of his glans with my thumb. "Now I'm going to hit your hot spot," I said as I pressed my index finger into the triangular groove under the head, putting pressure on his tightly stretched gee-string. I heard Fred gasp, and his body shuddered again. "Your tip's really dark, like mine was before I came. It's rock hard, too. Just let it happen, Fred. It's inevitable." My fingers danced over the hard congested glans, and I could see the tension build in his body, as it had in mine minutes ago. "Your legs are twitching, your stomach muscles are really tight," I commented as I saw his eyes close. Fred was moaning now, helpless in the grip of powerful sensations. "Now to make you cream," I said as I leaned over his rock-hard prick. As I kept the skin tightly back, my lips closed over the turgid glans, and I twisted my head. Fred's penis jerked hard as my tongue caressed his hard tip and savored the rich flavor of his natural lubricant. Now my lips locked behind his rim, pressing into the groove that I had cleared of foreskin, and I let my teeth scrape the sensitive head. Fred's agonized howl filled the air as his penis jerked hard in my hand, the glans throbbing against my tongue as the first needle jet splashed against my tongue. He cried out helpless as the second hard jet shot into the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily as his third jet pumped into my mouth. I felt his body straining as I leaned over him, as his hips bucked and he thrust his tapered pole deeper into my mouth. His glans was like a hot smooth marble, hard and throbbing, as he howled again in joyous agony. I wasn't counting his jets, just enjoying the beauty of his cock spurting uncontrollably into my mouth, and savoring the delicious flavor of his cream. Now I felt his jets weakening, and I knew that any moment his glans would become hyper-sensitive, as mine had before. I removed my mouth and just maintained my grip on his shaft, holding the skin back to keep his taut frenulum fully stretched because I knew this would send delicious sensations into his straining prick without over-stimulating him. I saw that his glans was just dribbling, a few drops distending the slit as they eased their way through the lips. His eyes were still closed as he began to relax, stunned by the after-shock of his orgasm. I licked lightly at the end of his glans, catching a couple of drops, then worked down his shaft to pick up the rest of the precious juice. He was still very sensitive, and each delicate touch of my tongue made his softening prick twitch. I released his penis as his erection continued to soften, and watched his thick foreskin spring upward to conceal the precious helmet. "I loved feeling you come in my mouth," I said. "Your tight slit shot those jets at high pressure." "It was like having three orgasms," he said weakly as he forced his eyes open. "First, you skinned me back so hard I thought something was going to tear, and that set me off. When you wrapped your lips around my groove, it was like a second one. Then when you scraped your teeth on my tip, it was like a jolt of electricity, and my whole body felt it. You really drained me, man." "I felt your tip throbbing against my tongue," I said. "Each time it throbbed, it spit another load into my mouth." "Now I think I really have to pee." Fred's cock was relaxing as he spoke, and I knew that once the congestion in his prostate subsided, he wouldn't be able to control his sphincter, and I helped him to his feet. "Let's get in the shower, Fred. That way, we won't make a mess. We're both going to pee a lot." Once in the shower, Fred restrained my hand as I reached for the tap. "Let's not have the hot water. That'll bring it on too fast. Let me dock you so that I can feel your stream in my foreskin." As my penis was soft, and the glans soft and shrunken, I knew he'd be able to dock it inside his narrow sleeve of skin. We stood facing each other, and as I skinned back to reveal my helmet, Fred stretched his foreskin out with the fingers of both hands, easily slipping it over the entire length of my glans, where it snapped into the groove behind the rim and locked there. The end of his thick sheath contracted behind my glans, holding it tightly against his. The warmth of his tightly gripping foreskin, and the gentle pressure and slight friction made my cock-root twitch, the prelude to my discharge. I felt my sphincter relax and the gush of hot fluid raced up my tube to bathe his glans, rinsing away the accumulated cream and lubricant. The warm rush of fluid around my helmet accelerated my flow. His tight foreskin began to bulge under the pressure, and yellow fluid began to leak from the fleshy ring that tightly encircled the neck of my penis. Now I was in full flow, and a ragged yellow stream poured from where our cocks were connected, dropping to the floor of the shower. "That hot piss is doing something to me," he said as a look of bliss came over his face. Although he was still partly swollen, the rush of hot urine swirling around his glans provoked the reflex that forced his sphincter to relax. Our tips were pressed tightly together inside the constricting fleshy sleeve and I felt the hard jet of his stream strike the front of my glans, producing a sharp tickle that intensified as his flow increased. I gasped with pleasure, and felt Fred's arm encircle my waist. "This is really something," he said. "This is the first time I ever peed while docked with a guy, and I'm glad it's you." I'd never had that experience either, and was enjoying it to the fullest as his hot jet collided with my stream and swirled around my glans from front dome to corona. We stood close together, enjoying the mutually exciting feeling of draining ourselves while rinsing away the products of our orgasms. When we'd finished, I pulled back slightly and felt the sudden constriction as the tight forward edge of his foreskin popped over my rim, and then slid down the taper of my glans to release it completely. He spoke again: "Man, that big rim of yours really held my skin locked behind it. Your skin would have slipped right off mine unless you held it." Now our pricks were limp and dangling in front of us, the last drops of pee dripping down onto the shower floor. Fred reached between my legs to press a finger into my urethra behind my balls, milking me thoroughly, and I did the same for him, skinning him back to allow the residue to flow freely without being trapped in his tight hood. I turned on the water and we rinsed ourselves, paying special attention to our foreskins, pulling each back to bare the glans to the water flow. When we were completely rinsed, I turned off the water and we dried ourselves. "Feel like a drink?" I asked as we walked out of the bathroom. "Yeah, I would, a martini just the way you drink it." I led the way to the kitchen and mixed our gin martinis, with olives, and we sat in the comfortable padded chairs I had around my table. We sipped and I felt the warmth of the martini flowing downward through my body. "Drinking alcohol almost makes me want to pee again, but I know I'm empty," he said. I was feeling a similar sensation as the alcohol in my bloodstream hit my bladder and prostate, and I slumped in my chair, legs splayed out in front of me. Almost automatically, my hand fell to my lap and I began pulling on my foreskin nipple, feeling my penis begin to respond. "Looks like you're still horny," he remarked. "It's been a few minutes since you came. Maybe you're ready for another one." "I am, Fred. Doing you, and what we did in the shower, just turns me on. You're really a very sexy guy." Now my penis was hard, and I began drawing the hood back slowly, alternating between pulling it forward and pushing it back slightly farther each time. "I want to watch this," he said. "Going to go all the way?" He was quick to judge the degree of my arousal, and the irresistible impulse that drove me to stroke my penis. I needed another release, and the feeling of urgency increased as I continued stroking. "Can you get me a couple of paper towels?" I asked. "I want to catch the come and not get it into my hairs." Fred jumped up and quickly returned with three paper towels folded together. "Man, I'm going to have a front row seat while you jack yourself. I did it to you several times, but I never saw you do it alone. I know I'm going to enjoy this." My fingers continued to stroke my foreskin up and down the turgid helmet, which was already hard and glossy. "Okay, I'll put on a show for you. I enjoy it more when you're watching." I felt a slight tickle in my cock-root as a drop of lubricant began crawling up my tube. A drop of lubricant appeared to fill my teardrop, and I scooped it up with the next upward stroke of my hood. "I usually stroke my foreskin until I'm very close," I explained, enjoying the audience. "Then I pull back hard to stretch the nerve endings in the skin." Fred watched avidly, leaning closer as my excitement mounted. "Your head's really hard now, and it's gotten darker. I think you'll be popping any second. I'm really enjoying this." "Not that quick, but soon," I replied as I drew the foreskin back hard along my shaft, exposing the neck and stretching the nerve endings in the skin. My thin gee-string was stretched all the way, barely making the front of my helmet dip towards my toes. Now I began lightly bumping my engorged rim with short strokes of my tight foreskin collar, sending shocks of sensation into the base of my glans. "That foreskin's really tight around the neck, stretched back that way," he observed. "It's like a tourniquet, making the head fill up even more." "Yeah, my head's really swollen now, and I need to come," I answered as my eyes began to close. The towels were on my stomach, and I knew I'd pour my cream onto them when I discharged. I kept bumping the base of my glans with my thick fleshy collar, feeling the sensations mount in my penis, and then I felt the first warning tingle in the glans. I stopped for a moment, and resumed after a few seconds. "Your tip's leaking juice now," I heard Fred say. "You're really turned on." I felt the tingle in my glans intensify, and now a tickling sensation in my prostate told me that I was on the edge. Now I was breathing hard, aware only of the beautiful feelings in my penis, and anticipating the moment of explosive release. My straining glans ached for relief. I felt myself going over the edge slowly. The tickle in my prostate got hotter, and the tingle in my cock-head turned into a fiery ache. My attention was completely centered in my nether region as the wave of sensation built to a climax. I felt a drop of hot fluid start up my urethra, and I stopped stroking to prolong the moment of anticipation, just keeping the skin stretched tightly back. My cock-root throbbed lightly, and throbbed again. This was it, and I bumped my corona to trigger the magic moment. The first rush of hot juice flooded my urethra, rushing upward to the end, and I heard myself crying out in relief as the feeling of joyful agony filled me. My legs were in spasm and my stomach muscles contracted as the first jet slammed through the lips of my hole and continued into space. "Beautiful," Fred said in the distance as another jet coursed through my urethra and shot from the distended lips of my meatus. I was now bumping my rim hard with the thick foreskin collar, seeking more sensations, totally focused on my orgasm. My fingers spasmodically flicked my foreskin forward over the flaring rim, compressing the nerve endings and triggering another hot jolt in my cock-root. More sperm poured out of me, and I remembered hoping that it would all fall onto the paper towels. I couldn't see because my eyes were clenched shut, and I was totally withdrawn from the outside world, aware only of the hot sensations that consumed me. My hips bucked as another fiery gush shot up my tube, rounding te upward curve in my urethra where it reached the glans, burning like hot lava. I was moaning helplessly, enraptured by the thrilling sensations, my feelings intensified by the knowledge that Fred was watching me explode. "Damn! You're really shooting," I heard him say as another geyser erupted from my swollen glans. The next spasm was weaker, and the following one was just a dribble as my orgasm ran its course. My glans became hyper-sensitive, and I had to stop stroking, just keeping the skin pulled tightly back. Now slight throbs filled my cock-root, trickling a few drops into my tube, and I knew I was coming down off the high. I released my penis, feeling the scrape of the paper towels on my glans and my penis fell back onto my stomach. I was exhausted, totally spent, dazed by the hot rush of sensations. I lay still for a minute or two or three, sitting at an angle in my chair, legs still spread in front of me, arms dangling over the sides, until I felt strong enough to open my eyes. I was still feeling the dying throbs in my cock-root when Fred leaned over to kiss me tenderly on the lips. "That was a beautiful sight," he said. "I love to see your prick, and worship it. I was right here when you shot, and watching the jets shooting from your tip gave me a thrill. That big tip of yours was so purple and swollen I thought it would explode." I saw that Fred was fingering his penis, which was fully swollen. "Looks like you're ready for one yourself," I commented as I watched him grasp the puckered end of his foreskin and pull it sharply outward, away from his body. "Man, you don't know what watching you did to me. I shot two loads today, and seeing you stroking your beautiful prick made me hot again because I like to see how your prick works. I loved to see you doing yourself, and now you can watch me." Fred lay back in his chair, legs outspread, in the same position I'd assumed for my self-stimulation. I got up and brought him a couple of paper towels, placing them on his stomach. "I'm going to enjoy watching you do yourself. Bet your life!" Fred was about to put on a show for me, and I was very interested. "I'm going to do it a different way," he explained. "You enjoyed skinning back, but I'm going to keep mine all the way forward all the time. Anyway, it always goes forward again if I don't hold it back." His fingers closed around his hard, upward curving shaft and he began sliding his ample foreskin up and down, never uncovering the head, but pulling out as far as possible before reversing his stroke. "Now I'm going to twist it with each stroke," he added. "Remember how good you made me feel when you rolled my dick between your palms? That twisting action feels better than just going up and down." Now he twisted his fist clockwise with each upward stroke, turning it the other way on the reverse stroke. "Are you going to skin back at all when you come?" I asked. "No, I'm just going to shoot into my skin," he replied. "If I skinned back, I don't know how far I'd shoot, but I'd miss the paper and it would go all over the place. The skin'll slow it down." Fred's nimble fingers moved faster on his engorged hardness, rapidly twisting his foreskin on each stroke, and I could see his body tense. His foreskin was so thick that there was no outline of the small head visible, unlike mine which bulged with the contours of my glans even without erection. "You look really hot," I said. "Your toes are curling now. I don't think you'll be able to hold off much longer." "I don't want to. I need to blow my load right now." His hand was a blur, sliding the long thick hood over his hot little tip, twisting on each upward stroke, and I knew his glans must be rock-hard under its hood. Filled with blood, its nerve endings would be very sensitive, the hard surface resisting the friction of the smoothly sliding skin. "Any second now. Your balls are really tight." Fred's scrotum was a tight fleshy mound against his perineum, too tight to jiggle as he stroked his penis. "I know. I'm getting that hot tingle in my tip," he said as he closed his eyes. His long tight foreskin flew up and down as he stroked it, and I knew Fred had passed the point where he could exercise conscious control over his strokes. His jaw was clenched, and his legs began to tremble. He began to grunt as the sensations overtook him, and I knew he was right on the edge. "Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" His loud grunts filled the room as his entire body shuddered with the first spasm. There was no tell-tale ejaculation because his long tight foreskin trapped his hard jet, but I could see his stomach muscles contracting in time with the pulses in his cock-root. His hips bucked, but the second jet didn't erupt either. Instead, a large white drop oozed from the pucker at the end of his foreskin. He seemed to tighten his grip as he twisted his foreskin around the head, and now a steady dribble of cream seeped from the thick foreskin pucker, running down over his clenched fingers as the frenzy of his orgasm swept through his body. The chlorine odor of his fresh cream filled the air as he continued pumping and twisting his foreskin, bringing forth more slow gushes that ran down from his pucker. His face had turned red, and his entire body seemed to be in spasm as the wild shocks of orgasm shot through him. I didn't say anything, knowing from my experience that he was now totally oblivious to anything except the fiery sensations of his orgasm. The hard throbs in his penis and cock-root had captured all of his attention, and he was lost to the world. I saw him start to slow his strokes, and I knew he was almost drained. Suddenly he stopped, because his penis had suddenly become too sensitive, and as he relaxed the pressure of his encircling fingers, a heavy gush of cream poured from the end of his foreskin onto his hand and the paper towels beneath. He was dazed and shattered by the overwhelming biological shock of his climax, and now he was very still as his breathing returned to normal. His body slumped, and his hand fell away from his penis, letting it flop down into the pool of thick white liquid that had gathered on the paper towels. I reflected that I was very grateful that Fred had shared this intimate moment with me, letting me watch as he'd brought himself to the height of pleasure. Sharing these experiences had cemented our relationship because we'd bonded profoundly, two men with nothing to hide, willing and even eager to expose our inner beings to each other. I saw him open his eyes and I leaned over to kiss him, relishing the contact of his soft ripe lips against mine. He put an arm around me, hugging me close to him, and whispered in my ear: "I loved that, loved knowing that you were here for me while I was stroking, here while I creamed." His tender words hit me hard, and I put my arms around him, clutching him to me.