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An Evening With Charlie

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By Jack I'd met Charlie over 20 years ago through Phil, a mutual friend, and it didn't take long for us to decide we had similar tastes. We were exactly the same age, 39, and fairly experienced in sexual matters. That was why we'd met as part of a loose network of guys who shared the same outlook and preferences, specifically, that mutual jacking and other forms of play were preferable to many other types of sexual expression. In those relatively carefree days, I had not yet heard the expression "safe sex," and merely did a lot of solo and mutual jacking just because I enjoyed it more than almost anything else. That didn't mean that I was totally constricted in my sexual tastes; I occasionally tried other things for variety. Charlie welcomed me when I rang his bell, and ushered me into the living room, where he offered me a beer. Like me, he was an avid beer drinker, and soon we were enjoying the brew and discussing our mutual friends. He sat next to me on the couch, and I felt the warmth of his thigh through the fabric of our clothing. It wasn't long before we had conspicuous bulges running down our pants legs. "Looks like you're as ready as I am," he remarked. I nodded, and he led me into the bedroom, where we doffed our clothes. I saw that Charlie and I had similar builds, medium, and we were both about six feet. He wore his hair in a crew cut, which contrasted with my brushed back look. Charlie's cock was circumcised, with a pink bell-shaped head in front of a thick, jagged scar ring. Bell-shaped cock-heads are less common than mushrooms and helmets, and are very attractive because of their symmetry. The bell shape begins with a big rounded dome at the front, just like my helmet. Instead of tapering out, the bell-shaped head continues straight back to a high flaring ridge that comes almost straight down to meet in a weld line underneath. The helmet's ridge, by comparison, sweeps forward at about 45 degrees under the cock. Like mine, Charlie's cock-head had a large, teardrop shaped cum hole, and it looked very sexy. Charlie was staring hungrily at my thick uncut cock, with its fleshy hood tapering over the bulging glans and forming a long nipple in front of it. I reacted to his stare, my cock-head swelling under its thick covering. "Phil told me they didn't do you," he said, obviously referring to my uncut state. "I always envied guys who had their hoods. Mine was cut off when I had my tonsils out at five. The doctor wanted to collect a few extra dollars, I guess." He sighed and continued: "Sometimes, I put on a condom, close my eyes, and pretend it's a foreskin, but I always know it isn't." Now we were only a couple of feet apart, and Charlie reached for my prick, grasping it by the nipple. He rolled it back and forth between his fingers, and the tickling feeling this produced in my glans gave me a full erection. His cock was swelling too, even though I hadn't yet touched it. We lay on the bed in a "69" position, which gave us a full view of each other's equipment. We each had slightly less than seven inches, which would change in later years as fat pads built up over our pubic bones. He grasped my prick in his fist, steadying it while he inspected it closely. I felt Charlie's tongue probe into my foreskin nipple, then insinuate itself farther to touch the cum-hole. The warm contact of his tongue against my swollen glans made me shudder, and I felt a drop of fluid begin to crawl up my urethra. He took his mouth away momentarily to say; "Yours has a real nice, clean man smell. I just love that smell." Charlie's cock smelled and tasted bland, typical of the circumcised version. A slight male odor wafted up from his balls, and I inhaled this, enjoying the aroma as I licked the broad upper surface of his bell-shaped head with my tongue. I took the head completely in my mouth, sucking hard to give him a good sensation. I held the base of his prick in my hand and squeezed hard, slowing the return flow of blood and making the head swell even more. I removed my mouth to look at it. I saw that a drop of clear fluid had filled Charlie's teardrop. I delicately picked up his cock by its big, bulging glans and licked off the drop, enjoying its thick viscosity and salty taste, knowing that by now he was tasting mine. Then I ran my tongue around his flaring rim, following it down to the seam under the head. I felt Charlie tug gently on my hood, retracting it step by step, a fraction of an inch at a time, which felt very good. I was glad that Charlie knew that skinning it back stage by stage was the sexiest way to do it, because of the slow and repeated stretches on the sensitive serve endings. The long hood slid back over the well-lubricated cock-head, and when Charlie gave a final tug, it rode over my high ridge and snapped down into the deep groove behind the head. "Hey, you've got a teardrop at the end just like me," he exclaimed. "You've got a really nice cock-head, and I'll enjoy sucking it." His warm lips wrapped around my turgid glans, and I felt his tongue probe at my teardrop, then drop underneath to explore the triangular groove under the head. The tip of his tongue worked its way up behind my ridge, caressing the groove and the roll of foreskin that lay within it. He spoke again: "I'd sure love to feel that long foreskin of yours wrapped around my cock-head," he said, "but your tip's so big mine wouldn't fit underneath." "Well, one way we could do it is that you make me cum first, then my cock'll go soft and you'll have room to work the head in," I suggested. "I'm almost there, anyway, with the tongue action you've been giving me." Charlie responded by giving my prick a few quick pumps, pulling my foreskin up over the head, then stripping it back behind the groove. He locked the fingers of his other hand at the base of my shaft, and I felt my cock-tip swelling even more, becoming warmer and more sensitive. The rhythmic compression of the nerve endings in my rim gave me a tingly feeling, and I knew I'd be cumming within seconds. My cock-root throbbed, and I felt a surge of pre-cum crawling up my tube, then Charlie wrapped his warm lips around the head and sucked the pre-cum right out of me. With his lips on the front of my swollen glans, he pumped my foreskin hard against the ridge, crushing the nerve endings, and I felt myself going over the edge. I was helpless in Charlie's hands as he brought my prick to cumming, and the first hot jet rushed up my tube and into his mouth. I let go of his prick, unable to think of anything except the overwhelmingly beautiful sensations in my throbbing cock, and I cried out helplessly as the orgasm paralyzed my mind. My cock-head felt hot, Charlie's mouth felt hot, and each gush of cum-juice was hot enough to give me a burning feeling as it rushed toward the tip. I felt Charlie sucking hard on my tip, drawing each drop out, and my cock-root convulsed again as I shot another gush. After a few more spasms, it was over, and I felt my body relax. My tip was extremely sensitive, and I pulled away from Charlie's mouth. Charlie had swallowed every drop. As I returned to normal, my prick began deflating, and Charlie grasped my foreskin and pulled its opening wide. Satisfied that he could fit his large, shapely head inside, he shifted position on the bed until our cocks were literally tip to tip. He stretched the opening of my hood again, and slowly slid the dome of his bell inside it. There was now plenty of room, and I felt his glans slide easily farther inside, well lubricated by my cum. Now he clamped his fingers around the end of my foreskin, locking it inside the groove behind his ridge. I didn't have my own excitement to distract me, and I concentrated on the sensations of another man's cock-head inside my hood. Charlie's tip stretched my foreskin, and it felt very warm against my glans. He began thrusting slowly, gently, and I savored every sensation, every subtle feeling, as I felt his swollen cock-head sliding inside my foreskin. I clamped my fingers around the base of his cock again to make him swell even more, and heard him sigh. I was looking right into his eyes as they closed, and I knew he was on the brink. I could almost feel him withdrawing deep inside himself as the sensations rose in his cock-tip, and he began sliding down the sharp slope towards the brink. Suddenly, I felt his glans throb hard against mine, and a hot gush erupted from the hole and spread all over my cock-head, mixing with the residue of my discharge. Another jet filled my foreskin, and I felt it wash over my glans, seeping back to my ridge. Another load erupted from Charlie's tip, this time filling the groove behind my rim. Charlie groaned in delight, and I felt his body shudder against mine, as the orgasm transported him to the pinnacle of sensation. I knew that this time, it was as much psychological as physical, because he was having his climax inside a warm, living foreskin, not an inert and inanimate condom. Charlie gasped, his chest heaved, and another gush erupted from his hot tip onto mine. It was weaker than before, and I felt his orgasm slow as his glans throbbed against mine. Now it was over, and his cock began to shrivel, and I saw thick ropes of cum seep from under my hood, running onto the bed because we'd forgotten to spread a towel. However, Charlie got up, and I helped him strip the bed and put on a new bottom sheet. After another beer, we fell into a deep sleep.