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Andy�s LOOONG Foreskin

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By Jackinnm Andy and I had to share a room at the convention that year, as the hotel was fully booked. As it happened, he had a casual attitude toward nudity, because that evening after dinner he stripped down and took a shower, returning from the bathroom without a towel around his waist. I did the same, and we lay on our separate beds on top of the covers to read before going to sleep, completely exposed to each other�s view. I�d seen that Andy�s penis was long and slender, about five inches limp, including the longest foreskin I�d ever seen. His cock hung down in front of his orange bush, the head clearly outlined under the thin fleshy covering, and below the head was two inches of loose thin foreskin, wrinkled and floppy. My penis was thicker, and the foreskin formed an inch long nipple beyond the big helmet. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Andy was fingering his penis as he read, gradually working it up to full seven-inch erection. He was slightly taller than my six feet, and his prick turned out to be longer than mine. �I often do that too,� I remarked as I began tugging gently on the nipple of my hood, stretching the nerve endings and enjoying the subtle friction as my foreskin slid over the glans. �I usually don�t go to orgasm,� he said. �I just like the feeling of slowly stroking my penis. I�ll do that before I go to sleep too. It�s really pleasant to fall asleep hard.� �I do the same,� I added. My penis was now fully hard, giving us the opportunity to compare erections. We both had straight shafts, and the heads had swollen to be very visible through their hoods. My erection was about six and a half inches long, as I was 26 when this happened and there was no pad of middle-aged fat over my pubic bone. The core of my prick had expanded to fill the foreskin completely, and it formed a tight pucker at the end of my glans, sealing it off from the world. Andy�s prick, by contrast, still had about an inch of floppy foreskin ahead of his swollen head. As we both wore wedding rings, I said: �I usually don�t bring myself to orgasm on these trips. I want to save it for my wife when I get home.� Andy smiled as he replied: �I do the same. I just like the nice feeling and I also stretch out my foreskin at the same time.� �You�ve got a really long one. Most guys don�t have as much as you do. I�ve seen guys with skins that pull back when they get hard, so much that you can�t tell if they�ve been cut or not.� �I�m glad I wasn�t cut. I don�t know why I wasn�t cut when I was born, but I was adopted when I was about three, and when my new parents took me to the doctor he said I had way too much skin, and would be better off without it. My stepfather wasn�t cut, and he didn�t let the doctor do it to me.� �My father wasn�t cut, either,� I replied. �Some doctors, when they saw my foreskin, said it was too long, but my folks didn�t ever let them cut me.� �My younger brother was adopted too, and he�d been cut very tightly. I saw that his cock had a thick brown scar ring, and I was glad it hadn�t been done to me.� Andy stretched out his foreskin as far as he could, adding: �I really like this long skin. I get a nice long stroke with it. I�ve stretched it another inch in the last ten years by pulling on it almost every night.� �I enjoy the long strokes, although they�re not as long as you can get,� I replied. �I usually keep the head covered while jacking.� �I do too, and I pinch the end when I come, so that I don�t shoot all over the bed. Anyway, it�s not as much fun when I do it alone. Another guy�s hand would feel really good about now.� This was an obvious invitation, and I moved over to lie beside him on his bed. He let go his penis and I grasped it by the inch of foreskin that sill flopped beyond the end of his glans, tugging on it as I�d seen him do. �When another guy touches mine, it�s so hot that I want to go all the way to orgasm.� Andy�s fingers closed around my shaft, slowly drawing the foreskin back. I rolled the end of his foreskin between two fingers, knowing that this twisting action would stretch its nerve endings and make him hotter. �I want to see the big head you�re hiding under that skin. It�s bigger than mine, and I think a different shape too.� With these words, Andy slid my skin back farther, gradually exposing the swollen purple helmet. I shifted my grip and worked his long fleshy sleeve back, baring a red mushroom that was about the same width as his shaft, roughly an inch and a quarter wide. I pulled harder to reveal the deep groove behind the rim, which was flat and didn�t flare out like mine. �Mine�s about an inch and seven-eighths wide and the same long. I measured it.� �It�s really nice, Jack. I like the way your big rim flares.� Andy pulled my foreskin forward and began a slow pumping rhythm, heightening my excitement. �Want me to do you the same way?� �Exactly, but keep the skin fully forward and pinch the end with your other hand. That�s to keep the jizz in when I come.� Andy was giving me full strokes now, and the rounded dome of my helmet slid out with each back stroke. �I can see you�re getting excited. Your balls are tightening,� I said. My sac was normally tight, and didn�t contract much with arousal. �Yeah, Jack, you�re getting me hot, but I�m not there yet.� I sensed that, because his head still felt spongy through the thin skin. �Turn towards me, Andy, so I can get a better grip.� We turned towards each other, lying on our sides. �That�ll work for me too, because I�m going to put my other hand under the end of your cock to catch the cream.� We continued to stroke each other, relishing the delicious mutual sensations, and our breathing became harder as our arousal mounted. We looked into each other�s eyes, enjoying the profound intimacy of handling each other�s organs of pleasure. �I can tell you�re getting close, Andy. I can feel your tip getting harder under my fingers.� Andy�s jaw had dropped and he was now breathing through his mouth as his scrotum formed a tight ball against his body. The thin supple foreskin slid smoothly over the contours of his mushroom, and his fist was now pumping mine hard. �Your tip�s gotten bigger. You�re close too.� �You�re right,� I said as I saw his eyes roll back in their sockets. I guessed his tip was more sensitive than mine, and that he was on the brink. I slowed my stroking to prolong the deliciously agonizing moment of anticipation and allow myself to catch up to him. His grip on my cock tightened, as he felt himself starting to come and I felt the familiar tingle build up in my glans. His cock throbbed hard in my fingers just as my eyes closed, and he began to grunt. �HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!� I heard the heavy grunts of his orgasm just as my glans exploded in sweet sensation and the first burning stream poured into my urethra. I faintly heard myself crying out helplessly as waves of agonizing sensation washed over me, and the hot ejaculation seared my tube as it gushed from my glans. I felt the rhythmic pounding in his shaft and head as I pumped the long thin foreskin in long and satisfying strokes over it. We were sharing the magic moment, utterly lost in the hot rush of our sensations, shooting our sperm and writhing on the bed. I was aware that I was still pinching the end of his foreskin to contain the stream, and I felt his hood swell between my fingers as it filled with juice. There was a sudden sharp jolt of sensation as the palm of his other hand brushed my glans as he drew my foreskin back to bare the sensitive dome, catching my jets in his hand. We were both moaning loudly, swept away by the intense and exquisite joy in our cocks, tips throbbing and jetting, expelling the hot liquid in spasms of blissful agony. Later, after our cocks had stopped throbbing, I opened my eyes to see his foreskin distended with the fluid he�d shot, and my fingers still pinching the end of his hood. His fist held my foreskin back, and my glans dipped into the pool of creamy liquid in his palm. �WOW! That was hot!� he exclaimed as we began moving carefully, getting up to go to the bathroom without spilling. Andy stood in front of the sink and I released his foreskin, watching as the thick liquid oozed from the end into the sink. I drew his foreskin back, revealing the red tip, which had lost its hardness and was beginning to subside. He turned on the water to wash the white coating away, and held his left hand cupped under the tap to rinse my sperm from his palm. A drop of his cream had leaked onto my fingers and I put my hand under the tap to wash it off, and then cupped my hand to capture some hot water, pouring it over his exposed glans. �This�ll rinse the cream from it,� I said as the hot water flowed over his sensitive tissues. �It�s making me want to pee,� he replied. �Go ahead, Andy. I�ll probably have to pee too, in a minute.� A thin yellow stream jetted from his tight slit, shooting straight into the drain, as I poured more hot water over the head to keep the flow going. I was also feeling the urge, and I squeezed my sphincter to hold back the flow. Andy�s jet slowed to a trickle, and then stopped, with a few residual drops falling from his slit. I squeezed his shaft to force out the last dribbles. �Your turn,� he said as he moved aside, and I aimed my cock into the sink and consciously relaxed my sphincter. My thick yellow stream poured from my distended slit, the hot water washing it down the drain, as Andy watched. �Your slit�s bigger than mine,� he commented. �Mine�s small, and keeps the urine and sperm under a lot of back pressure. When I come, I normally shoot three feet.� �I don�t shoot far, but it sure feels good.� My stream was thinning now, and soon there were only a few drops dribbling from my glans. Andy grasped my cock to milk out the residue, then took my place at the sink to milk his, ensuring that no liquid remained in his urethra. He ran more water over his retracted foreskin as he milked his shaft, and then pulled the long hood fully forward beyond the end of his shrunken penis. I�d already covered my glans, and we returned to bed, feeling very relaxed and satisfied. We weren�t sleepy, and we talked for awhile. �Your skin�s not as long as mine, but it�s thicker. Does your skin stay back when you�re hard?� he asked. �I�d guess with that big tip, it would.� �You�re right. The way my rim flares, the foreskin locks back behind the rim, hard or soft.� I skinned back to show him, and although my glans was shrunken, the foreskin remained back behind it, forming a thick fleshy collar. �Mine�s so long it won�t stay back either way, hard or soft. When I have sex with my wife, her vagina pushes the skin back when I go in, but when I�m on the backstroke, it comes forward to cover the head again.� �Does she like your foreskin?� I asked. �She thinks it�s wonderful, because she�d had sex with a couple of cut guys before I met her. She says the foreskin sliding up over the head makes my penis feel thicker. Then, when I thrust forward, she can feel the head sliding out of the skin.� �Mine goes back too when I go in. I like the start with the head covered, and the lips of her vulva push my foreskin back as my tip slips into her. It locks back, and she enjoys it a lot when I just work the big head in and out. She says it stretches her tissues and gives her a very good feeling.� �My wife has a very sensitive vagina,� Andy added. �She can feel when the head pushes forward out of the skin, and when it slides back in. When I push forward hard, my frenulum pulls the front of the head down, and she tells me she can feel it changing shape inside her. When the head swells even more and becomes harder, just before orgasm, she can feel that too. She says she can even feel when I come, not only the throbs but the jets shooting into her.� We lay next to each other as we were talking, and I was very aware of the warmth of his left thigh against my right one. �Did you ever dock another guy?� I asked. �With that long foreskin it should be a piece of cake.� �Yes, but I know I wouldn�t be able to dock yours. That big tip of yours is too wide for my narrow foreskin. I don�t think it would stretch that far.� As I listened, the memories of a few minutes ago flooded back. �That orgasm with you was intense,� I said. �You started to come first. I think your penis is more sensitive than mine.� �I know mine�s very sensitive. I was trying to hold back so that we�d come together, and I really squeezed yours to make you come with me. I think yours started only a couple of seconds after mine.� Andy�s head was turned towards me, and he was staring deeply into my eyes as he said this. �I remember feeling your throbs in my fingers as you came,� I said. �You were grunting and crying out just like I was.� �It was great feeling your prick throbbing in my hand while I was coming too. Too bad I didn�t see it, though. My eyes go out of focus when I come.� �The same happened to me. My eyes close and I always miss the show. That happens even when I do myself.� As I spoke, I felt Andy�s warm fingers close around the end of my penis, squeezing my glans through my thick fleshy hood. I felt a throb in my cock-root with every queeze. �Thinking about it and talking about it is making me hot again. I usually have only one orgasm a night, but right now I feel like I need another one. I think you need one too, because your cock�s already half hard.� �You�re right. I�m really stimulated. I want to have another orgasm with you.� I began squeezing his glans through the thin hood, knowing that this would send shivers of delight down his shaft. Now my prick was fully hard, and I felt him retract my foreskin as he turned his body towards me on the bed. His erection was also fully established. �Skin me back now,� he pleaded. �I want to feel your hot tip against mine.� I tugged on his skin, peeling it back to uncover the deep red mushroom, and pushed my penis forward so that the tips touched. Feeling his glassy smooth tip sliding against mine as the lips of our slits kissed was very arousing, and both our pricks throbbed at the contact. �Your head feels so good against mine,� I said as I continued to work his mushroom shaped glans around the big dome of my helmet. His fingers held my shaft steady, but he was bucking his hips slightly, pressing his tip harder into my flesh. The gentle friction against our nerve endings made us gasp with delight and breathe more deeply. �Let�s do it differently this time,� Andy suggested. �Let�s not try to come together. I want to have my eyes open and focused so I can watch that big tip spurt. Having my orgasm at the same time would distract me.� �I like that idea. I know I want to see how far you shoot.� �That means you won�t be pinching my skin shut. I�d better get a towel to catch the juices.� He got up, returning from the bathroom with a large towel that he spread on his chest and stomach. �Want to come first?� I asked. �I think it would be better that way. My tip�s so sensitive that I�d probably come while working you up to orgasm.� �That�s fine with me, although I�m sure you know we�ll both be slower the second time around.� I grasped his erection and began sliding the skin slowly, massaging his glans with the thin supple hood. �That feels really nice, Jack. Keep doing it, the way you did me last time.� He lay very still on the bed, happily absorbing the sensations I was pouring into his prick. �I�m going to do more than that,� I replied as the fingers of my other hand closed around his tightening scrotum. �I�m cupping your balls now, and maybe I�ll tug on the skin, if that does anything for you. Then, when I feel you�re ready to come, I�ll skin you back fully so that I can see each jet shoot out of your tip.� �That�s nice, Jack, it feels really nice,� he whispered as I gently encased and kneaded his tight scrotum between the fingers of my left hand. �Now if you can pull my balls down a little, that�ll feel good too. I sometimes do that when I masturbate.� I followed his wish, grasping the thick wrinkled skin of his sac and tugging gently to stretch the nerve endings. I kept stroking his foreskin up and down his glans, making my strokes a little longer each time, so that now the end of his red tip began to appear on each down-stroke. The lips of the small slit were parted with a drop of lubricant, which I spread over the glossy head with the supple hood. �Your penis smells nice, Andy. That lovely man-smell always turns me on a lot.� I was crouching next to him, working his penis, while he maintained a grip on mine. He wasn�t pumping me, though, as he knew I might come too quickly if he did. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the clean and musky fragrance of freshly washed glans and foreskin. �It does me, too,� he answered. �I�ll get a chance to smell yours close-up in a few minutes because I�ll skin you back all the way.� I was now lengthening my strokes to reveal half the head each time, and watching for the color change that would signal imminent orgasm. I was glad that Andy had copious lubrication, because I was planning a surprise for him. �I�m watching your tip getting darker,� I said as I pulled his foreskin all the way back behind his corona. �You�re close, but I don�t want to you come too fast, so I�m going to slow down a little, the way I do to myself when I�m near orgasm.� Now his mushroom head was dark red, and as I stroked the thin hood over it I felt that it had lost its sponginess and was now rock-hard. �That feels soooo gooood,� he whispered as I pulled his foreskin all the way back to bunch behind his rim, bringing it forward to lightly bump the ridge. �I�m sure my tip�s getting darker now.� I pulled his foreskin back harder, tensing the gee-string under the red head and watching as it pulled the nose of his glans down towards his balls. ��I bet that feels good, when I pull on your gee-string to make the head dip.� I kept a solid grip on both his foreskin and scrotum, carefully measuring the pace of the stimulation. �I�m getting a tingle in my rim,� he whispered as his eyes began to glaze and he lost focus. I slowed my pace further, wanting to prolong the moment of delicious anticipation. Andy�s breathing was deeper now, and I sensed he was consciously trying to remain relaxed to prolong the feeling of anticipation, the delicious tingling in his glans that occurs just before orgasm. �I can feel how hot you are,� I said as I continued to bump his rim and make his glans dip on the back-stroke. Although I could no longer feel his glans I knew it was as hard as it would ever get, wet and shiny with his copious lubrication as it glistened in the bedroom�s light. Almost� almost�.� He muttered as his jaw clenched and his breathing turned into a series of soft grunts. A steady stream of lubrication was seeping from his thin slit, running down to coat his hot tip and foreskin, wetting my clasping fingers. �Ready?� I asked as I pulled back hard on his foreskin, stretching the tender frenulum and making his glans distort as it dipped down towards his balls. �HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!� he cried out as the first shock of orgasm gripped him. His cock throbbed hard in my fingers as the first hard thin jet shot from his tip, landing on the towel under his chin. Now that he was into orgasm, I used my surprise. I let go of his scrotum and ran the fingertips of my left hand lightly over his tender tip, watching for the reaction. �OOOWWWWWW!� he cried as the sudden sharp sensations hit him. Accustomed as he was to masturbating with the foreskin between his fingers and his tender, sensitive glans, he was totally unprepared for the explosion of sensation as the ridges of my fingers caressed his naked glans and its many nerve endings. His hips bucked and another thin but powerful stream shot from his slit, landing high as the first one had. �You�re really into it,� I muttered, not sure if he was able to hear me. He was writhing as the torrent of sensations washed over his body, and I kept him skinned tightly back, glans bent under the gee-string�s tension, as he shot again. I felt the powerful throbs in the fingers of both hands. His rock-hard glans was pulsing powerfully as another long string of semen erupted from it, to land in the pool of cream he�d shot onto the towel. He was grunting and gasping helplessly, overwhelmed by the multiple sensations in his throbbing shaft and head, and he shot again, not as far this time. I knew I was draining his tanks, and I stopped caressing his glans because I knew it would suddenly become hyper-sensitive, and touching it would cause distress, not pleasure. �Ohhhhhhh,� he cried as another spasm flowed through his body, ejecting another jet that landed on his stomach. I had stopped bumping his rim, instead keeping his foreskin tightly back, confident that this would produce enough sensation to keep his orgasm going. I felt his prick pulse again, and another string of semen poured from the slit, falling shorter than the last. He�d stopped yelping, and now was merely breathing hard as his orgasm tapered off, and his jets had slowed to dribbles that ran down his glans, soaking my fingers as they maintained the tension on his foreskin and frenulum. I still felt pulses in his shaft, because his cock-root was still in spasm, pumping every last drop from him. I kept my grip until his penis had stopped pulsing, and then let it down to lie on the wet towel. Andy lay perfectly still, in the daze that the after-shock of orgasm produces, his eyes still closed, but his facial muscles relaxing. The heavy chlorine odor of his semen filled the air, and I inhaled deeply, relishing the thought that I�d given him a truly intense orgasm. I also knew that he�d soon be doing the same for me, although for the moment he was only clasping my erection lightly. I waited for him to revive enough to open his eyes and speak. �That was intense,� he whispered when he�d finally recovered. �I think it was more powerful than the first one. What did you do to me?� He�d been apparently so absorbed in the sensations that he was unable to pin-point their exact source. �When you started to come, I massaged your tip with my fingers,� I replied. �That really set you off. Your tip was all red and swollen, and you really drained your tanks.� �I was totally disoriented,� he said. �I was just floating, tumbling in my own little world, and then it felt like my tip exploded.� �I knew that would do it for you. I�d guessed that you always kept your foreskin between your fingers and your tip.� �You�re right. That felt like a sudden hot shock, almost as if you�d run an electric current through my prick.� �Well, you really drained yourself. You were shooting and grunting and moving around, I think you had what they call a full-body orgasm.� �I did. My entire body was in spasm just then. My semen felt like boiling oil shooting through my prick. The way you were pulling back hard on the skin kept my head bent over, and it felt like the head was exploding.� �I know,� I added. �Keeping tension on your skin stretched the nerve endings in the gee-string and where it attaches to the head, right under the slit.� �Looks like you�re ready to go.� Andy had propped himself up on his elbow, and was now looking at my erection. �I guess watching me cream primed your pump.� �Watching and feeling. Both were real turn-ons. Also, don�t forget hearing you come. You were really loud.� �Mind if we use the same towel? I think it can absorb another load.� �No problem. Go ahead. I�m ready when you are.� I lay back and watched him spread the towel over my body. �You can double it up, Andy. I don�t shoot as far as you do.� He did, and then grasped my penis, sliding the foreskin in slow sensual strokes. He began slowly, uncovering only the end of the glans, then slightly more with each back-stroke. I lay quietly, enjoying the delicious sliding sensations o smooth foreskin against smooth hard glans as Andy crouched over me and leaned his head forward to get a close look. �Man, your prick smells nice too,� he said with a satisfied smile. �You�ve been leaking a little, and that adds to the aroma.� At that age, I secreted more lubricant than I do today, and it was coating my glans thoroughly, spread by the foreskin that he kept cycling up and down. �That feels really good,� I said as he kept pulling my foreskin back a little farther with each stroke. Now he bared the twin lobes on the underside of my tip, where the two haves of the corona meet after sweeping down and forward. �Your slit looks like an eye,� he commented. �It opens up when you get hard. I like that. I also like the way the head has those two big bulges underneath. Mine isn�t that big.� He kept stroking me, baring slightly more of my helmet. Now he was uncovering most of the head, and I felt the tight orifice of my foreskin gripping the flaring corona, stretching out under the pull of his fingers. His other hand cupped my balls. �I noticed your balls are tighter than mine, but they tighten even more when you get worked up,� he said. Now his fingers pulled back harder on my foreskin, easing it over the rim, until it snapped down into the deep groove behind the head to form a thick fleshy collar. �Man, you�ve got a nice sexy head on yours,� he exclaimed. �It�s just beautiful the way the ridge flares out. I like that sexy purple color, too.� I lifted my head and saw my naked glans, wet and glistening, as he held my prick up to point towards the ceiling. �Glad you like it,� I said as he lowered his head. His tongue flicked out to tickle my hole. �I just had to taste it,� he explained. �It smells so good, and the taste is out of this world.� He began a steady pumping rhythm, using long strokes, completely encasing the head on the up-stroke, then pulling down hard to bare the big helmet. I felt a mild tickle in my urethra as another drop of lube crawled up my shaft. �That�s so nice, those long strokes,� I said. �I�m already hot from doing you, and you�ll have me shooting my load soon.� �Not too soon, I hope,� he replied. �I want it to last for you too. I can feel how hard and swollen the head is through your thick skin.� He slowed his pace, causing the rush towards orgasm to relent, as I tried to relax every muscle in my body. �Stop stroking the whole head, or you�ll have my load in no time. Just skin me back and bump the rim, like I did to you.� I felt him slide my foreskin all the way off the head, and the cool air on its sensitive surface was relaxing. He began nudging the rim with the foreskin collar, producing a different sensation. �Looks really good. Without the skin and my fingers squeezing the head, it�s really swollen. The rim�s all flared out, and looks really neat.� I felt my glans going into its final swelling as my excitement continued to build, although now at a slower, more controlled pace. Andy blew on my glans, the cool breeze causing me to shiver in delight. �That�s it, Andy, This feels wonderful. It feels like I�m about to come, but I�m not being rushed,� I said through clenched teeth. Despite my efforts, I felt my entire body tensing with excitement. �I think your head�s gotten darker. You�re getting closer.� He was right. My glans was filled with blood, aching for the hot release of orgasm. I felt him pull back harder on my foreskin. �I think you don�t have a thick gee-string like mine. The head�s not going down when I pull back hard on the skin. Mine tips over even with a light pull.� His fingers brought the thick skin collar up again to brush against my hard, swollen corona. �The tension on the skin when you pull back hard feels good anyway, Andy. You�re stretching the nerve endings.� Andy was now following a slow rhythm, tugging down on my scrotum as he pulled back on my foreskin, and releasing the tension when he pushed my foreskin up against my rim. The familiar tickling sensation began in my corona, and I knew that it would become a hot tingle within seconds �My cock feels so hard�..� I whispered, every word a conscious effort. I felt myself slipping away to the point where mindless sensations would take over my consciousness, and my body would react by reflex. �It is hard, Jack. Just hang in there. Do you feel your rim tingling yet? Mine was tingling when you did this to me. I�ll try to keep you at the peak as long as I can. Then when you start to come, I�ll massage that hard helmet until you beg for mercy.� His slow, insistent caresses were driving me inexorably to the brink, and I knew I was about to lose control because of the hot tingle in my rim. I felt a large drop of lube ooze up my tube, and distend the lips of my orifice. Andy�s finger touched the tip of my glans, spreading the viscous liquid in small circles around the orifice. �Ohhhh,� I groaned as I felt the sensations build up in my straining prick. My eyes closed, and I knew I�d tumble over the edge any second. Andy squeezed my shaft, pushing the skin forward to roll over my rim, then snapped it back hard, producing a sudden jolt of sensation that unleashed my climax. �You�re there!� he exclaimed as I cried out helplessly at the first hot spasm that wrenched my cock-root. My cock-head exploded with sensation as a thick burning jet boiled up my urethra, erupting from my tip, and my hips bucked with the frenzy of orgasm. I was grunting in hot, rhythmic passion as the full force of the orgasm hit me, overwhelming conscious thought and sending me into an agonized rapture. �You�re really shooting�. Hard�� A few of his words came through the waterfall of sensation as I felt his fingers close around my throbbing glans, sending a hot electric shock stabbing deeply into my prick. I cried out again as another hot jet shot up my shaft, slamming through the lips of my slit. My glans was throbbing, a hot globe at the end of my pulsing shaft, filled with sensation. I felt another hard contraction in my cock-root as another ejaculation of hot liquid forced its way up my prick. I was moaning, mindlessly and helplessly, as I felt Andy�s fingers running around the back face of my rim, totally exposed to his gaze and touch as he held my fleshy sleeve tightly retracted along my shaft. His fingertips teased the nerve endings in my swollen, throbbing rim, sending hot sparks through the entire head. The hot agony of orgasm held me in its grip, and I yelped again as yet another thick stream rushed up my tube, searing the tender nerve endings. I don�t remember it ending, only that I was still, breathing heavily, but returning to full consciousness and aware of the residual pulses in my prick. I heard Andy�s voice clearly now: �You�re just seeping now. You shot a hell of a load, but it�s only the last few drops dribbling. He still held my penis upright, gently keeping the skin back so that he could watch my glans oozing its last drops. �Ooooh, that was gooood,� I whispered weakly. My heartbeat and breathing were slowing, and I opened my eyes. �I know. I had a front row seat,� he replied. �It was a real thrill watching you shoot as I felt your prick throbbing. That big purple tip of yours unloaded a lot of spunk. One almost hit me in the eye.� I felt my erection slowly subsiding, Andy�s fingers gently holding it as he began slipping my foreskin forward over the rim. He laid my prick down on the towel, and I felt its roughness against the dome of my glans, which was still exposed. �Your fingertips on my helmet�.� My voice trailed off. �I felt every throb in my fingertips. Your tip was so hot, and rock-hard. Your eyes were closed, but I saw it all. It was so dark and purple, and the jets were creamy white. They were thick, but they didn�t shoot as far as mine.� �Your jets were hot and fast, Andy. That�s why your wife can feel them inside her. Your cream really blasts out of you.� I felt my hardness subsiding now, and I saw that Andy�s cock was half-hard, although he�d come totally only a couple of minutes ago. Noting my look, he spoke: �Making you come was so exciting I was beginning to get hard again. I know I can�t come again tonight, but maybe tomorrow?� We did.