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Ken and Paul by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Ken and I had recently had two hot sex sessions together, but before I left for his house that Saturday he phoned to ask me if I’d mind having a third guy, his friend Paul, join us. I had no objection, and told him so. When I arrived Ken opened the door, staying behind it so as not to be seen from the street. I knew this meant he was already naked, and I stepped in quickly as he shut the door behind me. He introduced me to Paul, who was also naked and sitting on the living room couch, but who stood up to greet me. Paul was our age, mid-forties, but unlike us he was balding, his brown hair forming a thick fringe around his head. Like me, he wore glasses, and like Ken and myself, his eyes were brown. We were all about the same height, a bit over six feet, but Paul was stockier than Ken and myself. My eyes dropped to his crotch, where I saw a four-inch penis arcing down over his big sac. I noted with delight that Paul was also uncut, but his thin foreskin was shorter than Ken’s or mine, covering only about three-quarters of the head. The contours of his head were clearly visible through the thin skin, and I could see that he was a helmet-head, just like Ken and me. “Let’s get into the bathroom,” Ken urged. “I guess you took a shower before coming over, Jack, but another one would be fun.” As we trooped into the bathroom, Ken explained that he’d met Paul only the week before, and that this was the first time Paul had been here. Last week they’d had a very enjoyable episode of “Princeton,” thigh-fucking, at Paul’s apartment. Ken’s large Jacuzzi bathtub and shower enclosure was large enough for the three of us to fit comfortably, and once we were inside, Ken turned on the water, which came hissing out in a wide spray. I’d drunk a lot of coffee that morning, and I told Ken the hot water sluicing over my dick was giving me the urge to pee. “Good, Jack. Just let it go. We can show Paul something he might not have seen before. His skin doesn’t have a nipple like ours.” Ken reached down to grasp the nipple of my long foreskin, pinching it shut, as I relaxed my sphincter. Ken turned to address Paul. “See, Jack and I have foreskins a lot longer than yours. Watch what happens now.” We all watched as my foreskin began to swell as the stream poured from the end of my glans, filling it and stretching it out like a balloon. “Hey, that’s cool,” exclaimed Paul as he watched my hood distend. Then Ken relaxed his grip and a thick yellow gush poured from the puckered end of my foreskin, splashing them both. “Sorry about that, Paul,” Ken said. No problem, Ken,” Paul replied. “The water will just rinse it off me, anyway.” Ken’s thumb and index finger tightened on my foreskin nipple again, shutting off the flow and making my foreskin expand again. When Ken released his grip, another gush sprayed our legs again. Ken repeated the cycle several more times until I had no more urine to drain, then released my foreskin. Our cocks had begun to erect during this episode, and we were all half-hard. “My turn,” Ken said. “Want to pinch my nipple like I did Jack’s?” he asked Paul. Paul’s thumb and forefinger grasped Ken’s foreskin nipple firmly, and we watched it distend as Ken let go his stream. The skin bulged outward, masking the contours of his glans, then Paul let go to release Ken’s thick gush. Like mine, it sprayed over our legs, and then Paul pinched the skin once more. I reached over to pull down gently on Ken’s sac, as I knew from the previous time that this enhanced his sensations. “I think you’ve got the hang of it, Paul,” I said. “You let it expand, then let go just as it’s getting uncomfortable.” At that moment, Paul released the end of Ken’s hood again, and another heavy flow gushed from the puckered nipple. A few more times, and Ken was empty. We both skinned back to rinse our cock-heads. Now Ken turned to me. “Paul’s never seen my water jet gizmo,” Ken explained to me. He took the spray nozzle off its wall mount and directed it to Paul’s crotch, while picking up Paul’s penis and turning it up so that the end faced the spray. He brought the spray closer and the stinging needles of hot water played on the exposed dome of Paul’s glans. “How’s that feel?” he asked Paul. “Oh, great,” Paul said as the hot needles stung the end of his penis. “That’s getting’ me hard fast.” I could see Paul’s excitement rising as the tiny high-pressure jets stimulated him, and as his cock lengthened I saw the protective skin draw back, revealing a beautifully shaped helmet as big as mine. Like mine, it was pinkish purple at the front, darkening to deep purple around the rim. Now with full erection the foreskin had drawn back fully, stretched back tightly along his shaft, and I saw that his ridge flared out from the shaft, with a sexy re-curve that appeared sculptured. I noted that Paul’s cock was about the same length as Ken’s, somewhat over six inches, compared to mine which was exactly six hard. Like me, Paul’s prick had a large vein clearly visible on the right side. His shaft was slightly wider than mine, but also flatter, and had a graceful upward curve. “Paul’s got the perfect prick for this,” Ken explained to me. “Even when he’s soft, the spray can hit the end of his tip because it’s not covered. That gets him going, and in no time the skin’s drawn back and I can hit the whole head with the needle jets. You or I would have to skin back a bit first.” “Want me to pull on your balls?” I asked Paul. He nodded, and I reached down and tugged gently on his sac, drawing it down, then to the left, the right, to stretch the nerve endings in the skin and heighten his sensations. At first, it hung loosely, but quickly began to tighten against his body as his excitement rose. Finally, it was tight against his crotch, and I let go. Ken and I had attained full erections now, excited by the sight of Paul’s arousal and knowing what the water jets must feel like on his naked glans. Our foreskins still covered our heads even with full erection, and Ken commented on this: “Paul’s cock almost looks cut now, because his skin lies back along his shaft. The head’s as sensitive as ours, though, and we’ll see how it reacts to the spray.” The hot stinging water needles continued to work their magic on Paul’s naked glans, and we watched it turn darker. The sharp-edged rim was a deep burgundy, and flared out magnificently as his cock became excited by the intense stimulation. His large scrotal sac had contracted with the excitement. “Makes me feel like I have to pee,” Paul muttered as Ken continued to direct the high-speed jets at Paul’s straining glans. The tiny jets were hitting the lips of his long slit, parting them, and some jets shot down his hole, stimulating the interior of his urethra as they’d done to mine the previous time. His tip was fully swollen now, at the stage just before orgasm, gleaming in the soft light. “You know that urge to pee just means your orgasm’s getting close,” Ken told him. “Just relax and let me bring you to it.” “Feels like I really have to pee,” whispered Paul, and I knew that he was on the brink of release. I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist when I saw his eyes close, knowing that if we left him unsupported, his knees would buckle when the orgasm hit. “Don’t worry, Paul, I’ve got you,” I reassured him. “Just let yourself go and relax.” My hard prick was pressed upright against the cleft of his buttocks. Ken moved the spray nozzle closer and played it on the underside of Paul’s engorged glans, hitting the hot spot we all knew would heighten Paul’s sensations. Then he moved it to spray directly at Paul’s prominent corona, up one side, crossing over the top of the helmet, then down the other side, as Paul’s body began to jerk in my arms. His buttocks slammed back against my abdomen as he let out a loud cry of mixed pleasure and agony, telling us he was on his way. Looking over his shoulder I saw a thick white jet spurt from his straining glans, lashing out to hit the wall. Paul suddenly became heavier in my arms, but I was prepared for this because I knew his knees were buckling in response to the waves of sensation flowing from his glans back into his body. Paul cried out again as his penis spewed another thick jet into the air. I felt my foreskin sliding back as Paul’s body writhed against my penis, and the underside of my glans rubbed against his flesh. “He’s really into it, Ken,” I said, unnecessarily, for Ken had a front-row seat as he continued to spray Paul’s throbbing tip with the hot liquid needles. Paul groaned loudly, his body straining against mine, as his prick spewed again. Now he was sobbing and gasping, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations that had spread all over his body, and I knew he was having a “full-body orgasm,” totally enraptured by the intensity of the feelings. He howled again, and his penis jetted once more, but not as far. Paul grunted and now his penis had begun a steady dribble as he finished draining himself. Ken shut off the water, knowing that at this stage, Paul’s glans as becoming super-sensitive, and continuing the stimulation would be uncomfortable for him. We watched Paul’s penis continue to seep as he shuddered in my arms, the last waves of orgasm sweeping through his body. Hot water still poured from the shower head on the wall, and Paul turned to face it as his cock began to decompress. While his shaft lost its rigidity, his big purple helmet was still fully swollen, and was flooded by the rush of hot water coursing down the front of his body. Ken and I watched as the lips of Paul’s long slit parted to release a thick yellow stream that flushed the last of the creamy liquid from his urethra. We weren’t really dirty, so we didn’t bother to soap up, letting the water rinse the sweat from our bodies, then Ken turned off the water and we dried each other. I enjoyed the sensual feel of Ken’s and Paul’s hands rubbing the towel over me, sopping up the dampness, and I did the same for them. Paul didn’t skin us back, as he knew that the layer of moisture under our foreskins provided lubrication. As his penis softened, Paul’s hood crept slowly forward to cover most of the head, leaving just the tip of the dome and the slit exposed. We sat facing each other on the bed, Paul’s penis completely relaxed after his intense release, while Ken’s and mine were fully hard. Paul fingered our foreskin nipples, rolling them between thumb and index fingers, heightening our excitement. “I’m fascinated by those long skins,” he said. “We’re all uncut, but we’re all different.” “Yours looks really nice, Paul,” said Ken. “It’s cute the way the head peeps out of the end.” “Yeah, mine doesn’t cover the head all the way, but it feels nice when the end of the head rubs against my clothing. It’s constant stimulation.” “I like the way the head of mine slides around inside the skin when I move or walk,” I said. “That’s why I keep it well lubed.” “Mine slides around too,” added Ken. “I’ve got a lot of natural lube, and that keeps it very wet and slippery. Jack uses Astroglide on his.” “My older brother was clipped when he was born,” said Paul. “He wishes he hadn’t been, but he says he likes the way the big head’s always visible.” “How come he was clipped and you weren’t?” I asked. “Well, my mother didn’t know any better, even though my father wasn’t cut, and when the doctor told her that circumcision was good for the baby, she gave permission. Then the wound became infected, and the end of his urethra narrowed down, and he had trouble urinating. The pediatrician had to enlarge the hole, which meant a trip to the hospital and doing it under anesthesia. My brother ended up with a thick brown scar ring on his dick, and my mother thought that looked really ugly. When I came along, both my mother and my father got together and told the obstetrician no way. That’s how come I’m natural.” “Lucky you,” Ken commented. “Lucky us, too. Jack and I are really glad we’re intact. We’ve got lots of skin to play with.” I nodded assent. I knew that Ken’s father hadn’t been cut, and neither had mine, since he’d been born in Italy. “Yeah, I really enjoy playing with your skins,” Paul said as he continued to roll and twist our hoods. Then he let go of mine and grasped Ken’s penis just behind the head with two fingers, slipping the little finger of his other hand inside Ken’s foreskin nipple. He worked it around the glans as Ken sighed in delight. “I know Ken enjoys this,” he said to me. “I like working my finger inside a guy’s hood. You can do it to me too, when my cock’s soft, but as soon as you do, mine starts getting hard and the skin goes back.” “I love to have that done to me, too, just as long as you bite your nails or keep them sort. It’s not as great when a fingernail scratches the head or the inside of the foreskin.” Paul let go of Ken’s penis and smelled his finger.“I love the odor of a foreskin,” he said. “Ken’s smells nice. How does yours smell?”“Try it and find out,” I urged. Paul steadied mine with one hand while he probed my foreskin with the index finger of the other. “Your skin’s tighter than Ken’s,” he said. “It goes all the way back, doesn’t it?” “Sure it does, Paul. You saw me skin it back in the shower.” Yeah, but it was soft then. How about now, when it’s hard?” “Try it and see,” I urged him. Paul pushed his finger deeper into my hood, working it around the head, and then pushed my foreskin back to the rim. “Now pull a little bit, and you’ll get it all the way off the head.” Paul exerted traction with his other hand and my foreskin snapped over the fllaring rim and sunk into the deep groove behind it. “That’s it,” he said. “Yours is all the way back. You’ve got thicker skin than Ken or me.” “Yeah, we’re all a bit different,” I replied. “I like it. I think all cocks are beautiful,” he said. Ken and I were fully hard from the stimulation, and I began to wonder what we’d do for relief. Ken answered my question by asking one of his own. “Want to try Princeton?” Ken asked me. “It was great for me and Paul last week, and I think we’d both enjoy it.” “I’d love that,” I said. “Now we have to decide on who’s going to be top and who’s going to be bottom. I like it either way.” As we’d been speaking, Paul had let go of my cock and grasped Ken’s scrotum, pulling gently, as he knew Ken enjoyed the sensation. “Okay, then I’ll choose top,” Ken said as he reached over to the bedside table for a condom. We weren’t concerned with catching anything, because back then (Early 1980s) STDs weren’t a big deal, but we both knew that using a condom would prevent hair burns on our sensitive tips and would make cleaning up a lot simpler. Personally, I didn’t like to have to wash jism from my crotch hairs. Ken handed the condom envelope to Paul, who tore it open and removed the latex sheath. He began to ease Ken’s foreskin back, very slowly, letting Ken feel every nuance of sensation as he stretched the hood back over the bulging helmet. I watched the skin widen and stretch, expanding to ride back over the blunt nose of the glans to expose the front dome of the head. Ken’s slit was now visible, and it was leaking copiously, the clear lube spreading around the orifice of his foreskin to ease the way. Paul pulled it forward again to spread a film of lube between the two sensitive surfaces, then nudged it back farther to uncover about half the head. With his other hand he grasped Ken’s ball sac, stretching it out, adding to Ken’s excitement. Ken’s foreskin cleared the twin lobes under the head, where the two sides of his corona swept down to meet in a thin weld line, forming a large triangular groove inside which his frenulum was attached. Ken had a thick gee-string, unlike mine, and Paul flicked a fingertip across it while continuing to draw the foreskin back over the engorged head. Ken’s prick jumped with an involuntary throb at this sudden sharp sensation, and I saw the lips of his slit part to pass another large drop of lube. “That’s great, Paul,” Ken breathed urgently, his eyes beginning to glaze over in response to the expert teasing Paul was applying to his rigid cock. Paul’s finger spread the lube downward, over the frenulum, massaging it in thoroughly, knowing that this was driving Ken to distraction. Now he ran his finger around the edge of Ken’s distended foreskin as he continued to draw it back. It was poised on the flaring rim of Ken’s glans, ready to snap down into the groove behind it, and Paul’s fingertip traced the rim down one side, pausing to flick the frenulum, then up the other side. “Now the pay-off,” said Paul as he exerted the last increment of traction to bare the purple rim of Ken’s glans. The foreskin slid smoothly into the groove, and Ken’s naked glans was exposed in all its glory, hard and gleaming in the soft light. I stared at it because I think the head of the penis is the most beautiful part of the male anatomy, and Ken’s was definitely better than average. Paul slid the condom onto the bulbous nose of Ken’s glans, then delicately unrolled it over the head and half-way down the shaft. He stopped and pulled forward on the condom to give Ken’s some slack, then finished unrolling it down to the base of his shaft, where the tight rubber ring held it firmly in place. “Okay, Jack, roll over,” Ken said to me, and I rolled onto my left side to let Ken get behind me. Paul jumped up and returned with a towel from the bathroom, which he spread in front of me. I lifted my leg to let Ken slip his penis between my thighs, and felt his hard shaft against my perineum. I lowered my leg to trap it, and felt Ken begin to thrust slowly, absorbing the sensations. Paul lay down in front of me and grasped my hard penis by the end of the foreskin. “Now while Ken’s pumping into you, I’ll work on your foreskin,” he said. Paul’s warm fingers manipulated my thick stretchy hood, twisting it over the swollen head, stimulating the many nerve endings. I felt Ken’s swollen prick press against my tight scrotal sac as he thrust, then it slipped back between my thighs. He thrust again, and the big head nudged my balls as Paul’s fingers twisted my foreskin hard, partly uncovering my glans. ‘We can come together this time,” Ken whispered to me as he kept sliding his rod back and forth between my thighs. “Just let me know how close you are, Ken, and I’ll make sure Jack comes when you do,” Paul said. The fingers of his other hand tickled the front of my tight sac as Ken’s penis bumped it from behind, and the combination of sensations pushed me higher towards the peak. Paul began to stretch my foreskin back to uncover the head, doing it in stages as he had to Ken. The friction against my cock-head and the stretching of my foreskin entranced me, and I hoped that Paul’s stimulation wouldn’t make me shoot too quickly, as he was an expert at stroking a penis. As if he’d read my thoughts, he said: “I’m just going to work on your foreskin for a bit. When I see Ken’s ready to shoot, then I’ll skin you back for some direct action on the head.” I saw him strip my hood back farther, exposing the twin lobes under my glans, and he brushed them lightly with a finger before pulling the skin towards him again. The sudden sharp thrill made my cock throb hard, and I felt the familiar deep tickling sensation in my cock-root that told me I was secreting a drop of lube. Now Paul pushed my foreskin forward again and lowered his head. I felt his tongue inside my foreskin, probing for the orifice in my glans. His tongue-tip flicked across it, and my cock jerked. His tongue pushed in farther, reaching the rim. “How do you like having your foreskin stretched that way?” Paul asked as he lifted his head. “Ohhh, lovely,” I whispered. “Keep it up and you’ll make me cream.” “No way,” he said. “I want you to last until Ken comes. Anyway, your cock tastes delicious.” Paul resumed slowly stroking my foreskin up and down my bulbous head. Ken kept thrusting, controlling the pace so as not to over-excite himself. Like me, he knew that getting there was half the fun, and he wanted to enjoy all the sensations along the way. His prick was sliding back and forth inside the latex sleeve, protected from hair burns, and I knew it was a smooth ride for him. I laid my right arm on my body so that my hand was near my crotch. “When I feel you start to come, I’ll press my fingertips into your prick right under the head,” I told him. I knew that the added rush of sensations would add to his thrills, making his orgasm hotter. “I want to make sure your tip’s fully lubed,” Paul said. From somewhere he’d gotten a bottle of baby oil and he poured a few drops on my exposed purple helmet, sliding my hood fully forward to make sure the oil spread all over the head. Now he stripped it back, past the mid-point, almost to the rim. He pulled the skin forward again, engulfing the glans, and then pushed it all the way back. My thick tight foreskin stretched over the resistance of my flaring corona and snapped down into the deep groove behind the rim, forming a thick fleshy collar. “Man, you’ve got lots of foreskin,” Paul commented. “It’s like a thick ring behind your rim, and it really makes your prick thicker there.” My foreskin was now fully seated behind the rim, locked in place, and he had to tug to release it to ride forward over the flaring corona and once more encapsulate the big purple helmet. Paul began a rhythmic pumping action, short fast strokes at first, changing into longer, slower strokes that completely bared and covered the head. Ken was aware of my mounting excitement, and this pushed him into thrusting faster, bringing him closer to the magic moment when his prick would explode in sensations and fill the condom with his cream. Paul’s long sensual strokes, bringing my foreskin all the way back to the rim, then pulling it forward over the broad upper surface of my glans until it ran down the taper to engulf the head fully and close over the front dome, were exciting me. I felt Ken’s cock-head nudge my tight sac with each stroke, while Paul’s fingers continued their delicate tickling of the hairs in front My breathing deepened, and so did Ken’s, as our excitement built. Adding to my excitement was watching Paul, who had a front-row seat and was helping me towards my peak, enjoying every moment of seeing two hot guys racing towards their mutual climax. A heavy tickling feeling began in my glans, the result of Paul’s sliding my foreskin back and forth over its sensitive surface. I felt my helmet swelling even more, blood rushing in to distend it to maximum size. A pleasant ache filled my glans, adding to my feeling of urgency. Now I was totally caught up in it, feeling a intense need to come, and I knew that Ken was right with me, as I heard his breathing become heavier and felt his thrusts become longer and harder. His swollen tip slammed into the back of my scrotum, and he began to grunt hard. “Ready,” he groaned, as his stomach slammed against my butt rhythmically. Although I couldn’t see it, I knew his scrotum must have been drawn up tightly against his body with excitement. Paul’s fingers quickly stripped my foreskin back fully, holding it tightly, as I saw his other hand come up to let his fingertips cup my naked, vulnerable glans. They closed around the swollen head, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my prick, and I knew orgasm was seconds away. Now I dropped my right hand, fingers probing under my balls, reaching for Ken’s glans as it thrust hard between my thighs. My fingertips found their park, and I pressed them hard into the underside, hitting his hot spot. Ken moaned loudly, and then thrust harder between my thighs. Paul’s fingertips ruthlessly massaged my glans, filling it with the hot tingle I knew was the onset of my biological storm. Ken’s hot tip slammed into my sac, and I felt a heavy pounding begin deep in my cock-root. My eyes closed as I felt his body strain against mine and heard him cry out helplessly as orgasm over whelmed his consciousness. My mind went on “HOLD” as the first hot jet burned its way up through my urethra to lash against Paul’s cupped palm, and Ken’s fluid began filling the latex sheath. “WWOOWWWWWWWW” Ken cried as the fury of his orgasm flooded through his body. MY overheated tip was throbbing and the frenzy of orgasm ripped through me, and I felt another hot torrent gush through my tube, slamming through the lips of my slit as it shot out of my tip. I felt the hard throbs of Ken’s prick in my perineum and in my fingertips pressing against his thrusting glans as another jet spewed from my prick. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Ken yelped as another throb filled his cock-head, and I felt it in my fingertips. Ken’s body strained against mine in the fury of orgasm, and my hips bucked as my cock-root spilled another load into my urethra. I moaned helplessly as the hot thrill consumed me. Now I felt Paul’s fingertips leave my glans, to wrap around my foreskin and pull it towards him, covering the still-throbbing head. I was still gushing, but I knew he’d sensed that my glans had become hyper-sensitive and he used my foreskin for stimulation instead of the more intense sensations of his fingertips. Ken’s thrusting had relented, and now he was moving very slowly between my thighs as I released the pressure on the underside of his still throbbing head. Now I was coming down off the high, but still felt the seeping as the last drops of my cream crept up my urethra. I knew Ken was feeling the same thing, as his thrusts had all but stopped. I opened my eyes to see Paul staring at me, his face flushed. We lay utterly still for a minute, recovering from the daze of our orgasms. Then I felt Ken pull out as his arm came over me to hug me to him. I felt his heartbeat against my spine, and reached back awkwardly to hug him too. Paul had released my penis after stretching my thick hood fully over the head, and I saw the slow dribble from the end of my foreskin falling onto the towel. Paul’s penis was half-hard between his thighs. It was clear that despite his recent orgasm, watching and feeling us enjoying ours had excited him again. His glans was halfway out of its skin, purple and swollen, and I thought he’d be ready to go again. “Looks like Paul could use another one,” I said to Ken, who had raised his head. “Yeah, let’s do him.” Ken crawled over me and we pushed Paul down onto his back. I began licking the dge of his foreskin while Ken got between his legs and lapped at his tightening scrotum. Blood was rushing into Paul’s penis to fill it, and I felt his glans expanding against my tongue. Now his foreskin was drawn tightly back along his shaft, exposing its nerve-studding inner lining and his swollen purple glans. I ran my tongue around the rim, stopping at the underside to flick his frenulum, provoking a loud moan. Before my eyes, clear lube poured from his long slit, and I tasted its saltiness as I inhale the rich masculine aroma of his foreskin. With both of us working on him, Paul was rushing towards the peak. Ken licked and tugged at his scrotum while I worked on the stiff prick, and Paul just lay back and enjoyed the attention. His breathing deepened, and now his legs began trembling. The rush of sensations was too much for him, and he cried out helplessly as my tongue lashed his turgid glans, running down into the groove behind it, tasting his flavor and caressing his nerve endings. Paul’s hips began to buck as he cried out again, and I felt a hard throb in his glans as my tongue caressed it. Inches from my eyes, I saw the long slit dilate as a heavy shot of cream slammed through it. My fist clamped around his cock to stretch his already tight foreskin and gee-string even more, as I continued to lap at the sensitive, throbbing head. His hips bucked again, and another hot jet spewed from his slit, right onto my waiting tongue. It was very salty and tasted like chlorine, and I spread the cream over his throbbing tip. Paul’s loud moans filled the room as he drained himself onto my tongue and his stomach. His body shuddered and his hot hard prick spewed again and again. I couldn’t see Ken but I knew he was helping Paul’s ecstasy. Now Paul’s penis was merely drooling liquid, and I stopped licking the swollen head, instead pulling his foreskin forward just enough to bump his sharp-edged rim lightly. I admired the beauty of his helmet, from the rounded front dome to the flaring corona, as the distended lips of his slit seeped the residue of his orgasm onto his stomach. Ken and I stared at each other as Paul’s prick softened. Paul was flat on the bed, arms akimbo, utterly dazed by the orgasm and totally inert. A wave of fatigue swept over us, and we lay down on each side of him.

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