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Princeton Style by Paul's hardness thrust between my thighs, while his hand clasped my condom-covered dick with hot encircling fingers. He moved against me as we both approached orgasm. Paul and i had known each other since we were kids, fooling around and doing the things kids normally do. Later, we'd each gotten married, then divorced, but we'd kept in touch through the years. Now I was 30, Paul a couple of years older, and we were sitting in my living room, talking. "Gee, I'm horny," he said. "I haven't been laid for weeks, and beating off isn't that exciting any more." I knew what he meant. Solitary pleasure, for all the varieties available, was still solitary, and not as satisfying as sex with someone else, even if the other person happened to be male. I got up and walked towards my bedroom, and he followed without needing further explanation. Inside, we quickly stripped naked, looking at each other. Paul is a couple of inches shorter than my six feet, with blond hair and blue eyes contrasting with my thick brown hair and brown eyes. His face is thin, compared to my square-jawed countenance. Paul is more muscular, and we weigh about the same despite our differing heights. Our pricks might have been twins, with straight shafts, big, flaring purple heads, and a big vein on the right side of each. We watched as our cocks began swelling in anticipation, even though we hadn't yet had any physical contact. I reached to clasp his prick, feeling its swelling warmth as I squeezed gently. My forefinger caressed the thick gee-string under the head, because I knew this was Paul's hot spot. Paul picked up the head of my prick between thumb and forefinger, squeezing it rhythmically, knowing that this made the muscles in my cock-root contract with each squeeze. It didn't take long for our pricks to be rock-hard, eager for more stimulation. We sat down on the edge of the bed, hands in each other's laps, and I asked; "What'll we do this time?" I knew we both liked variety, and that Paul was more experienced than I, which is why I let him lead most of the time. The last time, we'd jacked each other with condoms, to simulate the erotic, sliding effect of foreskins. Our cocks had been cut at birth, and we missed our foreskins, especially since we'd handled uncut guys' skins and knew there was a range of stimulation that would remain forever unknown to us. Some say you can't miss what you never had, but we knew from experience that this wasn't true. I knew, for example, that my gee-string had been removed curing my circumcision, and that I could never feel the hot feelings Paul did when I rubbed him there. "Put a condom on me," he suggested, and I took two condoms from the bedside table and unrolled one onto his hardness. At that time, there was no talk of "safe sex." We liked condoms both for the erotic feelings and because they avoided messing up the bed with our cum juice. "I juice a lot more than you, so we'll switch after a while," he said as I caressed his prick, watching the wetness already spreading under the thin latex. Paul secreted a lot of lubricant, and I didn't, so this was logical. I preferred his natural lube more than trying to mix K-Y and water to get the right consistency to lubricate my prick. Now the entire head was slippery under the latex, and I began the rotating movement that we both enjoyed, while Paul continued to squeeze my glans, keeping me hot and hard. More juice seeped from his slit, and now I was able to use an up-and- down stroke, twisting my fist at the top and caressing his groove with my fourth finger. I felt the warmth of his swollen glans through the thin latex. After another couple of minutes, lube began seeping from under the rim of the condom, and Paul quickly pushed my hand away and removed the sheath, deftly slipping it over my engorged head and shaft. I put another one on his lubricated prick, and continued to stroke him as his loving hand caressed my hot cock. I thought we'd jack each other to orgasm, but Paul gently pushed me down on the bed. "Let's do it Princeton," he said. "I put my prick between your thighs, and jack you at the same time." This seemed like a good idea, as neither of us wanted anal sex. Hell, I don't even like a thermometer in there. I knew that Paul enjoyed his best orgasms when thrusting, such as during sex with a woman or sometimes thrusting into my hand when we jacked off together. I rolled over onto my left side, and felt Paul slide between my thighs as I raised my right leg, then lowered it to capture his penis. He began to thrust slowly, and slid his right arm over my body to clasp my cock again. Paul had told me about this before, but this was the first time we'd tried it. He'd explained that a condom was important to prevent hair burns, and to keep from shooting his sticky cum onto the hairs between my thighs. He'd said that once an uncut guy had done it to him, sliding his prick inside his sheath, not needing a condom. The sticky mess afterward had been hard to clean, though. by this time, we were both very hot, and I felt a tell-tale tickle in the root of my cock that told me my first drop of lubricant had seeped into my tube. Paul's fingers continued to caress my prick, working slowly from base to tip, twisting in the familiar stroke upon reaching the glans. I could feel every finger, and even the texture of his skin, through the thin latex. His fourth finger ran over my rim as his hand twisted, and his little finger dropped into the groove, caressing the sensitive nerve endings. The condom on my prick felt looser now that my own lubrication was flowing, and the sensations softened somewhat. I was glad of this, because it would make it last longer. I felt the wetness between my thighs as Paul's copious lube seeped from the condom. We continued to enjoy the delicious sensations, exploring the subtleties and nuances. I could feel each time Paul's large glans nudged my balls, then withdrew to slide back between my thighs. I squeezed my muscles to increase pressure on his prick, but he warned me that would make him come too soon. Paul nibbled at my earlobe as he continued to slide his prick back and forth, and I reached back to caress his thigh and his butt. Finally, he whispered in my ear; "Ready to go for it?" "Okay," I said, feeling him thrusting harder, his stomach slapping against my butt as he began slamming into me. His fist tightened on my prick, and I felt my excitement rising. Now were were both sweating, hot with excitement, nearing the peak. The familiar tingle began in the head of my penis, telling me that the explosion was approaching. I reached down over his arm and felt between my thighs, under my balls. My finger probed the triangular groove under his glans, caressing the gee-string. I knew that pressing the hot spot under his glans would make him blast off within seconds. The tingle in my glans began spreading down the shaft, and I murmured "Close," feeling Paul slam himself against my body with renewed vigor. "You're head's swelling," he said, telling me he knew my cock was seconds away from shooting. My finger pressed harder against his gee-string, and I heard him groan as his cock throbbed between my thighs. My cock-root convulsed, and my first cum shot into my tube, feeling like hot lava burning its way to the end. His glans throbbed against my finger as his first load shot. Paul's moaning filled my ears, blending with mine as his hand squeezed the orgasm from my throbbing prick. My hot juice poured from my slit, spreading its warmth over my glans as Paul's hand moved the sheath over it. I could feel his powerful prick-throbs between my thighs as he thrust mindlessly between them, driven by primitive forces, expending his juice as his biological storm took him to heights of ecstasy. I was groaning and gasping mindlessly, lost in hot and intense sensations, my prick throbbing helplessly in Paul's fist as he continued to pull the orgasm from my body. This went on for several more blasts, each shooting a slightly smaller amount of burning fluid up my urethra, filling the condom. Finally, it was over for both of us. Our prick-tips were too sensitive to touch, and we just lay together, feeling each other's sweaty heat. Our pulses returned to normal, and we sank into the daze that follows a hot, intense climax, too stunned to speak, or even move. After several minutes we got up enough energy to remove our condoms and wipe the thick juices from our pricks with tissues, then fell into a deep and restful sleep until morning.

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