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Eric’s Problem, Adult Friends, 1/1Eric and I had worked for the same company for 10 years and hadsurvived several retrenchments, down-sizings, and reductions in force,probably because we were very good at our jobs. Company politics beingwhat they were, only our competence kept us employed, because we weren’tattached to any of the power cliques that seemed to determine companypolicy. In short, we were too low on the totem pole to be chummy with theexecutives who decided the future of the company.We were both field engineers who went out regularly to visitcustomers and help maintain their sophisticated computer systems. Ourcompany’s computers had many problems, which was another reason weremained employed. These machines were really inferior to those made bythe competition because of poor quality control. The reason manycompanies and government agencies had had them installed was that oursales department obtained orders by bribing purchasing agents andexecutives involved in buying decisions. Another way of putting it isthat, unofficially, our company had people on the payroll who weren’t onthe books.Eric and I often were sent to fix a problem together because we workedwell as a team and our skills complemented each other’s. Eric was thesoftware engineer and I worked with the hardware. This trip sent us toTyson’s Corner, Virginia, where a government agency had one of itsdepartments in this affluent Washington suburb. One rumor had it that acertain Congressman had affiliations with the company we were to visitthe next day.”I wonder what we’ll find when we open up this piece of shit?”Eric asked rhetorically during the flight east. I had no answer, ofcourse, because if we knew we could have fixed the problem with a phonecall. We checked into our hotel, ate dinner, and braced ourselves for thenext morning’s ordeal.As a matter of policy, our employer was cheap with the hired help,which included Eric and me. We always flew coach, not wanting to pay foran upgrade out of our pockets, and we always had to share a single room.Sometimes the single room had only one bed, but this didn’t bother us atall, as we enjoyed sleeping snuggled up against each other. I loved thefeel of Eric’s warm body against mine, and he felt the same way.We were both in our early 30s, divorced, and Bisexual. Neithermarriage had resulted in c***dren, which was just as well, given thenature of the world in which we would have had to raise them. We wereabout the same height, six feet, but Eric was more muscular than I. Now,as we got undressed, our eyes were on each others’ bodies, as always.Eric’s prick was handsome. It arced down from his pubic bone,displaying a big blunt-nosed glans at the end. The thick rim stood outabove the shaft, and flared upward delightfully at the top. I saw thatlike my heavy-ended prick, it swung from side to side as he walked. Itwas pinkish-gray in color, with a dry, leathery texture, the result ofits protective foreskin having been removed at birth. A thick brown scarring an inch behind the rim was all that was left of his foreskin.”I always like to look at your cock,” Eric said as we shed thelast of our clothing. “I like the way the big head shows through thatskin. I like the way the skin hangs down an inch beyond the end.” Ericenvied my long, pendulous foreskin, fervently wishing he hadn’t beendeprived of his.”That’s okay, Eric,” I said. “I’m happy to share it withyou.” I had shared it many times, letting him play with it, stroke it,lick it, and even slide it over his glans when we docked, nestling hishelmet inside my warm hood to bring both of us to shuddering orgasms thatleft us weak and drained.”I’m glad you’re like that, Jack. I’m really turned on by aguy with skin.” I understood his feeling. Having been without a foreskinsince infancy, he was fascinated and strongly turned on by a penisequipped with one. This affected our sexual relationship, becausealthough his prick was less sensitive than mine, the turn-on of handlingmy natural one was very powerful, driving his excitement so that he oftencame not long after I did. He’d told me that solitary masturbation wasoften very frustrating for him because he had to rub hard to attainorgasm. However, the psychic stimulation he derived from my prick, withits generous foreskin, enhanced his arousal when we were together. Evennow, he was becoming hard simply from gazing at my foreskin.Of course, my foreskin loves attention, and my prick wasresponding even before we got to the touching stage. His hot eyes made myforeskin tingle in an intangible way, and I felt the rush of blood in myprick. We were almost hard even before we touched each other. I felt hiswarm fingers close around the end of my prick, gently sliding my foreskinback and forth, and this completed my arousal. Within seconds I was hard.Reciprocating, I reached down to squeeze his big helmet between thumb andforefinger, and I felt his prick throb in response as his crotch musclestightened with each squeeze.We were both “growers,” not “showers.” Our pricks were smallwhen soft, about three inches most of the time. Of course, my longforeskin nipple added about an inch to my length. Hard, they doubled insize to about six inches, just average. The core of my prick expanded tofill most of my foreskin.His touch had its effect on me. Not only did it immediately firmup my erection, it produced a light tingle in the helmet through theforeskin. I felt a slight spasm deep in the root of my prick, and knewthat a drop of lubricant had begun crawling up my tube. I pulled Eric tome and kissed him on the lips.”It’s so good to be with you,” I said as I pulled him down tosit on the bed. “I never felt this good with my wife.””I feel the same way,” he replied as he nuzzled my neck. “It’snot just physical, Jack. I really feel comfortable with you. I never feltthis comfortable with Marie.” Our fingers were still wrapped around eachothers’ pricks, adding to our excitement. The mutual confession ofemotional intimacy made our physical arousal more vivid and intense.Luckily for Eric, his circumcision hadn’t been tight. I’d seensome tightly-cut pricks that I could describe only as “****d” or”plundered,” with absolutely no slackness in the shaft skin. Now Igrasped the shaft behind the head, and pulled the slack skin up to bumpagainst his sexy rim. This light stroke gave him friction on the manynerve endings in his thick flaring corona, but it also compressed the rimto stimulate the deep-seated nerve endings inside it. I knew that the rimwas the most sensitive part of his penis, and that the thick strip oftissue under the head, the gee-string, was second. Fortunately, thedoctor who’d clipped him hadn’t removed the gee-string, as some do. NowI lightly flicked my forefinger over his gee-string as I continued tostroke his shaft skin.I felt Eric’s finger probing into the opening of my foreskin,which still covered the head even though I was hard. His fingertiptouched my slit, and I felt my prick jerk. Eric always enjoyed slippinghis finger inside my hood to feel the wet and slippery helmet.Now I felt a tightness as Eric’s warm fingers drew my foreskindown. The narrow orifice pressed against the blunt nose of my glans,before stretching to fit over the contours. The sliding friction added tothe pressure to heighten my excitement.”I love to watch the skin stretch when I pull it down over thehead,” Eric said as he stroked my foreskin up and then down again, thistime pulling it farther to bare my helmet to the rim. “It’s reallystretched now,” he added as he held the ring of foreskin poised on theedge of my corona. Now he released it and my hood began sliding forwarddown the taper of my glans, pulled forward by my gee-string.”You’ve got a nice rim,” I said as I changed my grip to run afinger lightly around his corona, and I felt Eric’s body tense againstmine. He grasped my penis again, firmly around the head, and pulled myforeskin all the way back, so that it crested the ridge and snapped downinto the deep groove behind it.”There,” he said. “Now your cock looks exactly like mine.”Both our helmets were fully exposed, the similarity in their contoursstriking, but the groove behind my flaring rim was filled with the thickfleshy ring of foreskin.”Your rim doesn’t look as big as mine, but when I do this^Å.”he trailed off as he pulled my foreskin down farther to bare the groovecompletely. “See, without the skin against it your rim is just likemine, just as high.” My foreskin was now partly inverted on the shaftbehind the head, held firmly by Eric’s strong fingers.”Your prick’s really nice,” I said as I now began to twist hisshaft-skin lightly as I bumped it against his flaring rim. `Your ballsare getting tight.” Both of us had average, medium scrotums, and we bothresponded to excitement by our balls pulling up tightly against ourbodies.”I know you’re very sensitive right here on the rim, with allthose little bumps,” Eric said as he ran the forefinger of his otherhand lightly around my wet and lubricated corona. “Those little bumpscontain the nerve endings.” Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply intomy glans, fueling my fire.”Yes, you’re right,” I whispered as Eric’s insistent caressesaround my corona brought me to a new level of excitement. I felt the rushof new blood in my helmet, stretching the thin mucus membrane tightly.”Your tip’s getting harder and swelling more. It’s turningdarker purple too,” he said. “I know I can make you come this way.”His fingertip traced the outline of my high flaring rim, first down theright side until he reached the triangular groove under the head. Now hestrummed my gee-string, flicking his fingertip back and forth across it,knowing that each stroke sent fresh hot sensations into the nerveendings.”Ohhhhh,” I whispered, captivated by the intense sensations. Ileaned against Eric as he worked his magic with my prick, hitting all thesensitive spots. Now he worked his way up the other side until he came tothe flare on top. Now I felt his finger touching the teardrop shapedorifice at the top of my helmet, finding a drop of lubricant andspreading it in small circles around the front dome. With his other hand,he began to pump my foreskin up and down in short strokes, just enough tobump my rim and stretch it tightly back on the down-stroke.”You’re going to send me over the edge,” I moaned.”Just relax and enjoy it,” he urged. “I want to watch the creampumping out of your helmet.” He continued his rhythmic pumping, keepinga steady pace that pushed me relentlessly toward the brink.”You tip’s so dark now, I know it’s going to be only seconds,”he added. As he spoke, I clamped my fingers tightly around the base ofhis straight shaft, compressing the veins to make his prick larger andmore rigid. I knew that my concentration would be focused on thethrilling sensations in my prick, and that clamping it tightly was theonly thing I could do right then. I slumped against Eric as my eyesclosed, knowing that he’d force the load from my body within the nextfew moments.My breathing was shallow and ragged with my excitement. Now I felta pleasant, intense tickle begin where his fingertip kept circling myfront dome. The tickle grew more intense and spread to my rim, where hewas compressing the many nerve endings with the thick ring of myforeskin. I began moaning as my excitement built, and now I was moaningloudly because I was coming right to the edge.Clear fluid continued to seep from my tear-drop shaped orifice,lubricating Eric’s fingertip, the excess running down to the base of myglans to make my corona slippery as he continued to rub and bump myforeskin against it. The tickle grew more intense as it filled my glans,and now it changed to a hot tingle. My entire body tensed, and then thestorm broke.”HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!” I grunted as a sudden jolt of sensation shotdown my shaft to the root, triggering the heavy pounding tuzla escort of my orgasm. Ifelt the first torrent of hot liquid searing its way up my shaft to slamthough the lips of my gaping slit. My hot, tingling glans throbbed withthe pulse of orgasm, and now another contraction seized my cock-root toforce another jet up my tube.I cried out helplessly as my prick throbbed in release, sendinganother spurt of cream into the air. My entire world was in my prick asit throbbed and spurted, giving me joyous release. Another heavy pulseshot through the base of my shaft as the third stream of cream surged upmy urethra, making me cry out again.Now I felt Eric remove his fingertip from my glans, and his fistdrew my foreskin down tightly, keeping the nerve endings inside thefleshy sleeve stretched to maintain my sensations. He knew my tip becameoverly sensitive during orgasm, and he stopped the friction as the fourthcontraction coursed through my groin. I felt the throb through my entireglans and shaft as the fiery liquid burned its way up my tube on its wayoutside.The next throb was weaker and the following one weaker yet, as myorgasm began to fade. I was still in a state of bliss, although my pulseswere not as intense. Now they stopped, but I could still feel hot liquidseeping up my tube and out my gaping slit. Eric’s fingertip pressed intomy urethra behind my scrotum, pushing the remaining liquid up my tube.Now he began milking the bottom of my shaft to force the residue out myslit. I opened my eyes to see him licking it off my front dome.My body began to relax as the tension left me, and I found myselftorpid, sinking into the daze that overtakes me following ejaculation. Istayed that way for a minute or so, until I was fully conscious again. Iremembered that my fingers were still clamped around his shaft, and thathe was waiting for me to bring on his climax.I reached for the jar of Albolene, Eric’s favorite lube becauseit’s thin and doesn’t dry out. Scooping up a coating on my fingertips,I began working it into his shaft and glans. Now that I had him welllubricated, I began stroking his prick in long, loving strokes that hitevery surface and every nerve ending.”That was great, Jack, feeling your cock throbbing in my fingerswhile the cream poured out of you. That was so hot that if you’d beenstroking me like you are now I would have shot right then.” I continuedto stroke him, now adding a slight twist as I massaged his rim because Iknew that the sideways friction added to his excitement.”Now your helmet’s getting harder between my fingers,” Icommented. “It’s getting darker too.” Eric had a glazed look in hiseyes as my stimulation was taking effect, and I knew all of his attentionwas drawn to his rigid helmet and shaft. A drop of his lube parted thelips of his long slit, and I knew he was close to the point of no return,when he’d be moaning and crying with the intensity of the sensations.I felt Eric’s body tense against mine as his sensations mounted.More drops of lube poured from his slit, running down his glans as myfist slid over it. I gave his helmet a hard twist as my other fistgripped his shaft, delivering a “snake-bite” effect that we both knewwas intense. He began to grunt with each stroke, and I knew the magicmoment was only seconds away. He was already primed from bringing on andwatching my orgasm, and ready for his own release.Now I pumped his shaft with my left hand while continuing therotating motion around his glans with my right. The friction added to theheat, and his helmet was hot in my hand as I worked on it. His gruntingbecame louder, and now his body began to tremble.”HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!” came from his lips as I felt his prick throbin my hands. An instant later a thick white stream erupted from his longslit to arc onto my thigh. Eric’s hips bucked as a second gush shot fromhis tip, this time landing on my groin. I heard him cry out again asanother hot ejaculation poured from his straining purple tip. I didn’trelent, because I knew his circumcised tip wouldn’t be getting overlysensitive the way mine did. I twisted my fist harder, also squeezing hisoverheated glans, to give him more sensations, and was rewarded byanother loud cry as his throbbing tip spit another load.Now his jets began to diminish, and I knew he was on the long,downhill slide as he drained himself. The throbs faded, but fluid stillseeped from his long slit. I leaned forward to lick it off as I slipped afinger behind his scrotum to force out the residue as he’d done for me.His prick began to soften as I milked it down, and he slumped against meas he relaxed. I grabbed some tissues and wiped the cream from ourbodies.When he opened his eyes he kissed me on the lips. I hugged him tome and kissed his neck before I spoke:”It was great making you come,” I began. “I get the same thrillout of making you come that you do from it. I felt your prick throb witheach load, and I heard you grunting, just like I do.””Every time you touch me you make me tingle,” he said.”You make me tingle too,” I replied. “Now let’s take a showerand get ready for bed.”The following morning we went to work. The computer system we weresupposed to repair was in a dilapidated building, and seemed to be in asimilar state of disrepair. Some of the screens and printers were notworking, and many workstations could not communicate with each other. Thehardware was my problem, and I set about replacing the defectivecomponents. The communications problem was another matter. Eric said someof the software must have become corrupted, causing an interfacebreakdown. That was his problem, and he set about getting into the systemthrough a “back door” password to gain access to all components. He setabout the laborious task of examining the files in each work station tofind the problems.I’d ordered out several cases of replacements, and as Iidentified each piece of malfunctioning hardware, I either repaired itor, most of the time, replaced it. Our products were so junky that theyusually couldn’t be repaired, so we replaced them and charged the coststo the customer. Our warranty had so many loopholes and exceptions thatit really covered very little.By the end of the day I’d almost completed my part of the work,and we left, intending to come back the next day. After a light dinner,we went to our motel. Again, we stripped down, intent on dissipating thetensions of the day with intense orgasms to relax our minds and bodies.This time, after we’d undressed Eric pushed me flat on the bed and bentover my crotch. I felt his fingers lifting my prick to vertical and amoment later his hot tongue-tip was probing into the nipple of myforeskin. I pulled him down next to me in a “69” position and claspedhis prick. We rarely did the same thing twice in a row. This evening itwould be oral sex.I held his big glans between to fingers, stabilizing it while mytongue-tip probed his long slit. I felt his tongue-tip tracing circlesaround my slit under the foreskin, sending shock waves of sensation intomy glans. It didn’t take long until we were fully erect, and I locked mylips in the deep groove behind his corona while my tongue workedsystematically around his helmet. I tasted the salty flavor of his lubeas it seeped from his slit, lubricating my tongue.I felt his tongue probing deeper into my hood, stretching thenerve endings as it distended it. His tongue-tip caressed my high flaringrim and then worked down to the underside, lapping at my gee-string. Hisscrotum tightened in front of my eyes, and I felt mine contracting too.The sweaty odor of his groin filled the air, adding to my excitement.Now Eric’s warm lips pushed my foreskin back, easing it over mycorona until it snapped down into the groove behind it. He pushed myforeskin back even farther until his lips locked tightly into the groove,caressing its nerve endings while his tongue worked over every contour ofmy helmet.Meanwhile, I twisted my lips around his corona, and then workedback along the taper of his glans until my lips were puckered over thefront dome and around his slit. I pushed my tongue-tip into his slit,against tasting the saltiness of his natural secretion. Now I engulfedhis helmet again, right to the groove, and worked my tongue sidewaysacross the broad upper surface of his helmet.I felt Eric’s fingers clamping around the base of my shaft, andthe blood that surged into my prick was unable to escape. I felt my shaftharden further and my helmet swell with excitement as he caressed thecorona with his tongue. With his glans filling my mouth, I began moaning.So did he, the vibrations titillating the nerve endings in my helmet andinducing a hot tingle. Now I felt his teeth lightly scr****g the top ofmy glans and the gee-string underneath, hitting the deep-seated nerveendings. This sent hard shock waves of sensation piercing my helmet andtriggering my orgasm.With his glans filling my mouth, I was breathing hard and gruntingthrough my nose as my prick responded to his stimulation. A hardcontraction deep inside me sent the first wave of cream hurtling up mytube to erupt into his mouth. I felt the squeezing around my helmet as hestruggled to swallow my ejaculation, and this triggered another eruptionof hot juice that seared its way up my straining urethra and slammedthrough the slips of my orifice. I’d stopped trying to stimulate Eric,as my mind was paralyzed by the intensity of my sensations.I grunted again as another spasm gripped me and another load ofhot lava gushed up my prick. My hips bucked as I tried to thrust my prickdeeper into his mouth, the sensitive and swollen helmet pushing into theback of his throat. More spasms followed, until I was drained and spent.When my awareness of my surroundings returned I heard Eric’svoice:”I loved the way your cock was throbbing in my mouth. You almostdrowned me with your come.” My prick was rapidly softening, and Eric wasusing his fingertip to force the residual cream up my urethra, lickingaway each drop as it emerged. His prick was still in my mouth, and now Iresumed working on it. I clamped my fist around his shaft to constrictthe veins as he’d done to me. I felt his glans lose its spongy feel andbecome harder.Now I twisted my head to give him the benefit of the delicioussideways friction that I knew was very stimulating to him, and felt aresponsive throb in his prick. I heard him start to moan as the intensesensations washed over him, driving him toward the brink. Now after aminute of friction around his flaring corona, I used my teeth to sc****the surface of his helmet and his gee-string lightly, and this triggeredhis climax.He grunted loudly as I felt his hot hard helmet throb hard in mymouth. The thick gush that poured from his slit shot into the back of mymouth, the salty taste filling my taste buds and the odor of chlorinefilling my nostrils. I swallowed hard just as his glans throbbed again,sending another torrent of hot cream pouring into my throat. His helmethammered against my tongue and palate as he shot again, grunting injoyful agony at the intensity of his sensations.Now I sucked hard on his throbbing helmet, adding suction as wellas friction to draw the juice from his straining body. Another heavystream of cream filled my mouth as his glans throbbed in response. Thefingers I had clamping his veins felt each pulse in his urethra as hedischarged.The next jet was weaker, and the following one weaker yet. Still,I kept up the suction and the friction because I knew his circumcised tipdidn’t become overly sensitive the way mine did. When the pulses hadstopped, there was still a slight seepage from his slit, which Icarefully licked before removing my mouth. Now I used my fingertip topush the residue up his shaft, pursing my lips on the shrinking frontdome of his helmet to catch it all and not waste a drop.We lay together for a couple of minutes maltepe escort before he revived, andwhen he did he pulled the foreskin forward on my prick to blanket myhelmet once more. In our mutual excitement we’d forgotten about this.We didn’t speak, or need to speak, as we went into the bathroomto shower. We’d hardly said anything during our “69” session, mainlybecause our mouths were full, but we were so in tune with each other thatoften words were unnecessary. Actually, most of the time when wedescribed our sensations to each other, it was because we knew thatdialog added to our excitement. We knew that we could sit across from oneanother and that without touching, bring each other to full excitementjust by describing our feelings and observations.After we’d showered and dried ourselves, we returned to bed andfell asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, after a quickbreakfast, we returned to the work site. I performed a final check on thehardware while Eric continued to labor through the software. Near the endof the day the director of the facility approached Eric and asked him tocome with him to his office. When Eric returned to me his face was pale.I asked him what had happened.”He told me I’d been going into a classified area where Iwasn’t allowed. He’d seen my activity on his work station, whichmonitored the activity of the entire facility. He said he was going toreport me to my company. You know what pricks the bosses are. They’dfire me in a heartbeat out of sheer expediency.””What was classified?” I asked, in pure disbelief. This wasn’ta branch of a military or intelligence agency.”You know the Congressman we’ve heard about. Well, he comes tothis department every week, supposedly on an inspection trip. Actually,one of the terminals here is for his exclusive use, and it’s kept in alocked office. He’s got the only key. I was checking the files in histerminal remotely through the back door to see if any were corrupted.Guess what? He uses it to send e-mails to boy prostitutes, and sometimesgets together with them in his car or a motel room.” This suddenrevelation answered a lot of questions about how and why our company hadreceived large orders for our products. The Congressman was a mainstockholder. He sat on the Appropriations Committee. The governmentagency depended on his good will for funding. Providing him with acomputer terminal bought his good will. It also provided the agencydirector with the prospect of blackmail. I was sure that the departmentdirector kept a copy of all his e-mails.If the Congressman failed to play ball, the director might well call apress conference and announce that a routine inspection had revealed asubstantial quantity of c***d porn and e-mails to minor boys on aterminal to which only the Congressman had access. Delivered with aproperly sanctimonious note in the director’s voice, the scandalousannouncement would send the Congressman’s career crashing into theflames. Prison time would surely follow.Now, however, Eric’s probing of the software had uncovered this,and the director had decided he was a loose end. His job was in jeopardy,and possibly his life. We had no idea how far some government peoplewould go to protect their guilty secrets, and I might get caught in thehassle as well. Shit!”Get those files here,” I told Eric. “I’ve got to see them, orat least duplicate them.”I felt I had to take out some insurance, so when Eric brought upthe files containing the Congressman’s messages on the screen, I pluggeda “jump-drive” into the USB port on the back of the computer. I tookover the keyboard and downloaded all of the incriminating messages,feeling that they might be lifesavers one day soon. I slipped the jumpdrive, which was about the size of a cigarette lighter, into my pocketjust as the director came storming over to us.”Goddamn it! I told you to stay out of those fucking files! I wasmonitoring the Congressman’s terminal and I saw you sneaking in there!You guys get the fuck out of here! I’m going to have your fucking asseshung!” His dismissal was compelling, and we got the fuck out of there.We were both angry and confused, as well as scared. It was clearthat our work at this address was finished, and possibly our workeverywhere as well, so we made reservations to fly out the next day.Meanwhile, we decided that we’d eat a substantial dinner, a sort ofcondemned man’s last meal. After the meal and a lot of drinks, we droveback to the motel and collapsed into bed, too exhausted and drunk to doanything but sleep.I was the first awake the next morning, and went quietly about mywork. I’d had an idea during the night, something that would enhance myinsurance policy. I copied the contents of the jump drive onto severalCDs, and placed them in envelopes I addressed to a trusted friend with anote asking him to mail the CDs to the FBI and to several major newsoutlets if anything happened to me. Then I woke Eric and told him whatI’d done.”Don’t you think you’re going a little too far?” he asked.”You’re starting to think paranoid.””Oh, yeah?” I responded. “Just think about some of themysterious deaths that have happened during the last few years. Rememberthat lawyer in the Clinton administration the cops found shot dead inRock Creek Park? The official word was suicide, but who knows? Maybe heknew too much.” Eric shook his head.”You might be right,” he replied. “I hate to think it might beso, but I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry. Hell, we might beboth safe and sorry anyway.””Now our problem is to make sure that the people who make theimportant decisions know that I’ve taken out an insurance policy.What’s the use of having one if we keep it a secret?””How are we going to do that?” he asked.”I don’t know yet, Eric. I hope I think of something on theflight home.””Speaking of the flight home, it doesn’t leave until twoo’clock. We’ve got a little time to kill until then.””That dinner last night was pretty heavy. I’m not hungry. Areyou?” I asked.”No, I’m not either, so there’s no point in going out forbreakfast. There’s something else we can do,” he suggested. We wereboth still naked and he came to the couch where I was sitting and beganrolling the nipple of my long foreskin between two fingers. I gave hishelmet several firm squeezes and soon we were hard. I clasped him to meand kissed him on the lips.”I know you’re still tense over what happened yesterday, and Iknow just how to relieve that tension,” I suggested. Eric nodded and Iwalked him over to the bed.”You’re going to dock me,” he guessed shrewdly. I kissed him onthe neck and said:”Yes, that’s just what I had in mind. I know you did too.””How did you know that?””By now I know you pretty well, just as you know me.” We layfacing each other, still clasping each other’s pricks. I worked theslack skin of his shaft to bump against his prominent ridge, and helovingly slid my long foreskin back and forth in short strokes, neveruncovering my glans but stimulating its full length.”I measured my tip once, and I know it’s 1 7/8″ long,” hesaid. “That’s pretty long compared to a lot of guys and I know yours isabout the same size. I still don’t understand how you can get the headsof both our cocks inside your skin.””You’re right,” I answered. “We’ve got pretty long heads, butI’ve got a pretty long foreskin, and anyway it stretches a lot. We’vedone it before, so you know it works.” Eric snuggled up closer to me sothat the front dome of his helmet touched my foreskin’s pucker. Now hepushed my hood back and his glans kissed mine.”This is what I love,” he breathed heavily. “I love going headto head with you.” He thrust forward slightly and his hard headcompressed the front dome of my helmet. Now I clasped my foreskin andbegan slipping it over his helmet, blanketing his glans until my foreskincovered his prick down to the neck of his shaft. He began to thrustgently, sliding his glans inside my hood and pressing the two front domestogether.”Maybe we can come together this time,” I said. “I’ve alreadypeed, so I don’t have a full bladder. You haven’t yet, so that addedtension might make your prick more sensitive.””If you keep squeezing my rim the way you’re doing, I might beable to keep up with you,” he answered.”You do the thrusting,” I urged. That increases your muscular tensionand speeds up your orgasm.” I remained still, maintaining my grip on myforeskin and compressing his corona as he thrust. Our excitementincreased and my attention increasingly focused on our pricks, connectedat the heads.”Our balls are getting tight,” he observed. “We’re getting there.”That’s the way it should be, Eric. I love being head to head with you.It feels so intimate.””I love it too. The best part is being inside your skin. It’s almostlike being a part of you.” He kept thrusting with a steady rhythm,fueling our mutual passion. Each thrust compressed my front dome, and Ifelt the sensations building there as I kept the pressure on his coronamoving under my fingers inside my foreskin.”I can feel your helmet getting harder,” I said to him.”I think yours is too, Jack. Are you getting a tickle yet?””It`s just starting. Every time your helmet presses against mineit’s a little more intense.””I’m getting a tickle in the rim, where your fingers aresqueezing it,” he said. Now the tickle I was feeling had spread all overmy glans, because although I was lying still, his thrusts were moving myforeskin slightly, stretching it and sliding it over my entire helmet.”I’ve got it all over now,” I informed him.”I think you’re ahead of me,” he said. “We might not cometogether.””I think we can,” I replied. “I’m going to twist my foreskinover your rim. That’s going to make it hotter for you.” As I spoke Ibegan twisting my foreskin, delivering the delicious sideways frictionthat he craved. His eyes widened, telling me that it was working. “I canfeel your rim’s getting harder and really swollen.””Oh, Jack, the tickle’s starting right in my rim,” he said.”Even if you come first now, the first shot of your hot juice against mytip will make me come.” I was so focused on the feelings in my helmetthat I could only whisper:”When my glans starts tingling, I’ll be only a second away.” Mybreathing had become shallow and rapid, as had his. He kept thrusting,but slowed his pace, and I felt he wanted the feeling of anticipation tolast. I kept the same pressure on his corona as I twisted my hood becauseI truly wanted us to share the magic moment, climbing the peak togetherand exploding simultaneously.Now we were both grunting as our excitement neared the brink, thepoint of no return. I felt that Eric was slipping over the edge when hebegan thrusting harder and faster, his body on automatic, driving towardshis climax.”I’m tingling,” I grunted as I felt my glans swellingimpossibly, aching for release. Eric grunted hard and I felt his hot hardhelmet throb against mine, giving me the final jolt of sensation to sendme flying over the edge. The shock wave of sensation shot down my shaftto the root, and my first hot jet met his as he discharged simultaneouslywith me.We were both crying out joyously as our juice flooded my foreskin,swirling hotly around our throbbing helmets and adding to our sensations.I felt another throb in his tip as my second discharge erupted frombetween the lips of my slit, and our juices spread over the front domesof our helmets. He thrust into me again, shooting his third hot load asmy prick throbbed in response and released another torrent, inflating myforeskin further.Now the hot juices had begun leaking around the edge of mydistended hood, spilling onto his shaft and the sheet. My fleshy hoodslipped out from under my fingers, baring his rim, and now I had directcontact between my fingers and his corona. I gave it a twist, making himcry out loudly in joyful agony as he blasted another hot stream againstmy glans and into my foreskin.We kartal escort each shot several more loads, each weaker than the last, untilwe were exhausted. Our pricks began to soften as we clung to each othertenderly and lovingly. His tip was still inside my hood as our combinedloads continued to leak from around the edge of my foreskin.I mailed the CDs at the airport post office and then we boardedour flight. We didn’t say much on the way home, and I hadn’t come upwith an idea to protect our jobs and our safety.We reported to the office the following morning, and found thatthe manager of our section had left work with my secretary that he wantedto see us both, pronto. His secretary ushered us in immediately, withoutthe ten-minute wait he usually imposed on us as if to prove how busy andimportant he was.”I got a call the other day,” he began, but he didn’t appearangry or upset.”Yes, sir?” I said when he paused. He laughed and continued:”You boys really did a job where you went, didn’t you? Whathappened?” I explained the events to him, and he didn’t seem at alldisturbed. He asked Eric a few perfunctory questions and then slapped hishand on the desk.”I thought that was it,” he said. “The director who phoned mewas really torqued out of shape, and what I already knew of theCongressman’s proclivities rounded out the picture. You have a copy ofthe e-mails?” I’d brought them with me as I knew I’d need them, and Itook the jump drive out of my pocket and placed it in his hand. Heslipped it into the USB port on the back of his desktop and beganscanning the files, occasionally chuckling. I was puzzled by hisreaction, but didn’t say anything.”Well, this is about what I’d expected,” he said after a fewminutes. “There have been rumors about the old bastard for years, butnothing concrete. You know this guy has a wife and family, and that he’salso a deacon of his church?” I nodded that I didn’t. Eric also nodded.”This incident is nasty, but it’s one we can handle. In fact, itcouldn’t have worked out better,” he continued. “You know that ourbusiness is based on a certain degree of say, mutual cooperation betweenthe government, the Congressman, and the vendor, that’s us.” He wasalluding to the mutual corruption that kept our company afloat. He wenton:”I think that now that we have real evidence against the oldfucker the future of our company is assured for the foreseeable future.In fact, this evidence also reflects on the department where you were thelast few days. The director would be in deep doo-doo if it came out thata member of Congress was regularly making unauthorized use of hisfacilities, especially for stuff like this.” I was surprised the meetingwas working out so well, and that we hadn’t been summarily fired.”This is the only copy?” he asked. This was the moment of truth,the opportunity to make it clear that we’d taken steps to protectourselves.”No, sir,” I replied.”Where are the other copies?” he asked. I remained silent atthis point.”Eric? Where are they?” Eric also declined to answer.”They’re for our protection,” I interjected.”Okay, I get the picture,” he said. “You did stumble onto a hotpotato and you’re worried about your jobs and your futures. Well, youdon’t have to worry. You dropped a priceless piece of information intomy hands. Anyway, since we’ve now got a lock on the contract, you’ll begoing back there many times in the future to service their equipment.Meanwhile, take the rest of the week off.” He stood, and we left theoffice.Eric came with me to my apartment as it was closer to ourworkplace than his. Inside, he turned to me. His face was still pale.”I can’t believe what just happened!” he said.”It’s hard to believe, I know, but I guess we just lucked out. Ithought we were going to get shit-canned,” I replied.”You really think there’s nothing to worry about?” hepersisted.”No, I didn’t say that,” I responded. “There’s still somedanger. That Congressman might still want to shut us up, although thatwould be pointless at this stage. The problem is that there are thosecopies floating around, and he doesn’t know where they are. He mightfigure we’d left them with a friend, which we have, and that tracing ourfriends would lead him to the copies. This is stretching it a bit, but Ithink we ought to leave copies with someone else, someone who doesn’tknow us.””But you already mailed off the copies yesterday at theairport,” Eric said.”Not quite. I kept one disc for myself. It’s in my briefcase,and I’m going to make more copies. Then we’ll visit a lawyer we’venever had any dealings with, and leave the copies with him, with suitableinstructions.” Eric seemed relieved at my explanation.”Oh, yeah, one more thing,” I went on. “We’ll pay thelawyer’s retainer in cash so there won’t be a paper trail back to us.”Eric slumped against me and hugged me hard. I hugged him back, my bodytense from the last couple of days’ anxieties. Suddenly we were takingeach others’ clothes off, eager to get naked and feel flesh againstflesh. I felt the rush of blood into my prick.Within 30 seconds we were nude and I saw that your pricks werealready half hard. We held each other tightly, our pricks pressedtogether between us, as they filled out completely. We kissed and thenbacked off slightly. I looked down and saw Eric’s helmet pointed up atme, his long slit already seeping clear fluid. I reached down and dippedmy finger into the large drop that had formed and brought it to my lips,savoring its slippery, salty taste. Eric pushed his fingertip into thewrinkled, end of my foreskin, which was still covering the head with apuckered overhang. His other hand stabilized the end of my prick whilehis fingertip drove deeper into the wet, slippery tube. I felt the roughend of his finger touch my orifice and my prick jerked in response.”I love your cock, I just love your cock,” he murmured as hisfinger probed deeper, now working around my helmet inside my foreskin. Isqueezed the head of his prick and said:”I love yours too, Eric. I want to make it shoot and give yourelief.””I want to be close to you when we come, Jack,” he said, a noteof urgency in his voice.”Let’s get a condom on you and we will,” I replied. We weregoing to do “Princeton” this time, which allowed us to comesimultaneously. I squirted a few drops of Astroglide into a magnum sizedcondom and unrolled it down his glans and shaft. The large size wouldgive him adequate room for thrusting and sliding after he’d placed hisprick between my thighs.I lay on the bed on my left side, facing away from him. As Iraised my right leg to let him slide his prick between my thighs I placeda towel in front of me to catch my cream when I let go. I felt hishardness sliding along my perineum until the head touched my scrotum,which was already tight, and then I lowered my leg, firmly clasping hisprick between my thighs.”Let me get hold of you,” he said as I felt his arm come over mybody and his warm fingers wrap around my penis. Now he began thrustingslowly as he worked my foreskin back and forth along my engorged glans.As my foreskin and its many nerve endings stretched as it rode over myhelmet, delicious sensations filled my body and I sighed with delight.”Take your time, Eric,” I urged. “I know you want to shoot yourload but the orgasm’s always more intense after a long build-up.” Weboth knew this, but I wanted to remind him because he seemed driven atthe moment, and I wanted him to enjoy the ride. I guessed that, at thismoment, his scrotum was as tight as mine.I felt his body full-length against mine as he hugged me close,steadily thrusting and withdrawing between my thighs. A tickle deepinside me told me that the root of my prick was releasing drops oflubricant that slowly crawled up my urethra and emerged from my teardropshaped orifice to lubricate my foreskin. His gentle fingers continued towork my foreskin, but now in longer strokes that uncapped my glans as hedrew the hood all the way back behind the flaring rim. I felt it snap ashe slid it forward, bumping over my corona, and pushed it to once moreblanket my head.”Oh, this feels good,” he whispered into my ear. I felt his hothard prick sliding back and forth between my thighs, the latex-enclosedhelmet touching my scrotum with each push. His fingers skillfully workedmy foreskin in full-length strokes he knew I enjoyed. A film of sweatformed between our bodies as his warm flesh pressed against mine.”I can feel the head bumping against my balls,” I said to him.”I can feel your rim scr****g against me.””I can feel your tip through the skin,” he said. “Your bigflare on top’s getting harder.” The tension was suddenly overpowering,and I knew we wouldn’t last much longer. On the other hand, our urgencywould make our orgasms deeper and more powerful.”You’re getting close, aren’t you?” I asked. His reply was tothrust faster into me. His fingers tightened on my prick, delivering adeep and satisfying friction into my engorged helmet and foreskin. Iheard his breathing becoming shallow and faster as his excitementmounted, and the action on my prick did the same to me.”I’m going to make you come first,” he said as his strokes grewmore rapid. He was snapping my foreskin back, riding over the rim anddown into the deep groove behind my corona, and then pushing forward tocompress the nerve endings in my rim and bringing it fully up over myglans. At the top of his stroke he gave it a twist, which he knewstretched my foreskin sideways and put more tension on my gee-string.”It’s okay, Eric. When I feel it coming on I’ll make you cometoo.” I knew I could increase the friction on his prick, particularlythe rim, by tightening the pressure of my thighs and I could also press acouple of fingers into the triangular groove under his head to give himfriction on his gee-string. This ensured that his orgasm would follow theonset of mine by a couple of seconds at most.”I’m getting a tickle in the rim,” he said as he tightened hisgrip on my foreskin. Now I too felt a tickle in my rim, and when hetwisted my hood on the up-stroke a pleasant tickle began in the bulbousfront dome of my helmet.”I’ll be feeling the tingle any second,” I muttered as my eyesclosed. The tension in my body was such that I knew I was very close, andI positioned my right hand on my thigh so that I could quickly reach inand press the underside of his helmet.”Close,” I heard him whisper as his body slammed into my rear,driving his prick hard between my thighs. Eric snapped my foreskin backand forth forcefully, and the tickle in my glans changed into a suddenhot tingle that shot down my shaft into the root.I cried out as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me,and I reached between my thighs with two fingers to press the undersideof his driving prick. The first rush of hot lava seared its way up myurethra and spilled out, giving me the first rush of relief. I felt hisprick throb hard between my thighs as he grunted heavily, and I knew hewas also on his way, the blissful sensations overwhelming hisconsciousness.Our bodies strained together as another wave of orgasm broke overus, our pricks throbbing in release. I felt the pulse in his urethra ashe shot again, at the same time as the second hot torrent erupted betweenthe lips of my slit. Eric drove into me, caught up in the frenzy of hisorgasm, as my prick blasted another load. This time my foreskin was allthe way forward and my jet shot through its puckered nipple beforeemerging into the air.Eric’s prick shot again on the forward thrust, and now he snappedmy foreskin back hard, completely baring my throbbing helmet as it spitanother load. He kept my foreskin back as my prick continued to throb inrelease, while he continued thrusting, draining himself completely as hegrunted and sobbed behind me.The final shock wave went through our bodies, and now we werestill, peacefully enjoying the descent into our dazed state. After aminute his prick had softened and I turned around, reaching between us toslip my foreskin fully forward before hugging him fully and tightly.That’s how we fell asleep, contented and secure in each other’s arms.The end

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