His balls were tight against his body, and I knew he was close. Meanwhile, he'd pulled back harder on my hood, allowing him to hit the nerve endings in the deep groove behind my glans with the brush, and I felt my balls tighten against my body. The tension on my foreskin was so much that it pulled on my gee-string, making the head bend down towards my balls. I consciously tried to relax to delay coming, but my orgasm was nearing, and I was helpless to stop it, given the skill with which Lou handled my cock. I wanted him to come first, though, and I tightened my grip on his wet, slippery cock, giving a hard twist around his tip, making sure to hit the groove behind the head. I felt his cock throb in my fingers and saw a white jet shoot from his tip onto the towel as he grunted hard in ecstasy.
Now his prick thrust hard into my fist as he shot again, and I wra pped the towel around his shaft and head to catch all the cum. He continued to thrust as I squeezed his hard prick through the cloth, and I felt his thighs slamming into the side of the mattress in the fury of his orgasm as he cried out helplessly. The rough terry cloth scraped his tortured tip, even though it had been softened and lubricated by his seepage and the glycerin lube on his cock. His frenzied thrusting sent hot sensations up his shaft to his brain, and I saw him stop working my prick as the rush of orgasm suppressed his volition and conscious thought. Lou's hands were on the mattress now, unable to continue stimulating my prick. His head was back and his jaw open in a silent scream as the sweet agony possessed him and his mind went on "hold."
His body was responding automatically, and it didn't matter now how sensitive his tip had become. He was still thrusting, shoving his prick into the rough towel, the sensations overwhelming him, making him cry out softly in shuddering breaths. I smelled the odor of chlorine from the torrent of cream that was now seeping through the towel onto my fingers. The hot liquid was viscous and slippery, and I felt his high ridge sliding smoothly past my fingers through the cloth. His thrusting slowed, and his prick stopped throbbing. I heard him inhale deeply as he began recovering from the biological storm. I removed the towel, and he plucked a wet one from the container and wiped his prick clean.
Then he picked up the brush and dipped it into the cup to gather more lather. My cock was still rock-hard, and he pulled my foreskin back tightly as he began stroking my cock-head with bold strokes, side to side, hitting the broad upper surface, the sensitive rim, and the deep groove behind it. He swiped the brush side to side against my orifice, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing into my straining helmet. My tip tingled, and I felt myself slipping over the edge. The room faded, and Lou disappeared. This was just as well, because once I was gripped by the intensity of my orgasm, I'd be unable to take care of him. I opened my eyes to see my cock in my hand, the swollen purple head surrounded by its collar of foreskin that I was stroking back and forth. The single eye was staring at me and dripping slippery tears onto the paper towels on my stomach.
I felt very close to orgasm, and slowed my strokes as I returned to the real world. Lubricant flowed freely from my teardrop shaped hole, and I heard myself breathing hard; "AH-AH-AH," as I approached climax. I stopped stroking altogether, holding the skin back hard to stretch the nerve endings, enjoying the twilight state on the edge of orgasm. A deep tickle in my cock-root told me that the final squirt of lube was on its way, and crawling up my tube until it seeped from my teardrop shaped hole. I pulled back harder on the skin, bringing my nerve endings to their peak, and I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin deep in my cock-root. Now my cock began throbbing and pumping jets of cream.
I watched the first big surge dribble out of my cock-head onto the paper towels, and then my eyes closed as I lost myself in sensation. I felt myself slipping into the free-fall of orgasm, unable to think as the rush of sensations dominated my consciousness. The tingling in my prick spread all over my body as surges of hot juice drove up my tube to the end. I was aware that my hand was fisting my foreskin up and down my cock, crushing the high rim and then pulling back to stretch the nerve endings. Another torrent of thick cum poured from my helmet and I closed my eyes involuntarily as the hot tingling rushed up my spine to my brain. I cried out in agonized ecstasy, unable to control my feelings, helpless in the iron grip of my climax. I slowly came back to full consciousness as the jets slowed and finally stopped.
My prick lay on my stomach in a wide puddle of cream, too sensitive to touch, as the final drop seeped from the gaping orifice in my glans. I felt the full sledgehammer effect of the orgasm hit me then, a heavy tranquilizing that made me relax utterly and drift off to sleep.
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