Buddy Sleeve By Jack Santoro Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
Mike and I had been best friends since childhood. Our parents had lived only a block apart and we had gone to the same schools. We were the same age, 27, although I was a month older than Mike. However, we didn't resemble each other except in one way. I had brown hair and eyes and Mike was blond/blue. His face was thin and tapered to a pointed jaw, while my face was square.
Our pricks were about six inches long, medium thickness, with big purple helmet shaped heads and thick brown circumcision rings half an inch behind the heads. Our circumcisions were alike because the same obstetrician had delivered us and clipped us.
As we didn't have foreskins, we were interested in pricks that were still natural, and one of our close buddies was Eric, who had both a pleasant personality and the anatomical detail we envied. This Saturday afternoon we were together on my big queen-size bed and I was gently stroking Eric's long hood while Mike fondled his sac to add to his excitement. Eric had my prick in his right hand and Mike's in his left, gently squeezing the heads between thumb and forefinger to produce a reflexive throb in our cock-roots.
I slid Eric's foreskin back to reveal his strawberry shaped glans. From a thick rounded rim, it tapered almost to a point, and was red as well, because it had been protected by his long tapering foreskin all his life. The surface was moist and glossy, which accounted for his sensitivity. It didn't take much stimulation to get him hard and to bring him to orgasm. During the build-up his prick juiced a lot, providing natural lubrication that aided the sliding of his foreskin. His prick had the lovely aroma of the natural male, and Mike and I found this very arousing.
Sliding his hood all the way back I ran my tongue-tip across his slit, making him moan in delight. Now I circled his exposed corona, working down to the gee-string under the glans.
"My turn," said Mike, and I pulled back to give him access to Eric's fascinating prick. Mike engulfed the head greedily, sucking hard, making Eric gasp at the sudden sharp sensation. I pulled back harder on Eric's shaft skin, making sure that the foreskin completely cleared the head and putting tension on his gee-string.
"I think he'll be coming soon," I observed, because I could feel Eric's shaft going into its final hardness, the last stage before it would begin throbbing in orgasm. Mike drove his lips all the way down Eric's shaft, taking his prick completely into his mouth, and I pulled my fingers out of the way. His balls were now tight against his body and he was moaning louder than before.
Eric grunted "HUNH, HUNH, HUNH" as his orgasm began, and I saw Mike's Adam's apple working to swallow the thick discharges pouring into his mouth from Eric's throbbing prick. I could feel the throbs in his urethra where it ran behind his scrotum, and knew that he was coming hard. I also felt his encircling fingers tightening on my prick, squeezing the shaft hard.
Eric's grunts were not as loud now, and I knew he'd soon be quiet as his orgasm faded. He'd need a minute or two to recover from the daze that follows orgasm and then he'd be able to participate in our sex play.
Mike pulled his mouth up and I saw Eric's deep red strawberry tip, wet with saliva and natural lube, before it began shrinking. Mike squeezed his shaft, running a finger up along the urethra underneath, and as each residual drop of white cream emerged, he licked it away. I pulled Eric's hand away from Mike's prick and grasped it firmly, drilling my tongue into Mike's long slit. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike pulling Eric's long foreskin forward gently, to cover and protect the sensitive head.
"Oh, that was intense," murmured Eric as he regained full consciousness. "You really drained my balls," he said to Mike.
"Yeah, you nearly drowned me," Mike replied.
"You're lucky to still have your foreskin," I added.
"Gotta thank my parents for that," Eric told us. "I'm really glad they didn't have me cut."
"You uncut guys can do a lot with your skins," Mike told him. "You can play with them, and even dock other guys." Eric knew what "docking" was:
"I don't think docking happens very often," Eric replied. "I've heard of some guys getting docked, but I've never seen it, and I've never docked anybody. Remember what happened a couple of years ago when I tried to dock you. My skin didn't stretch wide enough to cover your heads and long as my skin is, it wouldn't have been long enough to completely cover your big tips." He was right. Eric's glans was slightly smaller than mine at the ridge, and the front was a lot narrower than my big blunt tip. When he tried to dock Mike, the same thing happened, because Mike's glans is almost a twin of mine. As for length, Eric had a good overhang. When his prick was limp, he had about an inch of nippled foreskin dangling ahead of his glans. Even hard, he had a tight pucker in front, but this was not enough to cover my glans, which was almost two inches long.
"Still, I wish I hadn't been cut," Mike said. "I know my skin would have been wide enough to take your tip, and even Jack's here." Now Eric had grasped our pricks again, and I reached for a squeeze bottle of Astroglide, as lubrication was essential for stroking our circumcised pricks. We all knew that, as our pricks were less sensitive than Eric's, a hand job was more stimulating for us than oral sex.
"You've both got nice cocks," Eric commented as he began sliding his fists up and down our wet and slippery shafts. "I really like your tips. Those big purple helmets are really handsome, and they're almost twins. Mike's is very nice, and Jack's has a little more flare to the ridge. Mike, you've got a long slit but Jack's slit pouts like a teardrop when he gets hard." As he said this Eric leaned forward and drilled his tongue tip into my pouting orifice.
"That feels nice, Eric," I said. After a few seconds Eric pulled his head back and began using longer strokes on our pricks, bringing his fist fully up over the heads and giving a hot twist at the top. We all knew that that twisting stroke was really hot, because we'd twisted Eric's foreskin over his glans to take him over the top, and Eric had had enough experience with circumcised pricks to learn what felt good with them.
"Which of you wants to go first?" Eric asked us. We looked at each other and finally I spoke up:
"Make Mike cream first. I think he's further ahead than I am, anyway." I cupped Mike's sac in my fingers, gently kneading it to add to the stimulation. Mike lay back and I spread a towel over his stomach with my free hand. Eric had my prick in his left hand, and I felt his grip loosen because he didn't want to over-stimulate me. His right hand continued its long twisting strokes on Mike's hard shaft, and I saw the veins bulge as Mike's excitement mounted. Mike's breathing had become rapid and shallow, with occasional gasps, as Eric's fist continued to pour sensations into his hot hard prick.
I felt Mike's sac draw up tightly against his body as he approached orgasm, and I saw his engorged helmet turn a darker shade of purple. A drop of natural lubricant parted the lips of his slit and Eric's fingers caught it and spread it over the hot tip, mixing it with the Astroglide. The "HAH-HAH-HAH" of Mike's heavy breathing filled the air. I saw his eyes close as he withdrew into himself, captivated by the intense sensations flooding his prick.
"AAAAHHHHH" he cried out as his hips lifted and the first hot stream burst from the end of his prick, and I smelled the characteristic Clorox odor of his ejaculation. Eric continued to stroke him with those delicious twisting motions, fueling his orgasm, as another jet forcefully parted the lips of his meatus, which formed a perfect oval as the hot fluid slammed through them. We heard his staccato gasps as more jets poured out, but now each jet was slightly weaker than the last. His eyelids were still clenched shut, the effect of being enthralled by the hot sensations flowing through his body.
Now the white cream was just oozing out as his orgasm slowed, and Eric shifted his grip to press on the underside of the shaft, forcing the residual juice through his tube. Most of Mike's sperm had fallen onto the towel, but now Eric leaned forward and licked away each drop as it emerged.
Although Eric was just loosely grasping my shaft and not stroking it at all, I was still fully hard, aroused by the sight and feel on Mike's orgasm. Eric's prick hung limply, completed deflated after his intense orgasm, and we knew that Mike's erection would subside fully and quickly. I wiped the remaining lubricant from Mike's prick and Eric poured more Astroglide on mine as he encircled it with the fingers of his right hand. I spread a towel on my abdomen as he began a rhythmic up and down stroking, traveling the entire length of my shaft and glans.
I lay back to enjoy the sensations, and I felt Eric's other hand cup my balls. Mike lay very still right next to me, completely dazed and overwhelmed by the after-shock of his orgasm. Now as Eric's hand moved up my shaft to encircle my helmet, I felt him give a twist that made my cock-root throb in response. His fingers lingered around my helmet, giving it several more firm twists around the ridge and gee-string, and the sideways friction heightened my sensations.
Now he returned to the up and down stroking, giving a twist on the up-stroke, maintaining a steady rhythm that brought me closer to the edge with each stroke. Mike had now recovered and I felt him stroking the insides of my thighs.
"You're on your way, buddy," I heard Mike say. "You're gonna cream hot and hard, like I did just now."
"It feels really good, both of you," I murmured as the sensations in my prick mounted.
"Your balls are getting tight," Eric informed me as he picked up the pace of his strokes. I felt the creeping tightness in my scrotum, and I also felt the engorgement in my shaft and glans as I neared the brink. I saw my helmet turn a darker shade of purple before my eyes closed. The hot sensations filled my consciousness, and my awareness of the world outside my body dimmed as I withdrew into myself.
Eric's fingers twisting around my helmet produced a tickle that turned into a hot tingle as my orgasm neared. I felt drops of natural lubricant crawling up my urethra, tickling my pouting slit as they seeped out and mixed with the Astroglide. The tingle grew more intense and my breathing was now shallow and rapid as Mike's had been just before he'd come. The pressure in my prick increased, and for a second the tingle in my prick became an intense ache before it exploded, shooting down my shaft to the root of my prick.
I felt an intense pounding deep inside me as the first spasm wracked my body and the hot jet burned its way up my tube. I felt it slam through the lips of my meatus as it erupted from my prick. I was crying out helplessly as the second spasm convulsed my groin, sending another hot rush of sperm searing its way up my prick. The Clorox odor hit my nostrils as my third stream poured from my throbbing prick.
My world had shrunk to encompass only my groin, including my twitching, throbbing prick, filled with delicious sensations that overwhelmed my consciousness. I don't know how many more jets I shot, but finally it was over and my body relaxed as I sank into the daze that always follows orgasm. Faintly, I heard someone say:
"Wow, you really dropped a heavy load this time."
The next morning Mike and I were talking over breakfast.
"Although our pricks are less sensitive than Eric's, I think we both had intense orgasms yesterday," I said. "It just took longer to get there."
"You're right, Jack, but I still would like to have some uncut guy dock me. I'd like to feel what it's like to shoot inside of another guy's skin, and maybe feel his head throb against mine if he comes too."
Later that day I was browsing the Internet and came upon a sex toy site. One of the products advertised was a "buddy sleeve," a soft transparent plastic tube with rows of rounded studs on the inside, designed to simulate docking. It was not expensive, and I ordered one. It arrived that week, and next Saturday I told Mike I had something special for him.
"We can use this to simulate docking," I explained to him. "Its diameter is enough for our pricks, and although it's not a real foreskin, I think we can get some hot sensations with it."
"You're right, Jack. Let's try it out." We quickly got naked and got a squeeze bottle of Astroglide and a couple of towels. I held the sleeve as we inserted our pricks at each end. The sleeve was about six inches long, and we found that both our pricks easily fit inside it. Its diameter was just right for us, comfortably tight around our pricks.
"Let's try both of us thrusting," I suggested. "We both thrust at the same time, and pull back together." We lay facing each other and began thrusting cautiously, not wanting to pull out too far or bump our pricks too hard into each other. We did about one cycle every two seconds, and found it very arousing. The studs on the inside really compressed the nerve endings in my glans, especially around the rim, as my prick rode over them, and when the noses of our tips pressed together on the forward stroke this added to our pleasure.
Our excitement built up slowly, as we were forced to move slowly, but after about ten minutes I felt we were close to the point of release. My prick was fully engorged, and through the clear plastic I saw that our tips had darkened. Our balls had tightened against our bodies, and it wouldn't take much more to make us cream.
"I think we're right there," Mike said, and I felt him increase his pace. I did too, and in about half a minute I felt that familiar tingling sensation in my glans. It was harder to stay synchronized, though, and a couple of times I drew back too far and slipped out.
"You go ahead," I urged him, and held the sleeve steady while he thrust hard into it. His eyes closed and he cried out as his streams poured from his prick. I could feel his prick throbbing through the thickness of the plastic tube, and saw his white cream pouring out of the end onto the towel.
He sank into the usual daze as his orgasm subsided, and I placed the sleeve on my prick, sliding in on the mixture of Astroglide and Mike's sperm. Thrusting hard and fast, I felt the tingle in my glans increase, and the pressure of the blood made my prick ache for release. Then my eyes closed and the welcome explosion came and the heavy pounding deep inside overwhelmed me with sensation. I heard myself crying out helplessly in the distance, and I kept thrusting as each jet poured from my straining prick.
When it was all over, we reviewed our efforts:
"Too bad we broke apart," Mike said. "Once we really got into it, it was impossible to stay together."
"You still dropped a heavy load," I pointed out to him.
"Oh, I'm not complaining about that. I think that tube is a terrific idea, especially because all those little studs on the inside give us such terrific sensations. I had a terrific come, but I wish we could have stayed together for it. I would have loved to feel your big tip throbbing against mine, and your hot cream pouring over my tip."
"Yeah, that's what we missed. My orgasm was hot, but I think it would have been hotter if our helmets had been together and we would have creamed all over each other," I agreed.
Two days later, after we'd gotten home from work, we tried again.
"Let's work on keeping our cocks together," Mike suggested. "When I push, you pull back. Then you push, and I'll pull back. That way, we'll be in contact all through it." Mike held the tube steady, we inserted our pricks into the lubricated sleeve, and began our reciprocal motions. Mike pulled back, and I thrust my prick deeper to follow him, remaining in contact glans to glans. We thrust slowly and carefully, and our excitement mounted, enhanced by the feel of each other's hot glans.
"We each get a longer stroke this way," I observed.
"Yeah, that's the way it feels for me, too," he replied. "It's more exciting."
"I'm getting close," I said after several minute's thrusting. I saw our sacs tight against our bodies, and our swollen helmets were engorged and dark purple. The veins on our shafts were bulging with retained blood.
"Let's go for it, then," he said, and I felt him go faster. I felt like going faster too, as my body goes on automatic pilot when I'm close to the brink. I lose my control, and I know Mike does too. Our breathing increased as we kept thrusting and our excitement mounted. I found it getting hard to keep pace with him, as he kept going faster in his excitement. We were very close. The hot tingle had begun on my helmet and I knew I'd be shooting in a couple of seconds. Then he drew back too far just before my eyes closed, and I grasped his prick with my other hand and said:
"Go ahead. I've got you." Just then my prick exploded and shot its first jet inside the tube, and a second later I felt a hard throb in his swollen prick and knew he was into this climax. His hot cream poured all over my encircling fingers. I kept stroking his prick to give him a full orgasm, and continued releasing my juice inside the sleeve. The familiar Clorox odor filled the air and we both cried out helplessly at the intensity of the sensations.
His throbs became weaker as mine did, and after a few more seconds we were lying very still as our breathing returned to normal. As I recovered from my daze, I realized that although we'd had intense orgasms, they'd been separate orgasms, not one big mutual orgasm that we craved. The sensation of hot tip throbbing against hot tip still eluded us.
"That was nice," Mike said to me as he opened his eyes. "Thanks for helping me at the end. Did you come all right? I heard you making a lot of noise."
"Oh, yes, I shot my load okay," I assured him. "I'm glad you were all right. You were already coming and I knew you'd never be able to get into the sleeve then."
"We'll get it perfect one of these days," Mike said. "Maybe we can run this by Eric when he comes over Saturday. He might have some ideas." I agreed.
"You explain it to him, while I work on his prick. I think he'll get a lot out of it, either way."
Saturday Eric arrived and we got naked on the bed again. I grasped his prick and stabilized it as I worked my tongue into his foreskin. I felt the smooth glans inside, and swiped my tongue across his slit a few times before diving deeply into his hood and running my tongue around his corona. Eric's prick quickly swelled to full erection, the long foreskin still encasing the head. I kept swirling my tongue around his glans while Mike showed him the buddy sleeve and explained how we'd tried to use it. He was very interested and understood how it would simulate docking:
"I see what you mean, Mike. You and Jack put your cocks inside this and it feels like a foreskin covering both of you. You already had a couple of successes with it, even though it wasn't exactly what you'd tried for." As he spoke my tongue continued to caress his glans and the inside surface of his foreskin, and the effect of this showed very quickly. Eric's sac had become tight and the veins on his shaft bulged. His glans had hardened and swelled with excitement, and I knew I'd brought him very close. Mike had noticed this and he said:
"Okay, Eric, let's take care of you first. Just lie back and let Jack suck the cream out of your dick." Now I tightened my grip on his shaft and began stroking his foreskin up and down, uncovering his glans. I worked on his hot strawberry glans with my lips as well as my tongue, my lips caressing his corona while my tongue drilled into his slit. I pumped his foreskin up and down, twisting it on the up-stroke and pulling hard on the down-stroke to stretch his gee-string. I heard Eric's breathing become faster, and soon he was grunting hard. I felt his engorged glans hard against my tongue and palate.
Then his prick throbbed hard in my mouth and I knew he was on his way. He cried out as the first jet of hot cream shot into the back of my throat. I swallowed his salty discharge just in time to receive the next jet as his prick pulsed again. I felt Eric's prick drive deeper into my mouth as he lifted his hips and thrust. Another jet poured over my tongue and palate, and I swallowed again. I twisted my head to give him an enhanced sensation, and felt him respond with a loud cry as his prick ejaculated again.
Several more loads gushed from his swollen tip and then it was just a steady oozing as his climax wound down. I felt his body relax and knew he'd be in a daze for a couple of minutes. I licked up the last of his drops, running my finger along his urethra to urge them forward, and finally brought his long foreskin up over the head as his prick began to soften.
I saw that Mike's prick was hard, as mine was, just from watching. We were both aroused even though we had not touched our pricks. When Eric opened his eyes he grasped them in each hand and said:
"Maybe I've got an idea for you guys. You won't have to synchronize or even move. Let's get that buddy sleeve lubricated." Mike poured several squirts of Astroglide into the tube and then on our pricks as Eric rubbed the slippery liquid all over them.
"Now face each other and let me put this tube on you," Eric said as he wiped his hands. He placed the buddy sleeve between us and we carefully slipped our pricks into them until our tips touched.
"Now that we've got it in place, just relax and let me do the work." He began sliding the buddy sleeve along our pricks, going almost the full length in each direction. He pushed the sleeve toward me until the end just enveloped Mike's glans and then started in the other direction until all but my glans was exposed.
"That feel good?" he asked. I nodded because the studs inside the tube were rubbing and compressing my nerve endings, aided by the pressure of Eric's hand. Mike and I were pressing forward slightly, just enough to keep the round front domes of our helmets pressed against each other. I felt each ring of studs caressing my corona and running up into my triangular groove underneath to stimulate my gee-string, and knew Mike was feeling the same thing.
I clasped Mike's hands in mine as Eric continued to slid the sleeve back and forth, enhancing our excitement. We let Eric go at hs own pace, certain that at the end we'd explode in shattering orgasms. I knew from experience that the longer the build-up, the more intense the orgasm would be.
Mike and I stared into each other's eyes as the delicious friction filled our pricks with sensation, bringing us step by step closer to the moment of release. We kept our big helmets pressed together, slightly compressing the front domes, as the rows of studs moved erotically over the contours of our swollen helmets. Now I felt a slight spasm deep inside, and the mild tickling sensation as a drop of natural lubricant crawled up my urethra.
"You juicing?" I asked Mike, pretty sure that the answer would be affirmative. He nodded, and then I heard Eric say:
"I see your scrotal sacs drawing up against your bodies. You're both getting close. I'm going to stretch it out so that when you come, it'll be really intense." With these words his strokes slowed, and our rush toward the peak became a steady crawl. I felt the increasing fullness in my shaft and helmet, and as I pressed against Mike's glans I felt it harden against mine.
"Your tips are darker purple now," Eric informed us as his loving strokes slid the sleeve back and forth along our pricks. I began feeling the subtle tickle in my ridge and gee-string, and I knew this would change into a hot tingle within seconds.
"I'm close," I murmured as my breathing became shallow and rapid and my eyes closed. "How about you, Mike?"
"Getting here," he muttered through clenched teeth. Now my helmet was hot, hard, and tingling, almost at the trigger point, and I anticipated the imminent release.
Suddenly I heard Mike grunt loudly, and his engorged glans throbbed hard against mine, as a hot stream shot down my urethra. I knew what had happened. The sleeve had kept our helmets pressed together, and as their shape was similar, our holed were right opposite each other. My pouting slit had funneled Mike's ejaculation right into my tube, and his hot stream had penetrated over an inch into my head.
Mike grunted again and another jet shot deeply into my tube, this time triggering a hard pounding deep inside me. I cried out helplessly as my first jet poured into my urethra, pushing Mike's cream forcefully ahead of it. Now Mike's glans throbbed again and our two streams met between our helmets and spread out to mix with the Astroglide. My second jet joined them, and I felt the rush of hot liquid spreading over my throbbing tip.
We were both grunting, moaning, and gasping as our orgasms blew through us. Our bodies were now on autopilot, writhing and shuddering as our pricks disgorged stream after stream of thick sperm. Our hands were still clasped together as we shared the sweet agony of mutual orgasm.
Now our spasms were weaker, and soon our pricks were merely seeping the residue of our ejaculations as we began to relax. Mike and I were both dazed by the biological storm that had wracked our bodies. Regaining full consciousness I realized that Eric had stopped stroking us, although I felt him kiss me on the lips. I opened my eyes and saw him leaning in toward Mike, kissing him too.
"That worked out okay, didn't it?" Eric asked as soon as he saw that we were responsive.
Oh, I shot a really big load just now," Mike replied. "How about you, Jack?"
"It was intense for me too. This might surprise you, but I've got to tell you how my orgasm started. You know, Mike, that our tips are a lot alike, in both size and shape. Well, the sleeve held them so that our holes were perfectly aligned, and when you came, a couple of your jets shot right down my tube deep into my prick. This made me come, and feeling your big tip throbbing against mine made it even more intense."
"I felt your tip throbbing against mine too, Jack," he affirmed. "That made it hotter for me too."
"What about the hot juices washing around your heads?" Eric asked. "I think that must have been something new and different for you both."
"It really was, Eric," I answered. "Now that our pricks are getting softer we'll pull out and we can see how much there was." I began pulling back, sliding my shrinking prick from the sleeve. Mike did the same, and now the sharp Clorox aroma of our climaxes hit us. Thick white dollops of sperm poured from both ends onto the towel underneath.
"That's impressive," Eric commented. "It looks like your first ejaculation in weeks, instead of just a few days."
"You made it last long, Eric," I said to him. "A long build-up makes for a hotter orgasm."
"Just remember that although I've still got my skin, I wasn't able to do for you what that buddy sleeve did. Even if I'd been able to slide my skin completely over your heads, my skin is smooth. It doesn't have those studs inside it."
"You're right, Eric," I said. "Those studs made it really more intense."
"Feeling your cock-head against mine made it really hot for me," added Mike. This was the first time I've felt another guy's helmet against mine while we were both coming."
"Me, too," I said. "I felt your tip throb, and then your hot juice shot into my hole."
"Well, since I never docked anybody, I'd like to feel the sensation of going head to head with one of you inside that buddy sleeve," Eric proposed.
"I think that those studs inside the sleeve would make your sensitive tip blast off in only a second or two," I told him.
"Well, we'll have to see," he replied.
"Can you be here next Saturday, Eric? I'd be glad to share the buddy sleeve with you, and so would Mike."
"Can do," he assured me.
The following Saturday Eric arrived and was surprised not to find Mike with me.
"He's going to be out of town for a couple of weeks," I explained. "Business." I led him to the bedroom where I'd already spread a towel on the bed, and removed my bathrobe. Eric stripped down, and within a minute was facing me on the bed. His fingers quickly found my glans and began a rhythmic squeezing to make my cock-root throb. This always made me hard within a minute. I rolled the nipple of his foreskin between thumb and forefinger, provoking a reaction from his prick. Now I reached for the buddy sleeve and squirted some Astroglide into it.
"I think you'd better let me work you up for a while before I put my cock in there," Eric told me. "Mine is more sensitive, and I know I'll come faster than you." He took the sleeve from me and slipped it onto my prick, working it in long strokes the entire length of my shaft and glans. Eric's prick was hard now, and it took only a occasional squeeze of his glans to maintain his erection.
The rings of studs massaged my prick, bumping over my corona and compressing the nerve endings as well as rubbing my gee-string underneath. They also stimulated the skin between the head and the scar ring behind it, also a sensitive area of my prick. I felt a tightening in my scrotum, and heard Eric commenting on this:
"Your balls are drawing up, Jack. You're getting close, and I think I should join you in there." I drew his foreskin back to bare his red strawberry-shaped glans, and he slipped his prick into the tube until the end of his glans touched my helmet. We lay still, tip to tip, as he ran the tube back and forth over our pricks. I held his prick at its base, keeping his foreskin back from his glans.
"How do those studs feel to you?" I asked, wondering how long it would take him to reach his peak.
They feel so hot, so intense," he whispered to me, and I knew that his prick was receiving sensation as it never had before. The smooth inner lining of his foreskin could not match the inside of the buddy sleeve. I looked down and saw that both our tips were getting darker, and I felt his glans becoming harder and more engorged as it pressed against mine.
"Your tip's turning a deeper red, Eric," I pointed out. "Mine's getting darker too, and swelling even more, like yours." I saw Eric's eyes close as he became carried away by the intensity of the sensations, and heard his breathing become more rapid. So did mine, and I knew we wouldn't be talking any more now, not until we'd both creamed copiously.
Both of us were grunting as we climbed the final slope to ecstasy, and his eyes closed an instant before mine did. My helmet was tingling, I was ready to release my load but knew he'd beat me to it. It came just as I'd expected it.
His body shuddered, his hard tip throbbed against mine, and he cried out helplessly as his first discharge splashed against my helmet dome, flooding the space between us. He grunted loudly as I felt another throb against my glans and another hot stream poured over me. Now the hot tingle in my tip exploded, shooting down my shaft to start the heavy pounding deep inside me. His third stream jetted forth just as my first one did, mixing together inside the sleeve.
Now we were both grunting and gasping, enthralled by the delicious sensations flowing through our pricks. The heat of our discharges against the tender surface of my helmet heightened my excitement, and stream after hot stream of thick cream seared its way up my tube. Our prick-tips were awash in hot sperm.
My jets were still spurting strongly as Eric's began to weaken because my orgasm had begun later than his. His throbs were weaker and then subsided as mine were still going strong. Finally, mine stopped as well because I'd drained myself. We lay very still as the after-shock or orgasm hit us, and we sank into a daze as our bodies relaxed and our breathing slowed. Slowly our pricks shrank and went limp.
"That was quite an experience," Eric said after several minutes. The studs inside that sleeve were really stimulating, but feeling your big tip throbbing against mine was super." He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
"There's more to come, Eric," I assured him. Wait until Mike gets back. You can do this with him too."
The end