Eric's Problem

From: Jack Santoro

Eric and I had worked for the same company for 10 years and had survived several retrenchments, down-sizing, and reductions in force, probably because we were very good at our jobs. Company politics being what they were, only our competence kept us employed, because we weren't attached to any of the power cliques that seemed to determine company policy. In short, we were too low on the totem pole to be chummy with the executives who decided the future of the company.

We were both field engineers who went out regularly to visit customers and help maintain their sophisticated computer systems. Our company's computers had many problems, which was another reason we remained employed. These machines were really inferior to those made by the competition because of poor quality control. The reason many companies and government agencies had had them installed was that our sales department obtained orders by bribing purchasing agents and executives involved in buying decisions. Another way of putting it is that, unofficially, our company had people on the payroll that weren't on the books.

Eric and I often were sent to fix a problem together because we worked well as a team and our skills complemented each other's. Eric was the software engineer and I worked with the hardware. This trip sent us to Tyson's Corner, Virginia, where a government agency had one of its departments in this affluent Washington suburb. One rumor had it that a certain Congressman had affiliations with the company we were to visit the 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, of course, because if we knew we could have fixed the problem with a phone call. We checked into our hotel, ate dinner, and braced ourselves for the next 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 for an 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 at all, as we enjoyed sleeping snuggled up against each other. I loved the feel of Eric's warm body against mine, and he felt the same way.

We were both in our early 30s, divorced, and Bisexual. Neither marriage had resulted in children, which was just as well, given the nature of the world in which we would have had to raise them. We were about 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 out above the shaft, and flared upward delightfully at the top. I saw that like my heavy-ended prick, it swung from side to side as he walked. It was pinkish-gray in color, with a dry, leathery texture, the result of its protective foreskin having been removed at birth. A thick brown scar ring 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 the last of our clothing. "I like the way the big head shows through that skin. I like the way the skin hangs down an inch beyond the end." Eric envied my long, pendulous foreskin, fervently wishing he hadn't been deprived of his.

"That's okay, Eric," I said. "I'm happy to share it with you." 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 his helmet inside my warm hood to bring both of us to shuddering orgasms that left us weak and drained.

"I'm glad you're like that, Jack. I'm really turned on by a guy with skin." I understood his feeling. Having been without a foreskin since infancy, he was fascinated and strongly turned on by a penis equipped with one. This affected our sexual relationship, because although his prick was less sensitive than mine, the turn-on of handling my natural one was very powerful, driving his excitement so that he often came not long after I did. He'd told me that solitary masturbation was often very frustrating for him because he had to rub hard to attain orgasm. However, the psychic stimulation he derived from my prick, with its generous foreskin, enhanced his arousal when we were together. Even now, he was becoming hard simply from gazing at my foreskin.

Of course, my foreskin loves attention, and my prick was responding even before we got to the touching stage. His hot eyes made my foreskin tingle in an intangible way, and I felt the rush of blood in my prick. We were almost hard even before we touched each other. I felt his warm fingers close around the end of my prick, gently sliding my foreskin back and forth, and this completed my arousal. Within seconds I was hard. Reciprocating, I reached down to squeeze his big helmet between thumb and forefinger, and I felt his prick throb in response as his crotch muscles tightened with each squeeze.

We were both "growers," not "showers." Our pricks were small when soft, about three inches most of the time. Of course, my long foreskin nipple added about an inch to my length. Hard, they doubled in size to about six inches, just average. The core of my prick expanded to fill most of my foreskin.

His touch had its effect on me. Not only did it immediately firm up my erection, it produced a light tingle in the helmet through the foreskin. I felt a slight spasm deep in the root of my prick, and knew that a drop of lubricant had begun crawling up my tube. I pulled Eric to me and kissed him on the lips.” It’s so good to be with you," I said as I pulled him down to sit on the bed. "I never felt this good with my wife."

"I feel the same way," he replied as he nuzzled my neck. "It's not just physical, Jack. I really feel comfortable with you. I never felt this comfortable with Marie." Our fingers were still wrapped around each others' pricks, adding to our excitement. The mutual confession of emotional intimacy made our physical arousal more vivid and intense.

Luckily for Eric, his circumcision hadn't been tight. I'd seen some tightly-cut pricks that I could describe only as "raped" or "plundered," with absolutely no slackness in the shaft skin. Now I grasped the shaft behind the head, and pulled the slack skin up to bump against his sexy rim. This light stroke gave him friction on the many nerve endings in his thick flaring corona, but it also compressed the rim to stimulate the deep-seated nerve endings inside it. I knew that the rim was the most sensitive part of his penis, and that the thick strip of tissue under the head, the gee-string, was second. Fortunately, the doctor who'd clipped him hadn't removed the gee-string, as some do. Now I lightly flicked my forefinger over his gee-string as I continued to stroke 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 fingertip touched my slit, and I felt my prick jerk. Eric always enjoyed slipping his finger inside my hood to feel the wet and slippery helmet.

Now I felt a tightness as Eric's warm fingers drew my foreskin down. The narrow orifice pressed against the blunt nose of my glans, before stretching to fit over the contours. The sliding friction added to the pressure to heighten my excitement. "I love to watch the skin stretch when I pull it down over the head," Eric said as he stroked my foreskin up and then down again, this time pulling it farther to bare my helmet to the rim. "It's really stretched now," he added as he held the ring of foreskin poised on the edge of my corona. Now he released it and my hood began sliding forward down 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 a finger lightly around his corona, and I felt Eric's body tense against mine. He grasped my penis again, firmly around the head, and pulled my foreskin all the way back, so that it crested the ridge and snapped down into 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 contours striking, but the groove behind my flaring rim was filled with the thick fleshy ring of foreskin.

"Your rim doesn't look as big as mine, but when I do this…." he trailed off as he pulled my foreskin down farther to bare the groove completely.”See, without the skin against it your rim is just like mine, just as high." My foreskin was now partly inverted on the shaft behind the head, held firmly by Eric's strong fingers. "Your prick's really nice," I said as I now began to twist his shaft-skin lightly as I bumped it against his flaring rim. `Your balls are getting tight." Both of us had average, medium scrotums, and we both responded to excitement by our balls pulling up tightly against our bodies.

"I know you're very sensitive right here on the rim, with all those little bumps," Eric said as he ran the forefinger of his other hand lightly around my wet and lubricated corona. "Those little bumps contain the nerve endings." Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my glans, fueling my fire.

"Yes, you're right," I whispered as Eric's insistent caresses around my corona brought me to a new level of excitement. I felt the rush of new blood in my helmet, stretching the thin mucus membrane tightly.

"Your tip's getting harder and swelling more. It's turning darker 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 the right side until he reached the triangular groove under the head. Now he strummed my gee-string, flicking his fingertip back and forth across it, knowing that each stroke sent fresh hot sensations into the nerve endings.

"Ohhhhh," I whispered, captivated by the intense sensations. I leaned against Eric as he worked his magic with my prick, hitting all the sensitive spots. Now he worked his way up the other side until he came to the flare on top. Now I felt his finger touching the teardrop shaped orifice at the top of my helmet, finding a drop of lubricant and spreading 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 to bump 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 cream pumping out of your helmet." He continued his rhythmic pumping, keeping a 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 of his straight shaft, compressing the veins to make his prick larger and more rigid. I knew that my concentration would be focused on the thrilling sensations in my prick, and that clamping it tightly was the only thing I could do right then. I slumped against Eric as my eyes closed, knowing that he'd force the load from my body within the next few moments.

My breathing was shallow and ragged with my excitement. Now I felt a pleasant, intense tickle begin where his fingertip kept circling my front dome. The tickle grew more intense and spread to my rim, where he was compressing the many nerve endings with the thick ring of my foreskin. I began moaning as my excitement built, and now I was moaning loudly 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 my glans to make my corona slippery as he continued to rub and bump my foreskin 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 the storm broke.

"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as a sudden jolt of sensation shot down my shaft to the root, triggering the heavy pounding of my orgasm. I felt the first torrent of hot liquid searing its way up my shaft to slam though the lips of my gaping slit. My hot, tingling glans throbbed with the pulse of orgasm, and now another contraction seized my cock-root to force another jet up my tube.

I cried out helplessly as my prick throbbed in release, sending another spurt of cream into the air. My entire world was in my prick as it throbbed and spurted, giving me joyous release. Another heavy pulse shot through the base of my shaft as the third stream of cream surged up my urethra, making me cry out again. Now I felt Eric remove his fingertip from my glans, and his fist drew my foreskin down tightly, keeping the nerve endings inside the fleshy sleeve stretched to maintain my sensations. He knew my tip became overly sensitive during orgasm, and he stopped the friction as the fourth contraction coursed through my groin. I felt the throb through my entire glans and shaft as the fiery liquid burned its way up my tube on its way outside.

The next throb was weaker and the following one weaker yet, as my orgasm began to fade. I was still in a state of bliss, although my pulses were not as intense. Now they stopped, but I could still feel hot liquid seeping up my tube and out my gaping slit. Eric's fingertip pressed into my 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 my slit. 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 myself torpid, sinking into the daze that overtakes me following ejaculation. I stayed that way for a minute or so, until I was fully conscious again. I remembered that my fingers were still clamped around his shaft, and that he was waiting for me to bring on his climax.

I reached for the jar of Abilene, Eric's favorite lube because it'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 well lubricated, I began stroking his prick in long, loving strokes that hit every surface and every nerve ending.

"That was great, Jack, feeling your cock throbbing in my fingers while the cream poured out of you. That was so hot that if you'd been stroking me like you are now I would have shot right then." I continued to stroke him, now adding a slight twist as I massaged his rim because I knew that the sideways friction added to his excitement.

"Now your helmet's getting harder between my fingers," I commented. "It's getting darker too." Eric had a glazed look in his eyes as my stimulation was taking effect, and I knew all of his attention was drawn to his rigid helmet and shaft. A drop of his lube parted the lips 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 my fist slid over it. I gave his helmet a hard twist as my other fist gripped his shaft, delivering a "snake-bite" effect that we both knew was intense. He began to grunt with each stroke, and I knew the magic moment was only seconds away. He was already primed from bringing on and watching my orgasm, and ready for his own release.

Now I pumped his shaft with my left hand while continuing the rotating motion around his glans with my right. The friction added to the heat, and his helmet was hot in my hand as I worked on it. His grunting became louder, and now his body began to tremble. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" came from his lips as I felt his prick throb in my hands. An instant later a thick white stream erupted from his long slit to arc onto my thigh. Eric's hips bucked as a second gush shot from his tip, this time landing on my groin. I heard him cry out again as another hot ejaculation poured from his straining purple tip. I didn't relent, because I knew his circumcised tip wouldn't be getting overly sensitive the way mine did. I twisted my fist harder, also squeezing his overheated glans, to give him more sensations, and was rewarded by another 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 still seeped from his long slit. I leaned forward to lick it off as I slipped a finger 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 me as he relaxed. I grabbed some tissues and wiped the cream from our bodies.

When he opened his eyes he kissed me on the lips. I hugged him to me and kissed his neck before I spoke:

"It was great making you come," I began. "I get the same thrill out of making you come that you do from it. I felt your prick throb with each 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 shower and get ready for bed."

The following morning we went to work. The computer system we were supposed to repair was in a dilapidated building, and seemed to be in a similar state of disrepair. Some of the screens and printers were not working, and many workstations could not communicate with each other. The hardware was my problem, and I set about replacing the defective components. The communications problem was another matter. Eric said some of the software must have become corrupted, causing an interface breakdown. That was his problem, and he set about getting into the system through a "back door" password to gain access to all components. He set about the laborious task of examining the files in each work station to find the problems. I'd ordered out several cases of replacements, and as I identified each piece of malfunctioning hardware, I either repaired it or, most of the time, replaced it. Our products were so junky that they usually couldn't be repaired, so we replaced them and charged the costs to the customer. Our warranty had so many loopholes and exceptions that it 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 the tensions 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 bent over my crotch. I felt his fingers lifting my prick to vertical and a moment later his hot tongue-tip was probing into the nipple of my foreskin. I pulled him down next to me in a "69" position and clasped his prick. We rarely did the same thing twice in a row. This evening it would be oral sex. I held his big glans between to fingers, stabilizing it while my tongue-tip probed his long slit. I felt his tongue-tip tracing circles around my slit under the foreskin, sending shock waves of sensation into my glans. It didn't take long until we were fully erect, and I locked my lips in the deep groove behind his corona while my tongue worked systematically around his helmet. I tasted the salty flavor of his lube as it seeped from his slit, lubricating my tongue.

I felt his tongue probing deeper into my hood, stretching the nerve endings as it distended it. His tongue-tip caressed my high flaring rim and then worked down to the underside, lapping at my gee-string. His scrotum 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 my corona until it snapped down into the groove behind it. He pushed my foreskin back even farther until his lips locked tightly into the groove, caressing its nerve endings while his tongue worked over every contour of my helmet.

Meanwhile, I twisted my lips around his corona, and then worked back along the taper of his glans until my lips were puckered over the front dome and around his slit. I pushed my tongue-tip into his slit, against tasting the saltiness of his natural secretion. Now I engulfed his helmet again, right to the groove, and worked my tongue sideways across the broad upper surface of his helmet. I felt Eric's fingers clamping around the base of my shaft, and the blood that surged into my prick was unable to escape. I felt my shaft harden further and my helmet swell with excitement as he caressed the corona with his tongue. With his glans filling my mouth, I began moaning. So did he, the vibrations titillating the nerve endings in my helmet and inducing a hot tingle. Now I felt his teeth lightly scraping the top of my glans and the gee-string underneath, hitting the deep-seated nerve endings. This sent hard shock waves of sensation piercing my helmet and triggering my orgasm.

With his glans filling my mouth, I was breathing hard and grunting through my nose as my prick responded to his stimulation. A hard contraction deep inside me sent the first wave of cream hurtling up my tube to erupt into his mouth. I felt the squeezing around my helmet as he struggled to swallow my ejaculation, and this triggered another eruption of hot juice that seared its way up my straining urethra and slammed through 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 of hot lava gushed up my prick. My hips bucked as I tried to thrust my prick deeper into his mouth, the sensitive and swollen helmet pushing into the back of his throat. More spasms followed, until I was drained and spent.

When my awareness of my surroundings returned I heard Eric's voice:

"I loved the way your cock was throbbing in my mouth. You almost drowned me with your come." My prick was rapidly softening, and Eric was using his fingertip to force the residual cream up my urethra, licking away each drop as it emerged. His prick was still in my mouth, and now I resumed working on it. I clamped my fist around his shaft to constrict the veins as he'd done to me. I felt his glans lose its spongy feel and become harder.

Now I twisted my head to give him the benefit of the delicious sideways friction that I knew was very stimulating to him, and felt a responsive throb in his prick. I heard him start to moan as the intense sensations washed over him, driving him toward the brink. Now after a minute of friction around his flaring corona, I used my teeth to scrape the surface of his helmet and his gee-string lightly, and this triggered his climax.

He grunted loudly as I felt his hot hard helmet throb hard in my mouth. The thick gush that poured from his slit shot into the back of my mouth, the salty taste filling my taste buds and the odor of chlorine filling my nostrils. I swallowed hard just as his glans throbbed again, sending another torrent of hot cream pouring into my throat. His helmet hammered against my tongue and palate as he shot again, grunting in joyful agony at the intensity of his sensations. Now I sucked hard on his throbbing helmet, adding suction as well as friction to draw the juice from his straining body. Another heavy stream of cream filled my mouth as his glans throbbed in response. The fingers I had clamping his veins felt each pulse in his urethra as he discharged.

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 tip didn't become overly sensitive the way mine did. When the pulses had stopped, there was still a slight seepage from his slit, which I carefully licked before removing my mouth. Now I used my fingertip to push the residue up his shaft, pursing my lips on the shrinking front dome of his helmet to catch it all and not waste a drop.

We lay together for a couple of minutes before he revived, and when he did he pulled the foreskin forward on my prick to blanket my helmet once more. In our mutual excitement we'd forgotten about this.

We didn't speak, or need to speak, as we went into the bathroom to shower. We'd hardly said anything during our "69" session, mainly because our mouths were full, but we were so in tune with each other that often words were unnecessary. Actually, most of the time when we described our sensations to each other, it was because we knew that dialog added to our excitement. We knew that we could sit across from one another and that without touching, bring each other to full excitement just by describing our feelings and observations.

After we'd showered and dried ourselves, we returned to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, after a quick breakfast, we returned to the work site. I performed a final check on the hardware while Eric continued to labor through the software. Near the end of the day the director of the facility approached Eric and asked him to come 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 I wasn't allowed. He'd seen my activity on his work station, which monitored the activity of the entire facility. He said he was going to report me to my company. You know what pricks the bosses are. They'd fire me in a heartbeat out of sheer expediency."

"What was classified?" I asked, in pure disbelief. This wasn't a branch of a military or intelligence agency.

"You know the Congressman we've heard about. Well, he comes to this department every week, supposedly on an inspection trip. Actually, one of the terminals here is for his exclusive use, and it's kept in a locked office. He's got the only key. I was checking the files in his terminal remotely through the back door to see if any were corrupted. Guess what? He uses it to send e-mails to boy prostitutes, and sometimes gets together with them in his car or a motel room." This sudden revelation answered a lot of questions about how and why our company had received large orders for our products. The Congressman was a main stockholder. He sat on the Appropriations Committee. The government agency depended on his good will for funding. Providing him with a computer terminal bought his good will. It also provided the agency director with the prospect of blackmail. I was sure that the department director kept a copy of all his e-mails.

If the Congressman failed to play ball, the director might well call a press conference and announce that a routine inspection had revealed a substantial quantity of child porn and e-mails to minor boys on a terminal to which only the Congressman had access. Delivered with a properly sanctimonious note in the director's voice, the scandalous announcement would send the Congressman's career crashing into the flames. 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 people would go to protect their guilty secrets, and I might get caught in the hassle as well. Shit!

"Get those files here," I told Eric. "I've got to see them, or at least duplicate them."

I felt I had to take out some insurance, so when Eric brought up the files containing the Congressman's messages on the screen, I plugged a "jump-drive" into the USB port on the back of the computer. I took over the keyboard and downloaded all of the incriminating messages, feeling that they might be lifesavers one day soon. I slipped the jump drive, which was about the size of a cigarette lighter, into my pocket just as the director came storming over to us.

"Goddamn it! I told you to stay out of those fucking files! I was monitoring 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 asses hung!" His dismissal was compelling, and we got the fuck out of there.

We were both angry and confused, as well as scared. It was clear that our work at this address was finished, and possibly our work everywhere as well, so we made reservations to fly out the next day. Meanwhile, we decided that we'd eat a substantial dinner, a sort of condemned man's last meal. After the meal and a lot of drinks, we drove back to the motel and collapsed into bed, too exhausted and drunk to do anything but sleep.

I was the first awake the next morning, and went quietly about my work. I'd had an idea during the night, something that would enhance my insurance policy. I copied the contents of the jump drive onto several CDs, and placed them in envelopes I addressed to a trusted friend with a note asking him to mail the CDs to the FBI and to several major news outlets if anything happened to me. Then I woke Eric and told him what I'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 the mysterious deaths that have happened during the last few years. Remember that lawyer in the Clinton administration the cops found shot dead in Rock Creek Park? The official word was suicide, but who knows? Maybe he knew too much." Eric shook his head.

"You might be right," he replied. "I hate to think it might be so, but I guess it's better to be safe than sorry. Hell, we might be both safe and sorry anyway."

"Now our problem is to make sure that the people who make the important 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 the flight home."

"Speaking of the flight home, it doesn't leave until two o'clock. We've got a little time to kill until then."

"That dinner last night was pretty heavy. I'm not hungry. Are you?" I asked.

"No, I'm not either, so there's no point in going out for breakfast. There's something else we can do," he suggested. We were both still naked and he came to the couch where I was sitting and began rolling the nipple of my long foreskin between two fingers. I gave his helmet several firm squeezes and soon we were hard. I clasped him to me and kissed him on the lips.

"I know you're still tense over what happened yesterday, and I know just how to relieve that tension," I suggested. Eric nodded and I walked him over to the bed.

"You're going to dock me," he guessed shrewdly. I kissed him on the 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 lay facing each other, still clasping each other's pricks. I worked the slack skin of his shaft to bump against his prominent ridge, and he lovingly slid my long foreskin back and forth in short strokes, never uncovering my glans but stimulating its full length.

"I measured my tip once, and I know its 1 7/8" long," he said. "That's pretty long compared to a lot of guys and I know yours is about the same size. I still don't understand how you can get the heads of both our cocks inside your skin."

"You're right," I answered. "We've got pretty long heads, but I've got a pretty long foreskin, and anyway it stretches a lot. We've done it before, so you know it works." Eric snuggled up closer to me so that the front dome of his helmet touched my foreskin's pucker. Now he pushed my hood back and his glans kissed mine.

"This is what I love," he breathed heavily. "I love going head to head with you." He thrust forward slightly and his hard head compressed the front dome of my helmet. Now I clasped my foreskin and began slipping it over his helmet, blanketing his glans until my foreskin covered his prick down to the neck of his shaft. He began to thrust gently, sliding his glans inside my hood and pressing the two front domes together.

"Maybe we can come together this time," I said. "I've already peed, so I don't have a full bladder. You haven't yet, so that added tension might make your prick more sensitive."

"If you keep squeezing my rim the way you're doing, I might be able to keep up with you," he answered.

"You do the thrusting," I urged. That increases your muscular tension and speeds up your orgasm." I remained still, maintaining my grip on my foreskin and compressing his corona as he thrust. Our excitement increased and my attention increasingly focused on our pricks, connected at 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 almost like being a part of you." He kept thrusting with a steady rhythm, fueling our mutual passion. Each thrust compressed my front dome, and I felt the sensations building there as I kept the pressure on his corona moving 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 mine it's a little more intense."

"I'm getting a tickle in the rim, where your fingers are squeezing it," he said. Now the tickle I was feeling had spread all over my glans, because although I was lying still, his thrusts were moving my foreskin 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 come together."

"I think we can," I replied. "I'm going to twist my foreskin over your rim. That's going to make it hotter for you." As I spoke I began twisting my foreskin, delivering the delicious sideways friction that he craved. His eyes widened, telling me that it was working. "I can feel 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 my tip will make me come." I was so focused on the feelings in my helmet that I could only whisper:

"When my glans starts tingling, I'll be only a second away."

My breathing had become shallow and rapid, as had his. He kept thrusting, but slowed his pace, and I felt he wanted the feeling of anticipation to last. I kept the same pressure on his corona as I twisted my hood because I truly wanted us to share the magic moment, climbing the peak together and exploding simultaneously.

Now we were both grunting as our excitement neared the brink, the point of no return. I felt that Eric was slipping over the edge when he began thrusting harder and faster, his body on automatic, driving towards his climax.

"I'm tingling," I grunted as I felt my glans swelling impossibly, aching for release. Eric grunted hard and I felt his hot hard helmet throb against mine, giving me the final jolt of sensation to send me flying over the edge. The shock wave of sensation shot down my shaft to the root, and my first hot jet met his as he discharged simultaneously with 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 from between the lips of my slit, and our juices spread over the front domes of our helmets. He thrust into me again, shooting his third hot load as my prick throbbed in response and released another torrent, inflating my foreskin further.

Now the hot juices had begun leaking around the edge of my distended hood, spilling onto his shaft and the sheet. My fleshy hood slipped out from under my fingers, baring his rim, and now I had direct contact between my fingers and his corona. I gave it a twist, making him cry out loudly in joyful agony as he blasted another hot stream against my glans and into my foreskin.

We each shot several more loads, each weaker than the last, until we were exhausted. Our pricks began to soften as we clung to each other tenderly and lovingly. His tip was still inside my hood as our combined loads continued to leak from around the edge of my foreskin.

I mailed the CDs at the airport post office and then we boarded our flight. We didn't say much on the way home, and I hadn't come up with an idea to protect our jobs and our safety.

We reported to the office the following morning, and found that the manager of our section had left work with my secretary that he wanted to see us both, pronto. His secretary ushered us in immediately, without the ten-minute wait he usually imposed on us as if to prove how busy and important he was.

"I got a call the other day," he began, but he didn't appear angry 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? What happened?" I explained the events to him, and he didn't seem at all disturbed. He asked Eric a few perfunctory questions and then slapped his hand on the desk.

"I thought that was it," he said. "The director who phoned me was really torqued out of shape, and what I already knew of the Congressman's proclivities rounded out the picture. You have a copy of the e-mails?" I'd brought them with me as I knew I'd need them, and I took the jump drive out of my pocket and placed it in his hand. He slipped it into the USB port on the back of his desktop and began scanning the files, occasionally chuckling. I was puzzled by his reaction, but didn't say anything.

"Well, this is about what I'd expected," he said after a few minutes. "There have been rumors about the old bastard for years, but nothing concrete. You know this guy has a wife and family, and that he's also 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, it couldn't have worked out better," he continued. "You know that our business is based on a certain degree of say, mutual cooperation between the government, the Congressman, and the vendor, that's us." He was alluding to the mutual corruption that kept our company afloat. He went on:

"I think that now that we have real evidence against the old fucker the future of our company is assured for the foreseeable future. In fact, this evidence also reflects on the department where you were the last few days. The director would be in deep doo-doo if it came out that a member of Congress was regularly making unauthorized use of his facilities, especially for stuff like this." I was surprised the meeting was 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 protect ourselves.

"No, sir," I replied.

"Where are the other copies?" he asked. I remained silent at this 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 hot potato and you're worried about your jobs and your futures. Well, you don't have to worry. You dropped a priceless piece of information into my hands. Anyway, since we've now got a lock on the contract, you'll be going back there many times in the future to service their equipment. Meanwhile, take the rest of the week off." He stood, and we left the office.

Eric came with me to my apartment as it was closer to our workplace 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. I thought we were going to get shit-canned," I replied. "You really think there's nothing to worry about?" he persisted.

"No, I didn't say that," I responded. "There's still some danger. That Congressman might still want to shut us up, although that would be pointless at this stage. The problem is that there are those copies floating around, and he doesn't know where they are. He might figure we'd left them with a friend, which we have, and that tracing our friends would lead him to the copies. This is stretching it a bit, but I think we ought to leave copies with someone else, someone who doesn't know us."

"But you already mailed off the copies yesterday at the airport," 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've never had any dealings with, and leave the copies with him, with suitable instructions." Eric seemed relieved at my explanation.

"Oh, yeah, one more thing," I went on. "We'll pay the lawyer'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 body tense from the last couple of days' anxieties. Suddenly we were taking each others' clothes off, eager to get naked and feel flesh against flesh. I felt the rush of blood into my prick.

Within 30 seconds we were nude and I saw that your pricks were already half hard. We held each other tightly, our pricks pressed together between us, as they filled out completely. We kissed and then backed off slightly. I looked down and saw Eric's helmet pointed up at me, his long slit already seeping clear fluid. I reached down and dipped my finger into the large drop that had formed and brought it to my lips, savoring its slippery, salty taste. Eric pushed his fingertip into the wrinkled, end of my foreskin, which was still covering the head with a puckered overhang. His other hand stabilized the end of my prick while his fingertip drove deeper into the wet, slippery tube. I felt the rough end of his finger touch my orifice and my prick jerked in response. "I love your cock, I just love your cock," he murmured as his finger probed deeper, now working around my helmet inside my foreskin. I squeezed the head of his prick and said:

"I love yours too, Eric. I want to make it shoot and give you relief."

"I want to be close to you when we come, Jack," he said, a note of urgency in his voice.

"Let's get a condom on you and we will," I replied. We were going to do "Princeton" this time, which allowed us to come simultaneously. I squirted a few drops of Astroglide into a magnum sized condom and unrolled it down his glans and shaft. The large size would give him adequate room for thrusting and sliding after he'd placed his prick between my thighs.

I lay on the bed on my left side, facing away from him. As I raised my right leg to let him slide his prick between my thighs I placed a towel in front of me to catch my cream when I let go. I felt his hardness sliding along my perineum until the head touched my scrotum, which was already tight, and then I lowered my leg, firmly clasping his prick between my thighs.

"Let me get hold of you," he said as I felt his arm come over my body and his warm fingers wrap around my penis. Now he began thrusting slowly 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 my helmet, delicious sensations filled my body and I sighed with delight.

"Take your time, Eric," I urged. "I know you want to shoot your load but the orgasm's always more intense after a long build-up." We both knew this, but I wanted to remind him because he seemed driven at the moment, and I wanted him to enjoy the ride. I guessed that, at this moment, 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 deep inside me told me that the root of my prick was releasing drops of lubricant that slowly crawled up my urethra and emerged from my teardrop shaped orifice to lubricate my foreskin. His gentle fingers continued to work my foreskin, but now in longer strokes that uncapped my glans as he drew the hood all the way back behind the flaring rim. I felt it snap as he slid it forward, bumping over my corona, and pushed it to once more blanket my head. "Oh, this feels good," he whispered into my ear. I felt his hot hard prick sliding back and forth between my thighs, the latex-enclosed helmet touching my scrotum with each push. His fingers skillfully worked my foreskin in full-length strokes he knew I enjoyed. A film of sweat formed 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 scraping against me."

"I can feel your tip through the skin," he said. "Your big flare on top's getting harder." The tension was suddenly overpowering, and I knew we wouldn't last much longer. On the other hand, our urgency would make our orgasms deeper and more powerful. "You're getting close, aren't you?" I asked. His reply was to thrust faster into me. His fingers tightened on my prick, delivering a deep and satisfying friction into my engorged helmet and foreskin. I heard his breathing becoming shallow and faster as his excitement mounted, and the action on my prick did the same to me.

"I'm going to make you come first," he said as his strokes grew more rapid. He was snapping my foreskin back, riding over the rim and down into the deep groove behind my corona, and then pushing forward to compress the nerve endings in my rim and bringing it fully up over my glans. At the top of his stroke he gave it a twist, which he knew stretched 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 come too." I knew I could increase the friction on his prick, particularly the rim, by tightening the pressure of my thighs and I could also press a couple of fingers into the triangular groove under his head to give him friction on his gee-string. This ensured that his orgasm would follow the onset of mine by a couple of seconds at most.

"I'm getting a tickle in the rim," he said as he tightened his grip on my foreskin. Now I too felt a tickle in my rim, and when he twisted my hood on the up-stroke a pleasant tickle began in the bulbous front dome of my helmet.

"I'll be feeling the tingle any second," I muttered as my eyes closed. The tension in my body was such that I knew I was very close, and I positioned my right hand on my thigh so that I could quickly reach in and 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 back and forth forcefully, and the tickle in my glans changed into a sudden hot 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 underside of his driving prick. The first rush of hot lava seared its way up my urethra and spilled out, giving me the first rush of relief. I felt his prick throb hard between my thighs as he grunted heavily, and I knew he was also on his way, the blissful sensations overwhelming his consciousness.

Our bodies strained together as another wave of orgasm broke over us, our pricks throbbing in release. I felt the pulse in his urethra as he shot again, at the same time as the second hot torrent erupted between the lips of my slit. Eric drove into me, caught up in the frenzy of his orgasm, as my prick blasted another load. This time my foreskin was all the way forward and my jet shot through its puckered nipple before emerging into the air.

Eric's prick shot again on the forward thrust, and now he snapped my foreskin back hard, completely baring my throbbing helmet as it spit another load. He kept my foreskin back as my prick continued to throb in release, while he continued thrusting, draining himself completely as he grunted and sobbed behind me. The final shock wave went through our bodies, and now we were still, peacefully enjoying the descent into our dazed state. After a minute his prick had softened and I turned around, reaching between us to slip my foreskin fully forward before hugging him fully and tightly. That's how we fell asleep, contented and secure in each other's arms.