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Brad Introduces Himself

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Brad Introduces Himself by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)The phone call from Fred had been brief. He’d informed me that he’d be unable to make it that Saturday because his company required him to go out of town, but that Brad, whom he had promised to bring with him, would be able to come. I asked for Brad’s e-mail address so that I might send him directions, and apparently this had worked because Brad rang my bell at exactly eight that Saturday morning. I was fully dressed in shirt and slacks when I opened the door, as this was our first meeting. I also had to consider the possibility that, as I’d never met Brad, I might open the door to someone else, and being naked could cause an embarrassing scene. “Hello, I’m Brad.” Brad greeted me with a warm smile, and I saw that he had a round face and full lips ahead of beautiful teeth. He was about my height, six feet, and appeared to be in the same age bracket as I, early forties. He was blond and had blue eyes, unlike my brown hair and eyes, and I wondered if he was blond elsewhere on his body as well. “Fred told me you always have lots of coffee,” he said as I ushered him in. “I guess he told you all about it,” I countered. “I hope you like coffee.”“Love it,” he said as he followed me into the kitchen. “Fred also told me you’ve got a foreskin. I really groove on foreskins. They’re so versatile, and you can do so much with them.” “Yup, I’ve got a foreskin. I hope you do too.” I didn’t know much about Brad, only the little that Fred had told me on the phone when he’d explained that an old friend of his would like to meet me, and he hadn’t briefed me on Brad’s anatomical details because he’d been in a hurry.“I’ve got a foreskin, a pretty big one. I guess Fred didn’t tell you. If you don’t mind, maybe we should strip down right now, to get acquainted.” This seemed to be a good idea to my direct way of thinking, and I nodded to Brad as I poured the coffee. He had his shoes off by the time I’d poured both cups, and he looked at me expectantly. I removed my shoes, and Brad came to stand in front of me. Taking the hint, I removed his shirt, and found he had a slight amount of blond hair on his chest. “You blond lower down too?” I asked.“Find out,” he urged, and I undid his belt and pushed his pants down to reveal white boxers, much like mine. Brad was well built, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, unlike my straight up-and-down silhouette. Although he lacked the intense and well-defined musculature that Fred sported, he was very attractive in his understated way. I pushed his boxers down, letting them slip down his thighs and fall to the floor. His penis protruded from a blond bush, arcing down over low-hangers.“You weren’t kidding when you said you had a foreskin,” I said. “Your hood is about two inches longer than your penis, soft. How about when it’s hard?” Brad had an ample, baggy foreskin, and it was obvious that he’d be able to dock me or any other male easily. The outline of his bulbous glans was visible through the loose hood, and I traced its corona with one finger.“I’ve got an overhang even with a hard-on,” Brad replied. “Did Fred tell you I’d been working on stretching it since I was a teen-ager?”“No, he told me almost nothing about you. I knew another guy who’d been stretching his foreskin, though.”“Yeah, Fred told me about him. I think his name’s Ben, although I never met him. I always had a lot of foreskin, and always wanted more since I found out all the nice things I could do with mine.” Brad sat in one of the kitchen chairs and pulled me to stand in front of him. His fingers quickly undid the buttons on my shirt, easing it down, and then he undid my belt. He slowly pushed my pants down, and seemed gratified to find that I also wore boxers.“Boxers don’t cramp my style,” he commented. “They’re comfortable for me, and I guess you like them too.” I picked up my coffee cup and sipped as Brad now eased my boxers down past my thighs.“My foreskin’s not as long as yours,” I said. My foreskin nipple extended only about an inch beyond my glans when I was soft. His fingers closed gently around the bulge of my helmet, and he gave it a couple of squeezes. “I’m sure it covers the head when you get hard,” he said. “I really like that. You’ve got a lot of skin to play with, like me, and you can get some pretty long strokes with it.”“I love having all that skin,” I replied. “You’re right about the long strokes, and I’m really glad you’re into foreskin because that means you know exactly what to do with one.” “My skin seems to bother doctors giving me physicals, though. They always ask me if it’s giving me any trouble, being that long, and they act surprised when I tell them no. A couple of them asked me to skin back while they watched, and they found it hard to believe it skins back all the way. They asked me if I wanted my skin shortened a bit.”“I’ve run into the same problem with knife-happy doctors,” I contributed. “At least two have asked me if I wanted to get circumcised. One told me hygiene would be a problem, and another tried the old cancer scare on me. It blew their minds when I told them I was comfortable with my penis exactly the way it was.” I sat in the other chair next to Brad. “I also ran into one cut guy, who told me that a cock without a foreskin looks nicer, more streamlined. I just pulled my skin back to show him that mine could look like his, but without the cutting. That ever happen to you?”“I ran into a guy like that too. He didn’t like the way my skin looked, but when I pulled it back he saw the head, and he really liked the way it looked, with the flaring rim. His head was small, like an acorn, and didn’t have that sexy flare. I think he was envious.” As we spoke, his fingers continued to palpate my glans through the fleshy envelope, and I felt the swelling begin. I grasped the long wrinkled nipple of his foreskin and began rolling it between thumb and forefinger. “How does this feel to you?” he asked as he released my swelling penis and began lightly running a fingertip around the forward edge of my foreskin. It still formed a pucker, but would begin to stretch as my glans pushed its way through it. “Nice,” I said, enjoying the subtle erotic sensations his fingertip touch was producing in my penis. I now began to pull his foreskin out away from his body, smoothing out its wrinkles, because I knew that stretching its nerve endings was very arousing. Brad sighed and said:“Oh, that feels nice too.” He emptied his cup and I poured more for both of us. Now his penis was fully hard, the body at about 6 ½”. The long foreskin extended at least an inch beyond the end of his glans. “Like to have that skin stretched back over the swollen head?” I asked as I began pushing the long flexible hood back over his glans.“I do,” he answered “I’m sure you do too.” Now mine was at its full six inch length, and I saw that we both had straight shafts, and each shaft had a big vein on the right side. I pushed his long foreskin back to stretch the opening over the round front dome of his glans. “Yours has a nice big head on it, and I really love that.” I pulled his hood forward as I spoke, then pushed it back to bare the purple glans half-way. I saw that he had an exceptionally long slit in the middle of the blunt nose of his glans, at least half an inch long. A drop of pre-coital mucus slipped from between the lips as I pulled the foreskin forward again to engulf the glans. “I’m going to skin you back slowly,” he said between sips. “I enjoy having that done to my skin and I’m sure you do too.” He drank more coffee, as I did, and I had to refill the cups before replying;“I do enjoy it, Brad. That slow stretchy feeling is so delicious.” We continued the slow back and forth stroking of each other’s foreskins, exposing more of the heads each cycle. Brad stretched mine back over the ridge, and it snapped down into the deep groove behind it.“I thought so. You’ve got a helmet under that hood. That looks really sexy.”“I’ll see what you’ve got in a minute,” I said. “You’ve got more skin, and it’s taking me longer to work it all back.” I pushed harder, and watched the long wrinkled foreskin tube stretch over Brad’s glans, riding over the high ridge, until it dropped into his groove to form a fleshy collar thicker than mine. Now the glorious purple head was bared to my inspection. “Looks like yours is bell-shaped,” I said.“You’re not the first to call it that,” Brad replied. “Your ridge sweeps forward underneath. Mine drops almost straight down and the flare goes down the sides too, not just on top.” He pushed back a bit harder on my skin, exposing the back face of my corona and the groove behind it, making my purple helmet stand out from the shaft. “You’ve got the same little bumps I do,” he said as he continued holding my skin back.“Yeah, they’re the nerve endings in my ridge,” I said as I pushed his thick foreskin ring back from the corona and inspected his ridge and groove. “I see yours now, but I’m not going to touch them yet. I don’t want you coming in my hand right now.”“I don’t want to come yet. We’ve got a lot to do before the home run.” He let my foreskin bunch up behind my ridge again, and I let go of his penis. We finished our cups and I poured yet more.“I’m sure you skin back to pee, don’t you? I do, except in the shower,” I said as I sugared my coffee.“I have to. With all that skin, I’d pee all over the floor and myself if I didn’t clear the slit.” I saw that another drop of lubricant had seeped from his slit, and run down to spread under his rolled-back foreskin. “Anyway, if I pee through my skin, a lot stays under the skin, and leaks out into my shorts afterward. If I skin back, it all goes down the drain.”“Yours stays back behind the ridge, I see.” His inverted foreskin was deep pink, contrasting with his purple bell shaped glans. “It doesn’t always lock back if I’m soft, though,” he said, “with all that skin. Sometimes I have to hold it back to pee.” “Mine always locks back, soft or hard,” I said. “I pee with it forward in the shower, though.”“Me, too,” he replied.” “When I do that, I pinch the end. You probably do that too.”“Yeah, I often do. It’s nice to feel the foreskin stretching with the pressure. Even when I don’t pinch the end, it feels good to feel the stream pouring out inside my skin.”“I often do the same when stroking my prick. Then I feel the hot cream stretching my skin. That’s my favorite way of jacking. My skin balloons out, and then when I let go, it just comes out in a big gush.” He slipped his foreskin forward to show me, and I watched fascinated as it slid smoothly down the tapered glans and his fingers pinched the pucker that formed in front. “I’d like to see that,” I said as I pulled my fleshy shroud forward to mask the helmet again.“Let’s put on a show for each other. Fred told me you did that together last weekend, and I think it would be a great way for us to get to know each other better.”“That’s a good way to start. I know I’d get turned on watching you stroke that beautiful penis.” Brad smiled warmly as I spoke, and I knew this would be a hot and gratifying morning for us.“Fred told me all about it a few days ago when he called me to say that he’d be going out of town. He got really turned on watching you stroke yourself because it’s so different from his favorite way. He told me you pull the skin all the way back to shoot. Fred and I keep it forward. I know I’d love to see the white cream squirting out of that big purple helmet, all skinned back.” It was clear that Brad was really into my penis, anticipating the thrill of watching my orgasm and the vicarious sensations. For my part, I wanted to watch him reach orgasm, and learn whether he howled or grunted, bucked his hips, or how otherwise his climax showed itself. “I’d like to watch you get off, Brad, but I’d also like to excite you a bit more before the finale,” I said. “Let me use my tongue on your long foreskin, so that I can smell and taste you.” “I’d really like that, and I’d like to do the same to you. One thing I like about foreskins is the smell and taste.”“Let’s go into the bedroom. We can take our time tasting each other there.” I led the way, and soon we were in a “69” position on my queen-size bed. I held Brad’s penis so that the head and shaft were pointing at my face, although the end of his foreskin drooped down in a nipple. I inhaled, savoring the heavy pheromones odor, then I licked at the end, where a drop of moisture was poised. “I’m going to slip my tongue into your hood,” Brad said as he grasped my penis. “I want to know what you taste like deep inside. You smell terrific.” I felt his warm tongue insinuate itself into the pucker at the end of my foreskin, then probe for my slit. I pushed my tongue farther into Brad’s foreskin nipple, stretching it with my tongue’s thickness as I searched for the smooth glans. Now my tongue-tip felt the glassy smooth texture of Brad’s bell-shaped head, and I aimed for the center of the dome, where I tasted a large salty drop that was seeping from his long slit. I pushed my tongue-tip hard against his slit, stretching the orifice as my tongue slipped inside, then flicked my tongue from side to side against the slit’s long lips. I heard a sharp intake of breath as his fist tightened on my shaft. Brad’s tongue was deep inside my hood, caressing the broad upper surface of my helmet on its way to the ridge. His tongue now traced the contour of my flaring corona, following the upward curve of the rim before riding over it and descending into the deep valley beyond it. I shuddered because the probing of his tongue into my most intimate spaces caused my glans and foreskin to tingle, and I felt my cock-root contract in reflex.I was stretching his foreskin wide with my tongue as I pushed deeper. I was gripping his shaft with one hand to stabilize it, while my other hand cupped his scrotum, which was beginning to contract in excitement. The inside of his hood was very wet and slippery, with a delicious salty flavor that I adored. Now I pushed my tongue along the upper surface of his glans, following the sexy contours until I reached the flaring rim. I followed the rim down one side until I encountered his frenulum under the glans, then strummed the sensitive gee-string with my tongue-tip, provoking a hard throb in response. Following the flaring ridge, I swept my tongue-tip up the other side until the top, caressing the many nerve endings. My tongue-tip felt the tiny bumps in his corona, the spiculae of sensation, as I caressed the back-face of his sexy rim. Now I pressed my tongue into the deep groove behind the rim, exploring the space that had rarely seen the light of day. With my other hand, I felt that his sac was now tight against his body. “We’d better stop,” his voice cut through my concentration. “You’ll make me come if we don’t.” I realized that Brad was right, because I’d been so intent on stimulating him that I’d been unaware that the pleasant sensations he was inducing in my rock-hard penis were bringing me to the brink. Unless we wanted to plunge into the abyss of orgasm right now, we needed a break. I stopped working my tongue around his glans and pulled back as I felt him draw back my hood to bare the helmet. “You’re right, Brad. I didn’t know how close I was myself. I just knew it felt so good…..” my voice trailed off as I felt Brad blowing on my naked glans. “Now I’ve got it all naked again so I can see it, and it’s beautiful,” he said. “I’ve got the skin pulled back so far I can even see the groove. It’s so purple I know you must have been right on the edge just now.” I wanted to examine his bell-shaped end, and I pushed his long foreskin back with the fingers of both hands, watching as it followed the contours of his glans until it gathered in a thick collar in the groove behind his flaring corona. “Yours is purple too,” I commented. “That bell shape is beautiful, and really turning me on. Yours has a long slit in front, and you keep leaking juice.” I leaned forward slightly as I spoke and licked at the large drop that had parted the lips of his slit.“Yours has that teardrop shaped slit that Fred told me about when he described you. I think that’s cool. You don’t have much lube, do you?”“No, my prick runs pretty dry most of the time. That’s why I use artificial lubricant under my foreskin. Can you taste it?”“Yeah, I can taste it. I know it’s Astroglide, because Fred told me.” Brad ran his tongue-tip around my corona as soon as he’d finished speaking, making me quiver. “Fred told me your skin’s tight around the neck when you pull it back and that it’s like a tourniquet. That makes the head swell even more, doesn’t it?”“I guess it does. My foreskin makes a tight collar, but I can always get it forward when I want to. Try it yourself, you’ll see it’s not stuck behind the rim.” Brad gently pushed forward on my hood, watching as it rode up over my flaring corona and rolled down the slope of my glans until the helmet was totally engulfed. “Slides back easily, too,” he added as his expert fingers snapped my foreskin back to lodge behind my corona. He pulled harder to bare the ridge and the groove behind it. “It doesn’t dip down the way Fred’s tip does when I pull back hard on his skin.”“Does yours?” I asked. I tested it by pulling back on his shaft skin, but only succeeded in exposing the corona and the neck of his penis.“No, mine doesn’t either. Neither of us has that thick gee-string like Fred’s.” His fingertip caressed my gee-string lightly, making my penis jerk. “I guess we can start again,” I suggested. “We can go nice and slow. It doesn’t matter who comes first.” I began stroking my foreskin slowly up and down my helmet, taking long strokes that completely bared it on the down-stroke and totally engulfed it when I pulled up. Brad’s fingers encircled his shaft, sliding his foreskin fully up and down his bell-shaped glans without ever uncovering it.“You know what I’d like? If we did each other while we’re coming. We can see how each other likes it, and if I signal you when I’m on the edge, you can grab hold of mine. It’ll feel a lot better with your hand on my cock. Then I can do the same for you.”“Okay, sounds like a good idea,” I said. “Let me give it a try now, just to make sure I’ve got the stroke and pressure right.” Brad removed his hand from his hard penis, and I encircled it with the same three-finger grip I’d seen him use. His shaft, like mine, was not round but roughly triangular, with a wide flat surface on top. My thumb was on top, and my index and third fingers bracketed the tube of his urethra underneath as I gave him a couple of strokes.“That’s about right on the pressure, but when I’m coming do it a little faster. I’ll hold the end of my skin shut to trap the juice.” I released his penis and resumed stroking mine. Brad was now working on his tool with both hands, stroking with the fingers of his right while pinching the end of his long wrinkled foreskin with his left. He was sitting against the headboard with his legs spread to give me access as I reached down to cup his tight sac.“Looks like you’re getting close,” I said. “Just let me know when you want me to take over.”“When you see me let go with my right hand, that’s the signal.”“Bet it’s going to feel good,” I added encouragingly.“I know it will. I just love to feel that hot cream boiling up in my prick and spilling into my foreskin.” His hand was moving faster now, and I thought I’d caution him to slow his pace:“I think you ought to take it easy, Brad. Getting there is half the fun.” Brad suddenly stopped. “I was getting carried away. Couldn’t help it. With you here next to me, it’s so hot.” He resumed stroking, but held himself to a slower rhythm. “Okay, this is it, I guess. I’ll grab you when you let go.” Brad kept stroking his long foreskin, his fingers sliding the entire length of his long bell-shaped glans without once uncovering the sensitive purple end. I saw that he was losing control because he now stroked faster, and his leg muscles tightened. His breathing became ragged, and his jaw dropped as he began breathing through his mouth. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he groaned as his eyes closed. His stomach muscles began rippling and I felt a throb in my fingertips pressed against the tender flesh behind his balls. Now his hand dropped away from his penis and I quickly grasped it to continue the strokes. His right hand dropped to his side as I pumped his foreskin, and the fingers of his left pinched the end of his long hood tightly shut. I felt a hard throb in his shaft and glans as I stroked him, and his loud cry of relief filled the room. There was no visible ejaculation, but his foreskin distended between my fingers. His penis throbbed against my encircling fingers again as the second stream of sperm cascaded through his tube and expanded his long foreskin still more. Now we were totally caught up in his orgasm, Brad thrashing on the bed and me experiencing it vicariously as his hard penis continued to throb hard in my hand. His helpless cries filled the room as I pumped his distended foreskin hard, striving to milk all the sperm I could from his throbbing cock. Brad cried out again as another hard throb filled his shaft and glans. I felt several more throbs before they stopped altogether, and I knew that his penis was ultra-sensitive now. The foreskin was so distended with his juice that the outline of his head wasn’t visible any longer. I grabbed a thick wad of tissues to catch the cream when Brad would let go of his hood, but he opened his eyes and stood on unsteady feet.“Let me pour this into the sink,” he whispered, fighting off the daze of his orgasm. I helped him into the bathroom where he pressed his thighs against the edge of the counter, his penis pointing down into the basin. He heaved a sigh of relief as he released the end of his foreskin and we watched the thick cream gush down into the basin. The heavy odor of chlorine filled the air as I turned on the hot water to flush it, and it poured down the drain.Brad pulled his long foreskin back over his softening glans and shaft, exposing the cream-covered head, and I cupped my hand under the tap to pick up some water to rinse his glans. The water was as hot as I could stand it, and when it contacted the tender glans Brad shuddered. His sphincter relaxed, because a thin stream now drained from his long slit, gaining in volume as he relaxed further. Now his thick yellow gush filled the basin as I poured more water on his purple bell to help him empty himself.I’d remained hard all this time, although I hadn’t touched my penis, because of the excitement of watching and helping Brad through his orgasm. Now as we rinsed his penis and he worked his foreskin back and forth over the shrinking glans, he grasped mine with his other hand. He lovingly worked my hood up and down the head several times, commenting as he slid my skin:“It’s so smooth, the way the skin slides up and down the tip. Your skin’s stretched so tight, it must really feel good.”“It does,” I said. “It’s really nice to feel your fingers sliding my skin.”“Your helmet’s so dark and purple now. You won’t take long to come.”“I’m already so pumped up from doing you, I’m almost ready to blast off. Let’s go back into the bedroom. I’ve got to lie down for this, otherwise my knees will just buckle when I come.” I slipped his copious foreskin forward to encase his now shrunken prick the nipple dangling down beyond his bell-shaped head.“Now lie down,” he said to me as he released my penis. “Better show me how you want it done.” I grasped my foreskin with thumb and index finger and slid it back to uncover my helmet. “Okay, here’s how I do it. I pull back hard to stretch the nerve endings in the skin, then bring it forward to bump the rim.” I demonstrated the action for him several times, then released my penis. “Now you do it.” Brad grasped my erection with his thumb on top and index finger underneath, pulling my skin taut on my shaft, then brought it forward to bump against my flaring corona.“That tight enough? Should I pull back harder?”“No, that’s just fine the way you’re doing it. I’m getting a slight tingle in the head now. Let me do it until I stop, then you finish me off.” He released my prick but kept his right hand on my hip, ready to take over, and cupped my tight sac with his left hand.“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are,” he said. “You’re leaking a drop on your tip. You must be very hot.” I looked and saw that a drop of clear fluid had filled the teardrop shaped orifice at the end of my helmet. I kept pulling back on my skin, alternating with light bumps against my rim.“I’m close, Brad. I’m doing it very slowly now, because I want this good feeling to last.” I had purposely slowed my strokes to prolong the moment of anticipation, because I knew that any second the rush of sensation would catch up to me and I’d slide uncontrollably over the edge into orgasm. “Your tip’s so dark and glossy,” he said. “I really get turned on seeing that. Any second now, your tip’s going to spurt.” I kept sliding my foreskin collar very slowly, feeling each nuance of sensation as the tingle in my glans became stronger, bringing me closer to the point of no return. My breathing was heavy now, and the tension built up inexorably in my body.“You haven’t peed. I guess you must really be feeling the pressure now.” He was staring avidly at my swollen glans, distended with the pressure of the blood filling it. My eyes were still open as I felt the onset of the delicious sensations. My cock-root was tingling, my glans ached for release, and I knew I was ready. I let my hand drop to my side, and watched as Brad’s warm fingers grasped my penis.He pulled back hard on my skin, stretching the tingling nerve endings, and my world exploded. My eyes closed and I yelped loudly as the first shock of orgasm rocked my body. The heavy pounding in my cock-root pumped the first torrent of sperm up my tube, and I felt it boiling its way through my shaft and glans. There was another slight shock of sensation as the stream rounded the curve up into my glans before erupting from my orifice. Brad’s strong fingers pushed my foreskin collar up against my rim, compressing it to send another wave of sensation down my shaft, and my cock-root contracted again. “You’re really creaming,” he yelled excitedly as he pulled back hard on my skin, stretching the nerve endings almost to the point of pain, and I felt my hips buck as my body responded to the sensation, sending another gush of sperm up my urethra. I was sobbing mindlessly now, totally overwhelmed by the intensity of the orgasm, feeling my engorged glans and shaft throbbing hard as another hot jet burned its way up my penis. “You’re shooting hard,” he said as he brought my foreskin collar forward again to ride over my ridge to compress the nerve endings under its taut surface. Now he snapped the skin back hard, making me cry out in tortured delight as another gush poured from my hot hard glans. I was floating in the mindless daze of orgasm, aware of nothing except the hot sensations pouring through my groin. “Now I’m just going to keep your skin stretched back. You’re probably feeling really sensitive in the head right now.” His fingers kept my skin taut, away from my super-sensitive glans, as my orgasm wound down, slowing to a dribble. I felt myself relaxing, totally helpless in his hands, as he maintained his strong grip. Minutes later I opened my eyes to find Brad still holding my penis. I was still erect, and rivulets of white cream ran down my engorged purple helmet. “Thanks,” I said. “That was out of this world. It was really hot with you doing it to me.”“I know you really came hard,” he said. “You were really creaming. Some of it even shot up onto your chest.”“I really did,” I said, still recovering from my daze. “It was a real thrill to see that big helmet squirting the way it did. I felt every throb in my fingers, and watched you shooting. You were really yelling, too.” “It was intense, Brad, thanks to you.”“You finished coming a couple of minutes ago, but your prick’s still hard. I think it’s because your bladder’s full.”“I know you’re right. Let’s get into the bathroom and in the shower. I’ve got to wash the cream off before it dries in my hairs.” We went into the shower, where Brad turned on the water as hot as we could stand it, and I luxuriated under the spray. The hot water sluiced down our bodies, and I felt my erection begin to soften. My crotch muscles were still too tense to allow me to pee, but after a couple of minutes the heavy tension began to leave my body and I felt a slight trickle in my urethra. “You’re starting to pee,” he observed. He was still holding my penis, keeping the foreskin all the way back to expose the helmet to the hot water. “Yeah, I’m letting go now.” My sphincter relaxed a bit more, and the flow increased. “I’ll keep your skin back so you can feel the water. That’ll help a lot.” Brad was an expert, judging from the way he skillfully handled my penis. He nudged me so that I was facing the spray fully, and now the stream of water was working its magic on the nerve endings in my helmet, stimulating the flow of urine. “Thanks, Brad. I think I’ll be draining myself completely now.” I noticed that he had skinned his hood back with his other hand, and the splash from my body was running over his bell-shaped head, provoking his stream. He’d built up a need since he’d emptied himself only minutes ago, and now our streams mixed in the bottom of the shower as we relieved ourselves joyfully. “That’s really rinsing the cream from inside our pricks,” he said. He rolled his foreskin forward again, pinching the end shut, and we watched it distend with the trapped fluid. He did the same to mine, as my glans was coated with my secretions, and the hot swirl of urine washed the residue from my helmet and the inside of my foreskin. Finally, my stream slowed to a dribble, and then stopped. “I guess I’m empty,” I said, and Brad rolled my hood back to clear the head down to the root, letting the hot water rinse the urine from my tender flesh. He also pulled his ample foreskin back, holding it behind his rim, rinsing his bell-shaped head squeaky-clean. We milked each other’s urethra, starting behind our balls and working our way to the end.Now we soaped each other’s bodies, dislodging stray drops of cream that otherwise would have dried in our body hairs. We stood under the spray for a final rinse, and then turned off the water. “Mutual masturbation is fun,” he commented as we dried each other. I noticed his penis was half-swollen.“It’s really nice when doing it with somebody who knows how,” I countered. “We both have foreskins. That’s what I think made it so nice.” I nodded, agreeing with him completely. We had known how to handle each other’s equipment perfectly, understanding the nuances of sensation careful stimulation would bring, and we’d given each other magnificent orgasms. “This isn’t the end, you know. You and I have to do this again, or maybe something a little different, Brad. I want to make you cream again.” I lightly fingered his long foreskin. “Looks like you’re ready for another round.”“I want to make you cream again too. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but right now I think we both need time to recharge our batteries.” We lay down on the bed, tenderly falling asleep in each other’s arms.