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Brad, Part III

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Brad, Part III by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)A pleasant tingle in my penis woke me, and as I drifted up from my deep sleep I became aware of Brad’s fingertip lightly caressing the edge of my foreskin, occasionally touching the swollen glans underneath. “I got you going by squeezing the head, and now that it’s full-hard I’m working on your skin.” The bulge of my big helmet had stretched my foreskin and its orifice was just wide enough to see the teardrop shaped opening inside. “Feels really good, Brad,” I said as I tweaked his ample foreskin. Brad had one of the longest hoods I’d ever seen, overhanging the head of his limp penis by at least two wrinkled inches. Now I grasped the end, shaking it enough to make his glans move inside it. “That’s good, that’s good,” he murmured as I continued stimulating him. “You really know how to handle my prick.” I felt his glans become more bulky inside its thick hood, and I knew he’d soon be erect at his 6 ½ inch length. “I like playing with your prick,” I said. “I want to make it feel as good as you’re making mine feel.” I saw his body jerk suddenly as he sat upright. “I’m hungry,” he said. “We’ve had so much sex today we didn’t even eat. We just drank a lot of coffee.” His words made me realize that I was hungry as well, and once that thought was in my consciousness my stomach began to contract so much it almost hurt. “You’re right, Brad. I’ll phone for a pizza, and I’ve got beer in the refrigerator. You like that?” “Love it, Jack. What are you going to put on it? I like anchovies, pepperoni, mushrooms, sausage, onions, almost anything.” “I’m not fussy either. How about having pepperoni and mushrooms?” “That’s fine with me. Let me pay for it.” “Nah, I’m the host,” I retorted. “Yeah but you’ve already paid for the coffee and the beer. At least let me get this.” I shook my head, appreciating his generosity and fair play, and accepted the $20 bill he handed me. “Want a large one? I guess we’re both pretty hungry now.” Brad nodded, and I picked up the phone to order. The net result was that it would arrive in less than half an hour, so we decided to dress in track suits to await delivery. At least, I was fully dressed because I’d be answering the door. Brad wore only the pants, and was barefoot. Of course our erections had subsided, but our desires had not. As we waited we spoke about what we’d do after dinner: “You already gave me two hot orgasms today, Jack. We used different techniques on each other for variety. The second time you used your fingers right on my head and that blew me into orbit. I’d like to see what that would do to you.” “The same thing would happen, Brad. As you know, the feelings are pretty intense.” I felt my cock stirring as I spoke because I had acute memories of having been brought to orgasm in this way. “That would be good for both of us,” he said. “You’d enjoy the feelings and I’d enjoy watching your big helmet shooting. I’d want to go all the way, starting even before you got hard, instead of taking over just before you came.” “That would be nice. I’d like that very much, but what could I do for you?” “I don’t know, offhand. I’d like to dock you. You know I’ve got enough skin.” Brad smiled enticingly. “If you docked me, you wouldn’t be able to see my naked head shoot. However, I’ve got another idea. How would you like docking a vibrator?” Brad seemed slightly surprised. “Never tried that,” he admitted. Finishing a slice pf pizza, he stood and dropped his track pants to let me see that he was half erect with anticipation. So was I, and I wanted him to see it too, so I put down the slice I’d been holding and removed my clothing as well. “I’ve got a little battery powered vibrator, about ¾ of an inch thick, and about five inches long. It takes a single “AA” battery and is made of white plastic. It’ll be a perfect fit up your foreskin after we finish eating.” I resumed eating as Brad took another slice. “I haven’t tried much with vibrators,” he said between mouthfuls. “One guy had a big one with a flat pad that he put on the top of my prick, and the vibrations went through my skin right into the head. That one really made me come, especially when he put it on the underside, right below the head. I filled my foreskin with cream that day.” I took another slice. “Well, this model is a lot smaller, I guess, but it’ll be right inside your foreskin, and the vibrations will hit the nerve endings in both your foreskin and head. I’ll move it around to hit the rim and the sweet spot under your head. This should give you a hot orgasm.” I kept chewing, enjoying the pizza, while Brad contemplated the sensations I’d just described. “You already know what I’ll be doing to your prick. I guess I’ll need to squirt on some Astroglide to make sure it’s well lubed.” Brad took the last slice and ingested it slowly while I finished mine and took a heavy swallow of beer. “I’m sure I’ll need Astroglide because I don’t secrete the way you do. You always have lots of lubricant for your glans and foreskin.” We finished our beers and went into the bedroom, where I took the small vibrator from my bedside table. Pushing Brad flat onto the bed, I grasped his long foreskin to stabilize it and noted that there was already a drop of clear fluid wetting the orifice. This would make it easier to introduce the vibrator. Now I pushed the tapered nose of the vibrator into his foreskin and twisted the cap to turn it on. “Hey, that feels nice,” he said as I pushed the vibrator deeper into the wrinkled fleshy tube, filling his foreskin with sensations. I pushed it deeper, but not far enough to contact his glans, and saw that his erection was firming. “It’s going to feel really nice when it touches the end of your head,” I said as I insinuated the vibrating plastic cylinder deeper into his tube of flesh, stretching it as the vibrations pervaded its nerve endings. I saw a blissful look creep over Brad’s face as I pushed the vibrator deeper, and when I felt it bump against the front of his hard glans I felt his penis jerk in my hand. “Ooooohhhh! That really jolted me,” he said as his body tensed under the stimulation. I pressed the vibrator harder against the front dome of his swollen glans, then began moving it in small circles over the rounded, sensitive surface. I heard Brad sigh deeply, and then I worked the tip of the vibrator deeper into his foreskin, filling the broad upper surface of his bell-shaped glans with sensations. Through the skin, I saw the rounded tip of the vibrator reach the corona, and now I worked it down the left side, caressing all the nerve endings along the way. “That’s really reaching into your penis,” I said. “It’s not just stimulating the surface.” I worked the vibrator towards the top of his glans again, without having touched the gee-string underneath. His penis was very rigid between my fingers, and his scrotum began to contract sharply. “That’s like getting a deep massage,” he said. “It’s just a small vibrator, but I feel it all over my prick.” Now I moved the vibrator down the other side of the head, easing it down until it was right under the glans, vibrating against his gee-string. I saw the muscles in his face tighten, and his toes curled, telling me that I was pushing him hard towards the edge. “Just relax and let me do it to you,” I murmured. “Let it happen, Brad.” Now his penis was flat against his stomach, and his balls were contracted against his body at the base of the shaft. I moved the fingers of my left hand to hold his foreskin tightly against the body of the vibrator, maintaining contact between the sensitive double-layered flesh and the hard vibrating cylinder. “Haaahhhhhhhhhh,” he groaned as the vibrations reached deeply into his penis, making the shaft and glans tingle in response. I knew the sensations were becoming overwhelming, and that the orgasm would rip through him within seconds. His legs began to tremble and his hands tightened into fists. When I saw his eyes close, I knew this was it, and pressed the vibrator harder against the underside of his glans to bring him over the edge. “HAAAAAAAAHHH! HAAAAAHHHH!” he howled as the first shock of orgasm flailed his body. His penis pulsed sharply under my fingers and I knew that he’d just shot his first load into his foreskin. I kept his long fleshy tube pressed tightly around the body of the vibrator to keep his hot cream trapped because I knew its heat would stimulate his glans even more. Brad cried out again as another spasm jolted his straining prick, and I saw his foreskin swelling with the confined load, blurring the outline of his glans. Brad howled helplessly as I felt another pulse in my fingers and his swelling foreskin distended further with another gush of hot juice. His lips were drawn back from his teeth and his body was shuddering in the frenzy of his orgasm. His penis pulsed again and I kept the vibrator pressed against the underside of his glans to bring forth more contractions. Now he grunted hard, and I knew this was the last full-force spasm. I pulled the vibrator from his foreskin because his glans would be getting very tender at this point, super-sensitive to stimulation, and he was on the downhill slope of his orgasm. I kept his foreskin pinched shut to trap his juice, and saw that the bulge was about the size of a golf ball, bathing his swollen glans in hot fluid. His grunts subsided as his orgasm wound down, and now I surmised he was only trickling a few drops. I lay beside him for a couple of minutes, waiting for him to return to full consciousness and keeping his hood pinched shut. I felt the residual throbs of his penis in my fingertips. “I can’t believe it,” he said weakly as he opened his eyes. “That was pretty intense,” I commented. I watched it happen and felt it in your penis.” He turned toward me. “I’ve got this delicious warm feeling around the head,” he said, and I felt the liquid still sloshing around inside his foreskin as I gently shook it. “Feel nice?” I asked. He nodded, and I continued: “Let’s get you into the bathroom and drain your foreskin.” I helped him up, while still retaining a grip on the end of his long fleshy tube, and stood beside him at the sink. When I released my hold, a thick gush of cream poured from the end of his foreskin, oozing down into the basin, while Brad stood there with a blissful smile on his face. I turned on the water, adjusting it to as hot as I could stand it, and skinned him back to bare the big bell-shaped glans. It was streaked with white strings of semen, and I cupped my hand to pour water over it. “Wow, I’m gonna pee,” he exclaimed as he felt the shock of the hot water on his tender nerve endings. A thick yellow gush poured from his long slit, washing away any seminal residue from his urethra, while I bathed his big purple bell to remove the viscous white coating. Brad’s heavy stream tapered off to a slow trickle, and then a slow oozing of the last few drops. I milked his shaft as he commented: “Jack, you’re still hard as a rock. You really need relief now.” He was right, as my erection had remained at full mast while I’d been bringing him to climax, and my turgid glans was straining under its fleshy hood. “Let’s get back to bed, and now!” I followed Brad back to the bedroom, and lay flat on my back, anticipating his next action. Brad placed a wad of paper tissues on my stomach, then picked up my penis in his left hand, holding it upright while he grabbed a bottle of Astroglide in his right. As he slowly drew back my foreskin he poured a liberal amount on my emerging glans, wetting it thoroughly with the slick fluid. “Now we can get you off,” he said as he put down the bottle of lubricant and began working his fingertips around my wet and slippery helmet. His touches sent hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my turgid glans, making me shudder in delight. I felt my cock-root contracting, and the sharp sensations made me moan helplessly. It felt as if I was about to come any second, but I knew from experience that it would take about a minute to bring my nervous system to the peak of sensation. “Your balls are already tight, but your tip’s getting darker,” Brad commented as he continued to work his fingertips maddeningly around my glans, tickling the sensitive nerve endings and enhancing my tension. I was trying to relax to prolong the build-up, but I knew that I was helpless in Brad’s hands and that he would drag the orgasm from my straining prick in seconds. I surrendered to him and closed my eyes, waiting for the explosion. The pressure in my swollen helmet built up and it was aching for release as his fingertips swept over the taut nerve endings. The intense tickling changed to a hot tingle, and now my entire penis hummed with tension. The pressure in my bladder added to my arousal and I felt my consciousness altering as my world contracted to include only the glorious sensations in my penis. Now my world exploded as the sharp contraction in my cock-root sent a hot jet into my urethra, an intense tickling sensation that made me cry out in joyful agony as the fluid burned its way up my tube. My cock-root convulsed again and my body shuddered as another jet erupted from my straining glans. “Man, you’re really shooting, pumping that juice,” I heard Brad shout in the distance as my orgasm vented its full fury on my straining body. His fingertips danced over the many nerve endings in my bared and throbbing helmet, sending shock waves of sensation down my shaft and into my body. Another powerful spasm shook my cock-root and rebounded into the rest of my body as I cried out again, the hard muscular contraction propelling another powerful jet through my urethra. I felt it burn it way up my tube, then take a sharp upward turn into my glans, before hurtling through the pouting lips of my meatus. “I love this, just love watching you come,” I heard Brad say as more contractions pounded my cock-root. Now they were weaker, and I vaguely realized that Brad’s fingertips had stopped massaging my swollen helmet, although he still held my shaft upward. I felt more drops of cream roll out of my orifice, running down my glans and shaft as my orgasm subsided. My breathing slowed and the tension gradually left my body. Much later I opened my eyes. “You made me come hard,” I said to him. “I know. I was watching you shoot into the air. I think the highest was ten inches or so.” He smiled down at me. “I normally shoot only a couple of inches or just dribble,” I replied. “I felt like my entire penis was vibrating this time. The cream felt like it was burning when I shot.” “You finished shooting over a minute ago, but you’re still hard, Jack. Your tip’s still dark purple and shiny.” He began milking the underside of my shaft as he spoke, and dabbing at the tip with a tissue. “That too sensitive?” he asked as he wiped away a drop. “No, that’s okay. It’s not over-sensitive anymore.” I felt myself relaxing further, and the pressure in my penis began diminishing, making me more aware of the pressure in my bladder. “Ready for a shower?” he asked. I nodded and we got up and went into the bathroom. Inside the shower stall, we enjoyed the hot water spraying over our bodies, and I felt myself truly relaxing. My erection was drooping below horizontal now, and the big bare helmet pointing at the floor. Our streams started at the same time, and we stood silently, enjoying the sub-orgasmic sensation of hot urine rushing through our tubes. Brad had skinned back as his flow had begun, and he stood next to me holding his ample foreskin back from the head with two fingers. “Your foreskin just slips forward if you don’t hold it?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s a lot longer than yours, and even with my big head it won’t quite lock back, especially when it’s soft.” I envied him, although at the same time I felt perfectly satisfied with my ample foreskin, which covered the big glans even during erection. “I think you’re the first guy I’ve met who’s got enough skin to dock my big tip, even when he’s hard.” ”I know I could dock your big helmet, Jack. I’ve got plenty of skin. When do you want to do it?” “First thing in the morning, Brad. Let’s get a good night’s sleep first.” We did, and the morning’s episode’s another story.