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Brad, part IV

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Brad, part IV by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)I awoke with a hard-on. I’d been dreaming of docking with Brad, feeling his gloriously long foreskin totally enveloping my big purple helmet-shaped glans. We were head to head, very hot, on the brink of coming, and I was anticipating feeling the hot blasts of his cream shooting against my tip as I unloaded into his long fleshy foreskin. “You look like you’re ready,” Brad’s voice murmured in my ear as his expert fingers gently moved my foreskin over the head of my cock. I opened my eyes to see him lying facing me, his penis fully erect between us, the outline of his glans visible through the foreskin. I was on my back, my erection at a 45 degree angle because his warm fingers were gently stroking my fleshy hood over the head. Brad and I had enjoyed hot sex during the previous day, experimenting with different styles and strokes, efforts enhanced because we both had ample foreskins covering our sensitive heads. My foreskin normally protruded about an inch beyond the head when I was soft, and had enough length to cover the big purple helmet even with erection. Brad’s was even longer, with about two inches or more of slack in front of the head when his penis was soft. With full 6 ½” erection, Brad’s foreskin dangled well over an inch beyond the end of his bell-shaped head, and we felt it would stretch enough to engulf my glans. “I’d been dreaming about you,” I confessed without hesitation. “I dreamt we were docking, and now I’m awake with a hard-on and your fingers wrapped around it.” “I’m hard too,” he said. “I’d been dreaming about you, and I’m as hot as you are.” “Then let’s dock right now, while we’re both in the mood,” I urged. “Let’s not lose the moment.” I turned to face him, and his strong fingers guided my penis so that the end touched his. My foreskin covered the helmet so that only the slit was visible through the hood’s orifice, and his glans was fully covered, with the foreskin surplus dangling down ahead of it. “Okay, Jack, I’m going to strip you back,” he said as his fingers began pushing my thick fleshy hood back on my penis, slowly baring the helmet. “I’m going to push your skin back so that we can get tip to tip,” I said as I grasped his long foreskin and began retracting it over the long bell-shaped head. It was necessary to expose the rounded front of his glans so that we’d fit perfectly against each other before we encased both heads in Brad’s long foreskin. “There, you’re ready,” he said as his fingers pushed my hood back over my rim, letting it snap down into the deep groove behind it, forming a thick fleshy collar behind the head. “It’s nice and tight, like a tourniquet, right behind the rim.” “Now move forward a little,” I urged, and Brad thrust his hips slightly to touch the round nose of his glans to mine. I sighed with delight as I felt the warmth of his beautiful bell-shaped glans press against mine, its glassy smooth surface ensuring perfect contact. His foreskin was halfway back along his glans, and now I pulled it towards me, slowly enveloping his purple bell. As I looked down at our groins, I noticed that Brad’s scrotum was tight against his body, a sure sign of his arousal. “Let me do this part,” he said as his fingers slipped over his penis, sliding his ample foreskin forward to encase the blunt nose of my helmet. I felt a trickle of warm liquid ooze from his long slit, spreading between our engorged tips. Brad’s fingers moved our pricks slightly relative to each other, and I felt his glans slide smoothly against mine as he pulled his foreskin farther towards me to complete the contact. “That feels so good,” I murmured, enjoying the sensation of Brad’s hot tip against mine, and the warmth of his tight foreskin gently squeezing my glans as he brought it forward to encase my corona. “There, we’re set. My hood’s covering your head right to the rim, and I’ll hold it there.” “It’s so sexy feeling your head against mine,” I said. “I’ve been waiting for this ever since I saw your long foreskin.” “Not many guys have enough skin to take your big helmet,” he said. “I don’t know anybody who has enough to dock your big bell, either,” I responded. “Good thing you’ve got enough skin for both of us.” “Yeah, I’ve always been glad my parents let me keep my skin,” he said. “I’ve always had lots of fun with it.” “It would have been a major loss if they’d let the doctor cut you,” I said fervently. The feeling of my glans inside his foreskin was almost impossible to describe, a blend of liquid friction, nerve endings straining against one another, and hot throbs hammering through my helmet. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold off,” Brad muttered. “This is so hot, and I hope we come together.” I felt his glans thrusting lightly against mine, pressing against my taut nerve endings, exciting me, soothing me, filling me with pleasure. “The feel of your tip against mine is really intense,” I whispered. “I don’t know if you’re going to make me come soon, or if we can both hold out for a long time. I guess it depends on how we move.” I was holding still, letting Brad control the action. “I’ll go slowly,” he whispered. “This is so delicious I don’t want it to end.” His fingers still encircled his foreskin’s leading edge, locking it onto my fleshy collar behind my glans, while his glans pressed rhythmically against mine. “I don’t think it’s necessary to roll my foreskin over the end of yours,” I said. “You’re holding it securely.” “Yeah, my head’s seated against yours. Anyway, when we come, we’re really going to fill my foreskin, and the cream’s going to need to escape.” “Oh, I know,” I said. “Right now I’m so hot I know I’ll really drain myself when I start to shoot.” “My balls feel so tight,” he said. “I noticed. You were really hot even before we docked.” “I was, and still am. I love being like this with you, cock to cock.” His eyes bored into mine as he spoke, flashing with excitement that fueled mine. Our eyes remained locked, and our bodies were connected glans to glans. I felt his tip throb against mine. “I felt that. Something’s happening with you.” His glans throbbed against mine again, the gentle shock wave coursing through my nerve endings. “Yeah, my cock-root’s going into spasm, even though I’m trying to stay relaxed. This is just too hot!” His glans throbbed harder now. “That’s okay, let it happen, and just enjoy it. I know feeling your tip shooting its hot come against mine will give me a real thrill.” I felt more lubricant ooze from his slit, tightly pressed against mine, lubricating the contact surfaces and softening the sensations. However, knowing that Brad was poised on the brink heightened my arousal, and I felt my glans engorge to its final swelling. “I can feel your tip’s just got harder,” Brad whispered as his eyes closed. “I can’t hold off any more… any second now….” His voice trailed off, and the heat of his excitement communicated itself to me through his hot prick. Brad yelped as a powerful throb filled his bell-shaped head, hammering against my straining glans, as his first hot jet erupted from his meatus. His hole must have been exactly in line with mine because the hot jet shot down my urethra, burning like a torrent of hot lava. My world dissolved in sensation as my body took over. My eyes closed, my mind went on “HOLD,” and my cock-root contracted sharply in reflex. My first hot torrent poured into my urethra, filling it with a sharp tickling sensation, and then burned its way up until it collided with Brad’s ejaculation, pushing it out before it. We were both crying out in helpless and blissful agony as we shot again, filling Brad’s long spacious foreskin with our juices. I felt his fingers clamp tightly behind my corona, trapping my glans and our fluids as his hot hard head thrust and throbbed against mine. We were both floating, utterly lost in our mutual orgasms, feeling the hot fluids swirling around our tender tips as we continued to writhe and throb. It felt as if my entire being was pouring out through my urethra, an offering to Brad, distending his beautiful foreskin, as I shuddered helplessly. The heat of our mixed discharges heightened my sensations and I cried out even louder. Later, when the fury of orgasm had spent itself, we lay quietly in each others’ arms. We’d lain dazed for many minutes, recovering from the exhaustion that followed our explosive releases, until we’d opened our eyes. “I really loved that, feeling you shoot inside my skin,” he said. “Your cream felt so hot against my tip.” “Did you know that your first jet shot right down into me?” I asked. “Remember, you were head of me, ready to come, because you said you couldn’t hold off anymore? You said my tip had gotten harder, and right then you shot.” “Yeah, I just slipped into it, I couldn’t help it, I just felt myself letting go, and I was just shooting.” “Right, Brad, and your first shot was right into my slit and down my tube. That set me off. It felt like an electric shock down my tube, and then I was just shooting, like you.” “Well, whatever, that was really hot. We just drained ourselves.” I suddenly realized that we were both soft, and that Brad had let go of my penis at some point. Looking down, I saw that his foreskin had slipped completely off my glans, and was drooling our mixed discharges all over the sheet between us. I quickly slipped my hood forward, then nudged him. We got up, changed the sheets, and entered the shower, where the hot water stimulated our sphincters and bladders, helping us flush out the residue of our spunk. We then returned to bed for a few extra hours of sleep.