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Hiking Encounter

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Hiking Encounter by Jackinnm@yahoo.com (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Fiction This happened over 30 years ago, when safe sex was not a concern. That summer Sunday I was on one of my infrequent hikes when I approached a clearing in the woods. Through the leaves I saw another guy on his back, and he appeared naked. I crept closer and saw that he was stroking himself with his eyes closed. Then I recognized him. He was Chris, a fellow I'd worked with several years before. I didn't want to burst in on him suddenly and startle him, so I backed off and approached again, purposely making a lot of noise by kicking branches and rattling leaves. He opened his eyes and looked in my direction. "Can I join you?" I asked. I felt the direct approach was best. "Hey, Jack! Long time no see!" was his response. I was hoping that my request would take the embarrassment out of being caught jacking off, and it did. He greeted me with a smile as I studied his supine form. He was well built, with lightly tanned skin, slight body hair, and a boner that began to subside as we talked. I wanted to put us on an equal footing, so I dropped my pack and began to undress. His eyes were fixed on me as I dropped my clothes to the forest floor, and within a minute I'd given him everything to see. His cock now lay on his stomach as he propped himself on his elbows, and I saw that the large red head was half covered with foreskin. We'd never seen each other naked before, so this was a mutual revelation. We shook hands and I looked down at him, taking in the brown hair and eyes like mine, the pointed jaw that contrasted with my square one, and the full mouth that smiled naturally. I sat next to him and spoke: "I'd really like to join you. You seemed to be having fun." "Yeah, I like to get away from it all and jack myself in the woods, communing with nature." His eyes were fixed on my groin. I'm glad to find out you enjoy it," I said. "I hope I'm not intruding and really want the company." I wanted to give him the opportunity to back out if he didn't want company. "No, I'm glad you showed up. I haven't seen you for a few years." I sat on the blanket next to him. We then proceeded to catch up on our lives since we'd last seen each other. We were both 31, both divorced, no kids, and weren't dating any women at the moment. We'd both had some experiences with guys that we'd enjoyed very much, and we were interested in some mutual exploration. I broke the ice by reaching for his cock, gently squeezing the half-shrouded head to make his cock-root throb. "Hey, feels very nice, Jack," he said as he grasped the end of my foreskin nipple between thumb and index finger and pulled it away from my body gently. Limp, our cocks were about four inches long, with big helmet heads that bulged through their fleshy sleeves. I felt his cock twitch as I squeezed his head, and it began to swell between my fingers. "What you're doing feels good too, Chris," I said. "Just stretch the skin out and you'll get me hard in no time." "You've got a lot of skin, Jack," he said. "Mine isn't that long, just covers part of the head. When it gets hard, it rolls back all the way." Chris continued to pull on my foreskin, and I felt the blood rushing into my glans and shaft. "Mine still covers the head, no matter how hard I get," I said. "You'll see when I'm up all the way, in a few seconds. "Does it skin back?" he asked, rampant curiosity in his tone. I saw that his prick was fully hard, with the thin foreskin stretched tightly back behind the rim, filling the groove. "Sure does, but not by itself the way yours does. Try it and see now." My cock was stiff as a steel rod now, the big helmet's outline making the thick foreskin bulge. Chris grasped my foreskin around the middle of the head and began pushing it back. "Yours is tight, Jack. Does it hurt when I push it back?" He'd paused for a moment, waiting for my answer. "Not at all. Go ahead and push it all the way, slowly, to get the feel of it." His fingers tightened slightly as he resumed peeling my hood. We both watched the opening stretch to reveal the round front dome of my glans. The lips of my slit had pouted with erection, forming a teardrop shaped orifice. He pushed farther, and the skin stretched over my high flaring rim and snapped down into the deep groove behind it, baring the big wet head. Now my foreskin formed a thick fleshy collar behind the tip. "That's a nice head, Jack. Looks just like mine, except that yours is purple." His glans was more reddish than purple. "I like the way your rim flares like mine. That looks really sexy." "Yours has a hole at the end. Mine's a slit." Now the lips of his slit were parted by a drop of clear fluid. I touched the drop with a fingertip, spreading it in small circles around his slit. "That feel good, Chris?" I asked. I worked the lube into his sensitive nerve endings as I spoke, feeling his glans throb in response. "OOHHHH, yeah," he groaned, and I saw more fluid seep from his orifice. "I don't have much lube," I confessed. I have to use artificial lube to make it feel comfortable. Beating off dry doesn't feel as good. "Did you bring any?" he asked. If not, I have enough lube for both of us." "I've got a bottle of baby oil in my pack" I said. "I don't know if I'll need it." "Here, let me," he said as he got to his knees and held the end of his prick over my naked glans. He milked his shaft and a gush dropped onto my tip. Now he rolled my foreskin forward to spread the viscous fluid over the head. I put my fingertip on the orifice to pick up the excess and brought it to my mouth to taste it. "You weren't kidding. You've really got enough for both of us. Tastes good, too." His fingers continued to slide my hood up and down my big helmet. "You've got so much skin," he commented. You can slide it all the way up when you're hard. Mine just reaches maybe half-way." "We're all different," I replied. "Bet it's fun when you slide your skin, just like it is for me." I often wondered if they trimmed the end of my skin when I was a baby," he said. "Both my brothers have enough skin to cover the head, and I asked my mother if I'd been circumcised. She told me none of us had been, but I've got so little skin I sometimes think the end was cut off." I leaned closer to examine his prick as I held it upright with two fingers. The back half of his glans, including the corona, was smooth and glossy, as it was always inside his foreskin when soft. "No, I think you've got everything you were born with," I said. "Your skin's smooth and even. I don't see the brown ring cut like guys have. Yours is just naturally short." I grasped his prick behind the head, testing the movement of the skin. It slid easily over his high corona, but when it reached the middle of his glans, I felt more resistance. "That's really nice. That's the way I do it to myself. Feeling that skin snap over the ridge makes my prick all hot and tingly." I felt the satisfying "bump" as the skin rode back over his flaring ridge, then felt it again as I pulled the hood forward again. "Want me to do it for you? I think it'll feel better if I make you come." "Oh, yeah, do it to me," he said s I continued to massage his rim with the fleshy hood. "I really like that." Meanwhile, I felt his fingers resume working my foreskin up and down in long sensual strokes that reached the end of my glans before sliding back to uncover it again. "You've got the touch just right," I said. "You really know how to make my cock feel good." I clamped my other hand around the base of his shaft, constricting the veins, and felt his prick engorge even more. "Man, that feels really nice. Keep that up and you'll have my load in a minute." We lay side by side, facing each other, stroking each other to heighten our excitement. "Let me make you come first," I said. "I really enjoy watching a guy come when I stroke him." Chris responded by edging closer to me, and bringing my cock-tip to touch his. He'd skinned me back totally and the big wet heads slid against each other. The nerve endings in my glans tingled as they felt the smooth hard head pressing against them. More of his copious secretion wet the front of my glans. "Yeah, go ahead," he said as he pulled back. "Just make me come. I'm so hot and bothered it won't take long." My fingers snapped his skin collar up over the rim, then back, stretching the skin tightly, and I pressed a fingertip of my other hand into the deep triangular groove under his glans. Chris shuddered at the touch, and his legs began trembling. "That does something for you, doesn't it?" I asked rhetorically, knowing that I had him right on the edge. "YEAHHHH," he moaned, feeling the rush of sensations flowing into his engorged prick. I removed my finger, wanting him to enjoy these last moments as long as possible. I knew how compelling the sense of anticipation was, and wanted to keep him just short of orgasm for a few more seconds. As I stroked his prick, the flow of lubricant increased, wetting my fingers and loosening my grip. I watched the beautiful head of his prick become dark red, and felt it harden further under my fingers. "Just relax and let yourself go," I said encouragingly. I felt his prick begin to throb hard, and I knew he was moments away from explosive release. His hand fell away from my cock. 'HAH! HAH! HAH!" he screamed as his hot hard cock throbbed powerfully in my fist. A thick jet shot from the end, all over my hard cock. Now I'd lost my grip totally and let my encircling fingers slide up over his naked glans, letting the foreskin snap back to reveal it completely. My fingers felt the hard throbs as his pulsing tip gushed again and again, sending more hot streams over my prick. His eyes were closed and he was totally lost in the hot frenzy of orgasm as I twisted my fist around his tip, knowing that this would intensify his sensations. His hips bucked, thrusting his hot prick through my fingers, reaching for more sensations as it spit its jets against me. I released my grip when I felt his throbs slacken, knowing that his tip was becoming super-sensitive, and that more friction would be unpleasant. His cock continued to ooze white cream onto the blanket. When his eyes opened, he said: "Thanks, Jack. That was wonderful. You really got me off that time." "Glad to do it," I answered. "It was fun watching you come, and feeling your cock throbbing." He sat up, his softening cock arcing down over his sac, and reached for my cock, still hard from the excitement of watching him cream. "Now I want to make you shoot." His warm fingers closed around my stiffness, and he began sliding the long hood up and down the head, making it tingle. My foreskin rode forward and back on a thick coating of his cream, which lubricated it perfectly. I was glad he'd shot most of his load onto my prick. "Okay, just relax and leave the driving to us." His fingers slid my foreskin as his other hand closed around my sac, cupping it. I consciously relaxed all the muscles in my body, knowing that Chris would pull the orgasm from me without effort on my part. I felt my sensations build up, starting with a tickle in my corona as his fingers snapped the foreskin over it in long strokes that reached the front dome of my glans, then reversed to bare the head completely and stretch the fleshy collar back along my straining shaft. The tickle spread to cover the entire head, then slowly changed to a hot tingle as my flesh responded. I felt the tension in my sac as my balls drew up tightly against my body. "I see the head getting darker," Chris whispered as my glans swelled and I felt the pleasant ache in the head that signaled my need for release. The tingle spread down my shaft and my muscles tensed involuntarily as my cock twitched helplessly in his hand. The sensations reached the root of my cock and I cried out helplessly as the sharp contractions began. "HAH! HAH! HAH!" I went as the first burning hot jet flooded my urethra, shooting towards the end and exploding into the air. My eyes were closed and my legs were trembling as another wave of sensation washed over me, and I was tumbling into the black pit of mindless release. I was just wrapped up in hot sensations, helplessly thrashing on the blanket, shooting stream of come and moaning mindlessly. I became aware that Chris had stopped stroking me, and was holding my hood all the way back while my glans oozed its final drops. I opened my eyes and saw him lean forward to kiss me lightly on the lips. He pulled my foreskin forward now, gripping my shaft tightly to milk the residue as he covered the head completely. I shuddered, as the head was still a bit too sensitive. "Man, I wish I had a skin like yours," he said fervently. "Yours covers the tip completely, and you even have some excess." His fist jiggled my skin slightly as he spoke. My cock began to shrink. "Maybe we can let you feel what it's like," I said. "Here, let me cover your tip with my skin. It'll be easy now that we're both soft." I pushed up to him and grasped his limp penis, holding the tip against the end of mine as I slowly eased by foreskin forward to encase his shrunken glans. The skin slid over it with ease, as I studied the light in his eyes as he took in the new and unfamiliar sensation. "I love that, really do," he whispered. "That feels so good……." He snuggled closer to me and we fell asleep on his blanket, our pricks joined.