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Morning With Bud

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Morning With Bud by Jackinnm@yahoo.com (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Your penis is beautiful, soft or hard," Bud said as he lightly fingered it. "I like the way your abundant foreskin covers your glans even when it's fully swollen." Bud and I awakened with hard-ons, partly because our bladders were full, and partly because we were still excited from our sex play the previous evening. My prick measured an even six inches from pubic bone to the end of my helmet, not counting the foreskin. Ken, with whom we'd enjoyed three-way sex and who had introduced me to Bud, was due back that evening, and we anticipated another hot three-way. "Yours looks nice too," I commented, to return his compliment. Bud's handsome penis had a red helmet at the end of the staff, in full view because he hadn't had a foreskin since a few days after he'd been born, and measured almost seven inches. My fingertips were tickling the hairs on his abundant sac as I spoke. "I love the way the outline of your corona shows through your hood," he said as his finger traced the ridge lightly through the skin. He knew that my prick enjoyed the attention, and took full advantage of it. "Yours is very much like mine," I said. "Just look at that sexy flare." My finger ran around his exposed rim, traveling down to where both sides met under the head and pressing into his hot spot. Bud quivered when I pressed into the bundle of nerve endings, and his cock jerked under my finger. "I want to smell the aroma of your glans and foreskin," he said as he moved down my body and brought his face close to my prick. He held it with one hand and pointed it towards his nose as he dragged the foreskin back to expose the round front dome of the helmet. He inhaled deeply and said: "I find it intoxicating to smell that lovely musk-like odor. It's really rich this morning, since it's been hours that you took a shower. You've had time for your natural lubricant to accumulate." I reached down and rubbed my finger lightly over the uncovered dome of my helmet and brought my finger to my nose. "I like the smell too," I said. "It's strong, but a little different from Ken's. Ken had a foreskin too, and I always enjoyed smelling it because his odor was absolutely sexy. Now I shuffled around on the bed into a "69" position with Bud, and his hard penis pointed at my face. Bud's tongue slipped out and caressed the front of my helmet, making it tingle. "I like to taste you too, enjoy that salty flavor. I'm going to tickle your slit, then you can dock my tongue." As he spoke, I noticed that a large clear drop had appeared to fill the eye of his prick. I licked it and said: "I like the taste of your pre-come. It's thick and salty." I rolled my tongue around in my mouth, spreading the lubricant over my palate. Bud pulled my foreskin forward to envelop his tongue-tip. "I love the glassy smooth texture of your glans. It's so different from mine because you have that lovely foreskin to keep it moist and sensitive." "Glad you like it. Think we should go for it now, or pee first?" I knew that we'd be able to have a good release this morning, and we'd be completely recharged by the time Ken arrived. I also knew that we were both anticipating a hot session with Ken upon his return. "Let's do it right now," he replied. I don't think our full bladders will cause us any discomfort for awhile. In any event, the pressure will add to our excitement. Afterward we'll be able to flush the residue from our urethras, as we did last night." His tongue probed more deeply into my foreskin, caressing the broad upper surface of my helmet and stretching the sensitive tissue of the hood. "You know how to do it right," I commented before wrapping my lips around his flaring rim. My tongue probed his pouting slit, which had expanded to form a teardrop shape just like mine. I felt the slipperiness as more fluid seeped from it, and I spread it in small circles around the hole. "Your foreskin's so tight," he commented, gently sliding it back and forth in small jiggles over the front of my helmet. "When I first saw it, I wondered if it would be possible to retract it over that big glans." "It's always been on the tight side," I answered. "I wasn't able to get it back when I was a kid, but over the years it's gotten looser." "Stretching it back over that big head must have done a lot to loosen it. I know how good sliding feels to you, with that thick tight hood gripping your glans." "It does, especially when it's your fingers doing the sliding. You're making the head so hard." Bud pulled my foreskin all the way forward as I spoke, once more encasing the big helmet in its protective cover as he pushed his tongue into the hood. Bud's tongue pushed deeper into my foreskin until it reached the ridge, then ran around and down one side until it reached the deep triangular groove between the two sides underneath and tickled my gee-string. I was really aroused now because of what he was doing to my prick, and I noticed that Bud was also reacting. His normally loose scrotum was beginning to draw up against his body, and I cupped it with my other hand. We were on our sides now, facing each other to make our crotches completely accessible, and we lovingly explored each other. I flattened my tongue over the wide top of his helmet, caressing the nerve endings and my lips tightening into the groove behind the head. Bud's tongue was twirling around my helmet, stretching the foreskin as it stimulated the many nerve endings in my head and hood. I felt his fingers cup my balls, gently kneading them, adding to my excitement. I pulled on Bud's tightening sac, stretching the nerve endings in the thick skin to give him a different sensation. I heard him moan in delight, and felt the vibrations of his hum in my helmet and hood. I hummed too, adding to the sensations I was giving his hardness. His sac contracted in my fingers, and he removed his mouth from my prick. "Now I'm going to retract your delicious foreskin. I always love to watch the glans appear from its hiding place inside your hood." I removed my mouth from Bud's prick, saying: "I'll watch it too. I love to watch you do that to me." Bud's tongue pushed against the edge of my foreskin, stripping it back part-way so that the front dome appeared. His fingers pushed the foreskin forward again, then drew it back to bare my dome once more. With my eyes firmly fixed on my prick, I turned my head to lap at his red tip. Then I worked down to the scar ring, which I knew was also sensitive. "Now forward again," he said as he pulled my long foreskin forward and stretched it out beyond the head. His thumb and forefinger grasped the puckered end and tugged on it, producing a delicious feeling as the nerve endings stretched. Now he pushed it back again, far enough to bare the twin lobes of my tip, where the two sides of the ridge meet underneath. "I love that deep purple color." Bud pulled my hood forward all the way to form a thick pucker at the end, and then slid it back until the entire head was exposed except for the rim. "Can you feel that tight ring of skin squeezing your corona?" "Oh, yeah, I can. It feels so good," I said. Now Bud pulled my hood forward again, grasping the end and stretching it out fully, putting tension on the nerve endings inside it. Then he pushed it back with his fingers right to the rim. "Now I'm going to uncover your corona. Feel it snap over the rim and down into the groove behind it." His fingers pushed back slightly, and I felt my foreskin slide over the rim, stretching with the flare, and then tighten down into the deep groove behind the ridge. Bud knew exactly what felt good to me, and under his expert manipulation my big purple helmet stood out proudly, wet and glossy for us to see. "You've got me so hard, the skin's squeezing the neck of my cock," I whispered as Bud began stretching my skin farther back to bare the groove, which rarely saw the light of day. He now had my shaft skin stretched tightly back, putting a delicious tension on the nerve endings it contained, and I felt my cock respond with a powerful throb. "It's so tight, it's stretching…." I moaned. I turned my head and scraped my teeth gently down the length of his helmet, provoking a hard throb in his cock. Now my tongue tickled his slit again, and was rewarded by another large drop of lubricating fluid. I wrapped my lips around his ridge, twisting my head to increase the sensations, and his cock throbbed again. "You really know what to do to my penis to excite it," he said as he released the tension on my shaft skin. "Now your foreskin's seated firmly behind your corona, and I'm going to probe your sulcus." I felt his tongue force itself between my foreskin and ridge, lapping at the groove and the back-face of my rim. My cock throbbed again as I removed my mouth from his prick and spoke: "Who goes first?" I asked. We both knew it was essential not to have simultaneous orgasms during oral, as there was a slight danger of biting as the spasms overwhelmed us. "You've got me so excited I think I'd better," he said. "I'll just maintain you as you work on my penis." His fingers again closed around my prick, slowly sliding my hood up and down the head. This was at a measured pace, not enough to bring me to the peak, but enough to keep my prick rock-hard. "Okay, just relax and leave the driving to us," I said before my lips closed over his straining red tip. I knew Bud needed relief very quickly, and I was determined to bring him over the edge as soon as possible. My lips contracted around his flaring rim, abundantly supplied with nerve endings, as my tongue once more probed his hole. Now I clamped my hand tightly around the base of his shaft, squeezing hard to compress the veins, and within seconds his hot hard glans engorged further in my mouth. I heard him moan and his fingers moved jerkily on my prick. Now I pulled his rock-hard cock deeper into my mouth, until my lips had engulfed his scar ring behind the head. My tongue ran around the head, exploring the sexy contours of his glans, sending messages of joy down his shaft. I felt his fingers continue to cup my balls, but he'd stopped kneading them as he became caught up with the acute sensations in his cock. "Lovely…" he breathed as I kept on stimulating him. I tasted another drop of salty fluid that flowed from his teardrop shaped hole onto my waiting tongue, and I wondered how much he'd shoot during orgasm. I twisted my head to rotate my lips around his prick, knowing that the sideways stimulation would add to his excitement. His hips began to buck slightly as his breathing deepened, and my other hand felt his balls contract into a hard mass. Bud was inhaling and exhaling through his mouth now, in loud ragged gasps as I drew him closer to the point of no return. His glans was hard and smooth against my tongue and palate, fully distended as the moment drew near. Bud's orifice leaked a steady stream of lube as his excitement mounted, and I felt his thrusts increase. He'd begun to grunt each time his hips bucked, and I knew his explosive orgasm was only seconds away. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt his glans throb against my tongue and palate. I felt his prick lunge toward the back of my throat as his first discharge exploded from the tip. The hot fluid filled my throat and I swallowed quickly, because I knew another hot stream would follow the first. Bud's cries filled the room as he lunged again, shooting another thick hot stream into my throat. I felt each powerful throb in my tongue, palate, and throat as his prick hammered into me. His thick fluid had a salty taste with a strong hint of chlorine, and I swallowed avidly because I wanted him, wanted each discharge, and savored each heavy throb. Bud was now moaning helplessly as I drew each jet from his hard, straining tip, sucking it down into me, and my fingertips felt the throbs of his orgasm as they pressed into the flesh behind his sac. Bud's prick throbbed again, but not as hard this time, and the force of the stream had lessened. He'd stopped thrusting, but his prick was still gushing into my throat. His helmet pulsed again, and again, and finally for the last time. I swallowed hard, then slid my mouth off his prick, my lips carefully wiping the residue from the tender surfaces. His helmet was deep red when I removed my mouth, and I saw a thin string of almost clear fluid begin to fall from the lips of his slit. I quickly licked it up, at the same time pressing a fingertip into the urethra at the base of his shaft. I milked his cock, driving the last drops of fluid towards the head, where they seeped onto my waiting tongue. "Oh, that was intense," he said as he rolled onto his back, dazed and overwhelmed by the shock of his orgasm. His thick, shapely glans was softening in front of my eyes, shrinking but maintaining its beautiful helmet shape as the last droplets seeped from its slit. The lips of his slit were no longer pouting, and had tightened to form a straight slit that squeezed each drop as it oozed between them. We lay quietly for a couple of minutes, and I was aware that his warm fingers still clasped my prick, although they'd stopped moving. I was still rock-hard, my foreskin distended over my hard, bulging helmet, and I knew it wouldn't take much to bring me to a hot, loud climax. Bud stirred and rolled to face me. His fingers tightened their grip slightly, and I felt his tongue slipping inside my hood. He probed my hole, then pushed in farther to caress the broad upper surface of my helmet before running his tongue-tip around my flaring rim. I shuddered as his hot tongue made my glans tingle. The pressure in my bladder added to my tension, and I knew I wouldn't be able to relax and hold back as I usually did. Now his fingers slowly drew back my skin, and I felt my helmet come in contact with his palate and teeth, which scraped lightly along the sensitive surface. I felt his fingers tighten around the base of my shaft, making my helmet engorge to the fullest as it filled with trapped blood. Bud pulled back harder on my skin, stretching the nerve endings all along my shaft as his lips closed into the groove behind my rim. He twisted his head, sending shocks of sensation down my shaft and bringing me right to the edge. My eyes closed and I began moaning, awash in sensations, as I again felt his teeth scrape the sensitive head. My hard, swollen helmet was tingling now, and I knew I was right on the brink. He sucked hard on my engorged head, again twisting his lips around my rim and groove, and my prick exploded. I cried out helplessly as the sensations overwhelmed me, and felt the heavy pounding begin in my cock-root. The first hot jet burned its way up my shaft like hot lava, rushing towards the end and spurting into his mouth. My hips bucked as I groaned loudly, and another gush of fluid filled my tube. My cock-root and prick throbbed again as a third stream poured from my swollen, aching glans, and I felt Bud's throat muscles tighten around the head as he swallowed hard. I was unaware of anything else because my mind was focused on the sensations in my groin as he sucked the sperm from my gushing cock. My cock-root pulsed again, sending another jet into my tube, then another. I was aware that my spasms weren't as intense as before, and that I'd be finished soon. Bud withdrew his mouth so that his lips were wrapped around the front of the helmet, and he stroked my foreskin forward over the rim until it bumped against his lips. Then he pulled the foreskin back to uncover the head completely as his lips followed the retreating sheath down to encase my rim. Again, he pulled back, pulling my foreskin forward to follow his lips, and another gush came boiling out of my cock-root. "HAH! HAH! HAH!" I cried, and Bud recognized that my tip had suddenly become super-sensitive, and he stopped stroking it. His fingers released my shaft, but he kept his lips around the dome of my helmet to catch the last drops. I felt the drops crawling up my tube, parting the lips of my shrinking helmet, to ooze out onto his tongue. I felt his fingers milking my shaft, pressing into the underside to force out the residue as I began to relax. "I felt your glans and shaft throbbing hard as you ejaculated," he said as I rolled onto my back. His tongue flicked out to lick a few more drips seeping from my slit, now shrunken to form a straight vertical line at the front of my helmet, and when he'd milked me dry he slipped the long thick hood fully over the head. "I like the way your foreskin is long enough to form a nipple in front of your glans when you're soft," he said. "That must feel good, the way it tightens down over the head." "You must be ready to pee," I said, and I was very aware that now that my erection was subsiding the pressure in my bladder was becoming uncomfortable, demanding relief. "I've been ready since I began working on you," he said. "I'm really full." He got up and headed for the bathroom, and I followed him as he turned on the shower. Inside, we stood facing each other, the hot spray pouring down the front of our bodies, and Bud's stream began immediately. "It's the hot water on the glans," he explained. "Yours is still covered, so you're not responding yet. Let me help you with that." His fingers expertly stripped the sheath back from my purple head, and the moment the water hit it I felt my inside muscles relax. The heavy stream poured down my tube and gushed from my helmet, draining down onto the shower floor. I lifted the head of his cock to see the front, and saw the lips of his slit distended into a perfectly round hole as the yellow stream poured from it. Bud lifted my cock as well. "Your meatal lips are round, just like mine," he said as our streams poured over each other, the hot shower water rinsing them away. "Your glans is still purple, though not as dark as before." I sighed with relief as the pressure rapidly diminished, and he did too. Finally, we milked the last drops of urine from each other's pricks and Bud slid my foreskin fully forward again. We soaped up and rinsed off, then dried each other. "Are you going to use the Astroglide?" he asked. When I nodded he said: "Let me do it for you." He stripped my foreskin all the way back on my limp shaft to expose the head and groove, and dripped several drops of Astro into the groove, spreading it over the head as he pulled my hood forward again. I saw that a large clear drop of the artificial lube filled the pucker at the end of my foreskin. "I'll get that for you," he said as he dabbed the end of my hood with a piece of toilet paper. "I know you feel more comfortable with the glans lubricated, but too much would stain your shorts." "Ready for breakfast?" I asked as we dressed. He nodded, and we went out to eat.