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Mutual with Ronnie

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Mutual with Ronnie by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Sep 21 I’d known Ronnie for several years because we attended the same social issues discussion group. This evening’s topic had been masturbation, and Ronnie had made a good point during the discussion, stating that masturbation did not cause pregnancy or disease, two problems that affected our youth. Ronnie sat next to me, and I’d whispered to him that I agreed completely with his points. After the discussion had ended, we’d walked out together. “Glad you liked what I said,” he told me. “Well, masturbation is a positive sexual outlet for both young people and older ones too,” I replied. “You bet. It certainly is safer than working the bar scene, where you don’t know who you’ll pick up.” “Yes, male or female, the bar scene can be quite dangerous.” “Want to come to my place where we can continue to talk?” he asked. “I’d love to. I’ll just follow you in my car.” Upon arriving at Ronnie’s house, a detached model with double carport, we went into the living room. “I don’t mind telling you that I still masturbate at my age,” he said. Ronnie was about the age as I, early 40s. He was a couple of inches shorter than my six feet, and like me, had brown hair and eyes. “I still do also,” I contributed. We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and I felt his thigh pressing lightly against mine. “Masturbation is a solitary sport, but frankly it feels better for me when another guy’s fingers are touching my penis.” This was an apparent invitation, and I placed my hand on his thigh, fingertips tracing the cylinder of flesh that ran down his leg. “Like this?” I asked. “Yes, and like this too,” he replied as his left hand found my penis, and his fingertips followed its length through the cloth of my pants. “Your touch makes my cock tingle,” he added. “I can feel your ridge through the cloth,” I said. “Can you feel it swelling too?” he asked. “Yes I can. It’s getting firmer under my fingers.” As I felt Ronnie’s penis engorging, I also felt Ronnie’s fingers probing my swelling erection. “I feel your head too, and it feels like there’s skin sliding over it. You’re not circumcised?” he asked. “No, I’m not, I replied. “I’m glad you’re not. I like foreskins. We’d better get our clothes off for some serious stroking.” We stood and quickly dropped our clothes to the living room floor. Our cocks were only half-hard, still arcing down over our balls. “Let’s get into the bedroom. I’d rather change the sheets than have to clean our semen off the carpet and sofa,” he said. I followed him into his bedroom, where we sat on his queen-size bed. Ronnie’s fingers immediately grasped the end of my foreskin, stretching it away from my body, sending hot thrills down my shaft. I squeezed the head of his prick several times between two fingers. “I just love your foreskin because I haven’t had a foreskin since I was a few days old. My parents had it cut off because of religion.” “My parents were Catholic, so I didn’t have that problem.” “What about the doctor? Did he try to sell your parents on the hygiene angle?” “Oh, yeah, but my parents weren’t buying that story because my father still had his foreskin, and he taught me how to wash my penis. I never had any problem with it.” “Your skin’s so long, it even covers the head now that you’re fully hard,” he said. My rhythmic squeezes had made Ronnie’s penis hard too, and now I studied it carefully. It was about the same length as mine, six inches from pubic bone to the end of the glans, with a straight shaft. One difference was that the vein on the right side of my shaft was far more visible than his, and another difference was the thick brown scar behind his head. The head was slightly different from mine, as well, a classic “mushroom” type. It was well proportioned, but his corona did not have the upturned flare that characterized my “helmet” type. However, the ridge stood out above the neck of the shaft by about a quarter-inch. “I like having a long foreskin,” I explained. “That lets me take long strokes.” Ronnie was now jiggling my foreskin up and down the head, testing how far it would stretch. Suddenly, he pulled it all the way back behind the rim, where it locked into the groove. “”I’m glad your skin goes all the way back,” he said. “I like to see the head, especially one as nice as yours.” My purple helmet glistened wetly in the bedroom’s dim light. “Yours has a nice head too,” I commented. Ronnie’s big mushroom shaped glans was larger than the shaft behind the rim, and had a long slit parting the front dome. A drop of clear fluid seeped from between the lips of his slit, and I spread it in small circles around the front of his glans. “Mmmmmm, that feels good,” said Ronnie. I continued tracing small circles around his slit as more fluid seeped out. Ronnie pulled my foreskin up over the head, beginning a series of deep and satisfying strokes on my sensitive penis. “What you’re doing feels good to me, too,” I said. “Keep it up and you’ll make me come.” “Your fingers feel so good on my cock,” he said. “I’m also getting really worked up handling your foreskin. I wish so much I had one of my own.” He pulled my foreskin all the way up to cover the head, stretching it slightly beyond the end. “Play with mine and pretend it’s yours. I’ll keep stroking you, but I think you’re going to need some more lubrication.” “I never have enough natural lube,” he said. “I always have to use something else. Right now I’m using Astroglide. This makes my prick feel warm when I apply it.” He reached for a squeeze bottle on the bedside table and poured several drops on his big mushroom as my encircling fingers spread it over the sensitive surface. “Can you pour a few drops on mine too?” I asked. “I don’t have much natural lubricant either, and I always feel more comfortable if my tip and foreskin are well lubricated.” Ronnie lovingly stripped back my foreskin and poured a generous amount on my glans, moving the thick hood upward to spread it evenly. I sighed in delight as the warm feeling penetrated the sensitive nerve endings. Now that his penis was fully lubricated, I used long twisting strokes to give him strong sensations that would reach right down to the root. Ronnie was working my foreskin up and down my swollen tip in full strokes, uncovering it right down to the rim, and then pulling it up to engulf it fully. “I like the way your foreskin’s nice and thick. I can still feel the head underneath. I love it the way you’re twisting your fingers around the head,” he said. I felt his hot hard prick throb in response as he spoke. “You’re doing a good job on mine, too,” I complimented him. “You’re going to make me cream any time now because your fingers feel so good on my dick.” His fingers had pulled my hood forward so that the end formed a thick pucker beyond my glans, and now he peeled it back all the way until my corona was bared. Ronnie leaned forward to blow on my now naked helmet, and the sudden sensation of coolness made me shudder. “Go ahead, lie down, so I can make you come,” he urged. He gently pushed me flat on the bed and crouched next to my right side, his right hand still stroking my foreskin while his other cupped my scrotum. I maintained my grip on his hot slippery penis, applying the long twisting strokes that he so obviously enjoyed. “You’re making me very hot,” I said. “I can tell. Your tip’s getting darker, and I can feel it getting harder and more swollen through the skin. The ridge’s really standing out now.” His warm fingertips grasped my hood firmly, sliding it up and down the engorged head, sending delightful sensations down my shaft and into my cock-root. I cupped his scrotum, which although had been looser than mine, had now contracted with excitement. “You’re hot too. Your balls are tight against your body now.” “I just love sliding your long skin. How do you want me to do it when you come? Most guys stroke themselves differently when they start to come.” “”Now that I’m close, pull the skin all the way back hard, then bring it up just enough to bump my rim,” I explained. “When you see me start to shoot, give me fast long pumping strokes. If you start to come before I do, then pump my prick hard to make me come.” “That seems easy. I was hoping I’d make you come first, but I’m so worked up that I don’t think I can hold out. Your uncut prick’s more sensitive than mine, but I’m so excited from touching yours that I’m right on the edge.” Ronnie now changed his technique, as I’d instructed him. He retracted my hood all the way, pulling hard to stretch the nerve endings, and then brought it up enough to bump the swollen purple rim. I continued stroking his prick, feeling it throb between my tightly encircling fingers. “I’m close, so very close,” I whispered, feeling the sensations build up in my glans. “I’m getting a hot tingle….” “You’re making my tip tingle too,” he said. “I’m also getting a feeling like I have to pee. Just keep doing it the way you’ve been doing it. That’s perfect for me.” Ronnie was losing control, his orgasm seconds away, although I’d guessed he’d wanted me to come first. I was experiencing a rush of multiple sensations in my crotch, the hot tingling ache deep inside the head that told me I urgently needed relief, and a feeling of urgency like the sensation of needing to urinate. My eyes closed as the complex sensations increased to a peak. “Now!” I groaned as the sensations in my penis exploded. My cock-root contracted to expel the first hot jet into my urethra, producing a sharp tickle and a burning sensation as the liquid fire rushed up my shaft. I felt Ronnie’s fingers tighten suddenly, bringing my foreskin up over the throbbing glans to enhance my sensations. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” I heard him cry as his hot hard cock throbbed between my fingers and I felt hot drops of fluid spraying over my right hip. My cock-root throbbed again, sending me into a downward spiral of mindless sensations, and I cried out helplessly as another turbulent jet boiled its way up my prick to explode into the air as he snapped my foreskin back. “Faster!” he cried through clenched teeth as the fiery sensations overwhelmed him. I tightened my grip and stroked him more urgently, fueled by the hot sensations his encircling fingers were pouring into my throbbing prick. I felt him throb hard as his prick shot another hot load onto my skin. I gripped him hard and twisted my tight fist around his pulsing mushroom, feeling his hot throbs as he spewed his seed onto my naked flesh. “AAAAHHHH!” I cried again as another hot jet hurtled through my pulsing shaft and glans, erupting into the air and falling back onto my stomach and his fingers. I knew we were in this together, fully aware of the other’s supreme sensations, our cocks throbbing with the joy of orgasm. Ronnie was sobbing with the blissful agony of his climax, pumping my prick hard to increase my sensations, and I shot another bolt of hot fluid. Suddenly my tip became super-sensitive, and I pulled my hand from his penis to push his fingers away from my throbbing prick. My tip was so tender that it couldn’t stand any more stimulation, but Ronnie was pressing his tightly against my thigh, pumping to produce friction on the underside of his throbbing shaft and glans. We remained locked together this way for long, endless seconds, feeling our orgasms winding down, enjoying the residual sensations. Ronnie stopped moving, but I still felt his shaft and glans throbbing against my flesh until he’d drained himself completely. I was also drained, weak from the effort, tingling all over and feeling the last dribbles seeping through the lips of my slit. “That was hot,” I commented as I opened my eyes. My prick was flat against my stomach, foreskin drawn back, my naked helmet dribbling clear fluid onto my skin. Ronnie’s prick was still pressed hard against my right thigh, wetting the sheet underneath. “Wow! I really dropped a load,” he said as he poked into my eyes. “It’s so much better than when I do it myself.” “Same here. You really pulled it out of me.” “I think we’d better get up and shower before it dries on us. That cream’s hard to wash out of the hairs when it dries.” We went into the adjoining bathroom, where Ronnie turned on the shower. The hot water sluiced over our bodies, rinsing the sweat and the semen from our flesh. Our pricks were softening rapidly, and I felt the pressure in my bladder. “I’ve got to pee,” I commented. “I hope you don’t mind.” The feeling was becoming irresistible, and I eagerly awaited his answer. He quickly pulled my long fleshy tube down over my shrinking glans and said: “Go ahead, Jack. I want to watch you pee through your foreskin.” He obviously had the same urge from the hot water pouring over his naked head, because I saw the thick yellow stream pouring from the end of his mushroom, and I consciously relaxed my sphincter. It began as a slow dribble that flushed the residue from my urethra, then became stronger until a thick gush poured from the foreskin nipple. At that moment, I felt his strong fingers pinching my foreskin shut and it began to inflate with the trapped fluid. “This is what I like, Jack. I want to watch your foreskin blow up like a balloon.” My foreskin swelled to the size of a golf ball, masking the outline of my helmet, until the pressure was uncomfortable. Then he let go and my stream gushed from the puckered end. My foreskin shrank to fit snugly around my helmet, whose outlines became visible through the tight hood. “That’s nice, Ronnie. You’re rinsing the cream from around my head and the inside of my skin.” “Only uncut guys can do that. I love to see the skin balloon the way it does.” His thumb and forefinger clamped down again on my overhang, trapping the yellow fluid, and my hood began swelling again. When it was fully distended he let go, and another thick gush poured from my pucker. “That was nice. You’re really into foreskins, Ronnie.” He let my stream flow unimpeded until I’d drained myself. Meanwhile, Ronnie had emptied his bladder and his now limp prick pointed down towards the shower floor. “Now let me rinse that beautiful tip,” he said as he peeled back my hood to let the shower spray over the head and the thick fleshy collar behind it. His fingertips ran expertly over the rim to wipe away the residue. Then his fingers ran around the bulbous front end, and finally he pulled my foreskin down to cover the head completely. He turned off the water and we dried ourselves. “You’ve got a lot of skin,” he commented, observing the long fleshy nipple that protruded beyond the end of my glans. “I like a foreskin with a lot of overhang.” We returned to the bedroom, where I helped him strip the bed and put on fresh sheets to replace the soggy ones. We lay side by side, enjoying the calm that inevitably follows climax, speaking in low voices. “Your prick felt so good, throbbing in my hand,” I said. “Yours did too. I felt your big tip throbbing through that thick skin. I really like your foreskin. It’s thicker than any other I’ve seen, even when you’re limp. It makes your big head look chunkier.” “Masturbation is great, especially when you can share it,” I said. Ronnie’s hand was cupping his genitals, fingers squeezing gently, and I knew he was relishing the memory of our recent mutual orgasms. “We came so fast because we were really horny, both of us. We just needed quick relief. How do you feel?” “I’m with you. It was just wild when you put your hand on my prick,” I replied. “I couldn’t hold back at all.” I felt his other hand creeping around my penis, clasping the foreskin and stretching it out away from my body. Now he squeezed my glans through the fleshy envelope, sending thrills down my shaft and making my cock-root throb. I slipped my fingers under the hand that was cupping his groin and squeezed his glans between thumb and forefinger. “I think we’re not finished yet,” he said huskily. “You made me so hot I need another orgasm, and I think you do too.” “I know you’re right, Ronnie. I thought I was drained, but now you’re making me hard again.” “I’m going to get us a couple of towels. I don’t want to have to change the bed again.” He pulled away from me and went to the bathroom, returning with two towels, one of which he spread over my stomach. “You’re already half-hard, like me,” I commented as he sat next to me. He reached for my penis and held it upright, feeling it swell in his fingers as he jiggled my foreskin. With his other hand he reached for the Astroglide. “Now you just lie back while I do you,” he said. “Don’t even touch my dick, because I don’t want to come before you do. I just want to work on yours and make it shoot again. My erection was complete now, and he held it pointing toward the ceiling. He retracted my foreskin half-way and poured several drops of the lubricant over the head, and I felt the warmth seeping into the tender tissues. “I want you to relax,” he said, “and just let me do the work. Just let things happen.” He worked my foreskin up and down several times to spread the Astroglide completely over my glans, and then peeled it back completely to lock behind the ridge. I saw his hot eyes staring at my prick. “You’ve got a really sexy head on your dick. I like the way the rim’s so high it holds the skin back. Is your tip too sensitive to touch?” “No, go ahead,” I replied. He poured more lubricant over my helmet and began spreading it with his fingertips, sending messages of delight into my glans and shaft. “I’m glad I can do this to your sensitive helmet. I did this once before to a guy who had a dick a lot like yours, with a big purple helmet. When I ran my fingers over his big tip, it sent him into seventh heaven.” The touch of his fingertips was so intense that I began to moan with the delicious sensations. “Ohhhh, you’re really getting me hot….” I whispered as the erotic fingertip touches pervaded my glans. “I can see that. Even though you just came, I’m going to make you shoot again, and I think it’ll be just as hot this time. Best of all, I’m going to have a front-row seat to watch you cream.” His fingertips caressed the bulbous front dome of my glans, then traveled back along the broad upper surface, until they reached the hard, flaring rim. Now I felt them moving down under the head, pressing against the twin lobes where the two halves of my corona met in a thin weld line under the glans. He pressed into the triangular groove under the head, stroking and strumming my gee-string, making me moan helplessly. I felt myself utterly lost in the rush of sensations, and dimly heard his comments: “You’re almost ready, Jack. Your tip was spongy when I started, but now it’s hard, and turning darker purple. I’ll be making you cream very soon.” His fingertips danced around my engorged glans, sending a rush of sensation stabbing deeply into my helmet. “Your hole’s different from mine, Jack. Now that you’re hard, it looks like a teardrop. You’re even juicing a little bit.” I was wordlessly enjoying the treatment he was giving me, totally helpless in his hands, captivated by the intense sensations that penetrated deeply into my engorged head. His fingertips traced the outline of my corona, producing a deep and satisfying friction that made me moan louder. “That’s your most sensitive spot, Jack. I love the feel of your hard rim. Your tip’s so dark now, that I know that you’ll shoot any second.” He was right, because I felt my crotch muscles tightening despite my best efforts to stay relaxed. I felt my swollen glans tingling with sensation, aching for release, anxious for the hot blast of orgasm to pour through it and relieve my tension. “Here you go!” I heard Ronnie say as he pulled back hard on my skin to reveal the deep groove behind the head as his tickling fingers plunged into it to hit the nerve endings. My eyes closed as the hot pounding of orgasm began deep inside me, and I cried out helplessly as the first burning jet poured into my urethra. The thick bolt of lava seared its way up my prick, tickling the inside of my glans as it erupted. I was writhing helplessly as another hot jet shot up my tube, and I lost track of time and everything else, completely absorbed in the sensations that paralyzed my mind and sent me spinning into the free-fall of orgasm. I cried out again, feeling the hot jolts of sensation throbbing through my shaft and helmet, as Ronnie’s fingertips massaged my tender nerve endings to produce another convulsion deep inside me. My legs were trembling and my stomach muscles tightened, and I was consumed by the hot fire of my climax, shooting helplessly, until I was drained. Ronnie was still holding my shaft upright, but he’d stopped stimulating my helmet because he knew that it was now hyper-sensitive, and he just let my last dribbles seep from my hole to run down my glans and shaft. I emerged from the mindless and joyful agony of orgasm to a blissful world, totally drained and content, feeling my crotch muscles still throbbing weakly. “You really shot hard. I skinned you back when you were coming because I wanted to see how high you’d shoot this time, without the foreskin in the way. You shot a foot into the air.” “I felt like everything inside me was shooting out through my prick, Ronnie. Each time I throbbed I shot, and it was like an electric shock going through my penis right down to the root.” Now I felt my erection subsiding, and the delicious sensation of the afterglow spreading through my body. “You just stay relaxed for a couple of minutes. I know you want to make me come, but you need a rest, and my dick will still be hard when you’re ready to start on me.” I saw that Ronnie’s erection was at full mast, although I hadn’t touched him while he’d been drawing the orgasm from my penis. “Just handling your beautiful dick kept me hard, Jack. Feeling your skin sliding over that beautiful head got me so excited that I’m halfway there right now.” He lay down next to me, his chest and stomach against my right side, as I relished the delicious sensation of total relaxation. We lay silently, not moving, until I began to recover from my daze. I sat up and pushed Ronnie onto his back. “Okay, buddy, now it’s your turn.” I spread the other towel over his stomach, grasped his erection firmly, and poured some Astroglide over it, spreading it slowly over his sensitive tissues with my encircling fingers. I felt the responsive throb in his penis as I brought my fist up in a twisting stroke around his big mushroom. My other hand cupped his balls, feeling the loose flesh of his scrotum contract between my fingers. “Ahhhh, that feels so gooood,” he said as I continued to caress his shaft and glans. I used full strokes, beginning at the base and slowly traveling up the shaft until I reached his scar, then twisting my fist to enhance the stimulation because I knew that the tissues in front of the thick brown ring were the most sensitive. My fist closed over his glans, engulfing it to the bulbous end, and then I began twisting the other way as I moved down his mushroom and scar. My thumb and index finger formed a circle around the sensitive tissue between his scar and rim, and I gave his penis a sharp twist. This made him shudder, and I worked back down to the base, stretching the remaining skin on his shaft to stretch the nerve endings inside. Now I moved my fist up again, pausing behind the corona to give him another quick twist, and continued to caress his big glans. “Your balls are nice and tight, Ronnie. You’re getting there.” “Yessss,” he whispered as his eyes closed. He was totally under my control, and I was pouring delicious sensations into the seat of his pleasure, bringing him closer to the inevitable explosion. His purple mushroom was colored a lot like mine, pinkish-purple around the long slit, becoming darker purple towards the rear. Now the color began to darken, and I felt his mushroom lose the spongy feel it had had up to now, becoming harder under my encircling fingers. “Your tip’s getting harder and darker. The rim’s swelling.” A drop of clear fluid parted the lips of his long slit, and I caught it with my fingers and spread it lovingly over his sensitive glans to make him moan. His legs began trembling as I spoke again: “Try to relax. I know you’re tightening up, but it’ll feel better if you can stay relaxed and let me bring you to your orgasm.” He made a visible effort to loosen his muscles, and his legs became still once more. I continued to up and down, twisting strokes, fueling his fire, dragging him closer to the moment of crisis. “Just relax,” I whispered, “and let me stroke your beautiful dick for you.” The head was hard and fully swollen now, the hardened surface resisting the pressure of my squeezing fingers, and I knew he was on the brink. Now I pulled my fist down sharply, pounding on his pubic bone, and then brought my fist up with a hard twist to caress his swollen mushroom. At the top of my stroke I felt a hard throb in my fist. “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!” he cried out as the first white jet erupted from his slit, slamming the lips open and streaming high into the air. His hips bucked and his legs spread wide as another convulsion shook him and he creamed again. A quick glance showed me that his face was contorted with the joyful agony of orgasm, and I twisted my fist again on his throbbing, straining glans. ‘AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” he cried out again, overwhelmed by the fury of the orgasm that wracked his body, and his hot hard penis throbbed and released another bolt of white cream into the air. My other hand grasped the skin of his scrotum, stretching it down towards his feet to give him an extra jolt of sensation. His penis pulsed against my palm and I knew he was helpless in my hands as I massaged his manhood to maintain the momentum. Another hot jet shot forcefully from his throbbing tip, and his loud moans filled the room. His prick felt hot in my hand, partly from the blood distending it, and partly from the intense friction of my fingers as I drew another hot stream from it. Ronnie was moaning loudly and helplessly, and I knew that the intense sensations had overwhelmed and annihilated his consciousness. The next jet was weaker, and I knew I had to lighten my strokes so as not to over-stimulate him. His penis dribbled the last discharges over my encircling fingers, and I knew he was coming down off his high. The towel was wet with his fluids, and I let his hard staff down onto his stomach as I watched it continue to seep. The fluid was clear now, and I knew he’d drained himself and that the residue was merely prostate fluid, similar to the natural lubricant he’d secreted before. Ronnie was totally still now, the frenzy having left his body to be replaced by the heavy daze that follow orgasm. I knew the feeling, having experienced it only minutes before, and I was very satisfied that I’d given him a memorable climax. I was feeling very relaxed now, and I removed the towel from his body, carefully wiping away the residue that coated his subsiding erection. I lay down beside him, waiting for him to speak. My eyes closed, and we both slipped into sleep without a word.