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Playing Together Part 1
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by Jackinnm I got up that morning and went into the bathroom to relieve myself before drinking my usual four cups of coffee. I’d gotten up as soon as I’d awakened so I hadfn’t yet gotten the usual morning hard-on. I tugged my long foreskin back to half uncover my big purple helmet, with the slit at the end, and relaxed my sphincter, waiting for the flow to begin. My thumb was on top of my shaft and my index finger was underneath, squeezing only enough to keep the long hood partly retracted. My index finger felt the pulse in my urethra a moment before the stream began to flow from my slit, spreading the lips as it emerged. I watched my thick stream flowing into the sink as I turned on the tap, enjoying the sensual feeling of the flow inside my prick. I always enjoyed taking a pee, as it always produced a pleasant tickle inside my shaft and helmet. My prick began to swell between my fingers, but I knew from experience that I’d be able to finish draining my bladder before erection cut off the flow. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the delicious tickle as the warm yellow liquid swirled inside my urethra. As I felt the flow slowing, I tightened my crotch muscles to force the last drops from my prick, and then began to milk my shaft, pressing my index finger into my tube behind my tight scrotum and urging the residue forward. I continued the milking along the underside of my shaft, until I’s squeezed out the last drops. By this time, my fat helmet was fully swollen, although my shaft was not yet completely filled with blood. I slid my long rubbery foreskin back all the way to see the flaring rim, and then slid it forward, where it formed a long nipple beyond the head. I resisted the temptation to stroke it further, as I wanted to save myself for my date with Larry after work. I’d met Larry through a mutual friend, and we took to each other very well because we had a lot in common, such as both being 30. We were both divorced, and reluctant to begin another relationship with a woman, feeling that self-pleasure brought fewer complications and almost as much gratification. That evening, two days ago, we’d both had a few drinks and the alcohol stifled our inhibitions. “I like stroking off, although my hand on my prick doesn’t feel as good as when someone else is handling it,” he’d admitted. “I feel the same way,” I replied, adding: “I’ve done it with another guy a few times, and that felt pretty good.” “You mean doing it to yourself, or to each other?” he asked. “Well, the first time we began doing it to ourselves while watching a porn video together, but soon our hands were on each other’s pricks.” “I guess that felt better, didn’t it?” he asked. “When I got together with another guy, we always ended up stroking each other’s dicks.” “One thing I found out is that another guy can handle my prick better than any woman I’ve had sex with,” I said. “I think most women don’t really know what makes a guy’s prick feel good.” “Let’s try it, then,” Larry urged. He didn’t have to try very hard to persuade me, and I invited him to my house a couple of days later. That afternoon I went home directly and ate a quick sandwich before Larry arrived. It was a hot summer day in Phoenix and when he arrived he was sweaty, which gave me an opening. “Looks like you’re ready for a shower,” I suggested. “I really am, but you look like you could use one too. Anyway, taking a shower together would be a good way to get acquainted.” “Come on, let’s go,” I urged, leading the way to the bedroom, where we began to undress. Larry was a bit shorter than my six feet, but more muscular than I. Like me, he had brown hair and eyes. Unlike me, he had a very attractive smile, where my normal expression is a slight frown. Neither of us was very hairy, with slight hair covering on our chests, and typical pubic bushes. “You wear boxer shorts too,” I observed as Larry removed his slacks. I dropped mine and he said: “You do too. I guess we both don’t like the confining feeling of the other kinds.” “Right, I like to feel my prick swinging when I move,” I replied as I lowered my boxers. “Hey, you’re like me, not circumcised,” he said, with a note of excitement in his voice. He removed his shorts and I got my first look at his equipment. “I’m glad I’m not cut,” I said. “I’m glad you’re not either.” “We’re both lucky,” he added. “I think that skin makes jacking off feel much better.” “That’s my feeling too. I really like stroking that foreskin over the head. The head’s more sensitive, too.” “We’re about the same size, limp, anyway,” he said. “About four inches, counting the skin.” “Mine gets up to six,” I contributed. “Mine’s a bit longer, almost seven, but yours has a really nice head on it. I can see it through your skin.” Our pricks were beginning to swell, and I quickly led him into the bathroom, where I turned on the shower. Once we were under the water, enjoying the warm stream coursing down our bodies, Larry reached towards me and picked up the end of my foreskin between two fingers. “That feels good,” I said as I grasped the head of his prick and gently pinched it through the foreskin. “You’ve got a lot of skin, longer than mine, and thicker, too,” he said as he continued to stretch it out, away from my body, bringing my prick to a horizontal position. “Yours isn’t short, either. It covers the head completely and even forms a pucker in front.” “Can you skin it all the way back?” he asked. “I sure can. Want to try it yourself?” I asked as I continued stimulating his glans by gentle squeezes. “That feels good, and you’re getting me hard,” he said as he grasped my shaft with his left hand and began pushing my ample foreskin back over my head. “What you’re doing feels really good, stretching my foreskin over the head,” I said. “That stretchy feeling sends me into seventh heaven.” Larry pushed my foreskin back farther, until the edge was poised on the rim of my glans. By this time his prick was rigid, standing out at 90 degrees. “Yours covers the head when you’re hard too,” I observed, “just like mine. That gives a nice long stroke.” Now he gave my foreskin ring one last push, sending it into the deep groove behind the head. “I really like your head. It’s deep purple, and I like the shape, too. It looks just like a German helmet, with that high rim. I like the way your rim flares, the way it defines the head. Your skin’s tighter than mine, but it slides back over that big head just fine.” As he spoke, I pushed his foreskin back, uncovering a mushroom shaped head that was pinkish purple. “Yours slides easily too, and I bet it feels good when you slide it. You’ve got lots of skin to slide along that long shaft.” “My dick’s longer, but your shaft is thicker,” he said. “Maybe we’d better soap each other, unless you want to come off right here in the shower.” I let go his prick and picked up the bath sponge, pouring shower gel onto it. I began to scrub his chest. “Just relax, Larry. Let’s get washed, and then we can have a long slow jack in the bedroom.” He released my prick, pulling my foreskin forward to shroud the head. His was still exposed, and the suds ran down over the contours of his shapely prick. “I don’t use soap on my dick. It just doesn’t get that dirty. Water rinses it off just fine,” he said. He turned to face the shower head, rinsing off the front of his body, and I began on his back. “Neither do I. Water does the trick for me, too,” I said as I ran the sponge down the crack between his buttocks. “I’m going to rinse the suds off my dick and pull the skin forward. That’s all it needs. Here, let me do you now.” I handed him the sponge as he turned to face me again, and he began scrubbing me, down my chest and abdomen, and under my scrotum. He gave me a budge and I trned to let him scrub my back, where he did the same as I’d done to him. When he’d finished, we took turns under the shower head to rinse ourselves, and then we dried each other’s bodies with my thick bath towel. We got on the bed, lying facing each other, our pricks now only half hard. He reached for my foreskin again, gently tugging to excite me and make my prick swell. “That’s a real long nipple you’ve got on your skin,” he said. “It looks very sexy.” I reached for his foreskin, grasping the pucker in front of his glans and gently stretched it out as he was doing to me. “Yours is nice too. I can feel the head swelling behind the skin.” “Get mine nice and hard before your strip it back,” he said. “It really feels good when the head’s all swollen and makes the skin stretch when you slide it.” “Do the same to mine,” I urged in a whisper. “Mine feels the same way.” “We’re lucky our dicks work alike. You know exactly what to do to me, and I know how to handle yours.” Ours pricks were rapidly swelling under the gentle stimulations, and within seconds they were fully hard, facing each other, swollen heads stretching our foreskins. “You like this?” I asked as I ran my fingertip around the edge of his foreskin pucker. I saw his prick jerk as my finger made contact, teasing the nerve endings at the end of his foreskin, which began to slip back to expose a dime-sized area of his glans. As I circled the opening, my fingertip brushed lightly against the tender surface of his mushroom head, sending shocks of sensation into his prick. I pushed my finger farther into his foreskin, stretching it as my fingertip caressed the many tender nerve endings of his swollen glans. I worked my finger gently around the head under the foreskin, pausing at his gee-string, where I pressed gently. “I bite my fingernails,” I continued. “I know. Otherwise you might scratch my tip. My tip’s very sensitive,” he said, enjoying the sensations. “You’re really turning me on.” He let go of my foreskin nipple and began stretching it back slightly over the head. “Too bad I don’t bite my fingernails. I wouldn’t want to scratch your tender tip.” “I like what you’re doing now,” I said. “I like that stretchy feeling you’re giving me.” Now I removed my finger and began to slide his back slowly, in small increments, returning it to the fully forward position between tugs. “Your skin’s tighter than mine,” he observed as he began sliding my foreskin in slow motions, back and forth, in the way he knew excited me because it did the same thing to him. He watched, fascinated, as my tight opening stretched to reveal the front dome of my helmet, and then more of it as he skinned it back farther. “My foreskin really hugs the head,” I explained. “You don’t have to grip it very tightly to make my prick feel good. Just two fingers, enough to get a hold of the foreskin and make it move.” His expert fingers drew my foreskin back, stretching it farther, and I sighed in delight. “I can tell you really like that,” he observed as he continued the sensuous motions along my foreskin and glans. “Your tip’s sensitive too.” I worked his foreskin up and down his swollen mushroom as well, and noticed a slight quiver in his body as the sensations took hold. “Now I’ve got the head half out,” I said as I shifted my position to bring my head closer to his prick, inhaling the delicious masculine aroma of his wet foreskin and glans. I love the smell of your prick.” “Yours is nice too, real hot and musky,” he said as he moved his head closer to my prick, taking deep breaths through his nose. I blew on the exposed front of his glans. “Aaaahhhh” he said at the sudden sensation. “It feels cold.” He skinned me back farther and blew on my helmet. The sudden cold shock made me tense, and my prick jerked between his fingers. “That’s lovely,” I whispered, supremely gratified that we were turning each other on so successfully. “I know. I felt your dick jerk when I blew on the head.” He pushed my foreskin back farther. “Your skin’s like a tight ring around your rim,” he added as he once more blew on my now almost totally exposed helmet. I skinned him back all the way, drawing the tender foreskin back into the groove behind his rim and giving his glans its freedom. Now I began blowing on the head. I blew on the top of it, around the rim, and into the triangular groove underneath where his gee-string joined the foreskin to the glans. His body quivered as he sighed deeply, and drops of clear fluid seeped from his pouting slit. “You’ve got a thick gee-string, thicker than mine,” I said as I pulled back harder on his foreskin, watching the head dip down towards his balls. “It pulls the head down.” Larry pulled back on my foreskin, bringing it down into the groove behind my corona, and blew on the now totally bared head to send a thrill through my body. We were now in a “69” position, faces close to each other’s pricks so that we could study them closely. “Your head doesn’t go down when I pull back on your skin,” he said. “You don’t have as much gee-string as I do, or it’s not as tight.” “Your balls hang lower than mine, but I see them coming up now,” I said. “Yours are always tight, aren’t they?” he asked. “They’ve always been that way. They get a little tighter when I start to come, but that’s it,” I replied. Now I cupped his balls with my left hand, feeling the orbs sliding inside the loose skin. “Your dick’s got a big vein on the right side,” Larry said as he lightly traced it with his fingertip. “Mine’s got a few little veins, but not as big as that one.” “I like the way your prick’s got a graceful upward curve. It’s not bowed, just a slight curve.” “Your shaft’s straight,” Larry replied. “You’ve got the bulge of that tube under the shaft, just like I do.” “That’s the urethra,” I said. “Ever pinch it while you pee?” I asked. “I’ve done that. I enjoy it when I pee. Sometimes I pinch the tube, and if I’m peeing in the shower, I’ll pinch the end of my dick-skin. That makes it balloon. You do that?” “I do it whenever I have to pee in the shower,” I answered. “It gushes a lot when I let go. That’s fun.” As we spoke, we jiggled each other’s foreskins up and down, just enough to ride over our rims, and then pulling them all the way back again. “I like the way you’re doing that,” Larry said. “You’re doing it just right to make my dick feel good, but not enough to make me come. If you were sliding it all the way up and down the head, you’d make me come in no time at all.” “We’re both doing it right for each other,” I said. “I want to make it last, just like you do.” “It’s not as much fun if I come too fast,” he said. “I guess we both feel the same way about that.” “I’d better ask you now, so that we know what we’re doing. Do you want us to come together, or one after the other?” Larry’s eyes lit up as I spoke. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to come either before or after you do. I really like stroking a guy, feeling his dick jerk, and watch the cream pouring from his cock. I can’t do that if I’m coming myself. I mean, I can feel him come, but I can’t get the total experience.” “I feel the same way you do, Larry,” I said. “I really want to enjoy feeling your prick throb, watch the expression on your face, hearing you moan, and I can’t do that if I’m coming at the same time. My eyes close, and I’m really out of it.” “Me, too,” he said. “When I come, I’m totally lost. I don’t know what’s going on around me. I’m just blasting off, and my eyes close too. I wouldn’t even hear you if you were moaning.” His fingers stroked my prick insistently as he spoke, keeping my fire lit but not drawing me towards the edge. “Do you shoot or dribble when you come?” I asked. “I usually shoot, but not as hard if I’m alone. When another guy does it to me, I really shoot. How about you” “I usually dribble when I do it to myself, but just like you, when another guy’s bringing me to orgasm, my prick really spurts.” “My cock gets harder just before I come,” he said. “The tip’s usually spongy, like now, but just before I come it gets hard. It also gets darker. Does yours?” “Mine does too. It gets dark purple, and gets harder.” “How does orgasm feel to you? I get this tingly feeling all over my dick, and then I explode.” “It depends on how you’re doing it to me,” I began. “If you keep on doing what you’re doing, I get a ticking feeling in my rim first. Then the tickle spreads all over the head. Just before I’m there, I get a hot tingle all through the head, and then it travels down my shaft and my prick explodes.” “Enjoy that?” he asked and then I felt his tongue-tip drilling into my pee-hole. The sensation was electric, the tip of his hot tongue hitting the sensitive nerve endings and sending a thrill through the head and down my shaft. In those days, the 1960s, we didn’t worry about “safe sex,” and weren’t reluctant to taste each other’s pricks. “I love it,” I whispered as I let my tongue flick out in sideways swipes across his pouting slit. I felt his prick jerk in my hand as the shock of the new sensations hit it. “Your slit swells just like mine when you get hard,” he said, now flicking his tongue-tip across my slit. “They both look like teardrops that way,” I replied, continuing to flick my tongue-tip across his slit and tasting the clear liquid that had begun to flow from his shapely orifice. Now I ran my tongue-tip down into the triangular groove under his mushroom shaped head, to tickle the gee-string, and this made him shudder. “Man, you’re really reaching me that way,” he said as he did the same to me, and I felt a hot spark of sensation stabbing into my glans. My prick jerked as my crotch muscles tightened in a sudden spasm. “Oooohhh,” I moaned as the delightful sensations flowed through my prick-head. “That is nice, really nice.” Now I ran my tongue around the base of his glans, caressing the corona and the deep groove behind it. Larry moaned, and his tongue circled my rim in response. I pulled his foreskin fully forward to encase the bulging head and pushed my tongue into it, swabbing his sensitive glans while stretching his hood. “Oh, that’s nice, really nice,” he said in a husky voice. I knew I was turning him on and fueling his fire. I know it is,” I said as I worked my tongue around his mushroom in the other direction and felt him shudder again. “Your tip’s getting darker, Jack. I think you’re getting close,” he said as he paused. “I’d better stop, unless you’re ready to pop right now.” I felt his hot breath on my sensitive organ. “We’d better take a break, I think,” was my reply as I stopped working his swollen tip with my tongue. “You’re really juicing a lot,” I continued as I observed a large drop of clear viscous fluid pouring from his orifice. “I have a lot of pre-come,” he said. “More than you, I think.” “Everybody’s got more than me. I don’t secrete much.” “How about when you come? Do you get a lot?” he asked. “I do shoot a lot. You’ll see when you make me come.” “That’s why I want to make you come before or after I do. I really enjoy watching a hot man come,” he said. We were still moving each other’s foreskins up and down, lightly bumping the rims as we spoke. “I think we can stay this way for awhile, if that’s okay with you. We can take our time before we come.” “We’re doing all right,” Larry said. “I really enjoy what you’re doing to my dick. I can go for awhile before coming.” “You’re really juicing,” I observed as I dipped a fingertip into the thick liquid flowing from his pee-hole and spread it in small circles around his hot swollen glans. “That too much for you?” “No, just do it lightly, and I won’t come. My tip’s really swollen, though. I can feel it.” “Your tip’s gotten darker too,” I said, continuing to trace small circles around his orifice. “Your is swollen, I can tell,” he said just before his soft lips engulfed the front on my helmet. The contact made me shudder. “They’re both swollen,” I whispered, keeping my touch against his mushroom’s slippery surface very light to avoid pushing him over the brink. “We’ve both got big tips, but they get even bigger when we skin back, especially yours. Without that tight skin holding it in, it really gets large.” “Your rim’s as high as mine,” I said. “You’ve got a deep groove behind it.” I ran my fingertip lightly around his swollen corona as I spoke. “Your rim’s got that sexy flare, but mine’s flat,” he responded. “I like the way your rim curves up.” “Yours is at least a quarter-inch above the neck of your prick,” I said. “There’s a sharp drop-off to the groove.” “Yours too,” he replied. “You have a really deep groove under the head where the two halves of your rim come together.” His lips moved forward again, this time enveloping my helmet right to the rim. I felt my crotch muscles tightening despite my trying hard to remain relaxed. “We’d better stop now,” I suggested. “I’m trying to stay relaxed but you’re pushing me hard, and I don’t know if I can hold off.” I let got of his prick as I felt his fingers leave mine, and we stared at each other for a long moment. “Let’s cool off for a minute. I wanted to ask you, do you finger your ass when you jack yourself?” he asked. “I tried it a few times when I was younger,” I replied, but it didn’t do anything for me. I know some guys really get off doing that. Do you?” “No, not anymore,” he answered. “I tried it too, when I was younger, but it didn’t do anything for me either.” We were on our backs now, pricks on our stomachs, purple heads exposed and waiting for more sensations. “My tip gets really sensitive when it gets fully hard, just before I come,” I said. “Does yours?” “You bet it does!” he replied. “When the head gets that hard, there’s no give when you touch it. Even the slightest touch crushes the nerve endings and really lights my fire. Is your tip the same way?” “Mine’s the same,” I said. “It doesn’t take much to push me over the edge when I’m at that stage. That’s why I like to keep my foreskin all the way back and just bump the rim near the end.” “Keeping it back lets the head swell, and then you need only a little bit to send you off,” he said. “I like long full strokes on my dick. I like the feel of that long skin stroking the whole length of my tip, before and during my come.” “I’ll do it that way to you, then. You can keep my foreskin back, but when I start to come, then pump me hard. That makes it very intense when I’m coming.” “Your rim’s got those little bumps, like I’ve seen on a few guys,” he said. “I think those are the nerve endings, sticking out. That’s why your rim’s so sensitive, and you can build yourself up just by bumping the rim with your skin. I don’t have those bumps, so my rim’s not as sensitive as yours.” “You’re right, I guess. My rim’s the most sensitive part of the head.” “My tip gets very sensitive while I’m coming. I have to stop stroking when I’m near the end, or it’s very uncomfortable. Does yours get the same way?” “Mine usually does,” I answered him. “It depends, though. It doesn’t happen as often when I’m doing myself, but when another guy strokes me off, it always gets super-sensitive.” “Okay, good thing you told me. I’ll watch for that and stop stroking you when you get too sensitive.” “When that happens, just pull my foreskin all the wy back hard and keep it tight. That still gives me sensations without friction on the head,” I said. “That’ll leave your big helmet free to shoot its last drops,” Larry said. “I’ll really enjoy watching it spurt, and then start to dribble when you get empty.” “Want me to do it the same way to you?” I asked. “I know I’ll want to watch the big mushroom spurt too.” “That’ll be just fine, Jack. Watching and feeling another guy come is half the fun.” “Talking like this makes me hot,” I said. “We haven’t been touching each other, but my prick’s still rock-hard.” Larry turned towards me as I said this, as his reply was an urgent whisper: “Then let me finish you off now. I want to see you shoot, and feel your dick throb in my hand. That’ll really turn me on, and then you can do me!” I nodded and felt his fingers close around my shaft, pumping my foreskin against my swollen rim, and then drawing it back hard until it was tightly stretched. “Man, that’s a thick ring of skin you’ve got,” he commented as he continued the bumping action. “It really fills the groove behind the head, and now the head’s really dark.” “I can feel a tickle in my rim,” I said as I lay passively, concentrating on the sensations filling my helmet. “Hitting your rim with those little nerve endings is really turning you on. I can tell. You’re really excited, Jack. Your hole’s filled with lube.” He continued the bumping against my rim, and each time he draw my foreskin back sharply I felt an answering throb in my cock-root. “Just try to stay relaxed, Jack. It’ll last longer that way. Now the back face of your rim’s so dark it’s almost black. The whole helmet’s really swollen.” “I’m trying, but my tip feels like it’s going to explode,” I said as the sensations he was pouring into me pushed me closer to the edge. ‘Your balls are really tight,” he said as I felt the fingers of his other hand grasp the bottom of my scrotum and tug the thick wrinkled skin down hard. “I-I-I feel it starting,” I said as the intense tickle filled my helmet and I withdrew into myself, anticipating the explosive release that was seconds away. “Your eyes closed, Jack. I guess you’re right on the edge. Your tip must be tingling, too.” As he spoke, I felt the familiar hot tingle fill my engorged helmet, and a second later my cock-root contracted in its first spasm. Fire flashed in front of my eyes and the hot jet gushed up my prick, exploding from my tip. I felt him sweep my long foreskin up over the throbbing head, flooding it with delicious, intense friction. “That’s it, Jack, go for it!” he said excitedly, almost drowned out by my loud grunts as my body thrashed in orgasm. “I’m giving you full strokes now!” Another jet of hot lava seared its way up my urethra as I cried out helplessly, totally captivated by the intense, mind-numbing sensations. His fingers continued to pump my foreskin in rapid strokes up and down my helmet, heightening my excitement and bringing forth more gushes. “Your dick’s really throbbing,” I heard him say in the distance, as I tumbled helplessly in the free-fall of orgasm. He said a few more things that I didn’t understand because I was out of it, now, swept along by the rapture of my penile pulses, ejaculating uncontrollably, and helpless in his hands. My tip suddenly became super-sensitive, and I howled. He understood, for his fingers yanked my foreskin sharply back and held it, putting tension on the skin and stretching the nerve endings. Now I was utterly still, totally focused on my throbbing crotch muscles and my pulsing prick, and feeling the hot liquid still pouring from my orifice. His fingers still gripped my scrotal skin, holding it tightly stretched as he held my foreskin tightly back, giving me hot sensations without the devastating friction on the glans, and I felt my orgasm start to taper off, my jets becoming weaker. My crotch muscles contracted a few more times, and then it was over, leaving me drained. “You really blew your load,” I heard him say before I opened my eyes. “Just stay still and I’ll grab some Kleenex and clean you up.” He let go of my prick and balls, and I felt him wiping my stomach and pubic area with the tissues. “Man, you shot a lot of cream. You shot a foot into the air, and I felt the throb in my fingers.” “Oh, thanks, Larry,” I murmured, still dazed by the after-shock of my orgasm. “No, thank you, Jack. It was a real thrill for me to watch that beautiful helmet shooting, seeing the white jets spurting from your purple tip. I felt each spasm in my fingers, especially when you got too sensitive and I was just holding the skin back.” “That was perfect, your holding my foreskin back at the end. It felt really good.” “Yeah, but I almost lost my grip. You’ve got a lot of skin, and I had to pull hard to get it back nice and tight the way you like. Did I stretch the skin enough for you?” “Oh, you did, you did it just perfectly,” I replied, pulling him towards me and lightly kissing him on the lips. “Your lips are soft,” he whispered as we broke the kiss. “Now let me milk the cream out of your dick. I’ll start at the back, behind your balls.” I felt his fingertip pressing into my body, right at the root of my prick, milking my urethra and forcing the fluid forward. “Thanks, Larry. That feels nice.” “Now I’ll work on your shaft, before it gets too soft. I’ll milk your tube right to the end.” I felt his fingertip forcing the liquid residue forward as he brought a tissue to the end of my helmet to catch the seepage. “I think you’ve got it all,” I said as he dabbed at my orifice and then rolled my foreskin forward. “Okay, now your skin’s covering the head again to protect the helmet and keep it moist.” I pushed him flat on the bed and sat next to his right side. “Now it’s your turn, Larry. I’m going to give you a really hot come.” I began stroking his long fleshy hood up and down the swollen mushroom with my right hand, and he reached for my left hand, clasping it with his right. “That feels really good, Jack. Just do me nice and slow. I’ll hold on to your hand. When I’m coming, I’ll squeeze your hand when my tip gets too sensitive.” “Okay,” I said. “I’ll give you full stroked until you squeeze my hand. Then I’ll pull your foreskin back hard, the way you did to me.” “You got it,” he said as I continued to slide the long hood up and down the head. “You’ve got a nice big mushroom,” I commented. “It looks like it’s about two inches long and about as wide.” “That’s close. I measured it. It’s about 1 7/8” each way. I think yours is about the same size, big like mine.” “Your foreskin slides easily,” I said as I continued stroking him, watching the skin wrinkle as I drew it back, and then stretch out when I pulled it forward to engulf the head. “All that lubricant really helps.” “It feels sooooo good,” he said. His scrotum was tight against his body, and I could feel the tension building within him. “Try to stay relaxed, Larry. It’s a good thing you’ve got so much lubricant. It helps mask the sensations, and the build-up will last longer.” “Yeah, I want to feel the sensations build up. The longer it takes, the hotter it’ll be for me at the end.” He was consciously trying to relax, and I helped him by slowing my strokes. “I’m going slower now, and using a looser grip. That should help you relax.” “Yeah, it feels really good the way you’re doing it. Just keep on going that way for awhile,” he said. He was taking deeper breaths now, to avoid building up tension too quickly. “Just concentrate on your prick,” I urged. “Concentrate on how good it feels when I pull the head down.” I slid his foreskin back slowly, pulling it back all the way to put tension on his gee-string and I watched the head dip down towards his balls. “Ooooohhhhh,” he moaned. “That feels so good when you stretch my skin and the head goes down.” “The head’s really dark now, and I can feel it getting harder through the foreskin. You’re close.” Larry’s eyes closed as I spoke, and a dreamy expression came over his face. I pulled his foreskin up over the swollen mushroom, and a shudder ran through his body. “Your muscles are tightening, Larry. You’re on the edge. Want to go for it now?” I asked. Hi answer was a quick nod, and I stepped up my pace to bring on the climax. “I’m really pumping your prick now, Larry. Any second, and you’ll blow.” Larry’s breathing became shallow and gasping, and his legs began to tremble. I gripped his hot hard prick more tightly, and each time I stroked his foreskin up several drops of clear fluid poured from the teardrop shaped orifice, lubricating the glans and foreskin. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he cried out and I felt a powerful pulse in his shaft, followed by a hot hard jet that erupted from his distended slit. It arced a foot in the air before dropping onto his stomach, and yanked his foreskin all the way back before pulling it all the way up in a long hot stroke, that made his prick throb again. “That’s it, you’re really shooting,” I said, not sure if he understood me, because he was totally immersed in the overpowering sensations. Larry’s prick throbbed hard again, and he cried out helplessly as another powerful jet erupted from his pouting orifice to land on hs stomach. I snapped his foreskin back again, and without pausing brought it up to cover the throbbing head as another jet squirted from his tip. Larry cried out again, awash in sensation, as I gave his foreskin another cycle, down and back up, to bring forth another hot geyser. Now I felt his hand squeeze mine hard as his howling reached its peak, and I yanked his foreskin back hard, right off the head, exerting tension on his gee-string and making his mushroom head dip sharply. His hips lifted off the bed as his prick erupted again, the white cream contrasting against the deep purple head. Larry shuddered violently as another jet shot from his tip, but not as far as before. His prick pulsed again in my clenching fist, and another discharge poured from his teardrop shaped orifice, this time rolling down the head and drawn-back foreskin, onto my encircling fingers. He moaned again as another gush poured from him, and he shuddered again as more creamy fluid seeped from his hole. The odor of chlorine filled the air, and I inhaled deeply because I love the odor of man-cream. Now he was still, but his prick still throbbed faintly between my fingers. He relaxed, and I held on to his shaft, holding the foreskin back from the head, because I knew it was still too sensitive to allow the fleshy ring to touch it. We stayed that way for over a minute, and I watched him relax utterly as the force of the orgasm left him, to be replaced by the satisfying stupor of the afterglow. “That was hot,” he whispered weakly as he opened his eyes. “You really gave me a hot one,” he added as he squeezed my hand for emphasis. “I know. I saw you shooting, and I felt your prick throbbing in my fist,” I said. “Just like when I did you,” he said. “I really enjoyed watching the cream pouring from your naked tip,” I said. “I love that smell when you’re coming.” “Your cream had that smell too,” he answered. “It felt hot when it ran over my fingers.” “Yours felt hot too. At the end, it was all running down the head and shaft, and over my fingers too. I was holding your prick tight to keep the skin back and the head down. Did that feel good for you?” “Oh, yeah, it felt terrific when you pulled my skin back and I felt the skin stretching under my dick. I felt the head go down, and that stretchy feeling was a hot thrill for me.” “Now let me milk your prick,” I said as I pulled my left hand from his and pressed my index finger into the tender skin behind his scrotum, forcing the fluid forward. A large drop popped from his shrinking slit, and rolled down the head. Now I pressed my finger along the underside of his shaft, compressing the tube and forcing more cream from the head. “I’ll grab some Kleenex and clean you up; anyway I’ll get most of it. We ought to take a shower.” I wiped him carefully, dabbing at the tip, and then pulled his foreskin up to encase the shrinking head. He struggled to get up, and I helped him to his feet. We entered the shower and I turned on the water. “I bet you have to pee,” he said as he reached down and flicked back my foreskin expertly. The hot water sluicing over my naked glans made my sphincter relax, and a thin stream came out of the front of my helmet. His fingers pulled my hood forward and pinched the end. “That’s nice,” I said as I felt my foreskin distend under the growing stream. “I like to watch it balloon,” he said, still holding the end shut. When my foreskin was fully distended to the point of becoming uncomfortable, he let go and a thick yellow stream gushed out over our legs. He quickly pinched it shut again, and it began to fill with my liquid discharge. Again he let go, and we watched another thick gush pour from the end of my foreskin’s nipple. “I think the hot water’s going to make you pee too,” I said as I held the base of his shaft in one hand, fingertips rested on the tube under the shaft. With the other hand I deftly pulled his foreskin back to bare the thick mushroom, allowing the hot water to bathe it. “Here it comes,” he said as I felt the pulse in the underside of his shaft and the first trickle seeped from his slit. I quickly pulled his foreskin forward, pinching the tight pucker between thumb and forefinger, and we watched his foreskin balloon, until I let go to release a thick yellow gush. “That feels good,” I suggested, perhaps unnecessarily, and he nodded as he sighed with relief. I pinched his foreskin shut again, and it blew up to a balloon shape. I released it, and another thick gush poured from the puckered opening. He skinned me back to let the hot water rinse the residue from my glans and foreskin, and a moment later I did the same for him. We rinsed ourselves thoroughly, not needing soap because our biological products were water-soluble. When we were finished, I turned off the water and we dried each other lovingly. We returned to the bedroom, where we lay facing each other. He leaned towards me and kissed me on the lips. “Thanks so much, Jack. It really felt good when you stroked the cream out of my dick.” “Welcome, Larry. I got my thrill out of it too, feeling your prick throbbing in my hand, watching your face as you were coming.” “I must have yelled a lot, didn’t I?” he asked. “You bet you did. Good thing I live in a detached house. Otherwise the neighbors would have thought I was torturing you.” “You were pretty loud too, Jack. Your eyes were shut tight and you were really out of it. I could feel the veins in your dick throbbing, especially the big one under your shaft. I felt it throb every time you shot.” He kissed me again, very tenderly. “I just loved it with you, Larry. You knew just what you were doing when you stroked my prick. You knew just when to stop, too.” “You told me your head got too sensitive, and I just watched for that. I know it can be painful if you keep stroking the head after that happens.” “Your big mushroom also got too sensitive, and when you squeezed my hand I knew it was time to stop and skin you back. I was tempted to lean over and suck the cream from your prick, though. Would that have been uncomfortable for you?” “I can’t say for sure, but I think it would have. Funny, though, I had the same thought as soon as your big purple helmet started shooting. Jack, that looked so beautiful I really wanted to go down on it and feel it throbbing and spurting in my mouth. I wanted to taste you.” “Well, I wanted to do other things with your prick myself. I would have liked to rub my fingertips all over your big wet mushroom to make you come. A guy did that to me once, and he had me squirming from the moment he skinned me back. It was so hot and intense it felt like I was about to come any second, although it really took a minute or so for me to cream. Ever had that done to you?” “No, nobody ever did that to me, but I can imagine it would be intense. Both our tips are very sensitive, and I think I’d react the same way. When you slipped your fingertip inside my dick-skin before, I felt really good, and I’m sure it’ll be really hot for me when you skin me back and work on the whole head.” “If you like, I can do that to you tomorrow morning, when we wake up.” “We’ll wake up hard, and we’ll have a head start on things.” “Yeah, Larry, when I wake up and see your boner, I won’t give you a chance to say no.” “That’ll be hot, I think. Having a full bladder always makes it hotter for me. Does that happen to you too?” “Always, Larry. The good part is that it makes me hotter, but the bad part is that I don’t last as long. It’s harder to relax with a full bladder. It’ll work fine for you, though. A finger job on your tip makes you come fast, and it’s so intense you won’t care if you take a few seconds more or less. You’ll blow your load so hard you won’t know whether you’re coming or going.” “That’ll be a nice thing to wake up to,” he said. “If I wake up before you, you’ll feel me skinning you back slowly, and my fingers will be on your tip even before I’ve got your hood stripped all the way back.” “That sounds really hot, you skinning me back slowly, stretching the skin, and your fingertips on the front of my mushroom.” I saw Larry’s prick begin to stir as he spoke. “We’d better stop talking about it, and get some shut-eye. That way we’ll be fresh for the morning.” I gave him a hug and we relaxed to enjoy some much-needed sleep.
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