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Playing Together, Part 2

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by Jackinnm When I awoke, I peeled the sheet from Larry�s body to see his prick, ramrod-stiff, lying flat against his stomach. Remembering my promise of the night before, I grasped it, bringing it up so that I could peer into the tiny opening of his foreskin to see the distended purple slit inside. We both had piss hard-ons, and I wanted to wake him in the most pleasant manner possible. I leaned down to inhale the rich masculine fragrance emanating from the end of his prick. Slipping the foreskin back slightly, I inserted my tongue-tip to taste the wetness inside, relishing the musky, salty flavor. The slight contact made him stir, and when I pulled the protective hood back farther, he moaned. Now the orifice was a dime-sized ring encircling the teardrop shaped meatus, which quickly filled with a drop of clear fluid. I saw him open his eyes and lift his head to watch me. �Your prick feels so warm,� I said. �It�s really hard.� �Yeah, I�ve got to pee, like you,� he replied. �Remember last night? I told you what I�d do to you this morning.� �Oh, I remember. That sounded hot. Go ahead and do me the way you want.� �Your prick�s really attractive, I think,� I began. �I like the way it curves up just a bit. That looks really graceful. I like the way your foreskin covers the head, even when you�re full-hard.� �I like that too. Having enough skin to cover the head protects it when I get a piss-hard.� �I know what you mean. I like having a long foreskin too.� �My brother�s skin isn�t as long as mine, although his dick�s a lot like mine in other ways,� he continued. �When he gets hard, the skin pulls back, and he says having the head rubbing against the sheet irritates him. I can understand that, because a couple of times I rolled over in bed and my dick pushed against the sheet, and that forced the skin back. It felt pretty tender rubbing against the cloth.� �Is your brother�s penis the same length?� I asked. �Yep, and it�s about the same shape, with a big purple mushroom just like mine, and the same type of slit. It even curves up the same way. His skin covers the head when he�s soft, like mine does, but it�s not long enough to stay forward when he gets hard. That�s a bummer.� As Larry spoke, I slipped my index finger inside his foreskin, tracing small circles around his pouting slit. �How does that feel?� I asked him. �Really wonderful,� he sighed. �My dick�s already hard, and you�re making it harder.� �I can feel that,� I said. �I can even see your balls getting tighter now.� �Oh, keep on doing that,� he said. �Okay, now I�m going to slip your foreskin back a little farther, and work on the head with my fingertips.� Now I had thumb and forefinger on the front dome of his glans, circling and following the retreating foreskin. �Ooooohhhh, that feels real good,� he said. �Now I�m going to pull the foreskin slowly off your straining knob and give you the full treatment.� I had enough of the head exposed so that I was able to use all five fingertips of my right hand, twisting them over the hard, sensitive surface of his bloated purple mushroom. �Yow! That feels like I�m going to come any second!� he exclaimed. �Don�t worry, you won�t. It�ll take a minute or so. Now I�ll get your foreskin tight behind the ridge, and work on the entire head.� As I spoke, I drew back his foreskin, watching it snap into the deep groove behind the head, giving me access to the sensitive corona. My fingers brushed around its circumference, making him squeal in delight. �Ooooooooooo, that�s so hot,� he said. �I don�t know if I can stand it.� �I know it�s pretty intense. It feels almost painful, but just try to relax. This�ll make you come hard. Having a full bladder will help a lot. You won�t last long. Anyway, you�re seeping a lot. That�s going to help.� Now Larry was shuddering at the intensity of the sensations pouring into his naked glans, and I knew his excitement was mounting. �I can feel the head getting harder,� I continued. �The color�s getting darker too.� My fingers continued circling the slippery head, caressing all the nerve endings. �Now I�m going to go under the head, to hit your gee-string. I�m pulling the skin back hard now. Can you feel the tension? I see the head�s dipping.� My fingertip pressed into the cleft under the head, probing for his sweet spot. �Oooooohhhh, I can feel that pulling. That�s really hot.� As he spoke, I stroked his taut gee-string from side to side with several fingertips, while my thumb brushed around his swollen rim. �The head�s really hard now. When I first touched you, it was still a little spongy, but it�s rock-hard now.� I maintained the tension on his shaft skin to keep the gee-string taut while my fingers explored the compound curves of his swollen mushroom, pouring the sensations into his straining glans. �If you want to taste me, do it now, before the head gets too sensitive,� he urged. I removed my fingers and engulfed the drum-taut glans with my mouth, lips locking behind the corona and my tongue-tip drilling into his piss-hole. After rotating my head a couple of times, I removed my mouth. �Your mushroom�s so smooth, so slippery,� I said as I resumed caressing it with all five fingers. �Now I�ve got my thumb under the head, and the other fingers working around your rim.� Larry had begun gasping uncontrollably, a steady �AH-AH-AH� that grew louder as I continued. �Don�t try to talk now,� I urged. �Just try to stay relaxed. I know it�s intense, and the orgasm will be here soon.� His teardrop shaped orifice was pouring a steady stream of clear viscous fluid onto the engorged head, lubricating my fingertips as they stimulated the many nerve endings under the surface. �The head�s dark purple, and really hard, Larry. I can feel the shaft throbbing too.� �AH-AH-AH� was his only reply, as his attention was totally captivated by the overpowering sensations. �Your balls are really tight, your head�s really swollen, and you�re going to let go any second. I�ll be here for you, lover,� I said as I continued the maddening stimulation. I saw his eyes close, and I worked my fingertip faster over the straining tip. �HAAAAHHH!� he yelled as I felt a sharp pulse in his shaft and a throbbing in his glans. I felt the tunnel under the shaft expand under my fingertips as the first torrent poured through it to erupt from his gleaming wet mushroom head. The hot fluid shot high into the air, falling back onto my fingers. Larry�s cries filled the room as I continued working on the engorged, throbbing head with my fingertips, bringing forth another heavy blast that spurted from his tip and landed on his stomach. His body strained against mine as the full force of the orgasm ripped through it, bringing indescribable pleasure that numbed his mind and made him howl in blissful agony. I knew Larry�s tip would become super-sensitive any second, so I stopped caressing it, but maintained my grip on his shaft, pulling back hard and rhythmically, tensing the gee-string and making the head dip with each stroke, keeping the orgasm going without touching the head. More torrents of cream arced high into the air rising at least a foot above his spewing tip before dropping to his stomach. His hips bucked, and his legs trembled as the fury of his biological storm wracked his body. Now the spurts were weaker, and I watched them become less forceful as he drained himself dry. The spurts had changed to slight gushes, and then to a steady dribble as the residue seeped from his slot, running down over my fingers that still encircled his shaft. The odor of chlorine hung heavily in the air, evidence of his recent rapture. He became still, and I saw his body begin to relax. We both lay without speaking, until Larry had recovered from his daze enough to open his eyes and smile at me. �Thanks, man, that was so hot,� he said as he turned towards me to kiss me lightly on the lips. I felt the warmth of his lips against mine, and I hugged him to me. �I�m glad we�re both men,� he continued. We�ve got dicks that were just made for stroking.� �I really enjoy stroking yours,� I said. �Your penis is very attractive. Seeing and feeling it always turns me on.� I reached for the box of Kleenex to wipe his cooling sperm from his stomach and pubic area, but he stopped me. �Leave it there. Since you don�t produce much lube, I�m going to use my spunk to lube your cock-head when I start working on it. Believe me, you�ll need it!� Now he pushed me flat on the bed and grasped my erect penis, thumb on top of the foreskin covered head and index finger underneath, pressing into my hot spot under the glans. �Now it�s your turn,� he said as he began jiggling my foreskin lightly, drawing it back barely enough to stretch the puckered opening, into which he slipped his tongue. I felt the warmth of his tongue probing my pouting slit, and then reaching farther into my foreskin to caress my corona. He worked his tongue all around my rim, its thickness stretching my foreskin and sending messages of joy into the tightly-stretched nerve endings. A thought struck me and I asked: �Don�t you need to pee?� He finally removed his tongue and spoke: �No, I can hold out for the couple of minutes I�ll need to make you come.� His lips returned to my swollen helmet for a few seconds, and then he said: �I love the smell and taste of your dick-skin and your big helmet. You�ve got a night�s accumulation of flavor there. Now I�m going to skin you back slowly, the way you did me, and let you feel how nice it is.� His expert fingers began drawing back my foreskin as he once more lowered his head and licked in small circles around the widening orifice. His tongue-tip, lubricated by his saliva, on my swollen glans felt heavenly and I shuddered in delight. �Your tongue feels wonderful, Larry. The top of it feels a little rough, but the underside is as smooth as my tip.� Now he had my helmet half uncovered, and was working his tongue around the periphery of the big front dome. I felt my foreskin stretching back farther, and his lips closed on my rim. �I bet you can feel how hard the head is,� I said. He twisted his head, giving me a sharp sideways spin around my rim, and I felt my cock jerk in response. Now his fingers slipped my foreskin back over the ridge to snap down into the groove behind my corona, and his lips tightened into the bottom of my deep groove, squeezing it and its many sensitive nerve endings while I moaned in passion. Finally, he removed his mouth and I felt the light scrape of his teeth along it hardened surface, teasing the nerve endings and making my cock-root tighten again. �Just relax, relax, and I�ll take care of you,� he said as I felt his rough fingertip caressing my front dome, swiping across my slit before twirling around it and awakening all the nerve endings. �I�m trying to stay relaxed, but what you�re doing�s driving me up the wall,� I replied as he worked his fingertips down around my helmet, caressing the rim and filling it with sensation. �My saliva�s starting to dry out, so I�m going to use some of my spunk,� he said as I felt his fingertips momentarily leave my glans, returning quickly with a coating of his thick, viscous fluid which me massaged into the head. I felt my stomach muscles tighten as the sensations became almost too intense to bear, and it felt as if I would be coming in the next few seconds. �I�m almost there, I moaned, as his fingertips continued twirling around my hot, swollen glans. �No you�re not,� he assured me. �It feels like you�re going to explode, but it�ll be another minute before you cream.� Now his fingertip caressed the back-face of my corona, and he spoke again: �You�ve got a beautiful helmet, Jack. The way the ridge flares is so sexy, and I want to feel those curves.� I felt his fingertips dipping into the deep groove behind my straining glans, caressing the nerve endings at the bottom, before moving on to touch the inside of my tightly-stretched foreskin, inside-out behind the head. �WOW! That�s exciting,� I whispered as I felt my excitement building up inside me. �Your balls are normally tight, but they�re really tight now,� he remarked. �There isn�t any slack in that wrinkled skin. I�m holding the skin on your dick taut too, so you can feel it stretching.� I did feel the straining nerve endings being pulled taut as he massaged the surface of my inverted foreskin, and I began gasping at the intensity of the combined sensations. �Now to give you a couple of twists,� he said as I felt his fingertips circling my corona, the fiery friction making me gasp louder. My cock-root contracted sharply, and for a moment I thought that the end had come. �You�re close, but not that close,� he said as he worked his fingertips around my rim and onto the body of my helmet. �Your big tip�s so hard�� It�s getting so dark�.� He trailed off, and just before my eyes closed I saw my naked helmet standing out proudly at the end of my shaft as he maintained his iron grip on my prick below the head. �Ah-ah-ah�� I began gasping, taking short breaths because of the rapidity with which the sensations were hitting me. I felt his thumb pressing into the hot spot under the head, filling the triangular groove while his other fingertips continued twirling around my rim. �Need more lube,� he whispered as his fingers paused and left my helmet, returning in a moment with another thick coating of his glorious sperm to lubricate their passage. The maddening sensations resumed, and I felt my legs begin trembling as my cries became louder. My tip was so swollen that it began to ache for orgasm. �Your helmet�s so hard I can tell you really need relief. That�s it, I�m going to make you come NOW!� he said as he picked up the pace. I felt his magic fingertips dancing over the hot hard surface of my glans, probing every nerve ending and sending hot sparks of sensation shooting deeply into my helmet and shaft. I felt the hot tingle in my glans exploding. �HAH!-HAH!-HAH!� I gasped as my arousal built to its peak, and my entire body shuddered as the hot sparks reached my cock-root, sending it into spasm. A sharp and almost painful contraction gripped my cock-root as the first torrent of hot lava shot up my urethra, searing its way towards the pouting slit at the front of my straining, tingling helmet. I felt a definite shock as it slammed through the lips and burst into the air. My fists were clenched and the hard throbs from my groin filled my body as I tumbled into the free-fall of my orgasm. �GO FOR IT!� he yelled as he worked his fingertips even faster, pushing my orgasm to a higher level. I felt another shock deep inside me, and I cried out helplessly as a second hot jet hurtled towards the tip. Now I felt the hot fluid being massaged into the surface of my glans, and my entire world shrank to just my pulsing shaft and my throbbing helmet. My cries of delighted anguish filled the room as I shuddered in the throes of my orgasm, helpless in his hands, as his fingertips drew another spasm from my overheated cock-root. I felt the powerful throb filling my shaft and head as the high-pressure jet squirted into my urethra, filling it with a hot tingle as it surged towards the exit at the end of my tip. Suddenly my helmet became super-sensitive, and I yelled at the top of my lungs as Larry�s fingertips continued punishing my tortured glans. At this, he stopped the friction, and I felt the grip on my shaft tighten as he moved my foreskin up and down in short, sharp jerks, stopping short of bumping my sensitized rim but yanking hard on the nerve endings. Tears came to my eyes and I began sobbing uncontrollably as the mind-numbing sensations annihilated all conscious thought. My entire world was in my cock, throbbing, pulsing, and ejaculating, as yet more rushes of fluid poured out. I felt the hot gushes running down my glans as my jets became dribbles, and yet the hot sensations continued until I was totally spent. My breathing slowed as the paralysis of the after-shock crept over me, and I lay inert and helpless for a long time. When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring lovingly down at me. He leaned forward and I felt his warm lips brush mine. �Thank you,� I whispered feebly, still unable to move. A couple of minutes later I stirred, asking: �Want to get into the shower?� He had slipped my foreskin forward but I noticed he hadn�t even tried to wipe away the pools of cream on my stomach and they contrasted sharply with my dark brown hairs. He must have sensed what I was thinking, for he said: �No, I didn�t wipe you. We�ll go in there and the hot water�s going to flush us both out, and wash the cream from our bodies.� We got into the shower, and when I had the water running at full force, he said: �I�m going to have to pee even without being skinned back because I�m so full. Want me to skin you back?� �No, it isn�t necessary. I�ll be draining in a just a second.� I felt a slight trickle begin as I saw a few yellow drops leaking from his limp foreskin pucker. �I always love feeling that hot rush when I pee. It�s really nice after I come,� he said. �It�s just washing me out, and the shower stream�s getting rid of the cream on my body.� His leaking had increased to a dribble that fell between us, and my stream had started as well. �I guess you don�t want me to pinch your foreskin.� I said. �No, I just want to relax and feel the flow. Go with the flow.� �I feel the same way, Larry. I just want to drain myself. I always enjoy the hot tickle in my tube when I pee, but now it�s really intense.� �It�s washing me out under my skin, too,� he added. �Later I�ll peel back and rinse it all off, but right now I�m getting a good cleaning.� �I�m getting the same thing,� I said. �Now that I�m limp my foreskin�s tightened down in front of the head and it�s starting to balloon.� �I noticed that,� he said. �My stream�s dropping right through my pucker, but you�ve got that nipple at the end. That�s holding some of it in.� Our streams were in full flow now, mixing as they swirled down the drain. �I love that swirling feeling around the head,� I said. �That�s washing me out around the rim, and even behind it.� �You�ve got a really nice cock,� he said. �I love the way your skin forms a nipple at the end, and the big bulge og the head behind it.� �Yours is very attractive too,� I replied. �Your tip makes a big bulge too, and I can see the shape of your mushroom through the skin.� I lifted his prick, holding it delicately by the bulge, and his stream poured over my pubic hairs. I saw his thumb and index finger grasp my foreskin�s long nipple, and felt him pinch it lightly. �I think I can do it now,� he said as we both watched my foreskin begin to swell. The full force of my stream was spent, and the wrinkled skin stretched slowly as it filled. �That really is nice, but remember to skin it back for me when you let go.� I began to peel his foreskin from the still swollen mushroom as I spoke, to let the water rinse it thoroughly. The pink inverted layer of his foreskin came into view as the sheath uncovered the rim, and the hot water removed the last traces of sperm and urine. �Now I�ll let go,� he said as he loosened his grip and we watched the thick yellow gush erupt from the end of my nipple. �Now I�ll peel you.� His finger slipped my foreskin delicately back over my big purple helmet and I felt the welcome rush of hot water sluicing down my shaft and over the glans. �My tip�s not fully shrunken yet,� I said. �I noticed that. Our shafts are limp but both our tips stay swollen for awhile after we come.� I tightened my crotch muscles to squeeze out the residue, and I could tell from the throbbing of his prick that he was doing the same. He reached under my scrotum with his other hand and I felt him milking me, forcing out the last drops. Now his fingers were on my shaft, carefully squeezing it, pressing his fingertips into the tubular channel on the underside, draining me thoroughly. I did the same for him, and when he was totally drained we began soaping each other. �We�d better grab some breakfast and get to work,� I said as I dried him. �Maybe we can continue this tonight,� he suggested as he dried me.