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Playing Together Part 3

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by Jackinnm Larry�s car pulled up in my driveway a second after I�d shut off my engine. We got out and went inside. �I�ve got to head for the bathroom,� I said. I�ve got to take a real hot piss. I�m ready to burst.� �Me, too,� he said. �If I don�t drain myself, I�ll burst.� We rushed into the bathroom and stood side by side at the sink as we hurriedly hauled out our pricks, which were half-hard from the tension of full bladders. I skinned back halfway, revealing the bulky front dome of my helmet, and consciously relaxed my sphincter. �That feels good,� I said as my thick stream began to flow. Larry�s blunt-ended mushroom was completely exposed, as he�d yanked his foreskin back all the way, and I saw his flow begin. �Man, this is a real hot piss,� he commented with a sigh of relief. �Mine is too,� I answered. �When I�m this full, it tingles and feels really hot in my prick.� �Mine�s so hot it�s almost burning,� he added. �It feels really good, though.� �Oh, yeah, I enjoy a good hot piss. It�s almost as intense as an orgasm for me.� �I feel the same way,� he said as we watched our thick streams mixing in the sink. I turned on the water to rinse the liquid and continued to drain myself. I could feel my tension abating as the pressure in my bladder lessened. �I can smell your dick skin,� he continued. �I really love the smell of uncut dick. I�m really glad you�re uncut.� �I can smell yours too. It�s been a hot day and both our pricks are pretty sweaty under our foreskins.� �I guess that smell turns you on as much as it does me,� he said. �It does. I�m glad you�re like me. I�m almost done now. It feels a lot better,� I said as I saw my stream slow. �Me, too,� he said, and his stream slowly diminished to a dribble as did mine. We milked our pricks, pressing a fingertip into the tender area behind our balls and forcing the residue forward. Then we squeezed our shafts to expel the last drops, finally pulling our foreskins forward to protect the tender heads. Back in the bedroom, we began to undress, watching each other avidly as our bodies were revealed. �I�m so hot from having to piss,� I said. �My prick hasn�t gone totally soft, and that tells me I need to come.� I watched Larry as he dropped his boxer shorts. He was slightly shorter than my six feet, with a muscular build, and both of us had brown hair and eyes. �I feel the same way,� he said. �We both need to come, but maybe this time we can put on a show for each other. I�d like to watch you jack your dick, and you can watch me while you�re doing it.� �That would work,� I answered. �That way, we can both come, almost at the same time.� �Yeah, we can avoid the lag when we make each other come. If you shoot first, I�ll be only a few seconds behind you.� �I know I�ll enjoy watching you,� I said. �Maybe you�ll come first, though. You really like to pump your prick when you jack yourself.� �I know I�ll enjoy watching you. It�s a real thrill for me watching a guy�s most private moment. It�s so intimate.� �One reason I�ll enjoy watching you jack off is that I love the way your prick looks,� I continued. �I�m really into cock, and yours is one of the nicest I�ve ever seen, with the big head making a bulge in your foreskin, and the shaft with its graceful upward curve.� �I think your dick�s handsome too,� Larry said. �You�ve got a straight shaft with that big vein on the right, and your helmet-shaped head looks really nice. I can see the flaring ridge with or without your dick-skin covering it. It�s a real turn-on when you skin back and uncover the head, though, especially when you shoot.� �I think we�ll have to be careful not to come together,� I said. �I don�t want to miss the show. You know how my eyes close when I start to come.� �Me, too,� he added. �I wouldn�t want to get cheated out of watching your dick spurting.� We were now naked and we sat side by side on the bed, backs propped against pillows. Larry began sliding his foreskin up and down his large mushroom shaped head in long strokes, reaching for my prick with his other hand. �I just want to get you pumped up,� he said as he began to squeeze my glans through the foreskin. �Oh, I like that,� I said. �You know just how to get me started. Each squeeze makes my cock-root throb.� �I know,� he said with a smile. �I want to feel your dick get hard in my hand. That�s a real turn-on for me.� As he spoke, I reached over and cupped his balls. �Your balls hang lower than mine. I�m going to get them nice and tight for you.� �Now you�re almost hard,� he said. �When you get all stiff, you can take over.� His scrotum was contracting quickly between my fingers. �You�re getting hot too,� I remarked. �I guess working on me while I�m working on you is getting you really excited.� His hand was relentlessly working his foreskin up and down his mushroom shaped glans, revealing and then hiding the front dome and piss-hole. Mine was now fully hard, and Larry removed his fingers. �I want to watch you skin it back slowly, the way you like to do. Your dick skin covers the whole head, even when you�re hard.� I placed two fingers on my prick, just over the head, and began sliding the thick fleshy hood back slowly, showing my pouting slit and a dime-sized area around it. �Yours shows only your slit when you�re hard. You�ve got a lot of foreskin too.� �Our slits are a lot alike,� he remarked. �They�re both just slits when we�re soft, but when we get hard, they both expand to teardrop shaped holes. I think that�s sexy.� �I like the big bulge your mushroom makes under your foreskin. Even though your foreskin�s as thick as mine, the shape of your head shows through it.� �Yours does too,� he said. �I can see the big flaring rim of your cock-head. That makes it look like a helmet.� Now I was sliding my foreskin back farther, exposing half the head, while he maintained the long strokes that almost uncovered his rim. �Our tips are about the same shade of purple,� I said. �I love that color.� �I do too,� he said. �Skin yours back a little more, so I can see the rim.� I obediently retracted my foreskin all the way, and it snapped into the deep groove behind my corona. �Okay, I�ve got mine back,� I said. �Skin yours back too, so that I can see your precious head.� His fingers expertly slid his hood back to reveal the thick corona that delineated his glans from the shaft behind it. �We�ve both got big rims,� he said, �but I like the way yours flares out. I think that looks so sexy.� �You had your lips around it last night,� I said. �I could see how your enjoyed doing that.� Looking at Larry�s prick, I saw that a large drop of clear fluid was seeping from his distended slit and running down the head to run under his thick fleshy collar. Now he slid his hood forward and engulfed the entire head, stretching the foreskin to form a tight pucker beyond the bulb. �I can smell your lubricant,� I said. �I love the way you lube so much. That�s really sexy.� �You stroke slower than me,� he said as I resumed my back and forth cycles. �I guess I�ll be coming before you.� �I like to feel the foreskin sliding up and down the head,� I replied. �When I go slow, I can feel every wrinkle, every nerve ending.� Larry�s fingers moved up and down his prick, drawing the foreskin all the way back to the rim and up again to cover the tip. I�d removed my hand from his scrotum. �Your balls are as tight as mine now,� I said. �You�re on your way.� �Your dick�s fatter than mine,� he said. �Yeah, but yours is longer, almost seven inches. Mine�s only six,� I replied. �I like to watch the head of your dick get covered and appear again. That helmet is so sexy.� �Your foreskin makes a soft slapping sound each time you bring it up over the head,� I said. �I think that�s sexy.� �That�s because mine�s looser than yours. Your dick skin hugs the head.� His pace increased as his excitement mounted. �I like the nice stretchy feeling I get when I pull it down over the head,� I said. �You�re lubing a lot. I guess that means you can go faster.� �That lube is nice, but it means I have to go faster to get the same feeling.� �I can tell you�re ahead of me,� I said. �Your tip�s getting darker.� �Yeah, and I can feel it getting harder through the skin,� he replied. His jaw clenched as he spoke, and I knew he was tensing up for the inevitable orgasm. His mucus was flowing freely now, lubricating his foreskin and spilling over onto his encircling fingers. �I�m going to watch your stroking your dick as long as I can. That really does a lot for me,� he said. Now his stomach muscles rippled as they tightened, the result of his mounting passion. �I see your legs are trembling. You getting a tingle in the head yet?� I asked. �Yeah, it�s starting to tingle,� he whispered. �I don�t know how much longer I can hold on.� His fingers were flying over his shaft and bulging glans now, and I knew his body was going on automatic. �I�m going to cup your balls again,� I said. �That�s going to help you get over the edge.� As my fingers closed gently over his tight sac, he groaned and his eyes closed. �I�m going to come,� he muttered through clenched teeth. �Right now!� His jaw muscles tightened visibly and I watched the tip of his prick avidly to see the first hot spurt. �AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!� he cried out as the first torrent erupted from his mushroom while it was completely bared, arced high in the air, and landed on his stomach. My fingertips were touching the tender flesh behind his scrotum. �I can feel your cock-root throbbing,� I said as he groaned loudly again, and I watched another heavy gush of hot cream emerge from the end of his foreskin on the up stroke, pouring through the thick pucker and running down onto his trembling, encircling fingers. He began pulling back his foreskin, revealing the white coating on its shiny purple surface. �AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!� he groaned again as he yanked his thick fleshy hood back hard, making the head dip down towards his balls, and another hot torrent shot from his distended slit, this time to land on his stomach. �Without the foreskin in the way, you really shoot,� I said. I wasn�t sure he heard me, as he was in the throes of his orgasm, totally focused on the hot sensations in his prick. Another loud cry filled the air as he pumped his foreskin up over the big glans, catching the stream so that it again ran down over his fingers and shaft, soaking his pubic hair. I�d stopped stroking my prick, afraid that I�d shoot before he was finished. He yanked his foreskin back hard to reveal the throbbing purple mushroom, making it dip again, and I saw another jet spurt, but without the force of previous ones. He groaned again, and more cream poured forth as he engulfed the head with the thick flesh of his foreskin. Now he held his hood tightly back, and I knew his glans had just become super-sensitive. It remained dipped sharply down as another rush of creamy liquid poured from it, but even without the deflection of his foreskin, it just ran down the big bared head. A few weaker spurts poured from his slit, and then he was still and quiet, stunned by the force of his orgasm. I removed my fingers from his scrotum and resumed stroking my foreskin, very slowly, to hold off my orgasm until he�d recovered and opened his eyes. After a couple of minutes, I saw his eyes open and I knew he was recovering from his daze. I asked him: �Want me to clean you up? I can wipe the cream from your prick and your stomach.� �No, not necessary,� he replied. �I�m going to use that cream to lube your head, since you don�t leak as much as I do.� I lay back against the pillows and continued stroking my prick, slipping the long foreskin up and down the head. He dipped a finger into the pool of semen on his stomach and spread it over my helmet when I stroked back my foreskin. On the up-stroke, I spoke: �I can feel it become much more slippery. That�s very nice.� Back when this happened, during the 1960s, people weren�t as concerned about the �exchange of body fluids.� �I like to watch you take those long slow strokes. Each time you skin back, the whole head comes out, and that looks so sexy,� he said. �I�m glad you�re enjoying it,� I said. �I really enjoy having an audience because that�s a turn-on for me.� Each stroke sent messages of joy into my glans and down my shaft as the skin stretched and slid smoothly over the head. �I�m really watching the head,� he commented. �I want to see it change color.� Larry scooped up another dab of his cream and smeared it on my helmet as I slowly slid back my foreskin, and I spread it over the head on the up-stroke. When I skinned back, the cream had spread to produce an even white film coating my helmet. �I�m getting closer,� I said. �I can feel a mild tickle in the head with each stroke.� �Your dick�s really stiff now,� he observed. �That vein on the right�s really swollen.� �My prick feels very hard in my hand,� I said. �I know things are going to start happening any second.� �That�s it! Slide it back all the way,� he urged. �I can see the head�s getting darker.� �That tickling feeling�s getting stronger,� I said. �Just stay relaxed,� Larry advised. �When I get close, it feels like I have to pee. Does it work the same way for you?� �Oh, yeah,� I answered. �Right now I�m starting to get that feeling, and the head�s starting to tingle. I�m going to keep it skinned back now.� I slid my foreskin down to bare the bulging head, leaving its entire fleshy hardness open to his gaze. �That looks nice,� he commented. �It�s so big and shiny. Now let me see you bump the rim.� �Doing it now,� I whispered. �It�s getting intense.� �That rim of yours must be tingling,� he said. �Without the dick-skin covering it, your head�s really swollen. I can see the bumps around your rim. Those little nerve endings really stand out when your head gets that swollen. That�s why you like just to bump the rim, because it�s got all those little nerve endings around it.� �I can feel the tingle in my rim,� I whispered. �The nerve endings there are really tingling, almost vibrating. The whole head�s starting to ache a little, because my prick needs to come.� �I know what you mean,� Larry said. �It�s a delicious ache when I get close. Then I know I really need to come.� He lay his head down on my left hip. �You�ve got a front-row seat,� I whispered through clenched teeth because I was getting very close. �The whole head�s tingling now, and it�s really dark.� �Yeah, I can see that. Just stay relaxed to make this moment last,� he coached me. I was now pulling my foreskin back all the way hard, baring the rim and the deep groove behind it, and bumping my engorged corona on the up-stroke, as the heavy tingling feeling spread all through the head. �Can�t keep my eyes open,� I whispered, as I began withdrawing into myself, my awareness of my surroundings fading as my entire attention became focused on my prick. �You�re so close; the head�s so swollen and dark�.� he trailed off. The tingle in my helmet became intense, and I felt my legs begin to tremble. �I�m going to cup your balls, like you did to me,� he said, and I felt his warm fingers close gently around my scrotum, fingertips pressing into the tender flesh behind them. �Now!� I squeaked as the tingling in my glans exploded and shot down the shaft to my cock-root and the heavy pounding began. My inner muscles contracted sharply and I felt the first hot torrent of liquid squirt into my urethra and burn its way up my shaft. I felt it round the upward curve inside my glans and stretch the lips of my already pouting slit as it shot through them. I cried out in agonized ecstasy as I shot, and it felt as if my entire insides were gushing out through my straining prick. �Go for it!� I heard him shout in the distance as my stream shot clear of my helmet, and I felt the hot drops landing on my stomach. �I love to watch that big naked head shooting!� As I began to come, I stopped bumping the rim and pulled back hard on my foreskin, relishing the delicious feeling of the many nerve endings in the skin being stretched tightly. �Stretch that skin!� Larry shouted, understanding that this produced hot sensations that enhanced my orgasm. A second hard contraction filled my cock-root, and I felt another burning torrent pouring up my shaft. My cries filled the air as the sweet agony of my orgasm overwhelmed me. A third spasm gripped my cock-root and shook my body, and the heavy stream that shot up my shaft produced the mind-numbing sensations that held me enraptured. My body was rigid as a fourth load of cream squirted into my urethra, the hard tickling sensation deep inside me sending me into ecstasy. Larry said something in the distance, but I didn�t understand him because my mind was totally focused on my straining prick, throbbing hard in my clenched fist. The next jet was weaker, but still pleasurable, as my climax began to wind down. I was still moaning as the last few discharges erupted, and then dribbled, from my swollen purple helmet. I lay still, drained by my orgasm, numbed and dazed by the after-shock. I felt Larry�s soft lips on mine, and he whispered something in my ear, but I wasn�t fully conscious and did not comprehend him. When I finally opened my eyes, Larry leaned down and kissed me again. �I just loved watching you come. I felt your cock-root against my fingers while I was holding your balls.� I hadn�t been aware that he had let go, and now I felt his fingers close around my prick, which had fallen down on my stomach after the orgasm, and he gently slipped my foreskin up over the shrinking glans. �Glad you liked it,� I said. �I told you my prick loves an audience.� I wrapped an arm around his muscular shoulders and pulled him down to lay beside me. �It was a real thrill for me to watch the way you do yourself,� he continued. �Seeing the big helmet swell even more when you skinned back and just bumped the rim was beautiful. Then when you started shooting, you skinned back all the way to make the head stand out, and you didn�t have to worry about the head getting super-sensitive.� �Just keeping those nerve endings tightly stretched was enough to maintain the sensations,� I said. �I wish I�d had my camera with me,� he said. �That big helmet standing out at the end of your shaft was so exciting, and maybe I�d have gotten a picture of one of your loads shooting out.� �Too bad my eyes close when I come,� I said. �I always miss the show.� �And what you missed!� he said. �That big flaring, curving rim, standing out high above the neck of your dick because you had all the skin stretched back, the big shiny head, and the spurts shooting out of your teardrop shaped hole.� �I enjoyed watching you come too, but you know that,� I replied. �It was a vicarious thrill for me watching you enjoying yourself so much, knowing exactly what you were feeling, and knowing that soon I�d be feeling the same way.� My prick was now limp on my stomach, and I looked down to see Larry�s, hanging down over his thigh as he lay on his side facing me, noting the big bulge of his mushroom distending the end of his foreskin. �When you shot, your mushroom was covered half the time,� I said. �Still, it was nice to see your cream pouring out of your foreskin, running over your fingers.� �I saw every stream you shot,� he said, because you kept it skinned back from the first one. I like your long foreskin but I really like seeing the head when it�s pumping it loads. If I hadn�t come first, I think I would have lost it right then.� �Good thing you came first,� I said. �It would have been a shame, both of us coming, and both with our eyes closed.� �We both could use a shower,� he said. �It was 110 degrees outside today, and we�ve got to wash off all that spunk before it dries.� He got up and I followed him, walking into the bathroom and turning on the water. �I think I have to pee,� he continued. �We both do,� I replied. �I think it�s great having to pee after an orgasm. That flushes the rest of the cream right out, and it feels wonderful.� A thin trickle began flowing from the end of Larry�s hood, and I reached down to pinch the end of his fleshy shroud. �I like watching and feeling the skin swell,� he said as he pinched the long nipple of my foreskin, trapping the flow that had begun seeping from it. �That stretches the foreskin,� I remarked. �We both know how good that feels.� Both our hoods were slowly distending as they filled with urine. �Yeah, stretching that skin feels great,� he said as our streams increased in volume, distending our taut foreskins to the max. Larry released his grip and we watched the thick yellow gush pour from the end of my nipple onto our legs. A second later I released his foreskin to let the trapped fluid erupt, and our streams mixed in mid-air to fall to the bottom of the shower. �That flushed out the insides of our foreskins,� I said. �I could feel it swirling around behind my rim,� I continued. �It washed out all the cream.� �Same here. I really like it, feeling that hot piss running around behind my rim.� He quickly skinned back his hood and said: �Now run your stream over my head.� I skinned back and aimed my prick at his, and we watched my heavy flow running over his mushroom and the retracted collar of skin behind it. �Now you do me,� I said and he lifted his penis and let his hot stream run over my prick, rinsing away any residue. My flow stopped a moment after his, and we hugged under the shower�s running water, letting the spray sluice over our bodies. We broke apart and soaped each other, finally rinsing off, and I turned off the water. Our foreskins were still locked behind our rims and I reached down to draw his over the bulk of his mushroom. �That�s another way we�re alike,� he commented as I did this. �Both our skins lock behind the rim, even when we�re soft.� �Even though our rims are different shapes, they�re still high enough to catch our foreskins,� I said. �Yeah, mine doesn�t have the sexy flare yours does, but it�s about as high off the neck to hold the dick-skin.� He ran a finger around my exposed rim before grasping my foreskin to pull it down over the head. We dried each other, got dressed, and went out to dinner.