We currently have stories with more being added every day

Playing Together - Part 4

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 14 Apr 2005 0 comments
0 likes views Category: Sex Stories Male Gay Tags:

by Jackinnm When Larry and I returned from dinner, we were sated and tired, and we hit the sack right away, falling asleep in each other�s arms. The memory of our mutual workout lulled us to sleep, and we were well rested by the time we awoke the next morning. It was Saturday, and as we didn�t have to go to work, we knew we had the day to ourselves. Larry�s morning erection was the way I�d seen it before, almost seven inches long, with the shaft curving slightly upward, topped by the outline of his big swollen mushroom. The taut foreskin covered almost the entire mushroom, leaving a small opening through which I could see his distended piss slit. I grasped it at the bulge and teased the fleshy covering back and forth slightly, not enough to uncover the head significantly, but enough so that the gentle sensations woke him. �You�re hard too,� he said as he opened his eyes. We�d slept without covers, as the hot Phoenix night had made them unnecessary. �Just like you,� I added. �I like the looks of your dick,� he continued. �That straight shaft, fatter than mine, with the big vein on the right side. I can see the shape of the big helmet through your thick dick-skin, too. Your skin�s longer than mine, though. Even now, it�s got a pucker at the end. I can�t see any of the head through it.� �I can see your pee-hole,� I contributed. �It�s big and pouting, like mine.� �We both have to pee,� he said, letting go of my prick and getting up from the bed. I joined him in the bathroom and we stood at the sink waiting for our erections to subside enough to allow the flow of urine to start. Larry was slightly shorter than my six feet, but with a more muscular build. His left thigh pressed against mine as we waited. �I�ll skin you back so it doesn�t splatter,� I said as I reached for his prick and worked the long hood back to lock behind his swollen rim to expose his big purple mushroom. I knew that it was necessary to expose only the pouting orifice, but I�d skinned him back all the way to see the entire mushroom. When I let go, he skinned mine back as well, and I felt it snap into the deep groove behind the head, where my flaring rim held it in place. �I like to see your tip too,� he said, explaining why he�d peeled my hood back the way I�d done his. Our pricks were noticeably softening, and I knew we�d be able to pass our fluids soon. The aroma of our moist cock-heads and foreskins filled the air. �I like the smell of your prick,� I said. �It�s so rich and masculine.� �Yours smells nice to me. I like the look of your big tip, too, the way it curves, and that big flaring rim.� �After this, I�ll make coffee,� I said. �First, though, I want to feel the pulse when you start to pee.� I placed my thumb on top of the base of his shaft and index finger underneath, on the urethra. He reached over to do the same to me. Thirty seconds passed, and then I felt the pulse in his tube just before the first trickle from his now exposed pee-hole. At that moment, mine started as well, and we stood together, aiming each other�s pricks into the sink. �I�m going to be peeing for quite a while,� he said. �I�m really full.� Our pricks were getting softer, and resistance to the streams was decreasing. �Me, too,� I added as our streams strengthened and gushed forth into the sink, mixing at the bottom before flowing down the drain. �I really like the feel of a good hot piss. It feels really good when it goes through my prick, like a big tickle.� The mirror over the sink allowed us a front view of our draining pricks, and Larry commented on this: �I can see your tip in the mirror, and I noticed that your slit lips spread out when you pee, just like mine. Anyway, I get that big tickle too when I pee a lot.� �The lips always do. When I�m soft, it�s even more noticeable,� I informed him. �Same with mine when I�m soft. The lips pout like two flaps,� he said. Our powerful gushes continued to flow, and I turned on the cold water with my left hand while still holding his shaft to direct the stream. After another half a minute, our streams slowed, and then became mere dribbles before stopping altogether. Now we were only half-hard, and our still swollen tips drooped into the sink. �Now I�ll milk you down,� I said as I ran my index finger behind his low hanging balls to press into his urethra, forcing the residue forward. He did the same to me, and we finished by milking each other�s shafts, watching as the last drops exuded from our orifices, which had shrunken to slits. I squeezed Larry�s mushroom tip to get the last drop out of his tube. �That coffee�s going to fill us up again,� Larry commented as he slipped my thick foreskin forward to cover the glans. The tight foreskin compressed my tip, and I felt a last drop seeping from my slit, to be caught by my nippled hood. �A friend introduced me to drinking lots of coffee before sex,� I began. I pushed his foreskin down over his big mushroom before continuing. �With a full bladder, your body�s tension is higher, and you get a hotter orgasm.� �Yeah, I�d noticed that when I jacked off in the morning before relieving myself. Anyway, pissing afterward flushes me out pretty well, and I don�t get any dribbles in my shorts.� We went into my kitchen, where I prepared a pot of coffee. �Having my bladder full makes me get hard faster,� I said. �I�m harder, too, when I have a full bladder,� he contributed. �I hardly have to stroke it at all, compared to when I don�t have to pee.� �I really enjoy light stimulation on my prick,� I said as I poured the coffee. �Just enough to get me close to the edge, and keep me there.� �Does a longer build-up give you�re a hotter come?� Larry asked, looking up at me. �Always. The longer I hold off, the more intense it is when I finally let myself come.� �Ever lose control, and you can�t stop stroking, and you come before you wanted to?� �That happens too, but not as often as when I was younger. Practice makes perfect, you know.� I replied. Anyway, it�s hotter when another guy�s doing it to me, say like you.� Larry eyes bored into mine as I said this, and when I stopped speaking he impulsively jumped up and hugged me. �Yeah, and when you do it to me, it�s really hot for me!� he said before kissing me on the lips. �We�ll do each other this morning, okay?� I whispered into his ear as he hugged me tightly. �Right. Last night was great, watching each other do it, but now I want to do it to you like you do to yourself.� �Just the touch of your fingers makes my prick tingle,� I said as I felt my erection starting. I also felt his hardness pressing against the inside of my thigh as his penis rose between us. Larry broke away and sat down. I sat and turned my chair to face him. �Just talking about it got us hard,� he said between sips of his coffee. �Our pricks are up pointing at each other,� I commented. Both erections were at about 45 degree angles, evidence of our arousal. �You�re got a lot of dick-skin,� he said. �When your dick�s soft, it makes a nipple beyond the head, and I like watching your dick get hard because the big head pushed forward inside that skin and fills it.� �The same happens with your prick,� I said. �Yours is nice and loose, and your big mushroom slides around inside it, like this.� I grasped the end of his foreskin and shook it slightly as I pulled it out away from his body, watching the big head moving inside its fleshy covering. Larry drained his coffee before grasping the foreskin pucker at the end of my prick. �Yours is so long and stretchy,� he commented as he pulled at gently away from my body. �When I pull on it, it stretches and thins out, and I can really see the shape of the head through it. Your head�s like a helmet. I like the way the rim flares at the back.� �Yours doesn�t flare, but it�s as thick as mine. It looks even bigger because your shaft�s not as fat as mine.� Larry now was pushing my foreskin back in small slow strokes, uncovering a larger part of the helmet with each stroke. �I know you like that,� he said as he continued stroking my fleshy hood, sending ripples of sensations through the head and the moving foreskin. �I really do like it, especially since it�s your fingers doing the work. It feels hotter than when I do it to myself.� �I�ve got the magic touch,� he said as he gently teased my thick foreskin back and forth. Now I shifted my grip on his thinner and looser foreskin and began working it back and forth the same way, progressively uncovering his fat mushroom and provoking a sigh of delight from him. �Your touch is magic on my dick,� he added. �It always feels better when it�s another guy�s hand on my prick,� I commented. �I get that nice tingle when you touch it.� Now I had his head half uncovered, and I saw a large drop of clear lubricant filling his teardrop shaped orifice. �I like the way your dick-skin�s thick and tight,� he said. �That must feel wonderful, the way it hugs the head.� His expert fingers now held my foreskin almost all the way back, still shrouding the rim, leaving the large front dome and body of the helmet exposed. Larry leaned forward to blow on it, and the gentle current of air sent a shiver through my glans and shaft as the wetness evaporated from my big helmet. �Ooooohhhh, that feels really nice,� I said as I pulled his foreskin back all the way to bare his fat purple mushroom. I used the index finger of my other hand to dip into the drop of thick viscous liquid in his orifice and spread it in small circles around his distended slit. I felt his prick throb hard in my hand. �That�s really sexy, what you�re doing,� he said. �Good thing our tips are so sensitive.� �That�s because we�re both uncut,� I pointed out unnecessarily, following up with a question: �Do you keep your foreskin covering the head the rest of the time?� �Oh, yeah!� he answered. �I always keep it protected, except when I pee, or when I take a shower. I�ve seen some guys who wear it back, but that makes the head dry out, and it�s less sensitive. I use what nature gave me to keep mine wet and sensitive.� �I�ve seen some guys do that too,� I added. �I�ve also seen some guys with short foreskins, and their heads are always half out. I even saw one guy with a foreskin that just covered his rim. When I asked him about it, he said his prick had been that way since he was about 13, when it outgrew his foreskin.� �I saw a guy like that once,� Larry said. �I wondered if he�d been cut, but I didn�t know him well enough to ask.� At that point, I let go of Larry�s penis and got up to pour more coffee. �That guy whose foreskin just reached the rim, he and I jacked each other. He did the same as I did, just bumping the rim, but he had to do it that way because his foreskin was so short. When he was hard, it stripped back and almost disappeared.� When I sat down again, our bare-headed pricks were pointing at each other. I slowly eased my chair forward until our tips touched, the smooth glossy front domes sliding against each other, lubricated by his copious pre-come. �I just love that feeling,� he said. �Your head�s so smooth. There�s not much friction, but it feels good. It�s not strong enough to make me come, but it feels delicious.� �I really feel the warmth of your tip,� I said. �That�s really sexy.� We drank the rest of our coffee, keeping our hot swollen tips pressed against each other. Now I pulled away and grasped his shaft behind the head, slowly drawing his foreskin forward again. �That feels great, Jack. You can make me come just doing that.� �Want to come right here?� I asked. �The floor�s tile, so your cream�s going to be easy to wipe up.� �Oh, yeah, that would be great,� he said. �We can sit and watch each other come.� I continued to work his loose foreskin up and down the swollen head, watching his excitement increase. �I see your balls tightening,� I said. �You�re getting pretty hot.� �Yours are already tight,� he countered as he reached for my penis, pulling my thick foreskin ring up over my rim. �Let�s do each other here, then� I said. �Let me know when you�re ready.� �You�ll probably know when I�m ready to shoot,� he said. �I know I�ll be able to tell when you get close because your tip gets bigger and darker.� He began working my foreskin back in short strokes, bumping my rim and then stretching it back along my shaft. �Want me to do yours the same way?� I asked. �Yeah, do me the way you do yourself,� he replied. �My tip�s not as sensitive as yours,� I think, because I don�t have those little bumps around my rim, but with your fingers doing the work, I�m sure I�ll come.� I dragged his foreskin back away from his thick rim, stretching it along his shaft and tightening his gee-string. This made his glans dip down towards his balls, and provoked a gasp from him. �That really reached you,� I commented. �Your gee-string always pulls the head down when I stretch it.� �Oh, it does, it does!� he exclaimed as I gave his prick a few more strokes, and we watched his swollen glans dip with each back-stroke. �That stretching sensation�s going to put me over the top,� he added. �Maybe I�ll make you come before I do,� I said, increasing my pace. �Now that you�re full of coffee, you won�t be able to hold back.� �You�re right about that, Jack. I�m so full of coffee I can feel the pressure now. My bladder feels like it�s pressing against the base of my dick.� �You go first,� I said. �I really want to see you come,� I said as I stroked him faster, making the head dip rapidly and rhythmically as I yanked back his foreskin. �Yeah, just bumping my rim and stretching my dick-skin is hot. You�ll have my load anytime.� Larry had stopped stroking my prick as his hands dropped to his sides, and I knew his attention was becoming totally focused on the mounting sensations in his prick. �Just relax if you can, and concentrate on your beautiful prick,� I urged. �This is your moment, and I want you to enjoy it to the max.� Larry�s breathing was faster now, deep almost gasping breaths, and his scrotum was tight against his body. �I know you�re getting there,� I commented. �Your tip�s getting darker, and the rim isn�t giving as much when I bump it.� I grasped his tight scrotum, pulling gently to stretch the thick wrinkled tissue. �Oh, yeahhhh,� he whispered, and I saw his jaw go slack. He was now breathing through his mouth, caught up in the sensations, and I sensed that he was withdrawing into himself as his awareness of the world around him faded, his attention totally focused on the magic sensations in his rock-hard prick. �You�re really dripping now,� I added. �Your lube�s pouring out now, and your foreskin�s all wet. �Oooohhhh,� he said as his eyes closed. I continued stroking him, slowing somewhat to make the sensations last. �I�m going to try to make this last,� I said, not sure he was hearing me. �I want to keep you on the edge as long as possible. I know that the lube on your foreskin�s softening the sensations, and I�m going to go slower to avoid pushing you over the edge too fast.� Larry�s legs had spread now, and I saw them begin to tremble. I was giving him about one full stroke each second, bringing the thick fleshy collar up against his hard, swollen rim, and deliberately dragging it back until the gee-string under the head dragged the big mushroom down. His dark glossy tip dipped and bobbed up again as I released the tension, and the steady flow of viscous liquid was running down his head and shaft onto my tightly encircling fingers. �You�re close, really close,� I whispered as I saw his stomach muscles tighten. I let go his scrotum and pressed my hand against his abdomen, just above his prick, to put pressure on his bladder. Now I slid my chair to the side so that I�d be clear of his imminent ejaculations, and then brought his foreskin all the way up to cover most of the head in a smooth sliding motion to trigger his climax. �AGGGGHHHHH!� I heard him cry as his body shuddered convulsively and his glans and shaft pulsed in my hand. A thick rope of cream erupted from his dark purple tip, shooting three feet to fall onto the floor, and I was glad I�d left the come-hole uncovered. He cried out again as I stripped the skin back from his glans and tensed his gee-string. The head dipped as another eruption poured from it, this time shooting at a downward angle to drop to the floor. I pressed hard against his bladder to heighten his sensations. Larry cried out in joyful agony as his prick pulsed again, this time shooting straight out because I�d released the tension on his skin and gee-string. I pulled back hard again to make the head dip and bring forth another jet, and this time I caught his hot white fluid in the palm of my other hand. As I brought my hand up to taste his cream, I kept his foreskin tightly back because I knew his throbbing mushroom was becoming super-sensitive, and any friction would be too much for him. I smelled the familiar chlorine odor and tasted the delicious salty flavor of his sacred cream as I felt his distended prick throb again. Larry�s prick extended beyond the edge of the chair, and as I held it tightly to keep the head dipped, it shot another load onto the tiles. Now the force of his jets declined, and the cream was just drooling from his distended orifice in a stream that pooled on the floor between his legs. His pulses grew weaker, and soon his orgasm was ended. Larry slumped in his chair, head forward, his chin on his chest, devastated by the force of the orgasm. He sat stunned, eyes still closed, as his breathing slowed and I felt his erection begin to subside in my hand. I still held his prick, keeping it steady and not allowing the foreskin to touch the sensitive rim. He sat unmoving for a couple of minutes, recovering from the mind-numbing biological storm that had wracked his body as his erection subsided. Now he raised his head and looked at me. �That was so hot, Jack. When you pulled my skin back and made my head go down, and then pressed on my stomach, I couldn�t hold back anymore. That combination triggered me and I just let go.� �I thought it would, Larry. You really came hard. Look how far you shot- at least three feet. I caught one load in my hand and tasted it. You know how I love the taste of your cream.� Larry leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. �I really owe you one, buddy. Now you sit back and let me work on you. I want to make you shoot like you did to me.� I felt his gentle fingers close around my rock-hard prick, expertly clasping the ring of drawn-back foreskin and bringing it up to bump my rim. �Good thing you weren�t stroking me when you came. I wouldn�t have been able to hold back because watching and feeling you come was so exciting.� Larry�s encircling fingers now drew back my foreskin, baring the rim and the deep groove behind it, stretching the nerve endings and sending ripples of sensation down my shaft. �Your tip�s a little dry,� he said. �I�m going to lube it with my cream.� His other hand milked his prick, catching the seepage on his fingertips, and then he slid my foreskin all the way back and spread the slippery substance around my rim and groove, sending an electric shiver into my body. �Oooooohhhhh, that feels good,� I said as my prick throbbed in his hand. �That�s because I�m hitting those little buds around your rim. I know they�re full of nerve endings.� �Yeah, and the groove too,� I said. �That�s really sensitive.� �Your gee-string doesn�t pull the head down the way mine does, but those little nerve endings make up for it. I�m going to keep sliding your dick-skin against them.� His fingers stroked my thick fleshy collar up and down my shaft, and I felt the gentle shocks as it bumped my rim, and the delicious stretchy sensations as he drew it back as far as he could. �You know how to do it,� I whispered. �You�re going to make me come soon.� His fingers continued their maddening, erotic rhythm on my straining prick, and I felt the tension building inexorably in my body. �I just love stroking your thick dick,� he said as he continued stimulating my passion, slowly drawing me towards the peak. �I love the way your thick skin slides up against your rim, and then stretches out when I pull back. The big vein on the side�s really standing out now.� �It�s so nice�.� I trailed off as my sensations mounted and I began withdrawing into myself, totally absorbed by the delicious feelings he was giving me. My breathing deepened as my excitement took over. �Don�t try to talk anymore,� he said. �Just concentrate on the feelings in your dick. I�m going to go real slow, so you can feel it all.� I closed my eyes, my mind focusing on the feeling of my foreskin being stretched one way and then the other, bumping the rim and then being pulled taut to make the nerve endings tingle. �Ooooohhhh,� I moaned, relishing the delicious sensations as his insistent fingers worked their magic. The shocks against the base of my glans sent a tingle through my prick each time, and when yhe pulled the skin back, it stretched the nerve endings in the skin and my gee-string, although the tension didn�t pull the head down. �That�s it, that�s it, just relax and let the feelings come to you. Your tip�s getting bigger and harder now, and it�s gotten darker too. It�s really shiny now.� A heavy tickle had started in my rim as he continued to stroke it, and I felt the tension building in my prick and spreading all over my body. �Now I�m going to press on your bladder,� he said, and I felt his gentle fingers applying gentle pressure against my stomach. I kept trying to stay relaxed, a losing effort because he wouldn�t let me ignore the hot sensations. �Your tip�s so big and purple,� he said. I felt a slight tickle deep inside as a drop of lubricant squirted into my urethra to begin the long crawl up my penis. I gasped each time Larry stretched my foreskin back, making the nerve endings sing. �You�re leaking lube,� he said and I felt him remove his hand from pressing on my bladder and his finger touching the tip of my glans, spreading the drop of lubricant in small circles around the orifice. �There, feel that. I�m not rubbing hard, just enough to let you feel it,� he said as his fingertip worked around my front dome, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my glans. �Your helmet�s so swollen, so dark�.� �I�ve got you so near the edge,� he continued. �Let�s see how we can maintain you. The longer you stay on the edge, the hotter it�s going to feel when you shoot.� He removed his finger from my glans and I felt his hand once more pressing against my bladder. He�d almost stopped stroking now, and I felt my foreskin being slipped slowly back, and then slowly forward to just kiss my rim. My fists clenched with the tension, and I didn�t know how long I�d be poised on the brink. Another drop of lubricant crawled up my tube. �You�re leaking more now. You�re right on the edge. Any second now�..� My breathing was irregular, gasping, and my legs were trembling. The tickle had spread from my rim all over the glans, and became a hot tingle that filled me with anticipation. �Your whole body�s shaking,� he said in the distance. I could hardly hear him as I was totally focused on my straining glans and shaft, and the tension was building to an unbearable height. �You�re ready!� he shouted, and his fingers swept my foreskin up over the head in a swift movement of hot friction and then snapped it back sharply, the sudden rush of sensations triggering my orgasm. I cried out as the first hot stream poured into my tube, rushing up my prick, and my world exploded. I felt the first jet shoot from my tip as his fingers tightened on my shaft, bringing the foreskin up to cover most of the head. He snapped it back, giving the tightly stretched nerve endings a shock and bringing my second torrent to burst from my straining glans. I heard his voice, but the words were unintelligible because I was totally absorbed with my orgasm as jet after jet erupted from my tip. My cock-root was in spasm, the sensations spreading all over my body, as I writhed uncontrollably in the chair. I heard myself cry out as the hot shocks of orgasm spread from my cock-root up my shaft to my throbbing helmet, and then all through my body. I felt the friction of my tight foreskin sliding over my glans as Larry�s firm fingers pumped it up and down, until he yanked it back again, stretching its many nerve endings to trigger another spasm. I was helpless in his hands as his expert fingers tore the orgasm from my straining body, and each hot torrent added to my pleasure. My tip was so swollen it felt about to burst, and then it suddenly became hyper-sensitive. Larry pulled my hood back all the way and held it tightly stretched down my shaft as my orgasm began to decline. Other gushes poured from my engorged tip, but without the force of the first few. The tension he maintained on my tightly stretched nerve endings provided more than enough sensation without over-stimulating my prick�s corpuscles, and my orgasm continued its downhill run. When it was over I sat still, totally dazed, succumbing to the afterglow resulting from the hurricane of orgasm. I felt the tension leave my body as my breathing slowed, and my mind began functioning again. �That was nice, that was hot,� I said before even opening my eyes. I felt Larry�s warm soft lips against mine, and I hugged him to me, pushing my tongue between his teeth and twirling it around the end of his. We slipped to the floor and I felt the cold shock of the tiles against my back as we embraced with him on top of me. I opened my eyes as he pulled his head away and again murmured �Nice, thank you.� We were both sweaty from our exertions, and longing for a shower. As we got up, I pointed to the floor. �We�d better clean that up before it hardens,� I suggested. He unrolled some paper towels from the holder and bent to wipe the floor, and I joined him. I finished the task with a couple of wet towels to clean up the residue, and then we took our showers. �I love this feeling,� he said as the hot water poured over the front of his body, running down the arc of his prick and over the denuded glans, from which his stream poured. �That hot feeling inside my dick when the pee starts to flow�.� I knew exactly what he meant because now my prick was limp and I held it forward to catch some of the stream from the shower head. Larry hadn�t pulled my hood forward after giving me my orgasm, and the entire head was bared to the hot flow. �I love it too,� I added. �Peeing isn�t exactly like coming, but it feels so damn nice.� �The coffee filled us up, and that makes it feel even better,� he continued. �I really feel the pressure inside my dick, and it feels like it�ll never stop.� �Yeah, it�s like a big tickle inside my prick,� I said. �Does it tickle inside the head for you?� �You bet it does!� he exclaimed. �My tube curves up to reach the front of the head, and I can feel the stream rounding that curve. That�s what you�re feeling, isn�t it?� �That�s it exactly,� I answered. I feel a tickle all along my shaft, but it gets intense right at the head.� Our streams mixed in mid-air as they dropped down to the floor of the shower and then curled down the drain. �I guess you don�t want me to pinch your prick or your foreskin this time,� I surmised. �No, it feels so good this way,� he replied. �You probably feel the same way.� �Yeah, I do. Let�s just go with the flow,� I laughed.