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An Evening With Greg

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An Evening With Greg by JackI'd had to travel to another city on business, and was lucky to have found a place to stay. I wasn't concerned about saving money, as my trip was on the expense account, but I was concerned about companionship. Fortunately, Staying with Greg took care of both concerns. The expense account allowed me to take him out to eat a couple of times, and we enjoyed each other's company very much, so much that I ended up staying an extra day. Although I had never met Greg when I rang his bell that afternoon at five, my friend Tommy had given me his address and phone number, and had told Greg to expect me. The three of us were part of an informal network of guys with similar interests. There were no formal membership rules or requirements, but roughly we all enjoyed jacking off, preferably with another guy. With "safe sex" still important because of a variety of nasty STDs, mutual masturbation in all its forms was very attractive to many. For my part, I preferred it. I noticed that network members seemed to share some characteristics. We were mostly age 40 or older. I suppose that was because we didn't fit into the personals ads scene, where everybody seems to be looking for someone "18-35." I was 60, and still greatly enjoying sex, and eagerly sought out people of my age bracket, not kids. We also tended to be well educated, and many had advanced degrees. I was, in fact, one of the few without at least a Master's degree. Another characteristic that we shared was that few of us had been circumcised, probably because we'd been born at a time when circumcision was not common for newborns, and we'd chosen to remain intact by the time we were old enough to decide for ourselves. Tommy had told me that Greg was also uncut, and I especially looked forward to meeting him for that reason. Intact guys know how to handle foreskins, and I expected no awkward moments with Greg. The door opened and I saw Greg for the first time. As it was summer, all he wore was a bathing suit, and I saw that he was about my height, six feet, but with a more athletic build. He was a former army officer, and that may have had something to do with it. He was dark blond going gray, and with a salt and pepper mustache. After he'd led me into the bedroom and I'd deposited my suitcase, Greg suggested we get naked. I quickly hung up my suit and dropped my underwear, Greg's eyes on me, and when I was naked I watched avidly as Greg slipped his bathing suit down his thighs. I saw a thick prick arcing down over ample balls, framed by a light brown bush going gray, and I studied the details of his anatomy as he no doubt did mine. His cock had smooth skin that expanded over the large head it concealed, then tapered down to follow the contours of his glans, ending in a wide orifice right at the end. The big blunt dome of his cock-head was just visible at the tip, and I saw it begin to emerge as his cock swelled under my gaze. He saw a well-shaped cylinder protruding from my gray pubic hair, widening suddenly at the big glans ridge, then tapering down to a long nipple that extended well beyond the head. Greg reached for my hand, and with the other pointed to a hot tub beyond the glass Arcadia Doors of the bedroom. A high wood slat fence enclosed the area, blocking the view of any neighbors when we walked out there naked and unashamed. We slipped into the hot tub, and I couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief at the utterly pleasant, sensual feeling the hot water gave me. Greg smiled in understanding, and caressed the inside of my thigh. He was sitting on my right, and I felt his leg brush against mine. Bubbles boiled in the hot tub, and prevented me from seeing the effects of the warm stream on him, but I could feel the effects on myself. The hot water relaxed the smooth muscles on my balls and cock skin, and I felt my balls floating instead of hugging my body tightly, as they usually do. Also, my normally tight foreskin began to loosen, and the head of my cock swelled with it. Greg's fingers touched the end of my prick, sending an electric feeling down to my cock root, and I felt him grasp my foreskin nipple, tugging gently. He knew he was arousing me, and didn't flinch or show surprise when I clasped the end of his cock between my fingers, feeling his loose hood slip back under my touch. My fingertips traced the contours of his cock head, which swelled as I traced its contours, and in my mind's eye I built up a picture of what I was feeling. Greg's bulky glans had a big, rounded dome at the end, expanding to a high ridge at the rear. He had a big helmet shaped head, the kind I like most of all because one of them adorns the end of my cock. My fingers closed around his cock, and I felt the smooth cylinder, foreskin drawn tightly back by erection, throbbing lightly each time I squeezed the head. Greg had been enthralled by the sensations in his swollen prick, because he'd stopped caressing mine for several moments. Now, however, he gathered himself and began probing my swelling cock, feeling its contours, and sliding the long, loose sleeve back and forth over the turgid helmet. The gentle sliding motion stimulated my erection, and I felt the pressure in my shaft and head as they swelled to full size. Greg firmly clasped my long hood between his fingers and slid it back fully to bare the sensitive core of my cock. He heaved himself up to sit on the side of the tub and I saw his hard-on for the first time. Greg's cock was slightly over six inches, with a straight shaft and very handsome head. Its teardrop shaped orifice stared back at me, as I noted that the ring of foreskin formed a tight cuff behind the head and that the back face of his rim was uncovered. I pulled myself out of the tub to join him, giving him a good, long look at my hard cock. Mine was exactly six inches long, also straight, and skinned back to show all. Our big purple tips looked like twins, only mine had a thick collar encircling the big ridge at the rear where my foreskin had gathered. Both tips had the pronounced flare at the ridge that makes a cock head look so sexy, and Greg ran his finger lightly over mine, tracing its contour down one side to the deep triangular groove underneath where my gee-string was attached. I lifted his cock and saw that his gee-string was much thinner than mine, and allowed his hood to remain completely behind the head. "We both need to cum real bad," he murmured to me, as we got up from the water. Handing me a towel, he led the way back to the queen-size bed. We just sponged the water perfunctorily as we tumbled onto the big mattress, again reaching for each other's love-poles. We were so hot that our erections hadn't lost ground at all, and we were rock-hard and ready to go. Still, we weren't rushing as less experienced guys might. We'd learned to take it nice and easy, another characteristic that most of our network shared. Greg pulled my long, loose hood forward to engulf my head, then stripped it back totally to bare my high, curving ridge, studded with nerve endings. I gasped, and squeezed his swollen tip again, knowing that this would send a jolt down to his cock-root. A hard throb told me that his cock was responding to this stimulation, and Greg followed up with: "Here's some lube. Do me now. I can't wait." He'd handed me a small bottle of silicon oil specially made for sex, a non-drying lubricant that is both thin and long-lasting. Pre-cum evaporates too quickly and few guys secrete enough to keep them lubricated when they want bare-head action as Greg did. I squirted a few drops on his engorged purple glans, spreading it around with my fingertips, and watched the effect. Greg lay his head back on the pillow as I gently caressed his hot, swollen tip. I felt the heat in my fingertips, and knew that the sensitive surface was engorged with hot blood and straining for more sensations. With my other hand I took a small towel from the bedside table and spread it over him to catch the cum I know would eventually erupt from his cock. His hand continued to clasp my cock, slowly stroking the long hood up and over my big swollen tip, and I enjoyed his effort to keep me going as I worked to bring on his climax. The skin slid easily up and down the length of my helmet, from dome to ridge and back again, giving me pleasant sensations that would eventually force the orgasm from my swollen prick. However, I made sure he was gaining on me, as I wanted him to cum first. He needed it, and I knew that I could give him my best if I wasn't distracted by the throes of my own orgasm as I stroked him to shooting. My fingers flew over his throbbing tip, caressing the contours of the big dome, then working around his swollen ridge, finally dropping into the deep sensitive groove behind it. I ran my fingertips down to the triangular groove under the head, strumming his gee-string and making him groan in response. I knew that hitting different parts of the head was the key to giving him maximum sensations, because if you use the same stroke again and again, the nerve endings get tired, but if you move around, they have a chance to recover between sending their messages of pleasure to the cock-root and spinal cord. Greg's strokes on my cock slowed, maybe because he knew that quick pumps would bring me to the end too quickly, but more likely because I was overwhelming him with sensations as my fingertips continued to stroke his hot and sensitive tip. I grasped his prick behind the head and pulled down hard, making sure his foreskin was stretched back tightly, and I caressed the inverted inner lining too, making him shudder in response. I worked my fingers around the back of his high ridge, hitting the many studded nerve endings, and felt his tip throb under my touch. A large drop of clear fluid leaked from his teardrop hole, running down the groove under the head. I felt his cock-head lose its spongy feel and harden under my fingertips, and my other hand felt his shaft swell and stiffen even more. His hand stopped moving on my cock, and I felt his grip loosen. His cock-head had turned a darker shade of purple, and the rear of his ridge was almost black. Looking quickly at his face, I saw that Greg's eyes had closed, as he was withdrawing into himself under the pressure of the insistent and overwhelming sensations. He was close, and I slowed my caresses somewhat to let him enjoy the last stage of the build-up before the explosion. His breathing became ragged, and I saw his stomach muscles tighten as he approached the brink. More pre-cum flowed from his hole, wetting my fingers as I spread each drop over the sensitive front of his glans, tracing small circles around the gaping orifice. Now I put my thumb on the broad upper surface of the swollen cock-head and my index finger caressed the twin lobes under the head. The next drop of fluid to emerge from his hole was milky, and I knew his valves were leaking sperm because the pressure had built up high. Greg moaned, and I knew he was ready. Further delay would be cruel. I wrapped my fingers around the hot, swollen head and gave a quick twist, triggering his release. Greg cried out helplessly as the delicious agony of orgasm overwhelmed his consciousness, and his cock throbbed hard in my hand as the first big jet shot from his tip to land on his chest. I twisted my fist again on his hot, hard head, feeling the throb as another spurt shot from his hole. Watching and feeling him cum between my clasping, encircling fingers almost triggered me right then, but I remained below the peak as I continued to stroke his throbbing joint and bring forth more gushes. I saw that Greg was a shooter, not a dribbler as I am, and his spurts all landed on his towel-covered chest. I gave his swollen prick a hard pump, watching avidly as the next jet landed closer to his turgid tip. Greg's orgasm was over the peak now, and I worked his skin and shaft hard to give him maximum sensations before returning to his turgid tip. Now he was just dribbling, as the force of his jets had faded, and I gave his swollen cock-head another hard twist to stimulate another jet. This shot only a couple of inches from his gaping cum-hole, and I knew he was finished. Now I milked his softening shaft as his breathing returned to normal. He opened his eyes and looked at me, conveying a message of silent thanks. I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, and suddenly he got up and pushed me back on the bed. "You almost came right then, didn't you?" he asked. "Damn, it was so hot watching and feeling you cum that I almost lost it when you began shooting," I replied. "Okay, now let me do you!" he urged, as his fist wrapped around my shaft under the naked head. He began a series of hot, hard strokes that had me gasping in seconds, the rush of sensations irresistible because they were so intense. I felt my foreskin ride up over the ridge, then rush downhill to cover the dome, and gather in a thick pucker beyond the end as his tight fist pulled it out as far as it would stretch. He then stripped it back quickly, baring the sensitive head and tugging hard after he'd gotten my hood behind the ridge. This stretched the millions of nerve endings in my foreskin and gee-string, and I felt my glans being pulled down in the direction of my balls. He pulled my foreskin forward again, the friction stimulating a hot tingle in my glans, and I felt myself slipping. My cock-root throbbed, and I felt a large drop of pre-cum crawling up my tube toward the end. Now Greg used several short strokes, hammering my ridge with the ring of foreskin, compressing the nerve endings and making my cock throb in his hand with each stroke. My cock-head was quivering with sensation, and my awareness of the world around me dimmed as my mind focused only on the beautiful feelings in my swollen prick. My eyes closed as I felt the sensations peak, and I was helpless in Greg's hands. The hot tingle swelled, and rushed from my glans down to my cock-root, where it exploded, and it was my turn to cry out as the rush of orgasm hit me, and put my conscious mind on "hold." A delicious tingle ran through my body as I felt the first hot jet burn its way up my shaft, tickling my cum-hole as it parted the lips to gush out. My cock throbbed again, and another surge of hot liquid rushed up my prick, the burning feeling adding to my sensations. More jets erupted from my swollen tip as I became completely lost in sensation, groaning as the convulsions gripped my lower body. I swam back to full consciousness after what seemed like years, aware that Greg was milking my rapidly softening cock, pulling the last drops from my tube and wiping them away as they parted the lips of my cum-hole. I raised my head to watch him pull my ample hood over my cock-head, engulfing it in its protective sleeve. Greg leaned over to kiss me on the forehead, saying; "See, that was a hot one for you." I smiled, and he hugged me as he arranged himself beside me. "One thing I was wondering about," he continued, "is whether we could dock together, and how." He paused. "I know I could never dock you, because my foreskin's too short. Hell, I can't even keep my own tip covered when I get hard, and yours is as big as mine." I had been thinking the same thing, and said; "Well, that's too bad, because I know I'd enjoy docking you. Trouble is, your tip's as big as mine, and even though I've got lots of skin and overhang, there still isn't enough room to take them both. Well, we've got a few days to experiment, and maybe we can find a way." Greg brightened, and he said; "I just realized, you can't dock my cock-head when you're hard, but what if you cum first? I think there's be room for mine if yours goes down." That's one of the things we did during the following days, but that's another story