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Antarctic Fantasy

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By Jack On this weekend afternoon, I was in my customary position in my recliner, stroking my cock and fantasizing about an encounter I'd enjoy having. My cock was slowly coming awake as I rolled the nipple of my long foreskin between my fingers, thinking of an imaginary trip to an Antarctic weather research station where I and my companion would be alone for four months. My partner was Fred, a 25-year-old research assistant majoring in meteorology, and during the long flight down we spoke mostly about sex. Fred spoke perfect English, having arrived in the United States with his parents when he was two. He said that he didn't mind the isolation, as he planned to masturbate at least once a day during our stay. I told him that this was the usual method of release among scientists at the station, and that I'd be masturbating as well, although not as often as he, as I was 61. My unspoken desire was to have some mutual sessions with him, but I felt I didn't know him well enough to bring this up at the moment. I also refrained from asking if he was circumcised, although I'd guessed that because he'd been born in Austria, he was intact. Once on the ground, we unloaded our personal effects and with the help of the aircrew, off-loaded the instruments we'd brought with us. We spent the next two days setting up and calibrating, with little time to socialize, taking a time only to eat, sleep, and attend to personal hygiene. This gave me the opportunity to see Fred in the shower a couple of times, and I noted that my guess had been right. Like mine, his cock had a long foreskin that swelled over the bulge of his glans and tapered to form a long nipple in front. I saw him skin it back to wash underneath, and I caught a glimpse of his bright red cherry, round like mine was when limp. I wondered about the shape it would take when filled with blood. Overall, our cocks were about three and a half inches, including foreskin. Finally, we were ready to work our observation schedule, which left us lots of free time as long as the instruments didn't develop problems, and they rarely did. I took the first shift. That day, I left the control room after recording an array of instrument readings and walked into our day room, where I saw Fred naked on a couch, slowly and lovingly stroking his long foreskin back and forth. That was when I saw his large, bell-shaped glans fully engorged, and I admired its contours as his foreskin spread the cock-dew over the glossy tip. He smiled at me without breaking his rhythm and I sat on the lounge chair next to the couch, drawing down my shorts and grasping my cock. Watching him run the long hood up and down his beautiful cock-head aroused me quickly, and soon I was hard. I watched Fred draw back his hood again to bare the big head, which had turned purple with excitement and was shiny with pre-cum. I felt a tickle in my cock-root that told me my pre-cum was also flowing, and the first drop seeped from my teardrop shaped orifice. His eyes rested on my hard cock as I bared my helmet-shaped tip down to its high flaring rim, and he saw the pre-cum flowing down its contours to bathe the sensitive surface and provide lubrication. His cock seemed slightly shorter and less bulky than my thick six-incher, but with a straight shaft and a large teardrop shaped orifice like mine adorning the front of his shapely glans. Fred was really aroused now, and his breathing deepened as he neared the end. Fred's fist flew up and down the entire length of his cock, and I watched fascinated as the big purple tip appeared, then vanished in the folds of his long fleshy cock-sleeve. As he continued to pump his prick, I saw the shapely cock-head darken until the entire head was a deep purple. It was clear he hadn't cum in several days, and he needed quick release. I was stroking my cock much more slowly, trying to make it last, taking inspiration from his self-pleasure. Fred's body had tensed in anticipation of orgasm, and then he pulled his foreskin back all the way to expose his high flaring rim. I saw that its backface was very dark, almost black, from the swelling as his hand stopped moving on his cock. He looked at me. "My tip gets very sensitive when I cum," he explained, gasping the words. "I have to stop stroking. I also like to watch the cum spurt from my tip." A thick white gush leaped from his engorged glans as Fred howled in joy. As the juice pooled on his stomach, another jet erupted from his cock to join it. A mixture of cum and lubricant dribbled down his cock, running over his tightly encircling fingers as his juice continued to pour from his rock-hard dick. Fred's eyes were fixed on his gushing cock, as were mine, and then I felt the tingle begin in my cock-head. I was very close, and slowed my strokes as Fred's cock spit its loads onto his stomach. I saw that he had finished, and then the excitement overtook me. I began cumming, torrents of hot cum dribbling down my glans, under my foreskin, and over my fist. Fred's cum shot in long, forceful jets, while mine just ran all over my cock, some of it whipped into froth by my fist and foreskin. I was totally lost in the sensations, so aroused that my fingers flew automatically over my cock, driving my frenzy as my prick throbbed in release. I noticed that Fred had leaned over, face close to my erupting tip, as my cum gushed forth. "I love to see a guy cum," he explained. "I could watch all day long when the cum's pouring out of a hot tip. It really turns me on." When my climax was over, we looked at each other, taking satisfaction at having shared the most intimate experience two men can share. I said: "Maybe next time you can invite me to the party," I said in a light-hearted way. "I'd really like that," he replied," just as long as you remember to stop stroking me when I start to cum." This open invitation to handle his prick was more than I'd expected, and I nodded. "Love to," I added. "I promise to stop stroking when you cum. Anyway, I know the feeling. My tip used to get super sensitive when I'd cum, when I was your age." Next day, we planned to have a mutual session in the afternoon, but this time on my queen-size bed for comfort. Everything was normal in the control room, so we figured we could take an hour's break together. Fred and I stripped off our clothes, and faced each other. He was about six feet, like me, but definitely more slender. Neither of us was particularly hairy, except for our pubic bushes, and our cocks arced out in front of them. I reached for his prick, squeezing the glans with two fingers through the enveloping sleeve. I felt it slide around inside the fleshy hood, and knew it was already well-lubricated in anticipation. His hand reached out to my cock, and he gave my swelling tip a couple of squeezes, making my cock-root throb in response. We were getting hard rapidly, and we lay on the bed, working each other's cocks to full erection. Now our foreskins were tightly stretched over our engorged tips, and I saw the shapely cum-hole peeping out from inside Fred's fleshy hood. He gently drew my foreskin back over the bulging glans, very slowly so that I felt the delicious stretchy sensation as my hood eased back over the head's contours. I did the same to his cock, because I knew that the stretchy feeling was very erotic, a sensation forever denied to guys without foreskins. His warm fingers continued to caress my cock, heightening my sensations. It didn't take long for us to reach the plateau of arousal, where our tips swelled and darkened, ready to spurt their juices. "Remember, when I start to cum skin it back and stop stroking," he reminded me. "I like to watch my tip spurt." I nodded assent as I continued to work his long hood back and forth over the slippery, glossy surface of his glans. The supple skin slid easily over the hard core of his cock, and I felt its warmth as I stroked it. I felt a light throb between my fingers as he said: "Here it cums." His cock seeped a drop as I retracted his foreskin all the way back, hard enough to put tension on his gee-string and make his head dip towards his balls. Now it throbbed hard in my fist as a long white jet shot from his cock's eye onto his stomach. Fred groaned and shuddered as his cock-root began to empty itself. His cock shot again and again, until he was dry. He was sobbing in pure joy as I began slipping his hood forward to cover his softening glans, and picked up a towel to catch whatever residue might dribble from his prick. I knew better than to wipe his tip, because it was still super-sensitive. Throughout, his hand hadn't released my cock, although he'd stopped jacking me when he'd begun to cum. As he recovered, he began to stroke me again. I spoke: "Do the same for me. When you feel me cumming, stop stroking but pull the skin back hard, like I did to you. That gives me terrific sensations." "I know," he replied. "When you pulled back hard on my hood, I felt the gee-string pull and that sent me into seventh heaven." He continued to stroke my cock gently and lovingly, bringing me slowly closer to my goal. The sensations in my prick intensified, and my fantasy faded as the delicious tingly feeling in my cock-head brought me back to reality. My orgasm was near, and I skinned back to expose my swollen purple glans, copiously seeping clear fluid. I felt my muscles tensing as the orgasm neared, and then the first white dribble leaked from my gaping teardrop. It ran down my glans as I pulled back harder on my foreskin, producing a delicious tension in my gee-string. I brought my fleshy hood forward to gently bump my swollen rim, then pulled back hard again to stretch my gee-string. My cock-root throbbed and a spurt of cum shot from my aching tip as I exploded in orgasm. It burned deliciously as it shot through my glans, and I gasped at the sensation. Another burning jet gushed from my tip, and my eyes closed involuntarily as I dropped into the free-fall of orgasm. This was a hot one, because my cum burned my tube as it shot through it, and I gasped in joyful agony as jet after jet seared my prick. My jets were erupting rhythmically, pouring from my orifice to run down over my throbbing glans, continuing to coat my trembling encircling fingers. My eyes were closed, and I was in another world of pure sensation, caught up in the throes of wrenching, throbbing spasms that wracked my whole body. I was dimly aware of my legs trembling as the gushed erupted from my throbbing dick, and I abandoned myself to the rapture of orgasm. Inevitably, it ended, leaving my cock, hand, and pubic hair soaked in rapidly cooling cum-juice. After a couple of minutes, during which my breathing returned to normal, I got up to shower, deeply satisfied with my latest fantasy.