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Brad, Part II

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Brad, Part II by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Brad and I woke up around noon after our hot mutual masturbation session of the morning. As we lay on our sides facing each other, I looked over at his penis, which had one of the longest foreskins I’d ever seen. The body of his limp organ was three inches at most, but in front of the glans was about two inches of thick, wrinkled foreskin, twice as long as my hood. The outlines of our big cock-heads bulged through the thick shrouds, implicit promises of impending pleasures. I lightly tickled the end of his foreskin with my fingertip, indulging my fascination with his long hood. “I’ve got to pee again,” he said. “Maybe you do too. We’d better do that before we get hard.” We rose and went into the bathroom, where we stood side by side at the sink, dicks dangling into the basin. “Let’s not skin back to pee,” I suggested. “We can always rinse off after we’ve finished.” “I’m for that,” he replied. “I like to feel the stream running through my skin.” We relaxed our sphincters and within seconds our heavy streams were flowing from the thick puckers at the ends of our hoods, splattering into the basin. I was enjoying the delicious liquid friction of my stream rushing through my urethra, then flowing out into my encircling fleshy sleeve, bathing the glans with its warmth, before pouring out from the end of my foreskin. It was clear Brad was enjoying the same sensations because he had a blissful look on his face. “You must be having twice the fun,” I said. “You’ve got twice as much skin.” I reached down and pinched the end of his pendulous foreskin, and the thick hood immediately began to distend with the pressure. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, that feels so good,” he said as his long fleshy sleeve filled with the trapped urine, swelling to twice the diameter of the limp shaft and completely obscuring the outline of his bell-shaped glans. His fingertips closed around the end of my hood, choking off the yellow stream, and we watched my foreskin distend to the size of a golf ball. The shape of my glans was completely lost inside the liquid sphere, swimming in hot swirls. Now we let go at the same instant, and watched the heavy gushes mixing as they dropped into the basin. The streams tapered off as we drained our bladders. “Now we’ll rinse off,” I said as I turned on the water, adjusting it to a comfortably warm temperature. I had to use the fingers of both hands to stabilize his penis to peel back the long hood and hold it in place behind his ridge. Now I cupped my hand and poured water over the delicate tissues of his purple bell-shaped glans. Brad flicked back my foreskin and it lodged solidly behind my flaring rim. “Yours stays back easier than mine,” he said. “Mine doesn’t always stay back when I’m soft.” He poured water over my purple helmet, stroking my hood back to rinse the groove behind it, while I did the same for him, making sure that his thick fleshy collar was thoroughly washed. Now we eased each other’s foreskins fully forward to protect the delicate and sensitive heads, and returned to bed. “Fred’s a cock worshipper, and I guess we are too,” I said. Our friend Fred, who had led us to meet, was really into adoring the penis, studying the infinite variations in size and shape. “I really enjoyed watching and feeling your prick shooting this morning,” he said. “I’d just unloaded, and making you shoot your cream was another turn-on.” “Same here. I just wish I’d been able to see your tip when you came. You wanted me to keep the skin over the head, but maybe we can try it another way now.” “Yeah, keeping the skin forward and shooting into it is a real turn-on for me. I love to feel the hot cream go all over the head when I explode.” “Maybe your head’s more sensitive than mine, with that long skin always keeping it covered,” I suggested. “It might be,” he replied. “I know it’s very sensitive when you touch it.” “Want to try direct action on the head? I’ll hold your hood all the way back and just use my fingertips. It might feel strange at first, but the sensations are unreal. When my friend Stan first did it to me, he had me moaning from the first touch, and I shot a really heavy load.” “Okay, I’ll try anything once,” Brad replied. “Then I’d like to do you the way Fred described what you did to him, with your skin forward and my twisting it in my palms.” “I guess Fred told you about palming, didn’t he? Fred was a natural for that technique, because he has a long foreskin too. Palming would work like gangbusters on your prick too, because you’ve got even more skin than he does.” Our cocks were filling out as we spoke, because the sex talk was supremely arousing. Brad’s was out to its full six and a half inches, not counting the foreskin overhang, and mine was six inches to the end of my glans. “Try the fingertip technique with me now. I’ve never done it that way, and I really want to know how it feels.” “Okay, but lie flat on your back. This is going to be really intense, and if you sat or stood up, you’d collapse.” I began slipping his long hood back, watching the opening stretch as it rode over his glans. I jiggled it slightly to give him more stimulation and promote the flow of lubricant, because heavy lubrication was essential to avoid irritation. “Feels really good so far,” he said. Brad was on his back now, legs spread, and I noticed that his scrotum was already contracting with his mounting excitement. Mine was always tight against my body, and I sometimes envied the guys who had low hangers. “I love that beautiful head,” I said as I stripped the thick fleshy hood off his bell-shaped glans. The long slit that parted the blunt nose was seeping clear fluid, and as I held his foreskin back I began spreading the lubricant in small circles around the slit. “That’s so nice,” he said as I continued to stroke his bell lightly with my fingertip, tracing circles around the blunt end. “Good thing you have a lot of lube,” I said. “I’m going to need a lot to work on that big tip.” Brad’s balls were now tight against his body, and he slit was seeping steadily. I spread the clear viscous liquid over the swollen glans, using my thumb and four fingers, working it into the delicate nerve endings, and heard him begin to moan. “Feels like I’m going to come,” he said as I massaged his tender glans with my fingertips. “You won’t come yet. It’s going to take another minute or so before your body’s ready. Meanwhile, enjoy it.” “Ahhhhh, that’s so hot,” he said. “I can hardly stand it.” I knew that even with the thick lubricant masking the sensations, the touch of my rough fingertips on his naked glans was almost more than he could stand. Now I moved my fingertips back to the tightly-stretched inverted foreskin behind his head, caressing its many nerve endings. “How’s that?” I asked. “Oh, just lovely. Nobody ever touched me that way before. I’m glad you know how to touch a foreskin.” His body was quivering now, caught up in his growing excitement. “Okay, Brad, just try to relax. Don’t move, don’t think of anything, just stay relaxed and enjoy the ride. It’s going to get pretty intense. It’ll feel like it almost hurts, and you can’t take any more. Just stay with me, and you’ll feel how hot an orgasm can be.” Brad was now moaning, and his eyes had closed. His big bell-shaped glans was becoming darker, fully engorged with blood, and the surface had hardened under my fingertips. “I’m going to keep my fingers moving, Brad. The idea is to avoid tiring out the nerve endings at any one spot, and keep the sensations fresh. It’s going to get even more intense now because I’m going to hit the little bumps on your ridge.” My fingertips worked down to his corona, where they caressed the little buds of sensation that studded the back face of the flaring rim. His body tightened and he moaned more loudly as the waves of sensation flowed through his rock-hard penis. “Just stay relaxed,” I urged. “Let me do the work. You just concentrate on staying relaxed and let the sensations come to you.” Now the heavy lubricant was pouring from his long slit and I spread it over the sexy contours of his glans, working around the rim, and then moving to the blunt nose to stroke fresh nerve endings. Now I moved back to his corona again, then pulled back hard on his foreskin collar to expose the deep groove behind the head. My fingertips dropped into the groove, caressing nerve endings that had never seen the light of day, and his body jumped. “AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!” he moaned as the full force of the sensations hit him. “I can’t stand it.” “Stay relaxed, Brad,” I murmured. “Just relax and let it happen.” His entire body was trembling now, and his legs jerked spasmodically in response to the overwhelming sensations. I felt the first warning throbs in his glans as his cock-root began to contract. Bard was lubricating in a steady stream, the clear fluid pouring from between the distended lips of his slit, and I speeded up to spread the viscous fluid over the tender nerve endings and bring him to the peak. “HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!” he grunted as his glans throbbed hard under my fingertips, and I knew he had passed the point of no return. A thick creamy gush poured from his slit, running down over the engorged head and under my fingertips. His bell-end was dark purple and throbbing in orgasm, and I massaged the nerve endings harder to intensify his sensations, now closing my fingers around the head and twisting to provoke more hard spasms. “You’re really into it,” I said, not sure that he heard me over his loud grunts. His animalistic, frenzied grunts told me that the shock-waves of orgasm had annihilated all rational thought from his brain, and that his body was operating only on reflex. His cock jerked in my hand as another thick gush poured from his slit. Although the volume was heavy, he wasn’t squirting because his long slit didn’t build up any back pressure. His face was red, and the cords in his neck were clearly visible as the tension of orgasm wracked his body. His helpless cries increased in pitch as another load poured from his tortured glans. His beautiful bell-shaped head was wet and glossy, running with white cream, as it throbbed under my encircling fingers. I gave it a final twist and removed my hand because I knew that his tip was about to become hyper-sensitive. Now Brad was gasping hard, his penis still streaming white fluid, but I knew he was near the end. His gushes diminished, and then turned into a steady dribble that ran down over my fingers encircling his shaft. I held him while he released the last drops, and became very still. I still held his penis upright, to avoid his tender tip coming into contact with his stomach, because I knew it was much too sensitive to touch. His breathing slowed, and after a couple of minutes he opened his eyes. Now I felt I could slide his long foreskin up to protect the head, and let his penis flop down onto his stomach. “Man, that was something else!” he said weakly, still dazed by the after-shock of his climax. “You really drained me.” I began stroking behind his balls, working the residue of his orgasm toward the tip of his penis, milking his urethra its entire length as his prick softened. I knew the last drops would remain inside his long foreskin, and that we’d have to rinse his penis after he’d fully recovered. “Your entire body was jerking when you came,” I said. “I felt the throbs in your tip, and your shaft was also throbbing.” “Yeah, that really jolted me. It felt like my cock was going to explode. I felt so helpless, but good.” As he spoke, I watched a drop of residue begin to seep from the pucker at the end of his foreskin, and I used a tissue to wipe it away. I gave him several tissues to catch the rest. “You need to pee?” I asked. “No, I don’t think I’ll have to for awhile. Let me do you now.” My penis was fully hard from the vicarious excitement of having brought Brad to orgasm, and I needed no further urging. I lay on my back as Brad moved into position by my right hip. “I guess Fred showed you how to do it, right?” I asked. “He told me on the phone, and I think I’ve got it right. It’s not too hard.” Brad lifted my hard penis and placed his palms on top and bottom, over the foreskin-covered helmet. Now he began moving his hands in opposite directions, twisting my hood over the head. “That’s it, you’re doing it exactly right. It’s going to get pretty intense for me, too.” Brad was now moving his hands faster, rubbing my foreskin sideways over my bulging helmet, and twisting the nerve endings in my hood. “I can see the end of the head through the opening in your skin,” he said. I’ll be able to see you shoot when you come.” “Yes, it won’t be hidden inside the hood.” I felt myself tensing as the sensations in my penis mounted, and I made an effort to relax. “I’ll really enjoy watching this,” he said. “I’ll feel your dick throb, and see the tip squirt too.” His hands were moving faster now, and I knew my penis was going into its final engorgement. “I’m trying to relax, but I know I can’t hold off for long,” I said. “This is too intense, and you’ll have my load soon.” “I can see the end of your helmet’s darker purple now. Your prick seems to have filled out between my hands.” He twisted faster, caught up in the excitement, and I knew I’d be on the edge within seconds. “I was already so hot before you started, I’m not going to be able to hold back.” The pressure in my bladder added to my body’s tension, and my glans began to tingle slightly. It was rock-hard, completely swollen, eager for the release of orgasm. His hands moved faster, and I felt the heat of friction in my glans and foreskin as he brought me to the edge of the cliff. “You’re really hot now. Your balls are tighter than I’ve ever seen them.” The hot tingle in my glans had become more intense, and my eyes closed in anticipation of orgasm. My world was now tightly focused on my cock, and I felt my crotch muscles tightening despite my efforts to remain relaxed. “HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!” I heard myself grunting in the distance as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me. An intense tickling filled my cock-root as my ejaculatory muscles squirted the first hot jet into my urethra, and the hot cream boiled up my shaft to erupt from my swollen tip. “You’re really shooting!” I heard Brad exclaim in the distance. My glans and shaft throbbed again, stimulated by the intense friction of my foreskin and the stretching of the nerve endings, and another heavy load burned its way up my tube like a jet of hot lava. I screamed helplessly, overwhelmed by the delicious agony, as my body responded to Brad’s stroking. I was floating in the hazy world of my orgasm, lost in time and space, dazed by the heavy sensations, mindlessly writhing in my frenzy. I became aware that my orgasm had tapered off into minor spasms, and a heavy tingle filled my groin. Brad was still holding my penis as I opened my eyes. “That was intense,” I said. “You really made me come hard.” “You did come a lot. I was careful not to cover your hole when you were coming, and I saw every spurt. You’ve got a lot on your stomach and your pubic hair.” “I wasn’t able to hold back. You were twisting my foreskin over the head, rubbing it sideways, stretching my skin, stretching the gee-string, and I just got swept along.” “Let’s get into the shower, if you’re up to it,” he suggested. We got up and within seconds were enjoying the hot spray that cascaded down our bodies. I peeled his long foreskin back to bare the precious head, covered with streaks of white cream. The water ran down the contours of his bell-shaped head, rinsing away the accumulated secretions and leaving it a pristine pinkish-purple. “Now do me,” I said as I pulled his long hood forward over the head until it formed a loose, baggy nipple beyond it. Brad gently skinned me back, letting the water flow over my still swollen glans, until my juices had flowed down the drain after his. The hot water running over the sensitive nerve endings of my helmet relaxed my sphincter, and I felt my urine flow begin. A moment later, I saw a yellow dribble draining from his foreskin pucker, and I pulled his hood back again to expose the shapely head. We stood silently together, enjoying the intimate communion, comfortable with each other, until we’d finished. “I’ll want you to do that to me,” he said as we dried each other. “I’d tried twisting my skin that way, but feeling another guy’s hands doing it would be a really hot thrill for me.” “You’ve got so much skin I wouldn’t be able to see you cream,” I said, “but it wouldn’t matter as long as you enjoyed it. You could hold the end shut and feel the cream inside your foreskin.” “I’m glad I’ve got so much skin,” he replied. “Yeah, we can do so much with all that skin, hold it back, twist it, stretch it, pinch the end shut, and all the rest,” I said as we cuddled up on the bed again. The relaxation that follows orgasm overwhelmed us, and we fell into deep sleep.

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