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COCK STROKING FUN

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Feb 1999 1 comments
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By Jack Danny and I had gotten together again for sex, as business trips had brought us to the same city, and we'd arranged for rooms at the same hotel. This evening, we were so eager for sex that we skipped dinner, and met in his room on the dot of six. Danny was already naked when I entered, and I looked at his pink glans already peeping from under his thin foreskin, a drop of cock dew at the end. He was only half-hard, but his cock came to full erection as he watched me strip. Danny led me to the queen-size bed, and I eagerly followed because he was the sexual sophisticate, not I. My prick was already arcing up from my crotch as I sat next to him, the engorging glans stretching the long, funnel-shaped foreskin, and Danny ran a finger lightly over the outline of my ridge that showed through my fleshy hood. His cock was now fully hard, and the short foreskin had peeled back, leaving his pink helmet bared to my gaze and touch. Danny squeezed my cock-head through its fleshy envelope, causing a responsive throb in my cock-root. He continued, arousing my cock to full size, then began to tug the foreskin back slowly from the engorged head. He did this in little tugs, stretching the pucker at the end more with each stroke, until my tear-drop shaped pee-hole became visible and the pucker filled with my clear fluid. We enjoyed our mutual foreskin play a lot, which is why we were very thankful that our parents had not had us circumcised. I grasped his rigid cock and slowly stroked his skin up over his flaring cock-ridge, careful not to squeeze it too hard, as I wanted to keep his glans fully congested with blood. As Danny's skin was shorter than my generously proportioned hood, I was able to cover only half the head on the forward stroke. Otherwise, our cocks were pretty similar, both about six inches hard, with straight shafts, and large, bulging helmet-shaped cock-heads that turned deep purple with excitement. There were other differences, though. My glans was somewhat longer than Danny's, with a longer ridge that flared like that on a Darth Vader Helmet. Our cock-heads both had blunt, rounded noses parted by pee-slits that defined our individuality by their differences. Danny's slit pouted to form an oval during erection, while mine became a tear-drop shape. Now, both were filled with pre-coital dew, and I dipped my fingertip into the large drop at the end of his dome and traced small circles around his orifice. "I like that," he said, as he spread my lubricant around the front of my glans with his fingertip. We both used light touches, because we didn't want to push the other into climax prematurely. We both knew that getting there is more than half the fun. Danny brought his fingertip to his mouth and licked the end. "Tastes good," he said. "I really like the taste of your pre-cum." I slid my fingertip side to side over his orifice, gentlystretching the lips and picking up a drop that had just emerged. I licked my wet fingertip and replied; "I like yours too. I like it even better than that of your gizm." I enjoyed the viscous texture and salty taste of Danny's fluid, and could easily understand why he liked mine. I'd tasted both, and they tasted very similar. "Let's try face to face jacking tonight," he said. "Guys withdraw into themselves when they cum, but this way I think we can both have hot cums at the same time." I knew what he meant. I'd noted that at the onset of orgasm, my eyes closed and I really did withdraw from the world, all my attention captured by the thrilling throbs in my penis and cock-root. I was unaware of sights and sounds around me, concentrating only on the intense, pulsing sensations in my crotch region. I'd seen this also in every guy I'd brought to orgasm. Some drew their lips back from their teeth, tightened their jaw muscles, and their faces were contorted as if they were in pain. Most, including myself and Danny, grunted, groaned, and howled in seeming agony as we shot our loads. This was true even of guys who didn't ejaculate forcefully as we did, but merely dribbled their loads. We'd been sitting facing each other, but now Danny lay on his side and pulled me to him. He intertwined his legs with mine, bringing our cocks and balls together. Our cocks' undersides touched, and Danny's fingers now held them together, his thumb gently working my foreskin up and over my ridge. He began thrusting his hips, sliding his cock along mine, and I began working the top of his hood over his corona with my thumb. We were very careful because we knew that our tips were very sensitive, and we wanted to enjoy the ride as long as we could. "We can go like this for a long time, I think, and we'll be able to feel when the other's ready to cum." Danny kept stroking my ridge gently as he spoke, and I asked; "What if one of us gets there before the other?" "If I start to cum and I feel that you're not with me, I'll just push my finger under your hood and stroke your ridge and groove directly. I know that'll make you pop your load within seconds." He was right. It wouldn't take much, at that level of arousal, to push either of us off the edge. Danny continued to thrust his prick against mine, while I kept very still, only stroking his foreskin very slowly over the engorged ridge. I enjoyed feeling the twin lobes of his glans rubbing against mine, lubricated by our seeping tips. The heavy lubrication kept the sensations from becoming too acute and ending our play too quickly. Fortunately, we each secreted a lot of pre-cum, which added to our enjoyment. The thick liquid shielded our tender tips from too much friction, and we joyfully massaged our swollen cocks together, savoring the intimacy. We each knew that the other was feeling exactly the same thing, because we were at the same stage of arousal. I felt my balls tighten against my body, and knew that Danny's must also be drawn up. "Your balls tight?" I asked. "Yeah," he grunted, "I'm gettin' there." I felt his corona swell and lose its sponginess under my thumb, and knew that Danny was seconds away from blowing his load. "I'm a little behind you," I said, as I felt his glans pulse suddenly. I knew he was there, and I felt him thrust hard against me as the orgasm wracked his body. His eyes were screwed sightly shut. His thumb swept back my protective hood and pressed hard on my sensitive corona, continuing down into the groove. My finely-drawn nerve endings reacted, and I felt my glans swell and my crotch muscles tighten to expel the first load. My eyes closed as my storm began.