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Cock Worshippers, Part II

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Cock Worshippers, Part II by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Fred showed up at my house the following Saturday morning at eight. We shook hands and then we got out of our heavy winter clothing. Fred was about five-ten, a couple of inches shorter than I, with a stocky, muscular build, contrasting with my slim body. We both had brown hair and eyes, and Fred's square jaw matched my own. We were about the same age- early 40s. As we undressed our eyes were drawn to each other's crotches. Our sacs were tight and our pricks were shrunken from the cold. Mine was perhaps 2 ½" long, the forward half inch of that foreskin forming a nipple beyond the glans. Fred's was perhaps three, a smooth, tapering worm with seamless skin that gathered in a tight pucker in front. From last time, I knew that Fred had a small helmet-shaped tip under his thick fleshy foreskin, which is why it didn't show the bulge of the cock-head through the foreskin, like mine did. I had a pot of coffee brewing in the kitchen, and we sat naked and unashamed at the breakfast bar while sipping it. I saw Fred's sac loosen and expand with the warmth of the house. Mine was normally tight, unlike the "low-hangers" I'd seen on many men. "I really like the big head on your cock," Fred said as he reached into my lap to squeeze my glans through its protective hood. I reciprocated, capturing the end of his dick in my fingers and rolling the thick rubbery foreskin. Our cocks began to swell with the stimulation, and soon I could feel his glans expanding under its ample covering. When mine was fully hard, Fred began to peel back my sheath in stages, first revealing the slit, then pulling my foreskin forward again to cover it. Next he peeled it a bit more to expose the round front dome of my glans. "That feels nice, Fred. You know just how to do it." "I should. I've got a foreskin of my own." Now his penis was in full seven-inch erection, with a graceful upward curve that I admired. There were no veins visible through the thick covering. "Your dick feels so warm," I said. Now that he was fully hard I could make out the faint contours of his glans through the thick skin. It was a classic helmet shape like mine, but much smaller. "Your fingers feel warm on my cock," he replied as he skinned my hood back a bit farther to uncover half the head. Mine measured exactly six inches from pubic bone to the end of the glans, and the shaft had a prominent vein on its right side. "Yours feel just right on mine," I said as I poured another round. We were drinking coffee before sex because a slight case of coffee nerves made for more pleasure. We'd also found that a full bladder heightened our responses, and peeing afterward was a pleasant and effective way of flushing out residual semen. "I get a charge out of studying your cock," he said. "I'm a dedicated cock worshipper, and love to compare differences. Your head's a lot bigger than mine, and I like the way your slit pouts." "Your slit's small, but in a way that's an advantage," I said. "That small hole seems to build up back pressure both when you pee and when you come. Last week, when we docked and you shot right down my tube, your jet felt so hot it was like a liquid drill boring into my prick." Yeah, we docked pretty well, with your long foreskin and my small head," he said. "You've got a lot of skin too." Even erect, Fred's foreskin had almost an inch of overhang beyond the glans, and I was making full use of it to stimulate him and keep his penis rock-hard. "You're right: I've got a tremendous foreskin considering the size of the head," Fred said. I pressed his hood back to uncover the head, revealing a small and perfectly formed pink helmet that appeared to be a junior version of mine. He had the same upturned flare at the rear, but it stood only about an eighth of an inch above the neck of the shaft. His thin slit looked just like mine, but smaller. The skin I held back with the fingers of both hands formed a thick roll behind the rim, almost twice the diameter of the shaft. "Both our skins still cover the heads when hard," Fred said to me. "Mine doesn't stay back, though," he added. "I don't have that big flange at the rear you do." I let go of his penis, and watched the tight foreskin snap forward to cover the head again. Fred pulled my hood forward, then pushed it back all the way, where it locked in place behind my thick corona. Meanwhile, I pushed Fred's covering back fully, and then let it shoot forward again. "With all that foreskin, palming your prick's going to be very easy. You told me last time you wanted me to do that to you." "Damn right I do!" Fred exclaimed. "When I saw what it did to Ben, I was sure I'd want to feel what it was like done to my prick." "I'll really enjoy doing that to you. You know I'm a cock worshipper too, whatever shape, however big, I love to handle cocks." "Where did you learn that technique?" he asked. "My friend Stan showed it to me," I replied. "He was cut, but he'd spent a lot of time in Europe where most guys are natural, and that's where he learned it. Stan was a cock worshipper like us, and he really was into uncut dicks. When he did that trick to my prick, I went into orbit." As I spoke, Fred's fingers worked on my penis, drawing my foreskin forward, and then pushing it back, each cycle covering and baring the head. I poured another round of coffee, emptying the pot, as we lovingly played with each other's hard pricks. "I'm sure you enjoyed playing with Stan's prick too," Fred said. "I did. His was a lot like yours, about seven inches, small head, but since he didn't have his foreskin anymore I had to use lubricant. That really got him off, since I used a glycerin based lube something lie Astroglide. His orgasms were so violent he went into a fetal position when I made him come." "Wish I could have seen that…." Fred trailed off. We'd now finished our coffee, and I spoke: "Let's get into the bedroom," We'll be more comfortable there." I led the way, and when I sat down on the edge of the bed, Fred kneeled in front of me, studying my prick. "You've got a nice helmet, I think that's what Ben called it. Just like mine, but a lot bigger." Fred's hood had slid forward again and when I pushed it back, I saw that unlike mine, Fred's orifice did not pout at all with erection, but remained a short thin slit. Now a small drop of lube parted the tight lips. "Your helmet's the same color as mine when hard," I said. "Pink when it was soft, and now purple." I released his hood, which promptly slid forward again. He got up and now we sat facing each other on the bed. "Our dicks are so different," Fred said as he slipped my foreskin forward again. "Your tip's purple all the time, and gets darker when it swells. Yours doesn't lube as much as mine, though. It's such fun, looking at how they're so different." "Tell me how you like this," I said. I stripped back his hood and poured a few drops of Astroglide over the head, then slid his long hood several times over the small glans to spread the lubricant. The foreskin formed a thick pucker when I brought it all the way forward, and the pucker expanded and stretched as I drew it back to reveal his helmet. Fred sighed as I slowly worked his ample foreskin up and down his cock, giving him pleasure and making his body quiver slightly. "That feels warm on the head and inside the skin," he said. "Right, Fred. You don't really need the lube, but that warm feeling's what I was looking for. That's going to improve your sensations." "It already has," he noted. "See how my balls shrank? This is really turning me on." "Now you just lie back and let me bring you off. Clear your mind. Don't think of anything except what I'm doing to your dick." Fred eased himself down on his back, and I crouched beside him, lifting his penis so that I could place one palm under the end and the other over it, sandwiching his foreskin between my palms. Now I began moving my hands in opposite directions, applying a gentle twist to his hood. "I want to hold on to your cock while you're doing me," he said. "I'm a real cock worshipper, and I love the feel of your big tip and the skin sliding over it." I felt his fingers sliding my hood forward and back, almost to the ridge, creating a pleasant tickle in my glans. "Whatever turns you on," I said. "If holding on to my prick helps you, go right ahead. Just be careful not to stroke me too fast, because if you make me come while I'm working on you I won't be able to concentrate." "No, I'll be careful. Anyway, I just want to feel the skin sliding over your hard cock and that big head." I increased my pace, knowing exactly what he was feeling, as it had been done to me previously. The twisting action on his foreskin created a delicious sideways friction on his glans, and stretched the nerve endings in his foreskin and the gee-string attaching it to the underside of the head. Fred's warm fingers continued to slide my hood, making its nerve endings stretch as it rode back over the head as it rubbed against my glans. I stroked Fred faster, knowing that he'd be unable to hold back once I got to full speed. The pressure in my bladder was building, and I was glad that he was stroking my foreskin slowly because it wouldn't take me long to reach orgasm if he'd used quick strokes. "Now we're going for the gold," I said as I accelerated, twisting the long fleshy hood over the hot hard head. His scrotum was tight against his body, and his eyes closed. I knew that he was withdrawing into himself as the hot sensations took hold, and he was having a pleasant feeling of anticipation before the hot sensations of orgasm jolted his body. Now I was at full speed, whipping his foreskin sideways and watching his leg muscles trembling. He was seconds away from release, totally wrapped up in the flood of sensations in his prick. "You're close," I said to him, because I felt his glans lose its sponginess through the thick skin, the sure sign of impending orgasm. His breathing was heavy, and he'd begun to grunt with each stroke. Fred's entire body tensed, and he cried out: "Ooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!" he bellowed as I felt his penis throb hard between my palms. A thick gob of white cream boiled up from the pucker in his hood and ran down between my hands as his long thick hood intercepted the jet. I felt his fist grip my penis convulsively as his entire body tightened. His prick pulsed again as he cried out and another thick gush flowed from the tight foreskin. A third pulse hammered against my palms and another torrent of hot fluid erupted from his foreskin pucker as his cries filled the air. Fortunately, he'd stopped stroking my foreskin, and was just holding my cock tightly, or I'd have come along with him. Fred shot three more times, major eruptions that gushed from the end of his penis, making my palms too slippery to maintain the stroke. I let his throbbing prick flop down onto his stomach because I knew it would be super-sensitive from now on, and further friction might cause distress. Now his penis was still twitching a drop of liquid seeping from his foreskin with each pulse, and I let him finish his orgasm by himself. His body began to relax, and his breathing slowed. He was shattered by the aftershock of the intense climax, and his legs still twitched occasionally. Gradually he returned to the real world, and now he lay utterly still in a heavy daze. When his eyes opened I leaned over to kiss his lips tenderly. I was happy to have brought him through a truly hot orgasm, and I let him know it this way. He smiled and turned toward me, hugging me in his strong arms. I saw that his erection had begun to subside, although his penis was still leaking fluid onto his stomach. "Wow! That was really hot!" he exclaimed. Dribbles of cream ran from his stomach and pubic bush onto the sheet. His penis was rapidly shrinking, and I wasn't surprised at his next words: "I really need to pee." I helped him to the bathroom and stood beside him at the sink, my arm around his waist as he struggled to relax his sphincter. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Now I skinned him back and cupped my hand under the water, pouring it over his glans. A tiny trickle began, and as he was able to relax more, it changed to a thin hard stream that splashed down into the basin. The high pressure jet lasted for at least a minute as I watched him drain himself. The stream slowed to a dribble, and then the occasional drop that parted the lips of his small slit before dropping into the basin. He slipped a finger between his legs to milk the urethra behind his balls, then squeezed his shaft to force out the residue. "You want to pee, or can you hold it until I finish you?" "I'm really full, but I'll hold off until after I've come," I replied, leading him back into the bedroom. I lay flat on my back as he knelt next to me. The foreskin was fully forward on his shrunken worm, and I rolled his nipple between two fingers because just touching his prick excited me. "I'm not going to roll your foreskin," he began. "I'm going to skin you back and give you direct finger action on the head because I want to see the big head when it shoots. Let me lube you with that Astroglide, though, because your prick's kinda dry." He slipped my hood back fully and poured some Astroglide over the glans, spreading it and working it in with his fingertips. "That's nice," I commented. "Makes the head feel very warm." Fred was now gripping my shaft with his left hand to hold it upright and the fingertips of his right hand were caressing the head, working over the entire surface. He traced small circles around my pouting orifice, then worked down the body of the glans to the flaring rim, where he traced its circumference, hitting all the nerve endings. "I really like those little bumps on your rim," he said as his fingers caressed them. "You told me that's where the nerve endings are." Fred was careful to keep his fingers moving, hitting a fresh spot every second to avoid tiring out the nerve endings, and this produced new sensations that kept me aroused. "Yeah, do it that way," I said. "Keep your fingers moving. That's really hot." Fred's fingers moved faster now, and I began to cry out with every stroke. He changed his technique, first, caressing the rim, then moving to the sweet spot under my glans, pressing in to hit the deep-seated nerve endings, before moving to run his fingertips over the rounded front dome. I felt the tension building in my body aided by the fullness of my bladder. "You're not going to be able to hold off for long," he said as he increased his pace. His fingers flew over my glans, sending hot shocks of sensation shooting down my shaft and producing a hot tickle in the head. "You'll have my load in a few seconds," I said as I closed my eyes. His fingers continued their erotic dance over my engorged head, while the insistent pressure in my bladder made it impossible for me to relax and prolong the pleasure. It felt as if the orgasm would break over me every second, and I began to moan loudly. "Your head's getting very hard, now," he said. "It's not spongy any more, and it's getting darker. You're really close." The tickling sensation had turned into a hot tingle that made my glans and shaft twitch with every touch, and I felt my insides tightening sharply. I was almost there. His fist gripped my shaft hard and yanked back shaply, baring the neck of my cock and stretching the nerve endings in the skin and gee-string. When his fingers raced around my rim and began strumming my frenulum, the dam burst. My cock-root convulsed, making me cry out in agonized joy as the first jet raced up my shaft and exploded from my helmet. His fist kept my cock-skin tight as his fingertips caressed the rim and the deep groove behind it, stroking the little sensitive bumps and making me cry out heplessly as another gush poured from my meatus. "You're shooting hard," I heard his voice in the distance. "It's not dribbling, it's really shooting." His fingertips now worked around the front dome of my helmet, which was now coated with a thick film of cream, and sent more stabs of sensation deep into my glans. I was grunting hard as another jet surged through my throbbing prick and flew from the orifice. "I love the way your prick's throbbing," he said as he ran his fingers over the broad upper surface while his thumb pressed into the hot spot under the head, provoking another burning jet that seared my urethra as it poured through it. I was totally lost, helpless in his hands, as the mind-bending sensations continued to flood my body. My hot hard head jetted again, and my cock-root convulsed one last time before the glans became super-sensitive. Fred heard me cry out in distress, a sharp, high-pitched howl, as his fingertips' touches became too much for me. He removed his fingers from my glans, although he held on to my shaft, moving the skin slowly to bump my ridge. Now I was only seeping, aware that my cock-root was throbbing only lightly, as the last drops oozed from my orifice. I felt his fingertip probing into my urethra, milking the residue. I felt something brush lightly against the front of my glans, and I guessed it was his tongue, lapping up the seeping fluid. My orgasm was over, and I drifted in the daze that followed. My prick was still super-sensitive, and my entire groin was filled with a pleasant tingle, the aftermath of my ejaculations. I was aware that Fred had lain down next to me, the warmth of his body against mine. I opened my eyes to find his head close to mine, and a moment later his lips brushed my forehead. He kissed each eyebrow next, and when I closed my eyes again he kissed my eyelids lovingly. Now his lips were brushing against mine, a dry kiss that conveyed more than words could express. I kissed him back, my tongue probing between his full lips, letting him know that I was blissfully happy to be with him. I was so caught up in the emotion of the moment that I slid down Fred's body and kissed the end of his foreskin, once more gathered in a tight pucker in from of his now-hidden glans. I tasted a drop of his cock-juice, savoring the salty flavor of the natural lubricant, because he'd begun to seep again. We lay there another several minutes, exchanging hugs and kisses, until Fred spoke; "Bet you really need to pee." I struggled to my feet with Fred's help, and went into the bathroom to stand before the sink. "Let me do it for you," he said as he grasped my prick, holding the foreskin well back from the still swollen head. He turned on the warm water and cupping his hand, poured some over my bare helmet to help my muscles relax. I consciously relaxed my sphincter, and felt a gratifying trickle running down my urethra as the flow started. In the mirror behind the sink I saw the lips of my slit distend with the stream, and they parted fully as the flow increased. "Man, I really enjoyed jacking you, watching you shoot, and feeling your cock throb." As he spoke, Fred kept aiming my glans down into the sink, and we watched my thick yellow stream flowing down the drain. "I enjoyed doing you too," I said, regaining my voice. "It really felt great when you did me. I felt like all my insides were draining out when I came." "You really shot hard," he said. "One jet went a foot into the air. I caught the rest in my palm. A lot went into your pubic hair." "Guess I'll have t take a shower," I said. "I won't even ask if you want to join me." At my words, Fred smiled up at me. Moments later, we were enjoying the rush of hot water over our bodies. I knew that although Fred had emptied his bladder a few minutes before, given the amount of coffee we'd drunk he probably had a fresh supply, and I grasped his penis with both hands, working the long foreskin back behind his rim and holding it there. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he said as I watched his eyes close in bliss. The hot flow over his exposed glans was indeed provoking another release, and his thin hard stream splashed against my legs. I brought his tip up against mine, doing my best to line up the holes, and I was rewarded by his hot stream drilling into my urethra. The previous week, when I'd docked his glans inside my foreskin, his first discharge had been down my tube, and this had triggered my orgasm. Now, his hot sharp jet and the hot water sluicing down over my naked glans provoked my sphincter to relax again, and my stream met his half-way down my urethra. I let got, and we watched our pricks discharging their yellow streams down the drain. Now we were finally drained, and we soaped each other's bodies as we enjoyed the sensual closeness of showering together. After the sublime intimacy of sharing orgasms, this was almost an anticlimax, but it was very satisfying nevertheless. As the suds flowed down our bodies, I hugged him close to me, pressing my lips against his soft ripe mouth, and probed with my tongue. Our tongue-tips twirled around each other for a minute before we broke the kiss. "I bet that felt good, when you aimed my stream into your hole," he said. "That was great, almost like when you shot into me last week," I replied. "It was like a liquid catheter." Once out of the shower, drained and dry, we went back into the bedroom, where Fred helped me change the soggy sheets. With fresh sheets on the bed, we crawled between them and went to sleep.

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