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Discovering Ray

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By Jackinnm@yahoo.com I'd been divorced for several years when I got a new job and moved into an apartment near my workplace. Ray was my downstairs neighbor, and we quickly became buddies. We were both 31. Ray was about 6'4" and thin, with typically Irish red hair and a pale complexion. I was about 6'2", with a medium complexion, consistent with my French-Italian ancestry. We were sharing beers in my apartment one Saturday afternoon, when we began discussing masturbation. "Bet you do a lot of that, now that you're divorced." "Yeah, I don't have a girlfriend, so my right hand takes care of things for me. You know how it is. You're single too." "I've never been married, and so I've always had to take care of myself," he said with a grin. "Got pretty good at it, too." "Good thing we're comparing notes," I said whimsically. "We can learn from each other." "I think we really could." His expression had turned serious, and I realized that this was the prelude to what could be an interesting afternoon. "If you mean it, come on, let's go inside." I arose and led the way to my bedroom, where I began stripping down. Ray followed me and took off his clothes so quickly that he was naked before I was. I spread a couple of large bath towels over the bed, then turned to look at him. I saw that he had a long pendulous foreskin like mine, but thinner, and the outlines of our cock-heads showed clearly through their hoods. His foreskin also formed a nipple in front of his bulbous glans, and the rim bulged enticingly through the skin. His thick red pubic bush contrasted with my thinner brown one. "Let me show you what I do, and then you can try your techniques on me," he suggested, and we sat on the bed facing each other, legs spread, crotches about 18 inches apart. Ray's fingers pinched the end of my thick foreskin, rolling it gently. "Your nipple's thicker than mine, but I bet that feels really good." He stretched out my foreskin as far as it would go, then began rolling it again between two fingers. Feeling the big head sliding around inside its hood aroused me, and we both saw the head swelling inside its fleshy sheath. I reached out and began to tickle the hairs on his long loose scrotum with my fingertips. "Bet that feels nice for you," I said. I watched his sac begin to tighten under the stimulation. "I'm glad you're uncut like me," he said. "Gives me a lot to play with." His fingers stretched out my foreskin again, and I felt the nerve endings stretching deliciously. I squeezed the head of his swelling prick through the covering skin. "I'm glad we're both uncut," I replied. "It's great for playing." "All males in my family are uncut, except for my youngest brother Joe. He got cut at the orphanage." I waited for him to explain further, as I had not know he'd been an orphan, but when he didn't continue I spoke again: "That skin keeps the head nice and sensitive, and now I'm squeezing your head to get your bulbo-cavernal reflex going." I squeezed hard enough to force some of the blood from his glans with each pinch, then waited for it to fill before squeezing it again. "Man, that makes my cock-root throb," he said appreciatively. I can feel it getting hard now." I saw his shaft expanding as the big head swelled between my fingers, until his prick stood out straight, reaching almost seven inches. Meanwhile, mine had engorged to its full six. "Your squeezes are hitting the nerve endings deep inside the head." "It's a good thing we both have lots of foreskin," I pointed out. "We need them to cover the big heads." "Yeah, mine is big, all right. I measured it and it's two inches long from rim to tip. Yours is about the same size, and thick, too." Now he grasped my foreskin firmly and forced it back until it snapped down into the deep groove behind the rim. "I wanted to see what you had under that skin," he said. "Yours is really beautiful, nice and purple, shaped like a helmet. I like the way the rim flares, that looks really sexy." He began pushing back harder on my wrinkled fleshy collar, stretching the nerve endings and exposing the groove behind my corona. "Glad you like it. Now it's my turn to see, but I'm going to show you how I do it. I began stretching his foreskin back from the glans to reveal the round front dome, parted by a long slit. Now I pulled it forward again to engulf the tip, then began stretching it back again. "Wow, that feels really nice," he exclaimed as I pulled his foreskin back far enough to expose the twin lobes on the bottom of the head. I lifted his penis to study the underside, noting the wide and deep cleft formed where the two side of his corona swept forward and down to meet in a thin weld line underneath. I pulled the hood forward again to cover the head completely. "I'm going really slowly so you can feel the nerve endings in your skin stretch as I work it back over the big head," I said. "Good thing your prick has a big head like mine. I want you to feel all the subtle sensations of the foreskin stretching." The foreskin thinned even more as it stretched over the contours of Ray's sexy glans. "I feel them, I feel them. Man, that's really nice, the way you're going slowly, in stages." I pushed his foreskin back again, farther this time, until the edge of the foreskin was right in front of the high flaring rim. "Now I'll pull it forward again," I said as my fingers eased the tight thin hood forward to wrap around the engorged head once more. "This works best when the head's all swollen, so that it makes the skin stretch fully when I peel it back." Now I changed my grip to grasp the skin just behind the rim, and swept the skin back all the way to bare the flaring corona and snap into the deep groove behind it. The big red helmet throbbed in front of my eyes, wet and glistening, and I saw a drop of clear fluid spread the lips of his long slit. With both cock-heads in full view, Ray began to make comparisons: "Yeah, nice, yours is that sexy purple color, and it gets darker around the rim. Your rim's at least a quarter inch high, and has that sexy flare." As he stretched my skin back to examine the back face of my corona, he commented: "Yours has those little buds around the rim, like mine, but they're darker." "Those are the nerve endings," I replied. "My rim is really sensitive, and I'm sure yours is too because you've got those buds too. I like the way your rim flares, just like mine. Your tip's red, not like my purple." "Your slit's different from mine," Ray added. "Now that your tip's all hard, it forms a hole, like a teardrop. Your balls are tight against your body, but they were tight when we started." "Your slit's longer than mine, and you seep more lube than I do. My balls are always tight; they aren't low-hangers like yours." My meatus was still devoid of lubricating fluid, while his was seeping steadily. Now Ray's finger gathered up a drop of fluid from his weeping slit and spread it in small circles around my teardrop shaped opening. "OOOHHHH," that feels good," I whispered as the sensations flowed into my glans. I lifted his prick once more to examine under the head. "You've got a really thick gee-string," I observed. "I bet it feels good when I do this," I said as I pressed a fingertip into the wide cleft between the twin lobes under his glans. "Bet it does," he replied. "You could make me come just by playing with my hot spot." Now I ran my fingertip side to side across the tightly stretched frenulum, strumming it gently. "How about that?" I asked. "Feel good?" "Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. Now I stroked his gee-string along its length, lightly, with a teasing touch, and saw his eyes begin to turn glassy. I pinched the thick strip of skin between thumb and index finger and asked: "And this?" Ray nodded, and I changed my technique again, this time wrapping my fist around his shaft just behind the head and pulling back hard. Stretching the skin back put tension on his frenulum, and it pulled the head down where it was attached, making the head dip down towards his balls. "You could make me come just doing that," he whispered. "That's so intense." I immediately let go. "Don't want to do that," I said. We've got a lot more exploring to do." I pulled his foreskin fully forward, squeezing more lubricant from his penis, noting that it covered the head completely even with his full erection. He did the same with mine, with the same result. Now both pricks faced each other, long-snouted foreskins only inches apart. The pucker at the end of his nozzle was filled with clear lubricant. "Now let me show you what I can do with your foreskin-covered prick," he said as he picked up a big gob of lube from the end of his foreskin. "See? I bite my fingernails just like you, so you don't have to worry about getting scratched." He steadied my prick with his left hand while insinuating the lubricated tip of his right index finger into my foreskin pucker, and I felt his fingertip tickling my slit. I sighed as his fingertip traced small circles around my meatus, then felt his finger probing farther. "That's really nice," I said. "Your fingertip's not only tickling my slit, but stretching my foreskin. Now you're circling around my rim." Ray's probing finger continued its travels, working down one side, then up the other, pausing momentarily to press into the hot spot under my glans. I felt a tickle deep in my cock-root as a drop of lubricating fluid oozed into my urethra, and began crawling forward to the end of my penis. "Do it to me," he urged. I steadied his prick with my left hand and slipped my right index finger into the wet pucker, probing for his slit. My fingertip slid over the well-lubricated surface of his glassy-smooth glans and caressed the big front dome in small circles. "That nice?" I asked needlessly. "Oh, my tip's so sensitive when you do that," he replied. "And your foreskin's so sensitive too," I added, completing his sentence. "Good thing I bite my fingernails too." I pushed my finger in farther, watching its outline reaching for the flaring corona, then ran it around the sensitive rim, stretching the foreskin further as I massaged his nerve endings. "That would make me come too," he said. "Maybe we'd better try something different for awhile." Ray removed his finger and skinned my prick back slowly, in stages, as I'd done to his. I eased his foreskin back the same way, and in another minute both our turgid cocks were bare-headed again. "Let me do something else now," I said as I clamped my fist tightly around the base of his hard shaft. I watched the big head engorge further and begin to turn darker red. "Man, that's making my tip swell a lot," he said. I increased the pressure. "I'm constricting the veins to make the shaft and head swell," I said. That's make the head really sensitive." I punctuated my words with light strokes of a fingertip around his flaring red corona. "Lie back, now. I want to make you come. I'll show you my favorite technique I use on myself." He pushed me back gently and spread a towel over my stomach and chest. He wadded the other towel under his crotch as he sat next to me, to catch the copious dripping from the end of his foreskin. Now he began working the thick fleshy collar of my foreskin over the rim, then back, then over again. His other hand cupped my tight scrotum. "That's nice, nice," I whispered. "You're really working on my rim." Ray's fist continued to move my foreskin gently back and forth over my corona, in slow, tantalizing strokes. "That's because I'm both caressing and compressing the nerve endings in your rim. Giving you double action. Caressing and compressing, caressing and compressing�." "That's gonna make me come if you continue�." My voice trailed off as the tickling feeling in my rim increased. "That's the point. I want to make you come, watch you come, feel you come. I'm going to do you first and enjoy the show. Then you can do me." His fingers kept working my foreskin slowly, massaging and squeezing the engorged rim, not hard enough to force the blood from it, but just enough that I felt every subtle stroke. His other hand continued to cup my balls, his fingertips pressing gently into the tender flesh behind them. My cock-root throbbed. "I felt that," he said. "I felt your cock-root throb." His fingers now twisted my foreskin slightly as they pulled it forward, then twisted the other way on the return stroke. My glans engorged even more, going into its final swelling before the explosion. "OOOOHHHHHHH�." I moaned. The deep ache began in my glans, warning me of my need for release, and I knew that I'd be gushing within moments under his stimulation. "Your tip's turning darker," he said. "You're almost there. I can also feel the rim getting harder through the skin." His fingers continued their gentle squeezing friction, forcing my foreskin to snap forward over the time, then snap back again as he slowed his pace. I moaned again, louder this time. "You're really seeping now," he said. "I'm slowing down so that you feel every stroke, every touch." My cock swelled even more, and I felt my legs begin to tremble with the approach of orgasm. My stomach muscles tightened, although I consciously tried to relax to prolong the moment of anticipation, but I felt the slowly breaking wave engulf me. "HAAHHHHH!" I yelled as I felt the heavy pounding begin in my cock-root. The sudden sharp pulse sent a gush of hot lave burning its way up my tube, and my eyes closed as I dissolved into orgasm. My prick throbbed hard, and my legs were trembling as waves of orgasm swept through my body. Another sharp contraction wracked my cock-root, and I felt the pulse of the hot jet as it forced its way up to my glans and poured out. "Go for it!" Ray yelled as I felt his fingers draw my foreskin forward in a long sweeping stroke to stimulate every nerve ending in my hard throbbing tip, bringing another hot convulsion in my cock-root. I was gasping, groaning, crying out helplessly in the joy of orgasm, and another torrent of cream burst from my prostate to course up my tube. Ray pulled my foreskin back hard, stretching the nerve endings, and I shot again. OOOHHHHH�" I moaned, feeling another spasm fill my crotch, but the next pulse was weaker, and the following one less forceful yet. Ray's hand stopped moving on my prick, instead squeezing my shaft rhythmically, and I heard him speak again: "Your cock-head must be very sensitive now, and I'll just let you seep for awhile." He let my cock fall back onto the towel, and when I opened my eyes I saw the residue oozing from my hole to form a small creamy pool on the towel. I looked to the side and saw that the towel under the end of Ray's hard dick was very wet. "Thanks, Ray," I whispered weakly, as my erection began to subside. "I almost came myself, watching you. It was really hot to watch your face, watch your tip gushing, feeling each pulse in your shaft. I'm glad I didn't come, because my eyes would have closed like yours did, and I would have missed the show." I felt deliciously drained, watching the last large drop part the lips of my shrunken glans, and I got up on one elbow. I milked my cock to force the last drops onto the waiting towel, then pulled my foreskin forward to cover the precious head. Now Ray lay back, spreading his towel over his body, and I sat up to begin working on his orgasm. "I'm going to do you differently, Ray," I said. Just lie back and let me do the work." I steadied his rock-hard shaft and pulled his foreskin all the way back to bare the head right down to the deep groove behind the sexy flaring rim. I pulled back harder to put tension on his thick gee-string and make the head dip down towards his balls, then began lightly massaging the glans with my fingertips. "HAH! HAH! HAH!" he cried at the first touch. His tip was still spongy to the touch, but I knew it would take only seconds for it to harden. "I know your tip's very sensitive, Ray. I'm going to work that juice into the tender nerve endings, and double your pleasure by pulling down hard on your skin. You'll be blasting off in just seconds." Ray's stomach muscles were already tight and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. "HAH! HAH! HAH!" Ray's body jerked with my every touch as I swept my fingertips around the compound curves of his red glans. "Good thing you're lubing so much," I said. "That makes it easier to work on you. Feel the head dipping when I pull back hard?" "Yessss�." He said, and his voice trailed off as he lapsed into incoherence, harsh groans and moans filling the room. I was rhythmically yanking down on his shaft skin, making the head dip again and again as I stretched the nerve endings in his gee-string, working my fingertips around the curves of his glans and watching it become redder as his excitement neared its peak. "I can feel your tip getting harder, and now it's turned deep red," I said as my fingertips danced over his naked tip, hitting every nerve endings and filling it with sensation. I saw Ray's eyes close and waited for the inevitable hard pulse that would signal the start of his biological storm. "HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH!" Ray's cries filled the room as he moaned with the intensity of the sensations I was pouring into him. His entire body trembled as I pushed him toward the brink, watching the dark red head dip as I attacked it with hard pulls on his shaft and light fingertip strokes. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he yelled as I felt his hot hard glans throb under my fingers. A thick white jet parted the lips of his long slit and shot two feet into the air as his orgasm broke. Now I pressed a fingertip of the hand encircling his shaft into the spongy tube underneath to block the next jet and build up back-pressure in his system, knowing that this would produce sensations that would totally overwhelm him. When his prick pulsed again, no jet erupted, but his agonized scream echoed off the walls as the sensations paralyzed his consciousness. His face looked as if he was being tortured, but I knew that he was feeling joy as he'd perhaps never experienced before. His body thrashed on the bed, and he'd lapsed into total and mindless incoherence as wave after wave of hot sensation filled his consciousness. My fingers continued their mad dance on his throbbing glans, feeling each pulse as he emptied himself. Ray howled as his legs drew up and he went into a fetal position, and I suddenly realized that his tip had become overly sensitive, and that any further touches would only cause distress. I stopped stroking his tortured glans and released my finger pressure on his urethra, watching the flood of white cream pour from his slit onto the towel. I still kept the tension on his gee-string to milk the last drops from his prick, until he began to relax. A deep hard sigh shook him, and he opened his eyes. "Man, you really came hard," I said. Did you feel how I pinched your urethra shut to make it more intense? "Yeah, but my tip became so sensitive at the end that it almost hurt." "Oh, sorry, Ray. I'd become so carried away I didn't realize how sensitive it got." I let his penis drop to the towel. "That's okay, Jack. You really drained me, though. I thought for a moment I'd never stop coming." "I'm glad it was good for you, after what you did for me. I was able to enjoy your orgasm vicariously because you'd drained me first. If you hadn't I would have been creaming right alongside you, and maybe wouldn't have been able to make it so intense for you." Ray's penis was now softening, and the shrinking red head was beginning to retreat into its fleshy hood. "That double whammy really did it for me," he said. "Pulling on my skin would have made me come, and just your fingertips on the head would have done it too, but with both, I was just lost. No way I could hold back." "I know. Your uncut tip's really sensitive, and I knew just touching it would trigger you." I leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the lips, surprised by my boldness. An hour ago we'd just been neighbors drinking beer, and now we'd become so intimately entwined that I wanted to kiss him and he enjoyed being kissed. "My brother Joe's visiting me next week. We often play around together, and I know he'd enjoy meeting you. We could have a three-way if you like." Ray looked up at me hopefully as he spoke. "I'd love it, really love it. I think with two of us working on the other, we could have some really hot orgasms." "I know we would, after this afternoon. You're a really hot guy, Jack." "Oh, Ray, you're hot too," I replied. The following week Joe arrived and I'll describe our session in the sequel to this story.