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Electro with Ken

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Electro with Ken by Jackinnm (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)I’d been anticipating Ken’s arrival ever since I’d gotten up at six that Saturday morning. Ken and I were about the same age, middle forties, both divorced, both about six feet, and both brown-haired with brown eyes. During the last few weeks we’d gotten together each weekend for some hot sex, and had found that we were very compatible, not only physically but in temperament. As it was a hot summer day, I wore only a shirt and bathing suit. Slippers covered my feet. I wasn’t a sexy dresser, but a practical one. Ken also dressed very casually. My cock bulged inside my bathing suit as I waited for him to arrive. When the bell rang I rushed to answer it, eager to see him again. “HI,” he smiled at me as I opened the door, then rushed in to hug me almost before I was able to kick the door shut. His crotch ground against mine as I wrapped my arms around him. “Man, you feel good,” I said. “I’m really glad you’re here. Any trouble finding the place?” “No, but the traffic was heavier than I’d expected at this time on a Saturday morning.” He backed away from me slightly to give him room to unbutton my shirt. I did the same, as he was wearing only a shirt and slacks. I let him pull the shirt off my arms, and then unbuckled his belt. “I can’t wait to see you in the raw,” I said as I pushed his slacks down and saw that he was wearing boxers, as I do when dressed for the street. The bulge of his cock was clearly visible down the left leg. “Now for the pay-off,” he said as he pushed down my bathing suit to release my cock. It was already half-hard, and his gaze was firmly fixed on it. I kicked off my slippers and he pushed his moccasins off. We were naked except for his boxers. “Now that you’ve seen mine, I want to see yours,” I said as I slipped his boxers down to reveal his bulbous-ended cock. It swung slowly as he moved, as does mine. Ken and I are both uncut, and our long foreskins form attractive nipples beyond the head with the surplus skin. We pressed against each other again, and I felt the rush of blood into my cock, making the head and shaft expand. His was also rapidly filling, and when we pulled apart our cocks stood out straight, pointing at each other. “Man, the head of your cock really fills that long nipple of skin,” he said. “I like the way that big helmet bulges through your skin.” He grasped the head of my prick with two fingers and began squeezing it, knowing that I enjoy the throb in my cock-root each squeeze produces. I picked up his dick the same way, giving him a series of rhythmic squeezes to make his cock-root throb. “Feel that?” he asked, and I nodded affirmatively as he continued to squeeze my cock-head. Now his fingers moved to the tight pucker at the end and began rolling it to tiwst the foreskin over my glans. I did the same to his prick. “Your skin’s looser than mine,” I commented as I rolled his foreskin between thumb and forefinger. We always commented on each other’s equipment because the sex talk made us horny. “Yeah, yours is tighter, and I always wonder how it skins back. It always does, though.” He began pushing my hood back slightly over the swollen head, enough to stretch it to a dime-size opening that revealed my slit. I pushed his back, and it slid easily to uncover his slit, longer than mine, and tight-lipped. I squeezed his glans again and watched the lips of his meatus part as a large drop of clear fluid appeared between them. “That’s because my skin is very stretchy,” I said. “I see that your cock’s juicing, like always.” “Well, you’re not juicing yet,” he replied. “Still, your slit’s open, like a teardrop, as always.” He gave my tip another squeeze through the covering skin and I felt my cock-root contract sharply. I had never had much natural lubricant, and used Astroglide to keep my foreskin slippery, putting in a drop after my morning shower. I lifted his cock so that the end of the purple helmet was pointing at my face. “I like your helmet,” I said as I slipped his foreskin forward to cover it, forming a thick pucker at the end. Then I drew it back to an opening the size of a quarter, revealing more of the head. Ken pushed my hood back part-way along the head, and then pulled it towards him again to cover it completely. We both pushed each other’s foreskins back again, this time far enough to uncover the twin lobes underneath, where our flaring coronas met in a thin weld line on the bottom. “This feels so good, stretching the skin back in stages,” he said. We’d often done this, gradually sliding each other’s foreskins back to stretch the many nerve endings. Now I pulled his foreskin toward me again, covering the precious head, before skinning it back farther so that it was stretched tightly over his flaring rim. This made Ken sigh in delight, and he did the same to my engorged cock, knowing that I was enjoying it as much as he. “Let’s get into the bedroom,” I suggested, leading him by the end of his foreskin, which I’d once more pulled forward over the purple glans. I’d prepared for this encounter, with two large towels spread on the queen-size bed, and a shart stack of towels at the side. We sat sown on the edge of the bed, and this time I pushed his thick hood all the way back to reveal the purple glans in its glorious beauty. The sexy aroma of his wet glans and foreskin hit me. Ken uncovered mine, as well, and commented: “I just love your tip. It’s so much like mine.” “Yes, the tip’s the most beautiful part of the penis,” I replied. “You’ve got a nice shaft, too, straight, and with that big vein on the right. I like the way it smells, too.” “Yours is like that too. Nice and straight, with smooth skin that covers the head, even when you’re hard. Your dick also smells nice. Did you wash it this morning?” “Yeah, I skinned back in the shower. I never use soap on it, though. It never gets that dirty. Do you?” “No, I found soap is irritating. Anyway, my hands get a lot dirtier than my prick. Water always works to rinse off my prick.” “Yours is a bit longer than mine,” I said. Ken had about six and a half inches, overall, compared to my even six. I hadn’t measured it, but I’d often measured mine, with the skin drawn back, and it was exactly six inches from my pubic bone to the end of the glans. I pulled his foreskin forward again, catching the big drop at the end, and skinned him back to spread it over the contours of his glans, which glistened wetly. “I love the way you stretch my skin. That feels so good. Slide it forward again.” I did so, and stripped it back once more, feeling the thick hood snap over his flaring ridge to lodge in the deep groove behind the head. He did the same to mine, and I felt it snap deliciously into the groove, leaving my glans bared to his gaze. “Our cock-heads are so much alike too,” I commented, admiring the purple beauty of his helmet, from the round front dome to the high flaring ridge. “That deep purple color is so sexy.” “Yeah, and our tips get darker when they swell up more just before we come.” “I noticed that. Last time I made you come by skinning you back and stroking the head, I felt the head get harder just before you exploded. That was really hot.” “You’re right. Yours does too,” Ken said. “That’s such a turn-on for me, feeling the head get firmer when you’re almost there. Last time I did you that way I was so hot I almost creamed with you.” “Watching the color change while it’s getting darker is really hot.” I remembered how Ken’s tip, especially around the magnificent rim, had turned the color of burgundy when I’d caressed him to orgasm. “I always skin back to pee, don’t you?” He continued to slide my foreskin up and down the head slowly as he spoke. I lightly ran my fingertips over his exposed head, the friction softened by the ample lubrication oozing from his long slit. Our sex talk had us hot and hard, and we didn’t need much stimulation to keep us aroused. “Always at the toilet. In the shower, it’s another story. I guess you do too.” His gentle fingers continued to slide my foreskin in a sensual manner, covering and uncovering the big tip. “I like to pinch the end of my hood when I pee in the shower. That makes my skin stretch, and most of the time I end up hard.” “I don’t know how old I was when I first discovered that little trick,” he said. “I was just a kid, and I made sure I had a full bladder almost every time I took a bath or shower because it felt so good to pinch the tip and make the skin swell. Maybe that’s how my foreskin got so loose.” “Oh, yours isn’t so loose, Ken. It’s just that mine is tighter than yours. I started pinching mine shut when I peed to loosen it, because my skin was always tight when I was a kid. The doctor wanted to cut it off but my father didn’t let him.” “It sure is tight,” he said. “I really love the way it hugs the head and closes at the end. Sometimes mine is open and floppy at the end.” “I noticed that. That happens when the water’s really hot, and it relaxes the skin of your prick and your balls. They really hang low then.” “Your balls are tighter than mine, too, but your balls are about the same size as mine. Your sac loosens a little in hot water, I noticed.” Ken’s fingers continued their gentle action on my foreskin, fueling my excitement, and I kept caressing his bulbous helmet with my fingertips, carefully avoiding bringing him to the edge. I wanted him to last for what I had planned for us, not exploding and shooting his sperm uncontrollably because I’d stroked him too vigorously. “Got a little surprise for you, Ken,” I said. “See that black box and those wires on the night table?” “Yeah, I noticed. I guess that’s your electro-sex stuff, huh?” “Right. Now this box I’ve got has two sockets. This means I can plug in two pairs of leads. We can both do electro at the same time. Maybe we can even come together.” “I’d like that. We don’t usually.” I took my hand from his penis and pushed him down on the bed. “Now let me put the electrodes on you. This strap is conductive rubber and it fastens with Velcro around your balls. This other one slips inside your foreskin.” As I spoke I applied conductive jelly around his scrotum and wrapped the conductive tape around it firmly, but not tightly enough to cause him discomfort. The second electrode was about the size of a dime, and I placed it against the end of his big helmet and eased the foreskin forward to hold it in place. “You didn’t put any of that jelly on my tip,” he said. “No, you don’t need any, with all the lube you’re oozing. Your natural lube is salty, and that makes it very conductive.” Now I wrapped a conductive strap around my balls, and placed the other electrode at the end of my glans, squirting conductive jelly on it before pushing my foreskin forward over it. “Your foreskin will hold that electrode in place,” I explained, “just like mine does. Ready for me to turn it on?” As I spoke, I clipped the leads to the electrodes and plugged their jacks into the box. “Okay,” he said. I pushed the power switch and nothing happened. “I don’t feel anything,” he said. “It’s at the lowest setting. Now as I turn the power knob, you’ll feel it.” I lay down beside him, my hand on the box as I advanced the knob. A pleasant tingle filled my penis, and I saw by the look in his eyes that he was feeling it too. “Nice, he murmured. “That could get me off.” “Now more power,” I said as I turned the knob further. The tingle intensified, sending a thrill through my body, even though the current traveled only between the two electrodes. “Now for the pulse feature.” I turned the pulse knob and the current broke up into repeated pulses, each sending a hot tingle through my scrotum and penis. I guessed it was having the same effect on him, because his body tensed slightly. “Feels really good,” he said. “Can you turn it higher?” “I will, but first let me adjust the frequency. I’m going to set it at what feels best for me, and I hope it’s best for you too.” I turned the frequency knob and the tingle became smoother, more intense, with each pulse. “Oh, that’s really good,” he said as the pulses coursed through his penis and scrotum, and as I turned the power up his cock began to jerk. “That’s hitting the muscles in your penis and scrotum,” I explained, “and each pulse makes them contract. That’s what’s making your penis jerk. It’s get hotter as I increase the power.” I turned the knob and my penis began to jerk in time with his. “Now more power. Let me know if it starts to get uncomfortable.” I turned the knob higher and our cocks jerked harder with each pulse of current. I watched, fascinated, as the heads swelled under our foreskins. “It feels like a big hand’s squeezing my cock with each pulse,” he said. “That’s the electricity making the involuntary muscles in the skin of your penis contract,” I explained. “These are the same muscles that make your penis shrink when it’s cold, but now they’re contracting with each pulse. Your foreskin’s tightening around the head.” “That’s getting intense,” he whispered. “At this rate, you’ll make me come soon.” He rolled toward me and hugged me tightly, and I rolled toward him to feel the entire length of his body against mine, with our hard cocks jerking between our stomachs. His eyes gazed into mine, alive with excitement, and I hugged him closer to me because I wanted to feel his arousal, feel the tension build in his body. “Now more,” I said, and our cocks jerked harder. I felt the tension build in our bodies as the erotic pulses began to absorb all our attention. I increased the power again, and saw his eyes close. His breathing came faster, as did mine, because we were caught up in the excitement. His hard shaft pressed against the underside of mine, and I felt every artificially-induced throb against my prick. I turned the power higher, and now our entire bodies were responding. We grunted hard at each pulse that made our groins contract and brought us closer to the peak. I realized that my awareness of the outside world was fading, and that my attention was focused on my cock and his body so close to mine. I felt the tension in his body, felt his chest heave against mine each time he grunted, and knew we’d reach climax within seconds. I again turned the power knob and the pulses became more intense, almost unbearable, and they dragged us toward the edge. Now we both were going “HAH! HAH! HAH!” as the pulses jolted our cocks, and I felt a deep ache in my glans as it strained for release. More blood filled my cock, adding to the tension, and I gave the knob one last twist. “HAH! HAH! HAHHHHHH!” I heard Ken shout as the wrenching shocks of orgasm filled his body. A second later my cock-root convulsed and I felt the first hot torrent fill my urethra, shooting towards the tip of my cock. My cream poured from my hole, then filled my foreskin because it was trapped by the electrode, and my foreskin stretched with the pressure. I cried out helplessly as the insistent pulses filled my cock with pleasure right down to its root, drawing forth the contractions of orgasm. Ken’s body strained against mine, shuddering with each ejaculation, the hard throbs of his cock pounding against mine, as he grunted loudly. I felt his body heat and was dimly aware that the electric pulses we were receiving were making our orgasmic spasms come together, in perfect synchronization. I felt hot, very hot, as the heavy pounding continued in my cock-root, each hard contraction sending another hot jet of fluid pouring through the lips of my meatus and stretching my foreskin further. More shocks followed, until I knew our orgasms were winding down and I reduced the power. I felt Ken’s body relax against mine, and knew he’d also drained himself. “Ken, I’m going to keep the power on at a lower level,” I said. “We finished coming, but the pulses will still feel good for a minute or two.” This was one of the advantages of using electro, as I could maintain the pleasant spasms in my cock-root even though I was totally drained. Ken responded sluggishly, utterly dazed by the heavy shocks of his artificially-induced orgasm. He opened his eyes, stared at me for a few seconds, then spoke; “Oh, yeah, Jack, I can still feel it. It’s like I’m still coming. My prick’s still throbbing. It’s nice, really nice.” He snuggled closer to me. “Let’s just enjoy it for another minute,” I replied. “Then I’ll turn it off.” I adjusted it to steady current instead of pulses, and felt a pleasant tingle through my cock and balls. We lay in each other’s arms, a slow languor creeping over us, despite the stimulation of the pulses in our pricks, until I felt we’d had enough and turned off the power. “Damn, Jack, that was hot, really hot. I was so out of it for a minute…” We pulled apart slightly, and I looked down at our pricks, now beginning to soften with the relaxation of the afterglow. “Look, Ken. You can see some of our cream oozing out of our foreskins. That towel’s going to be soaked.” Ken’s gaze dropped to our groins, and he smiled. “That was so good,” he said. “I could feel you coming right while I was, too.” “Yeah, we were shooting our jets together, exactly in time, something we never did before. I felt your dick throbbing against mine, your body against mine….” I trailed off. “Me too,” he said. “That was so hot, so sexy. I felt like I was a part of your and you were a part of me.” “I felt the same way, Ken. Now let’s get these wires and things off us.” I undid the strap around his scrotum, which was still tight with excitement, then peeled back his foreskin enough to remove the electrode from underneath. As I did so, a large stream of white cream rolled out of the orifice to pour onto the towel. I unwrapped the conductive strap from my balls, then pulled my foreskin back enough to let the electrode and a torrent of cream pop out of the orifice. “Our foreskins were stretched out with our juice, Jack, just like when we pee in the shower.” Ken pulled his foreskin back all the way over the shrinking purple helmet, revealing a thick white coating covering the glans and the fleshy collar behind his rim. I removed most of the viscous liquid very gently with the corner of a towel, because I knew his glans might still be hyper-sensitive. Ken then took the towel from me and skinned me back, carefully dabbing at the thick white coating until there was just enough to lubricate my foreskin as he slid it forward.