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by Jack When I travel, I often can't beat off in my usual way, with one of my favorite tapes in my VCR or with a partner. I have to rely on my fantasies, and that's not as bleak as it might appear because I have a rich fantasy life and I have had some very interesting partners to provide me with happy memories. One night in my motel room I was lying down after a grueling 12-hour day, too tired to eat, yet too keyed up to sleep. The customer's problem had been exceptionally difficult, and I had not yet solved it. I'd stripped off my clothes and flopped onto the bed, wondering how soon I'd get to sleep. Maybe a hot bath would help, and maybe….. my hand traveled down to my prick. I rolled the nipple of my long foreskin between thumb and forefinger, recalling when I'd done exactly that to another guy whose prick intrigued me because the outline of his large, bell-shaped head showed clearly through his covering hood. His cock was still limp, and I could not just pull back on his hood because the core of his prick offered no resistance. I rolled his foreskin nipple, then pulled forward on it a few times, until I felt and saw his cock responding. I squeezed the growing head several times through the sleeve of skin, and felt responsive throbs as his prick grew to its full 6 ˝ inches. Now I could pull back gently on his foreskin, watching the tight orifice stretch as I forced it back over the blunt nose of his bulging glans. I did this in stages, tugging a bit, then letting go, then tugging again. I was doing the same to my own cock while thinking of this, and I felt the tight ring of skin pressing against the nose of my glans. I was getting several kinds of stimulation this way; pressure against the nerve endings in the front of my glans, friction in both head and foreskin nerve endings from the tugging, and that delicious stretchy feeling as my foreskin's nerve endings were extended. My prick was full-hard, and felt really good. Resisting the temptation to hurry, I kept tugging gently, enjoying the sensations each pull produced. I felt a drop of pre-cum crawl up my prick towards the orifice, then spread between my hood and my tip as I slowly stroked myself. More lube seeped from my cum-hole, and soon my prick-head was thoroughly lubricated, so much so that now my skin slid back very easily. I'' stretched it, and now the friction was almost zip, and suddenly my foreskin rode over the high ridge, snapping down into the deep groove behind it. The rich male odor wafted up to my nostrils from my naked hot tip, adding to my excitement. Now I was half-way there, and I pushed my long, thick foreskin up over the ridge, feeling it ripple downhill to the end of my tapering head. Now I pulled back again, enjoying the feeling of the long stroke as my skin stretched to slide over my big cock-head, and the delicious feeling of the snap into the groove. I tugged harder, putting tension on my gee-string, and pulling the head down in the direction of my balls. I changed hands, because using my left hand allowed me to fantasize that it was someone else's hand on my hard, swollen cock. I recalled how the guy with the big, bell-shaped head had enjoyed handling my prick, carefully working it to give me a full range of sensation. Free of the foreskin, my big helmet grew to full size, ridge flaring more than it had while compressed by the sleeve of skin. It was extremely sensitive, and I gently bumped the roll of foreskin against the back face of the ridge, hitting the many small protruding spiculae of sensation. Each little nerve ending formed a tiny bump, and I compressed them all, bringing me closer to the peak. Now I pulled back again, making my fully swollen glans dip once more, and saw that the surface was deep purple and very shiny because the sensitive surface was stretched tightly. I felt a tickle deep in my cock-root, and another drop of lubricant slipped up my tube. The rim of my cock-head was becoming hot and tingly, and I stopped bumping it. Instead, I stroked back, alternately tensing and releasing my foreskin, enjoying the way the stretching stimulated the nerve endings in the shaft, head, and hood. I took my time not only because enjoying the ride is half the fun, but because I knew from experience that the longer the buildup, the more intense the orgasm. Most of us older guys have learned this, and take advantage of this physiological fact. Today I have fewer climaxes per week than I did when I was 15 or 20, but they're more intense and maybe even more prolonged. My cock-head was now all hot and tingly, and I knew that my prick would explode any second. I rolled over to point it at the towel I'd brought from the bathroom, and pulled again on my sex-skin. My cock-head throbbed, and the overwhelming rush of sensations forced me to close my eyes as my mind went on "hold." The first burning jet rushed up my tube, searing its way to the bend just below the hole, then turning to gush from my glans. Another stream erupted as I cried out in ecstasy, the hot liquid running down my big purple cock-head, its heat stimulating the nerve endings. I tugged again, and my cock-root responded once more, sending another eruption of cum from my big swollen tip. My body was shuddering, and I felt my naked, sensitive tip touch the rough towel. The contact sent an electric rush of sensation down my prick to the nerve complex in my root, and I felt another shattering convulsion as my prick jizzed once more. My fantasy had totally deserted me, lost as I was in animal passion. I had no conscious thoughts, only awareness of the delicious sensations wracking my cock, as jet after jet burned its way up my tube, until I was spent. Now, only a few stray drops seeped up my cock, and I slowly regained awareness of my surroundings. A pool of thick white fluid was slowly soaking into the towel in front of my crotch, and I milked more drops from my softening penis. The head had lightened in color, and was now losing its hardness. I pushed the protective covering forward to envelope it, enjoying the friction as the skin slid down-hill over my tapering glans. Now my cock was limp, the head fully covered, and the tip of my foreskin rolled up in a tight pucker at the end. I felt yet another drop slowly seeping up my tube as I began to get sleepy, and I fell asleep just as it spread between hood and head.

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