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Jacking With Don

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Jacking With Don by Jackinnm@yahoo.com (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)fiction) The first time I jacked with another guy as an adult happened this way, many years ago: Our company sent Don and myself to the convention, booking us into a room with two queen size beds. We were both 26, married, and didn't know each other well because were worked in different departments. The evening of the first day, we had dinner and went up to our room. Don took the bed farthest from the door, and immediately stripped down, as he wanted to take a shower. "I go around bare-ass in the room. Hope you don't mind," he said. I looked at him as I was undressing and saw that he was about an inch taller than my 6'2" and well built. I also noted that he had a thick uncut cock with a big head bulging through his hood, making it heavy at the end. "No problem," I replied. "I've got the same equipment you have." This caught his attention, and he looked at me sharply. I dropped my shorts and stood up, showing him my uncut member, big-headed like his, but with a longer foreskin that formed a nipple at the end. "You sure do," he said with a grin. "We're both lucky to be uncut." "Yeah, we are," I said. "Go ahead. Take your shower first." He went into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later, bare as when he'd entered. I took my shower and got under the covers. Then I saw Don looking at me. "I'm really glad I'm uncut. So many guys are cut these days." "Me too," I replied. The skin keeps my tip nice and sensitive, and my wife likes it too because it makes my shaft thicker when it skins back." "Same for me. It forms a thick ring behind the head. It's also great for jacking off, when my wife doesn't feel like sex." "I do that too, when my wife doesn't feel like it," I said. "I really enjoy the way the skin slides over the head." "Ever pinch the end shut when you cum?" he asked. "I do, and I love the way the cum fills the skin." "Yeah, I do that, and also pinch the end shut when I'm in the shower. Then I watch the skin balloon out." "I do the same thing," I replied. I noticed his hand moving under his covers. This didn't surprise me, because I was also sliding my foreskin slowly up and down the head as we spoke. "This talk's got me hot," he said. "I feel like jacking myself right now." I saw the motion increase. "Why don't you join me, then?" I asked, peeling back my covers and sliding to my right to make room for him. "In a sec," he said as he rose from his bed. "I want to get a couple of towels from the bathroom." He returned and slipped into bed beside me, his right thigh touching my left one. His prick was fully hard, the head half bared and dribbling clear fluid. "I'm seeping too," I said as I pushed the covers back to show him. My foreskin still covered the head of my hard cock, and the pucker was filled with fluid. "Hell, you've got even more skin than I do," he commented. "Can you skin it all the way?" "Go ahead, see for yourself," I invited him, releasing my prick. He let go of his and his fingers eagerly stripped my foreskin back to lock in the deep groove behind my rim. My left hand clasped his warm shaft, gently moving the loose skin up and down over his purple glans. "Man, does that feel good. You really know how to do it to my cock." Don smiled as he said this, and his hand began moving faster on my shaft, covering and uncovering my big purple helmet. "You've got a big head like mine," I said. "Same color, too." My fingers ran his foreskin up as far as it would stretch, covering his helmet, then let go. I saw his foreskin snap back to half-mast. "I really like it when you stretch my skin," he said. "Does this feel good for you?" His fingers stretched my foreskin out beyond the helmet, teasing its nerve endings, and my cock root throbbed in response. "Yeah, very good. You have the technique," I replied. "I think you'll make me cum if you keep it up." "I want to keep it up, make you cum," he said. "We can give each other a couple of hot orgasms." He reached over with his other hand to cup my balls, and his fingertips pressed into the tender flesh behind them. My cock-root throbbed hard, and I sighed. "Go ahead, do me, then I'll do you," I urged. His fingers continued to massage my glans through the foreskin, and I felt an ache in my cock-head, a need to cum. Don spread a towel over my stomach, and resumed pumping my foreskin, stretching the nerve endings with long strokes and making my glans tingle. "Your tip's turning darker," he observed. "That means you're almost there." "Yessss…." I said through clenched teeth. The sensations were reaching me, and my entire body began to tremble with muscular tension. His hands on me were super-exciting, more arousing than when I stroked myself, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back. "Okay, go for it!" he urged as he skinned my prick back completely, stretching the nerve endings in my foreskin and sending me over the edge. The hot tingle in my glans shot down my shaft and I felt a heavy pounding begin in my cock root. I cried out, saturated in blissful agony as the first burning hot jet shot up my shaft and out the tip. His fist pulled my foreskin hard up over the head, pinching the end shut, and more sensations stabbed into my engorged glans as the hot fluid swirled around my tip. I was shuddering, moaning, crying out helplessly, eyes clenched shut, as waves of orgasm swept through me. I opened my eyes as the throbbing in my groin subsided, and saw him smiling at me. "Man, you really shot a load," he said. "Look at that towel." "You really drained me," I replied as the throbs in my groin faded. I turned toward him and resumed stroking his engorged prick, pulling his foreskin up and down the wet, slippery head. I felt his prick throb in response, and felt his body tense against mine. My other hand spread the towel over his stomach, then cupped his balls. "AAHHHH… yes, do me…" Don urged as my fingers worked his foreskin rhythmically, heightening his sensations. I saw his eyes close as his legs began trembling. Now he was gasping, his chest heaving, as wave after wave of sensation hit him. His moans filled the room, and he was still on this side of the peak. "I'm going to do you different," I said. Now I yanked his foreskin all the way back to bare the beautiful helmet head, and ran the fingertips of my other hand over his naked nerve endings. His tip throbbed sharply under my fingers, and his shaft jerked in my fist. A thick white jet shot from his slit as Don yelped loudly in agonized joy. My fingertips caressed the round front dome of his glans, catching the next jet of cream, then worked back over the broad upper surface to encircle his rim. His cock was jerking hard in my encircling fingers as gush after gush poured from his distended slit. Finally, I knew it was over for him, and that his tip was becoming super-sensitive. I stopped stroking and just held his prick as it seeped it final drops onto the towel. His eyes opened and we stared at each other wordlessly, our gazes saying more than we could have expressed in words. Don wiped us down with the towels, threw them into the bathroom, and returned to my bed. Clasping me fervently in his arms, he fell asleep, head on my shoulder. I soon followed.