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Mutual Evening Jackoff

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Mutual Evening Jackoff by Jackinnm@yahoo.com (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)The call came just after I'd finished dinner: "Hello, Jack? I'm Bill, Ted's friend from out of town." I knew who he was, as Ted had told me about him a few days ago. He'd also told me why Bill wanted to meet me. Come on over right now, if that's convenient." I gave him my address. "Save you the price of a motel room." Half an hour later, I heard a car in my driveway and soon the bell rang. Bill was six years younger than my 28, stood about an inch taller than my 6'2", and weighted about the same, 180 pounds. "Ted told me you're uncut," he began, skipping the preamble. "Right. Want to see?" I replied, appreciating his directness. I led him to the bedroom. "We can sleep here together, if you like, or there's another bedroom down the hall." I began stripping as Bill set down his suitcase. "I think I'd enjoy sleeping with you," he said. He began removing his clothes, and I saw that he was hairier than I, with furry chest and brown hair that led down to his belt line. I was undressed before he was, and looked appreciatively as he removed the rest of his clothes. His Jockeys were last, and as he dropped them I saw that our genital areas were very different. He had low-hangers, unlike my tight scrotum, and his prick was missing its foreskin. A small, acorn-like head adorned the end of a smooth shaft, and there was a jagged brown scar ring an inch behind the head. My prick clearly showed the outline of my big helmet through the thick foreskin, which formed a long nipple at the end. His prick began hardening as he sat beside me. I gently pinched the small head, knowing that this would produce a responsive throb in his cock-root. His fingers closed around my foreskin, kneading it slowly. "Man, I envy you guys who still have their hoods. I lost mine a few days after I was born." Bill's prick was engorging rapidly, and I didn't know if this was the result of my stimulation, or the psychic boost he was getting from seeing and handling my uncut cock. "Your foreskin still covers the head when hard," he added. "Only half the kids got cut when I was born," I said, "but the proportion increased quickly after that." My prick was now at full mast, and Bill began slipping my foreskin back, revealing the glossy purple helmet. The big round dome appeared first, and as his fingers pushed the hood back farther, it rode over my high flaring rim and snapped down into the deep groove behind. I kept squeezing his glans, making his cock jerk with every pinch, and my other hand cupped his balls. Bill pulled forward on my foreskin, watching it avidly as it rode over the rim and downhill to cover the big head completely, forming a thick pucker at the end. "I gotta get some lube," he said, pulling away from me and rummaging in his suitcase until he came up with a bottle of baby oil. "You don't need lube, but us cut guys have to use it." Bill poured a few drops to anoint his shaft and head, and began working it into the tender flesh in slow strokes. His other hand worked my foreskin up and down. "Let's do ourselves for awhile," I suggested. "I want to see exactly how you stroke your prick, and I guess you'll enjoy seeing me work mine." Bill removed his hand, and my fingers closed around my prick, thumb on top and two fingers underneath, gently sliding my foreskin in well-practiced strokes. "Man, I love to watch that foreskin action. Do you keep the skin forward when you shoot?" "Sometimes. Other times I like to skin back completely and watch the head turn darker purple. I enjoy watching my jets shoot out." Bill's hand was working his prick faster now, as he was becoming really turned on by the sight. Bill lay back on the bed. His balls were drawn up tightly against his body now, a sure sign of his arousal. I watched him twist his fist around the glans on the up-stroke, and knew that this sharpened his sensations, as I'd stroked cut guys and knew what turned them on. "Jack, I'm close. Just a few seconds more…." "Will it help if when you get really close, I finish you off?" I asked, knowing that the feel of another guy's hand always produced more intense sensations. "Yeah, take this baby oil and lube your hand," he said. I changed to my left hand and he poured some baby oil into the palm of my right one. I worked it over my fingers, wanting to be ready when he was. I saw his eyes still fixed on my prick, watching the head appear and vanish with my strokes. "The head's turning darker red," I commented. "Let me know when you want me to take over." I saw his eyes close as his crisis neared. His fist twisted over the engorged glans, and a drop of lube parted the lips of his slit. Suddenly, he removed his hand abruptly, and I closed my fingers around his cock, feeling its heat. Bill gasped at the sudden shock of the foreign sensations, and his hips bucked, thrusting his cock deeper into my encircling fingers. 'AAAAHHHHH!" His cries filled the room as his prick pulsed hard in my hand. A white jet shot onto his chest as he writhed, caught up in the storm of his orgasm. His cock jerked again, and another jet erupted from his dark red tip. Bill was utterly lost in the throes of his ejaculations, mindlessly crying out and helpless in my hands. After several more jets, his prick's pulsing subsided to feeble throbs, and the residue of his sperm oozed from the distended slit. When he opened his eyes again, I smiled down at his and said: "I nearly lost it myself, feeling and watching you come. You're a really hot guy." He propped himself up on one elbow and replied: "Let me clean myself up and I'll be ready to do you." He reached for the Kleenex on the bedside table and wiped the sperm from his chest and stomach, then sat up. I lay back as his fingers closed around my cock. "Let me do you all they way, okay? I want to work that foreskin of yours and make you come." His fingers slipped my thick hood back over the head, completely baring it down to the groove behind the rim, then snapped it forward, covering the engorged head completely. "Man, you've got a nice hole," he said as he bared the head again. "It's like a teardrop. Does it always do that when you get hard?" "Always," I replied. His electric touches sent sparks through my prick, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. "The head's becoming darker purple," he commented. "I think you're close." I felt my eyes shut as I withdrew into myself, totally absorbed by the sensations in my prick. My glans engorged fully, aching for release. There was more resistance to the sliding of the foreskin. "Put a few drops on the head," I urged. "Then skin me back and work on the head with your fingertips." I felt the drops on my glans, and the firm tugging as Bill pulled my foreskin back to clear the head and groove. His fingertips began their slow massage of the sensitive nerve endings in my glans, while his fist stretched the nerve endings in my foreskin with relentless tension. "I know that pulling back on your skin feels good," he said as he jiggled the foreskin, lightly bumping the rim while his fingertips continued their maddening caresses on the hard glans. I felt that orgasm was only a second away, although it took longer. My glans throbbed and ached, and my cock-root tightened in anticipation. I was totally focused on my prick, the center of my rapidly shrinking world. My legs began trembling, and I knew I was on my way. A sudden deep throb in my groin made me cry out helplessly as the first burning jet shot up my prick to arc onto my chest. I thrashed as Bill's fingers drew the orgasm from me with their hot caresses, and more jets filled my tube, rushing up to slam the lips of my slit open as they erupted. My prick felt on fire, hot and throbbing, as I helplessly responded to his electric touches. "OH, OH, OH" I heard myself moaning in the distance as the last convulsions wracked my groin. Bill had stopped massaging my glans, but his hand stabilized my prick as the last ooze ran from my engorged tip down his fingers. "I know you get super-sensitive when you come," he said. "Most uncut guys do that. I wish I were like you." Bill began dabbing the juice from my chest and stomach even before I opened my eyes. "Thanks," I whispered. "You're really hot, and you gave me a really hot come." "I loved it as much as you did," he replied. "Watching and feeling your uncut cock shooting was a hot thrill for me." "Glad you enjoyed it," I said as I felt him lie down next to me. The total relaxation of the afterglow gripped us now, and we fell asleep, warm and content.