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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 07 Nov 1997 2 comments
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I hadn't seen Frank for 20 years until we met by accident at an architects' convention, but we still recognized each other. After the last meeting of the first day, we stopped at the hotel restaurant for dinner and then went up to his room, which happened to be on the same floor as mine, to talk further. We reminisced about our childhoods, and people we had known. Frank had been married once, like me, and subsequently divorced, like me. "Now all I do is beat off," he said, "like old times," alluding to the times we'd jacked off together as kids. "Yeah, but back then we didn't do it to each other," I suggested, elliptically. His eyebrows lifted slightly and his eyes met mine. "What the hell, why not?" he said, understanding my hint. He stood up and began removing his clothes. I did the same, and we studied each other as our naked bodies came into view. We'd both become hairier since then, and Frank had slight tufts of brown hair on his chest and legs. Mine was blond, like the thinning hair on my scalp. Although Frank is a little shorter and stockier than I, our cocks were remarkably similar, hanging down about four inches limp. There was one difference, though, that has caused us endless fascination when we were kids. Frank's cock ended in a bulging purple head, with flaring rim, and a dark brown circular scar about half an inch behind it. My tip was hidden under a tube of smooth skin that showed the outline of the glans and continued on to form a tight nipple beyond it. We sat on the bed, our cocks swelling in anticipation, and Frank put two fingers on my foreskin, gently tugging on it. I felt the delicious stretching feeling as he pulled the nipple out beyond the head, while underneath my tip was engorging with blood. I reached over and squeezed his cock-head, knowing that this would produce a reflex contraction in his cock-root. We were now full-hard, our cocks about six and a half inches long, with straight shafts. Frank's cock-head had turned a slightly darker shade of purple, and the slit at the end had pouted into an ellipse filled with clear fluid. Dipping a finger into the drop, I spread it over the smooth surface, and saw Frank's eyes close as he enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of another's hand on his cock. More drops seeped from his tip, and I coated the head and shaft with the slippery fluid. Meanwhile, Frank had begun to slip my foreskin back to bare my engorged tip, and we watched the nipple tighten and spread to reveal the tear-drop shaped opening in my pink glans. The sensitive hood stretched as Frank worked it back over the head, and I shuddered in delight. I'd never felt his hand on my prick before, and the gentle touch aroused me even further. I felt a mild tickle inside my tube, as a large drop of clear juice filled my tear-drop. Frank stroked my hood forward to pick up the fluid, and then began pulling back gently. The hood slipped slowly back over the head, baring the pink dome and the slightly darker ridge, until it snapped into the groove behind it. I continued to stroke his prick, feeling its heat in my hand, as his lubricant continued to flow. By now, his prick was completely lubricated, from head to base, and the excess was running down my fingers. As I stroked him, my fingers ran over the contours of his head, feeling the smooth dome in front, then running back over the swelling where the glans flared into the rim, and dropping down to the sensitive circle of skin behind the ridge. My forefinger caressed the gee-string joining the triangular groove under the head to the shaft-skin, feeling his prick throb with every stroke. Frank tugged back on my foreskin, baring the head and pulling at my gee-string, which made my glans dip sharply. This sent an electric sensation through my prick, and a gush of clear fluid poured from my tip to lubricate the foreskin and head. Frank's hand moved forward again, sweeping up the flow and spreading it over the tender surface. We were both very hot, and I realized the end was near. "Let me do you first," I suggested, as I began twisting my fist on his sensitive surfaces. He nodded, then closed his eyes and lay back as I continued to caress him. I watched his tip swell and turn a darker purple as he neared release. His hand had stopped moving on my prick, but my hard-on was still firm. My encircling fingers continued to twist on his cock-head as Frank began to gasp at the intense sensations. I felt his glans becoming hotter, and the rim swelled even more under my fingers. His stomach muscles tensed, and his legs began to twitch as the rush of sensations overtook him. He cried out as I felt a hard throb in his prick, and a moment later a white gush shot from his tip to land on his chest. Frank was writhing in delicious agony as I continued to stroke his prick with the twisting stroke that had driving him wild. I was enjoying this, too, because I knew the sensations he was feeling, and knew that soon I'd also be in the free-fall he was experiencing. If he'd kept on stroking me while he was coming, I'd have shot my load right then. More jets poured from his prick as his head rocked from side to side on the bed. I felt each throb that sent the jets flying, erupting from his hot purple tip to land on his body. Now his spurts were weaker, and some coated my fingers as Frank began to descend from his orgasm. Finally, the jets turned into dribbles, flowing slowly from his slit and down over his long glans, where my fingers spread the juice over the head. Frank took a deep breath and said; "That was something else. Thanks." He raised his body and wrapped his fingers around my prick again. "I enjoy playing with your skin," he said. "I wish mine hadn't been cut off. It's such fun to have a foreskin." He was right. With a foreskin, I was able to feel some sensations denied him, especially when he tugged it hard back to stretch my gee- string and pull my glans down. Now Frank was gently pumping my foreskin up and down on my engorged tip, and I leaned back on my elbows to watch the head darken to a pick-purple color as it went into its final swelling. Frank felt it, and he looked into my eyes, saying; "Soon, real soon." The tickling sensation in my prick changed to a hot tingle, centered in the head, as he pumped me to the peak of sensation. His fingers began slipping over the skin because my lubricant was flowing hot and heavy. Frank gave a hard tug back, squeezing my prick, and begin running his fingers around my bared, flaring rim. The hot tingle turned into a fireball than shot down the length of my prick into the root as my consciousness faded. I was aware only of his fingers pouring delicious sensations into my prick as the first spasm began deep inside me and I lost it. The first jet felt like hot lava burning its way up my tube, and I threw my head back and cried out at the intense sensations. I felt hot drops landing on my chest as the intense pounding in my groin continued. Another hot jet started up my tube, gushing from the tip as I moaned in agonized ecstasy. More spasms sent me into the netherland between consciousness and delight, and I lay back to savor the sensations in my prick. I slowly came back to reality as I felt my spasms fading, and now I saw was a steady dribble of white juice flowing from my tip as I raised my head to look. Franks tightened his grip and slipped my hood forward to cover the still-bulging tip, then skinned it back hard to give me another jolt. Sperm surged from my prick as I gasped, and Frank covered the glans again and let go my prick. "That was great," I said, looking into his eyes, smiling. We hugged, and fell into a deep and restful sleep.