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Phone Call from Fred

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by Jack It was late Wednesday afternoon, and the ridge of my cock- head was itching under its protective foreskin. I always get this way when I'm hot, and today I was anticipating a jack-off call from my new buddy Fred. I hadn't made myself come for a week, because I'd found that my orgasm is always more intense when I've built up a heavy load. I'd met Fred on the Internet, and soon after we'd begun exchanging e-mails, then videotapes. Fred had a camcorder, and so do I, and making the tapes wasn't a problem. I'd sent him a ten- minute tape of myself jacking off, and he phoned me to say he'd enjoyed it. However, he wanted me to make another, longer tape for him. Fred was more experienced at this than I was, and he gave me some explicit instructions: "Start with your dick soft, then pick it up and point it at the camera. Spread your foreskin, so the camera can look down inside the hole. Then skin it back to show the whole head, and turn it so I can see the gee-string underneath. Then work it up hard, and show me different strokes you use. Take your time, and make it last. Then we'll be able to watch each other as we jack off on the phone." Fred's tape arrived a couple of days later, and I saw his six-inch prick was intact, like mine. This made me happy, because I knew sensations were more intense and enjoyable for a guy who hadn't been circumcised. I saw his technique was similar to mine, taking long, slow strokes that let him enjoy the subtle and delicate sensations as the nerve endings in his foreskin stretched as he drew it back over the glans. I made my tape while watching his, and took an entire hour before I came. After Fred received the tape we made an appointment for when we'd have at least an hour to talk and jack together. I had his cassette in the VCR and the tube on, and some paper towels next to me, ready to begin. I waited, comfortable in my recliner, my favorite position for jacking off. The phone rang promptly at five, and I heard his voice: "I'm watching you stretch your hood out, and I can see the pee-slit inside. I'm doing the same thing to mine. It's not hard yet." I was slowly stroking my swelling prick, just pulling on the nipple my foreskin formed beyond the head, feeling the glans expand under the fleshy hood. I squeezed my glans through the thick hood, feeling the reflexive throb each squeeze produced in my cock-root. "I'm gettin' hard," I told him as I pushed the "Play" button on the remote control. "I want to get full hard before I strip the skin back." On my prick, the hood covers the head right to the end, even when I'm hard, and I like this. Pinching the glans made it swell, even before my shaft filled out completely, and it bulged through its thick, fleshy covering. My cock's hard and the skin's back now," he murmured in my ear. I knew from watching the screen that although our dicks were about the same length, his hood was shorter than mine, and he had to tug it forward over the head to stroke himself. "Your prick is hard, and you're skinning it back," he said, describing the action on his screen. You've got a nice big head," he continued. "The rim's bigger round than your shaft. I like the way your pee-slit makes a pout, like a tear-drop, when the head gets hard. It's nice and shiny purple, with a big ridge, like a German helmet. It's nice and sensitive." I was stroking myself as he spoke, and began to pull the tight hood back slightly. The itch in the corona had become more intense, begging for relief. My foreskin is long and snug, and I like the way it always remains forward, keeping the precious head moist and sensitive. When I pull back on it, the orifice stretches, and this is a delicious sensation when I stretch it back over a fully swollen head. I described it to him: "I'm skinning back a little bit now. The tight skin is stretching, and it feels soooo good! I've got a drop of juice now," I said as I watched a drop of pre-cum fill the tapered orifice at the front of my glans. "Yeah, I'm juicing too, watching you," was his reply. I knew that Fred juiced a lot more than I do, and I saw his entire prick and hand become wet and slippery as he jacked his prick joyfully on the screen. Now I had the hood completely off the head, bunched up behind the ridge, filling the deep groove. Fred's dick was skinned back on the screen, and he began stroking the skin up over his sensitive ridge, slowly and sensually, as I mimicked his movements. This produced a deep and satisfying friction, relieving the pleasant itch that had helped arouse me. "I'm just hittin' the ridge," he narrated, "just to keep myself worked up. I don't wanna cum; I wanna make this last." "Me, too," I replied. I just want a drop or two of juice to come out and lube my prick." My prick throbbed slightly with each stroke, as I struggled to remain relaxed and not tighten any muscles. I knew that if I tightened up, I'd reach climax sooner, and I wanted to make this last. "I'm really gonna shoot a big load if the build-up takes longer," I continued. "I keep my crotch muscles relaxed to avoid cumming too soon. It probably works the same way for you, right?" "Yeah, I shoot a lot more if I make it last, instead of a quickie, an' I relax too. I see your prick making pre-cum now, and you're picking it up with your foreskin and spreading it all over the head. Mine is really running now. I'm all wet, all over. I'm hardly strokin' myself now, though. Just listening to you is gettin' me all hot." The same thing was happening with me. Our sex talk, our comments on each other's pricks, and the mutual appreciation of each other's equipment, were heightening my excitement more than just stroking would have. A slight tickle began in the root of my cock, telling me that my pre-cum was flowing. "I feel the same way, Fred. I'm just barely moving the skin. I'm also making more pre-cum than I did when I made that tape." "I'm just stroking my gee-string now, it's all wet and slippery." I saw on the screen that Fred often stopped stroking his hood and would just lightly rub one slippery finger on the band of skin under the head, working it back and forth slowly, while his prick-slit gushed more clear fluid. The camera was looking straight at his prick and I could see the lips of slit part with each drop. "I see the drops coming out, Fred, and how they're running down the groove under the glossy head. You're really hot now. Your prick-head's very shiny." I continued to stroke my prick very slowly as I spoke. "How are you strokin' it, buddy?" he asked. I described my languid manipulations, pushing my hood just barely over the high rim, then tugging it back to bare the sensitive back face of the ridge and the deep groove behind it. "I saw that on the screen," he said. "Your ridge really has a nice curve to it, and the back side of it is dark, really dark. The picture's so sharp I can see the little bumps, just like mine. Boy, when you skin it all the way back your groove's really deep." "Yeah," I replied. "Your nerve endings form little bumps behind your ridge too, huh? I just barely have to touch mine and it gets me really hot." "I know what your cock does when it gets hot and ready to cum. I watched the tape before. The head gets even bigger, and glossier, your balls draw up tight, and the head gets dark, really dark, just before you explode." He had described me perfectly, and I almost was ready to go over the edge with his words. "Does your head get all tingly just before you cum?" I suddenly stopped stroking at his last words, because I knew that it was very tingly, and I'd be blasting off in seconds. "Yeah, it gets all tingly, and I can feel it swell until it almost bursts," I replied. "I almost lost it right then, Fred." "Then let's take a break. I don't want to have it end too soon." Fred and I talked about other things until our cocks were off the edge, and starting to soften. Then we both skinned back, and resumed our slow strokes, describing every move. "My hole's starting to pout," I said, describing how the slit on my dome- shaped glans was turning into a tear-drop. "My ridge's getting fuller," Fred said. I could see the shape of his cock-head on the screen, different from mine, more pointy instead of blunt-nosed, and resembling a strawberry more than a helmet. He was taking long strokes, running his thin foreskin almost to the end of his cock-tip, squeezing more clear fluid from his slit. The familiar tickle in my cock-root told me that more lube was on its way. I felt each drop as it passed up my tube, then felt the delicate sensation as it emerged from my hole. "I'm rubbing just the end of my dick," I said to Fred, "just rubbing the lube in." My finger traced small circles on the blunt nose of my glans, and I used light pressure to keep from over- stimulating my cock. "Me, too. I really like this, don't you?" I imagined Fred's finger making the same small circles on his tip, although on the screen he was now massaging his glans in long, full-fisted straight strokes, leaving his hood retracted. I could see his tip reddening as he neared the point of release. You like to use direct action on the head near the end, don't you?" I asked. "Sometimes. Usually I slow down, so that I can enjoy the feelings when I get real close. Then I twist my hand on the head when I start to cum. What's your favorite?" "I like stopping all the way, just skinning back, watching the head swell and get darker, then pull on the hood and the gee- string. That really stretches the nerve endings inside, and gives me a terrific slow orgasm." "Yeah, I saw how you did that on the tape. The head dips down when you pull back hard on the skin and the gee-string. Mine does too, when I do that. Anyway, it's getting near the end, and I'm gonna watch you blow in a minute. You ready to go for it?" "I think so, Fred," I replied. I was really worked up. "The head's started to tingle, and probably yours is the same way." "Yeah, my head's all red and swollen and tingly, and I'm ready to blast. Any time you're ready." Since he wanted me to lead, I told him what I was doing and feeling: "My head's all swollen now, and I've got the skin all the way back. The big vein on the right side of my shaft's really bulging. Another drop came out, and it's running down the shaft. My balls are up tight, really tight, and I'm tickling the skin on them with my left hand. I'm pulling back harder on my foreskin, and the head's all nice and glossy now, the big ridge nice and dark, and I'm starting to get that hot feeling deep inside, at the root. I'm pulling back harder on the skin, really stretching the gee-string, and making the head dip down. It's all tingly now, really tingly. Any second that hot tingle's gonna shoot down the shaft, and my prick's gonna explode. Now my muscles are all getting tight, I'm pulling hard on the skin, and... and my head's startin' to throb. I'm going, I'm going, ahhhhh!" My eyes were fixed on my hard, swollen cock, my lips drew back in a rictus, and my entire cock throbbed hard as the first spurt shot up my tube. I heard Fred gasping and groaning "Me, too" on the other end of the wire, and I said: "The juice is burning, it's burning.... I'm really coming," I said through clenched teeth as the hot jet shot up through my urethra and spurted into the air. Another blast burned its way up my tube, and I was groaning and gasping, in an altered state of consciousness, as my orgasm raged within me. Jet after jet shot from my tip, in parabolas that ended on my chest. Fred's biological storm had made him incoherent, and all I heard were his groans as his orgasm matched mine. My eyes closed tightly, involuntarily, as I was overwhelmed by sensation. My legs were trembling, my cock throbbed in my tight fist, and the head felt like it was exploding. I imagined Fred gripping his cock convulsively, massaging the reddish head, white spurts shooting from the tip as he came. This made my climax more exciting, more vivid, and more intense. Sharing a vicarious orgasm was more enjoyable for us because we had similar equipment, saw each other's techniques, felt the same spasms and sensations, and were able to time it so that we came together. My jets were becoming weaker now, as the tide ebbed, and the last cock convulsions produced only dribbles that flowed from the tear-drop hole back over the head, following the contours until they flowed over my ridge and down my shaft. Finally, it was over for both of us, and we came back to normal. There was no need to ask how it was, because we both knew we'd had super orgasms. "I guess the only thing that might beat that is docking, huh?" Fred asked me. "Oh, yeah," I replied. "I'd love that." The thought of his hot glans nestled comfortably inside my foreskin as we both erupted and filled my skin tube with hot juice was appealing. I suggested we make an effort to meet, even though we lived hundreds of miles away from each other, but that's another story.