I’d encountered a guy who identified himself as “Jon” In an Internet Chat Room, and we’d hit it off Immediately because we were both uncut (my handle was “Uncut six”) and because we were both articulate and Vivid. Because of our familiarity with foreskins, we Were able to turn each other on quickly and easily During cyber-jacking or phone sessions. By keyboard or phone, we aroused each other by Describing what we were doing to our cocks, or Fantasies about what we’d like to do with each Others. We both enjoyed gentle, intricate play with Each other’s foreskin, slipping a finger or tongue inside the orifice to tickle the meatus, then working back to the flaring ridge. We each enjoyed the thought of a fingertip or tongue-tip running around the nerve-studded corona, and plunging into the deep groove behind. We talked each other into mind-blowing orgasms, but were frustrated by our not stimulating each other in person. Finally, we decided to get together. Jon was driving out on vacation, and I gave him directions. The day he rang my doorbell was one of the most exciting in my life. My heart was beating very quickly as he entered.
“Hi, Jon,” I said, using his chat room name. I knew his real name, as it had appeared on my Caller ID each time he’d phoned, but I thought it more tactful to call him “Jon” until he told me to call him by his real name.
“Hi, Jack,” he replied, observing the same courtesy. I knew that if he’d searched my telephone number on the reverse directory on the Internet, he’d know my name as well.
As he entered I was avidly taking in the sight. Jon was about 31, compared to my 63, and his hair was dull blond, in contrast to my brown hair turned white. He was about 5’10”, and 170 lb., with a muscular build. His oval face had full, ripe lips and a straight nose, a lot like mine. I led him into my bedroom and we began to disrobe, very quickly. He was clean-shaven as I was, and as we stripped I saw that his body was covered with blond hair. Looking at the crotch of his Jockey shorts, I spoke:
“You’re all wet there! You must have been dripping for the last hundred miles!”
“Oh, yeah, I think I’ve been dripping for the last thousand. Just thinking about this got me half-hard and wet,” he said as I removed the rest of my clothes. My prick was still soft, but I felt a stirring as I continued to watch him. The sodden cloth clung to his penis, and the outline of his glans, especially the flaring corona, was prominent through both foreskin and fabric.
When did you last come?” I asked, tracing the wet outline of his corona with my forefinger. “When we last talked on the phone.” That had been a week ago. I saw and felt his glans begin to engorge under my touch.
“You need relief right way,” I said as he pulled his shorts down. His half-hard cock arced out over his low-hangers that would draw up tightly against his body when he came close to orgasm. I picked up his shorts, holding the wet fabric to my nose to inhale his rich masculine aroma, then touching it with my tongue to taste his essence. Jon watched me intently as I enjoyed his taste and fragrance. I grasped him by the end of his long, foreskin nipple, feeling the warmth of his prick, finally holding his flesh for real instead of vicariously. I was eager to feel his hardness, his animal warmth, and the frenzy of his orgasm. I gave his nipple some gently tugs, stretching it out and pulling him towards me, and drew him into the bathroom. By the time we were at the sink, both our pricks were at full mast, and I was able to compare them in detail.
His cock was about half an inch longer than my six inches, and had a graceful upward curve, while mine had a straight shaft. Both of us had long, fleshy foreskins that formed clearly defined nipples beyond the glans when soft, and completely covered our helmet-shaped cock-heads even with erection. I began to slide his long foreskin back to bare the front of his glans as I pushed him gently against the counter. Behind the sink was a large mirror, and I was able to watch as I reached around him to clasp his hot, hard penis.
We both had purple tips, with slits that pouted to a teardrop shape when engorged. Our cock-heads also had high flaring ridges, which looked very sexy. The points of difference were that Jon oozed a lot of lubricant and I did not, and that pulling back hard on his skin would tug his frenulum and make his cock-head dip. Mine hardly dipped.
“Are you going to do me right now?” he asked. I squeezed his swollen tip through the covering skin to make his cock-root throb, and heard his sigh of delight as I answered:
“I’m going to make you come here and now because you’re hot as a pistol. Once you’ve shot some of that load, there won’t be the sense of urgency you’re feeling now, and we’ll be able to take our time and enjoy ourselves.” I kept pulling back on his foreskin in stages, pulling, and then letting it slip forward again, to stretch the nerve endings in his foreskin gently. Jon took a sharp, deep breath with every tug on his foreskin. His balls rested on the edge of the counter, and I knew they’d soon draw tightly against his body.
I nibbled gently on his earlobe. My hard prick pressed against his backbone as I wrapped my left arm around his waist. Leaning into him, I spoke again:
“If your knees buckle when you come don’t worry; I won’t let you fall.” My thighs pressed against the back of his, and I hugged him closely as I continued to caress his beautiful prick. I felt the warmth of his cheek against mine as we looked at each other in the mirror, and he stared deeply into mine with his blue eyes. Now I pulled his foreskin back all the way, feeling it snap into the deep groove behind his flaring ridge, and I saw his jaw drop as the sensation hit him. We both looked down to see his purple glans glistening wetly in the harsh bathroom light. The gaping teardrop shaped orifice oozed with lube that ran down the underside of the head and over my encircling fingers. The delicious odor of wet foreskin and glans filled the air and I brought my fingers up to my lips, inhaling the erotic fragrance and tasting the salty, viscous fluid.
“I can feel your heart beating against me,” he said. “Yes, it’s beating harder than when we’ve had our phone calls,” I replied. I pulled his hood forward to cover the head completely and began twisting it sideways with my fingertips, producing a rotating movement over the head. My fingers grasped it firmly around the body of the head, twisting it over the ridge and stretching the foreskin’s nerve endings to add to his sensations. I looked at his face again in the mirror, seeing his hot blue eyes boring into mine. “Man, that’s heavenly,” he whispered. Now I worked a fingertip into the opening of his hood and tickled his meatus, sending a spasm through his body. I kissed his neck, his ear, and then his cheek. My left hand crawled up to his right nipple, gently twisting it because I suspected he was also nipple-sensitive. “I’m going to hit all your sensitive spots,” I murmured in his ear as my finger probed deeper into his foreskin, caressing the tender, nerve-studded surfaces of both glans and foreskin. As my fingertip reached his corona, I felt him shudder against me, and heard him moan softly.
“Ohhh, Jack, that feels so goooood,” he whispered as I ran my fingertip down one side of his ridge. When I reached the underside of the hot, swollen glans and probed into the triangular groove, caressing his thick frenulum, Jon moaned more loudly.
“I’m going to make you yell out,” I murmured. “You’ll be yelling when you come.” Jon shivered again, and I ran my fingertip along his gee-string, from the bottom where it joined the foreskin up to where the teardrop shaped pee hole began. I worked my fingertip in small circles around the orifice, spreading the thick, viscous natural lubricant over his sensitive nerve endings.
Clear ooze dripped from the end of his foreskin, coating my fingers and dropping into the sink. I knew that we were at a new stage, and I pushed his thick foreskin back with my fingertips, cupping my hand over the head as I did so. When my fingertips caressed the tender surface of the glans, Jon moaned louder, and I returned his hot stare.
“It’s so intense A I don’t know if I can stand iota” he moaned. He began a soft “AH-AH-AH” sound as my fingertips continued to brush the hard surface of his hot glans.
“Just relax, Jon,” I answered. “Let it happen. I’ll give you a really hot come, I promise.” Now my fingers had pressed his foreskin back to form a thick fleshy collar behind his beautifully flaring rim, and worked their way into the deep groove that rarely saw the light of day. He cried out at the intensity of the sensations, and I saw his eyes roll up. Now I gently massaged the bare glans, caressing the super-sensitive nerve endings, and I felt his body begin to tense. I kept my fingertips moving, in a teasing touch that stimulated him more than a heavy-handed pulling would have. I made sure to hit a different spot every second, because I knew that continuing to work on the same nerve endings would tire them, and reduce the intensity of the sensations. I looked down and saw that the color of his glans had darkened, and that the back face of his swollen rim had turned almost black. The surface of his glans had hardened under my fingertips during the last few seconds, losing the spongy feeling it had had earlier. A steady ooze of thick liquid oozed from his orifice, lubricating the roughness of my fingertips and masking the sensations somewhat, so that he wouldn’t come too quickly. I wanted him to enjoy the anticipation during the build-up. With my left hand, I pulled back sharply on his shaft-skin as the base, drawing his foreskin collar back from the groove. As my fingertips invaded his groove, I heard him moaning louder: “HAH-HAH-HAH!” as the waves of sensation built.
His hot prick was hard in my hands as I brought him to the precipice. I felt him rise on tip-toe and grunt more loudly as he neared the point of no return. My fingertips were dancing on his engorged glans, caressing the beautiful contours and the precious nerve endings they contained. The clear fluid oozing from his tip was turning milky as his valves slowly gave way, and in the mirror, I saw his eyes close. His body tightened against mine, and I grasped his slippery purple helmet firmly in my fingertips and twisted hard.
The response was stunning. He threw his head back, crying out helplessly as the first wave of orgasm swept over him. I’d cupped my hand over the end of his glans to catch the hot jets, and felt the first gush hit my palm as his body sagged. I pressed my body hard against his to pin him to the counter as his knees gave way, and held him firmly around the waist as I twisted my fingertips again to produce another hot spasm.
His cries of blissful agony filled the air: “AHAAAH! AHAAAAAH! AHHHAAAAAH!” as he tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm. Jon was lost in mindless joy now, my fingertips producing an almost unbearable tingle in his glans that I could experience vicariously because the technique had once been used on me. My cock twitched, and the thought of what he was feeling would have brought on my orgasm if he’d been touching my prick just then. Another powerful jet shot into my palm and dripped into the sink. I felt his tip throb with each shot, and the warm fluid coated my hand and fingers. Jon’s back arched, and his hips thrust hard against the edge of the counter as the spasms consumed him.
I stared at his throbbing, spurting cock, a hard staff with gushing purple helmet at the end, and watched my fingertips dancing over his tortured cap. Jon’s helpless cries filled the room, and I felt his body strain against mine. Then I felt the force of his spasms diminish, and knew he’d be totally drained in another couple of seconds. I stopped massaging the tender tip, knowing that it would soon become unbearably sensitive, instead grasping the skin around his shaft and pushing forward to slide it over the swollen head.
“Okay, stop now,” he whispered, and I stopped working his foreskin, leaving it half back along the head. I put t my thumb on the top of his shaft while my index finger pressed into his urethra, milking the juice forward. Drop after creamy drop oozed from his still swollen glans to fall into the sink as his body relaxed.
“I need a shower,” he said as he pushed himself away from the counter. I stepped into the shower, which was right to the left of the sink counter, and pulled him in after me. I slid the door shut and turned on the water. Jon was standing right under the spray and received the first jets of hot water. I watched the rivulets running over his shoulders and down his trunk, some dripping from the end of his softening prick. His foreskin had slid forward to envelop the tender tip.
“I’ve gotta pee,” he said softly. I knew well what a flow of hot water over the penis did to a man, and although my prick was still half-hard, I also felt the urge as some of the water splashed onto mine. “So do I,” I said. “Let’s do it together.” I pinched the end of his hood as he began to release his flow, watching it balloon out with the volume of urine. He opened his mouth to speak and I released my grip before he could say: “Let go.” A large gush poured from the end of his foreskin to spray my legs. I saw his thumb and index finger pinch the end of my foreskin as he pulled me closer to him so that part of the hot water ran down my front. I relaxed my sphincter and felt and saw my foreskin balloon as his had seconds ago. Jon judged exactly the moment to release my hood before it swelled enough to become uncomfortable, and my yellow stream flowed over his thighs.
I kissed him lightly on the lips, then picked up the sponge. I poured liquid soap onto it, and ran it lightly over his chest, then did his armpits when he lifted his arms. He turned and I did his back, running the sponge down into his crack. Then I reached under him to wash his perineum.
Jon turned back and took the sponge from me, running it over my chest and shoulders. I reached out to push his foreskin back, locking it behind his flaring rim. “Gotta rinse off your glans and hood,” I said. Jon skinned mine back with his left hand while continuing to run the sponge over my body. We both knew that rubbing the sponge over the exposed glans would be unbearable. He turned me and washed my back, working down my spine into my crack, then slipping the sponge under me to wash behind my balls. He continued down my legs to my feet, then handed me the sponge. I knelt to wash his legs and feet, then put the sponge back on its shelf and hugged him close to me. The hot water ran down our bodies, rinsing away the suds, coursing over our exposed cock-heads and washing away the accumulated sexual fluids. I shut the water off and reached for my towel.
“We’ll have to share this time,” I said. “I’ll share your towel anytime,” he replied as he leaned forward to kiss me lightly on my lips. We held that kiss as drops of water dripped from our bodies, until we broke and dried ourselves. We stepped out of the shower and headed for the bedroom. Inside, we lay supine on the big queen sized bed, side by side, my right thigh against his left. I enjoyed the warmth of his body against mine.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said as his hand snaked across my body, down my abdomen, and his fingers wrapped delicately around my foreskin. He began rolling my long nipple between thumb and index finger, then pulled forward on the end of my foreskin as my cock quickly swelled to fill the fleshy tube. Jon knew what he was doing, because we both enjoyed having the copious nerve endings in our foreskins stretched erotically.
“I want to smell and taste it,” he said as he scooted down to place his head over my groin. I reached for his dangling cock as he grasped my hard shaft with his right hand, cupping my balls with his left. As I gently stroked his skin back and forth over his rapidly swelling cock, his lips brushed the pucker of my foreskin. I felt his tongue insinuate itself into the orifice to tickle my meatus.
“Oooooooh, that feels nice,” I moaned in response to the delicious sensations filling my cock. I felt his thick and warm tongue probe more deeply into my foreskin, reaching for the rim. I ran the fingers of my free hand through Jon’s thick blond hair as his tongue worked around the rim, then reversed and worked down the other side. Then I felt the tip of his tongue push into the deep groove behind my rim, his saliva lubricating the way. The feel of Jon’s tongue in an area that rarely saw daylight, caressing the many sensitive nerve endings, sent a thrill through my body.
Still holding his prick, I slipped a finger into the foreskin’s opening, caressing the bulb inside. I felt him shiver as my finger probed the many delicate nerve endings, and heard him sigh deeply. He removed his head from my prick.
“Feels like you need a little lubricant,” he said. I reached for the bottle of Astroglide on the bedside table, but he stopped me.
“I’ve got plenty of lube for both of us,” he said as he shuffled around to position the end of his prick over mine. Pushing my hand away, he began milking his urethra, driving the clear fluid forward to drip from the end of his glans onto mine. He slid my foreskin back and forth to spread the lube over the head, and it was my turn to sigh in delight. As he continued to milk it, he brought his prick down towards mine until the heads touched. I moaned at the feel of his beautiful warm glans touching mine. I turned on my side to face him fully, and he stretched out lengthwise beside me. We brought our foreskins back to bare the front domes of our cockheads. Our prick-tips touched again, the pouting teardrop lips of his glans pressed against mine, lightly kissing as they never had before.
“Your heart’s really going too,” I said as I put my hand up to his chest.
“Sure is,” he whispered back as he continued to rub his tip in small circles around the front dome of mine. I felt that warmth of his engorged glans, and I reached behind his scrotum to press my finger into the back part of his urethra, scavenging more precious lubricant that poured onto my hot glans. “I think I have more than enough lube,” I said. “Let go for a minute.” I moved until my face was in front of his rock-hard dick and grasped it at the base with my left fist as I pulled his foreskin forward to cover the head fully with my right thumb and forefinger. I saw the fleshy tube form a pucker in front of my lips, totally irresistible. I slipped my tongue into his pucker, feeling the tip touch his teardrop shaped hole as it slid in on his thick, salty lube. I smelled and tasted the delicious wet glans and foreskin, slipping my tongue I farther into the space between the smooth sensitive surfaces. I felt his tip throb against my tongue as his body reacted, and more warm fluid gushed from his orifice.
“Does mine taste salty to you?” Jon asked as my tongue twirled around his flaring corona.
“Uh-huh, delicious,” I murmured and nodded my head. My lips enclosed his foreskin, wrapped around the rim of the helmet, as my tongue explored the inside of his preputial sac and tickled the sensitive nerve endings.
“Your thick tongue’s really stretching my hood,” he said. I knew that my tongue stretching his foreskin’s nerve endings gave him as much pleasure as the friction on his tender glans.
Now I began pulling his hood back off the head, exposing its delicate contours, watching the foreskin’s orifice distend wider as it neared the flaring ridge. The tender purple glans was almost totally bared to my gaze and touch, and I completed the process, watching the distended foreskin snap down into the deep groove behind the ridge. The glans is the most beautiful part of the penis, I thought. Its sexy compound curves were inches from my eyes and I moved forward to lap at the rounded front dome and the weeping eye that parted it.
I pulled down hard on his shaft skin behind the head, stretching the thick fleshy collar and making the frenulum pull the head down towards his balls. I knew that the nerve endings in his gee-string were especially sensitive, and I ran my tongue over them as I stretched the bridle.
“Wait, hold it,” He said suddenly. “I’ve already had mine. Now it’s your turn. I want to make you come and I want to hold and watch your penis as it shoots.” I stopped what I was doing. He was right. He wanted to make me spurt as I had drained him, and he wanted to hear my cries and feeling my throbs too. “Just lie back, spread-eagled, and let me do the work.” As I complied, he slid in next to me and I reached for his rock-hard prick. “Hold on to my cock, that’s it, I know holding it turns you on, just be careful not to stroke too fast or too hard.” He was right- holding his hard prick and sliding the precious hood over the big helmet definitely excited me. I felt Jon wrap his fingers around my prick and begin sliding my skin back and forth in slow, sensual strokes that he varied to enhance my sensations. My head was propped on a pillow, and I saw his every move. He pulled my hood back to bare the precious head, then pushed it forward slowly until it formed a thick pucker in front of the glans. Then he pulled it back again, stretching the skin until it rode over my flaring rim and snapped down into the groove behind it. He continued pulling, exposing the groove and running a lubricated fingertip around it until I sighed deeply. Then he brought my foreskin forward again in a twisting motion, stretching the tissues even as he replaced them over the glans. His tongue snaked into my foreskin, its tip tickling my pouting meatus, making me quiver in delight. I felt his thick tongue stretching my tender tissues as he pushed it farther in, reaching for my flaring rim and the deep groove behind. His tongue caressed all of the nerve endings inside my hood, working around the corona, tracing its contours.
Now he pulled my skin back until it rested in a thick, fleshy collar in the groove, and I felt his hot breath on my cock as his teeth lightly scraped the broad upper surface of my glans, making me gasp and shudder. His tongue-tip flicked against my teardrop hole and he ran the skin up over the head again. Using his fingertips, he rotated my foreskin several times over the head, then pushed it back to expose it. “Man, you’re head’s really hot now, Jack. It’s turned darker, and the back of the rim’s almost black.” I knew he was right, as my distended glans was filled with so much blood I could feel the pressure. His tongue flicked around my corona, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my prick. I knew I was close.
“You told me how you like to strip the skin back so you can watch the glans when you come. Now that I’m here we can both watch it,” he continued. He pulled back hard on my shaft skin, stretching the nerve endings and heightening my arousal. “Do you shoot or dribble?” he asked. “I think you told me once but I forgot.”
“I usually don’t shoot, unless I’m really excited. Most of the time, the come dribbles out of me and rolls down my glans.” I got the words out between heavy breaths.
“Maybe this time I’ll make you shoot hard,” he said as he laid a towel over my chest and stomach. “Will your eyes stay open to see?”
“Not a chance if it’s really intense,” I murmured through clenched teeth because the sensations now were really reaching me. Jon stroked my naked glans lightly with his fingertips as he bumped the flaring ridge with the thick foreskin collar. Now he pulled back hard again and I felt my foreskin’s nerve endings stretch deliciously. I stared fixedly at my engorged glans, knowing that it would begin gushing any second. Jon’s warm fingers continued to clamp my tightly stretched foreskin while the fingertips of his other hand caressed the glans, and I felt the heavy pounding begin deep in my cock-root. My eyes closed as I withdrew into myself, and I cried out helplessly as the first jet of hot lava burned its way up my prick. I felt weightless, floating aimlessly, as my entire being extruded through my penis. My shaft and glans throbbed with each contraction, and my body shuddered on the bed. More hot spasms tortured me deliciously, and I drained myself into Jon’s hands and onto the towel.
I opened my eyes slowly to see Jon’s face above me. His hands and stopped moving on my penis, and now I felt it lying tranquilly on the towel covering my stomach. He’d pulled the hood to cover the head and protect it from touching the rough cloth. “You shot at least ten inches,” he said. “I saw it. Too bad you missed the show, but you were really out of it.” He leaned forward to kiss me tenderly on my lips. I kissed him back passionately, because of the intense pleasure he’d just given me.
“That was wonderful. You really gave me a hot one. I’m very happy and relaxed,” I said. Then I said something to him I’d never said to another man: “Darling.” Jon hugged me tightly and we relaxed, ready for sleep. We dozed for awhile, then I felt him snuggle against me. I reached between us to grasp the end of his foreskin and began tugging gently. I knew the tension on the skin and gentle friction against his glans would arouse him quickly.
His eyes opened and I changed my style, twisting his foreskin over the rapidly swelling head. My other hand cupped his balls gently.
“Your turn, Jon, and this time we’ll take it nice and easy,” I said. “I want to make sure you enjoy the ride.” I began tapping his now erect glans through the enveloping skin. I tapped his corona, worked on the broad upper surface, then forward to the front dome, tapping with my fingertip to hit his nerve endings. Then I worked down to the twin lobes underneath, where both sides of his flaring corona met in a weld line. I felt his cock throb each time I tapped this spot, perhaps because some of the concussion spread to his gee-string as well.
Jon had taken the towel, wet with my juice, off me and I had to find another to spread on his stomach. I laid the end of the towel against the base of his prick, then moved around so that my head was between his thighs. Still tapping his glans, I lightly licked at the blond hairs covering his scrotum. I felt his fingers wrap around my prick, and I knew he was becoming very aroused. As I’d dropped my load just before, I had no concern that my efforts with him would be interrupted by an orgasm.
I kept lapping at his scrotal hairs while I slipped my index finger into his foreskin’s orifice. I tickled his meatus, then worked my fingers farther back. My fingertip followed the contours of his shapely helmet as it traced the outline of his corona. “Good thing you bite your nails,” he said to me as he felt my probing under his foreskin.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to scratch your glans,” I replied as my fingertip worked under his glans to strum his gee-string. I felt his body jump, and I knew I’d hit a really hot spot. I retraced the route, following his corona, but this time dipping into the deep groove behind it. I felt his body tense against mine because the waves of sensations were building up despite his best efforts to relax. Now it was time for a change of pace. My tongue traced his urethra up the length of his penis, finally reaching the end where I found the opening of his foreskin. I tasted the slippery, salty ooze, and pushed my tongue tip into the tender tissues, probing for his meatus. I found it immediately, tickling it insistently to make Jon gasp. The delicious taste of clean, wet glans and foreskin almost overwhelmed me, and I swallowed eagerly. I insinuated my tongue tip farther back to find his corona, my sensitive tongue feeling the smoothness of his glans and inner foreskin. At the ridge, I pushed my tongue slightly farther, and felt the slight roughness of the buds of sensation that studded the back face of his corona.
“You’re makin’ my glans tingle,” he groaned. I wanted him to enjoy a variety of sensations, all tantalizingly insufficient, before I made him come. I planned to use a variety of techniques on him before I brought forth his orgasm. It was time for another change of pace.
I pulled his foreskin back far enough to lock behind the prominent twin lobes under his glans. This bared the dome, parted by his beautiful teardrop slit, remarkably like mine. His cock-eye was weeping copious tears, and I spread these in small circles around the gaping slit with my fingertip. Jon sighed deeply at the sensation, and I felt his cock throb. His hand tightened on mine.
“Wow, that feels gooood!” he whispered as I teased his penis with sensations. I retracted his foreskin farther, so that only the ridge on top was yet covered, and worked my fingertip around the body of his glans. Jon quivered as my fingertip moved around his hot smooth tip, stroking all the nerve endings. Now I pulled back hard on his skin and saw the front of his glans dip down towards his balls, the top surface of the head becoming very shiny at being stretched so much.
His corona and groove were bare to my touch, and I slipped my index finger into his groove, working around to the underside, touching his frenulum, then reversing course and returning to the top flare. Then I worked down the other side until I reached his frenulum, but this time I did something different. I flicked his gee-string a couple of times, then ran my fingertip up the triangle to the weld line, following it to his teardrop shaped meatus. I stroked it side to side, fingertip caressing the lubricated lips, until Jon’s groans filled the room.
His loud “HAH-HAH-HAHs” were music to my ears as I kept stimulating his delicate buds of sensation. I knew I could start his orgasm blasting uncontrollably with a couple of quick twists of my fist around his naked glans, but I held off. I was in no hurry to make him come, but I wanted him to enjoy the long moments of anticipation as I slowly brought him to the brink. I worked my fingertip lightly around the body of his glans, slowly approaching the hot hard corona, dark with blood.
I felt Jon’s finger slip inside my hood, and thought to myself that it was lucky for me his fingernails were also short, whether by clipping, filing, or biting. His rough fingerprint ridges caressed my nerve endings, but I was still relatively relaxed from my orgasm, and not even close to release. Jon was, though, and I felt the tension build in his body as I continued to caress his tip. Now I changed the pace again. I pushed his foreskin fully forward to cover the sensitive head completely, and grasped the end of his prick between my palms. Moving them slowly in opposite directions, I twisted the long foreskin over the swollen head, stretching the nerve endings in his foreskin and frenulum.
The new sensations were a shock to him. At first he got very quiet, but then began to moan even more loudly as the sensations built in his prick. It was easy to imagine the tickling feeling in his glans as the foreskin twisted around it, and the sideways tugging on his frenulum turning his tickle into a hot tingle. He was flat on the bed, but his back arched as he cried out with the moment of release. His hips thrust up and his cock slid through my palms as he reached for the maximum sensations, and the first hot blast of cream shot upward through his foreskin and landed on the towel.
Jon was howling now, face contorted and eyes screwed shut, caught up in the frenzy of orgasm, and his prick throbbed hard between my hands as I kept twisting his foreskin. He thrust hard, freeing the end of his glans. Another hot jet erupted and landed a foot away on the towel, followed by another, unobstructed by the puckered foreskin. Fascinated, I watched him blow another load as his prick throbbed hard in my hands and his helpless cries of passion continued. He eventually subsided, and I felt him relax as I released his prick, pulling the hood forward to protect the tender head before I let his penis down onto the rough towel. I saw him open his eyes and I leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then his earlobes, eyebrows, cheeks, chin, and finally his lips. His arms wound around me as he pulled me close and hugged me.
His breath in my ear thrilled me. I felt his hairy chest pressed hard against mine, and I felt his heart pounding. He slid a hand between us to squeeze my penis gently.
“Feel like a shower?” he asked, punctuating his words with another squeeze. “I know I’d love to do it again.”
“I’d really enjoy it with you,” I replied. “Let’s get in there until we run out of hot water.” We arose and trooped into the bathroom, where we got under the shower’s hot stream. Jon stripped my skin back and ran his fingers around the glans, following its curves and sending thrills into my body as the accumulated fluids rinsed away. Suddenly he was on his knees in front of me, a heavy stream of water running from my body into his thick blond hair as his mouth hungrily engulfed my dick. His lips locked around the base as his tongue worked magic with my glans and retracted foreskin. I felt my prick swell and harden as I bent over to try to reach him.
Twisting my body, I was able to reach his crotch, grasping his prick firmly to skin it back. I put another hand under his armpit to urge him upright, and when he stood I hugged him to me, trapping our pricks between our bodies. When I let go, I worked my fingers carefully around the sexy contours of his beautiful naked glans, wiping away the secretions, then dropped to me knees to taste his delicious man-meat. He was slow to harden this time, as I’d drained him explosively only a couple of minutes earlier, but gradually the blood flowed into his swelling rod, filling out the glans and making the rim flare. I eagerly worked my tongue around the attractive helmet, tracing his corona, lapping at his frenulum, and probing his pouting meatus. I felt him pull me up, and saw him with the sponge in his hand. “We’d better wash up before the hot water runs out,” he said. Then we can do a hot “69” together.” Minutes later we were in the classic position on my bed, and I was stabilizing his cock with my right hand as I tongued his foreskin opening, probing for the weeping cock-eye inside. Jon’s tongue was already deep inside my foreskin, its rough surface caressing the broad topside of my glans.
I was relishing the meaty taste of his freshly washed cock, and enjoying the viscous and salty fluid oozing onto my tongue from his distended meatus. Despite our previous exercises, this was supremely arousing for us both, and our cocks had come to full hardness within seconds. I felt Jon’s fingers wrap firmly around my shaft and draw the long foreskin all the way back off the head. His lips advanced along the length of my cock-head, engulfing the high flaring corona, and locked into the groove behind it. I felt a roughness on the underside of my glans as it slid over the striations in his hard palate.
Now I began to strip his glans bare, working my lips along it to follow the receding end of his foreskin. My lips rode over his twin lobes, his gee-string, and finally over his shapely ridge, clinging to its contours. My tongue probed his meatus, his lubricant blending with my saliva to lubricate his tip. Before my staring eyes, I saw his scrotum contract with excitement, drawing his orbs tightly against his body. I felt his fingers gently cupping my tight sac, kneading it gently to palpate the balls within. Now I had his naked glans in front of me, and I tongued it lightly, caressing the hardened surface, delicately lapping all of the nerve endings. I tasted the smooth surface of the front dome and the broad upper part leading to the flare, then worked my tongue tip behind the rim. I felt the back face of his ridge, studded with sensitive nerve endings, working around its circumference down to the gee-string. I pulled back hard on his shaft skin, tensing the frenulum and making his beautiful cock-head dip down towards his balls as he cried out in delight. Now I worked my tongue tip up the other side, behind the rim and filling the deep groove between the flare and the tightly-stretched foreskin. The salty taste of his hot flesh made my tongue tingle, and I jiggled my tongue against the sensitive nerve endings.
I felt his urgency was greater than mine, and I clamped my fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly to constrict the veins and engorge his shaft and head. The response was quick, and his hot glans enlarged and hardened within my mouth, glassy smooth with desire. I felt him remove his lips from my turgid prick as he began speaking:
“I guess you want me to come first,” he said. “I’d better remove my mouth, ‘cause I might bite you when I come.” He began stroking my prick slowly, fingers sliding over my wet and slippery skin and head. He’d left my hood behind the corona, giving him full access to my big purple tip. I began sucking hard on his glans, working my lips back and forth along its length, teeth lightly scraping his exposed nerve endings. On the in stroke, I felt his glans brush my hard palate and fill the back of my throat as I caressed his corona and sulcus with my lips. My lips felt the tiny buds of sensation that studded the back face of his corona, and he groaned loudly. Jon’s breathing had deepened and I felt the tension rising in his body. I knew he’d be exploding within seconds now, and I slowed my efforts to prolong his anticipation. His body tightened as he strained to reach the orgasm, but I wasn’t ready to let him have it yet. I worked my lips slowly along the length of his beautifully tapered cock-head, tracing every curve, every contour, to hit every nerve ending. Jon was gripping my penis urgently, as if stroking it would bring his climax sooner, and I felt the tension build in my body despite my efforts to relax. His fingertip touches produced a light tickle in my glans, and I sucked harder on his engorged tip, ready to send him hurtling over the edge. I felt his fist tighten on my shaft as his fingertips danced over my hard glans, and the tickle changed into a hot tingle as hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my engorged glans. Suddenly, we both exploded, helplessly tumbling down into the precipice. His glans throbbed hard against my tongue and palate as a thick viscous jet slammed against the back of my throat. The hot tingle in my glans turned white-hot and I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin in my cock-root. The first gush of hot lava burned its way up my urethra and I felt Jon’s lips close over the end of my glans, the heavy suction drawing my juice from me. We stayed this way for what seemed a long time, shooting together, filling each other’s mouths with our jets. I swallowed again and again. Time seemed to stop, and we floated in the nether world of orgasm. When it ended, I milked the last drops from his prick, running my finger up along the tube underneath, and he did the same to mine, not wanting to waste a drop. We hugged each other, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The end
