Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 10:45:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Evening with Charlie, Adult Friends, 1/1

An Evening With Charlie
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

      I'd met Charlie over 20 years ago through Phil,
a mutual friend, and it didn't take long for us to
decide we had similar tastes. We were exactly the same
age, 39, and fairly experienced in sexual matters.
That was why we'd met as part of a loose network of
guys who shared the same outlook and preferences,
specifically, that mutual jacking and other forms of
play were preferable to many other types of sexual
expression. In those relatively carefree days, I had
not yet heard the expression "safe sex," and merely
did a lot of solo and mutual jacking just because I
enjoyed it more than almost anything else. That didn't
mean that I was totally constricted in my sexual
tastes; I occasionally tried other things for variety.
      Charlie welcomed me when I rang his bell, and
ushered me into the living room, where he offered me a
beer. Like me, he was an avid beer drinker, and soon
we were enjoying the brew and discussing our mutual
friends. He sat next to me on the couch, and I felt
the warmth of his thigh through the fabric of our
clothing. It wasn't long before we had conspicuous
bulges running down our pants legs. "Looks like you're
as ready as I am," he remarked. I nodded, and he led
me into the bedroom, where we doffed our clothes.
      I saw that Charlie and I had similar builds,
medium, and we were both about six feet. He wore his
hair in a crew cut, which contrasted with my brushed
back look. Charlie's cock was circumcised, with a pink
bell-shaped head in front of a thick, jagged scar
ring. Bell-shaped cock-heads are less common than
mushrooms and helmets, and are very attractive because
of their symmetry. The bell shape begins with a big
rounded dome at the front, just like my helmet.
Instead of tapering out, the bell-shaped head
continues straight back to a high flaring ridge that
comes almost straight down to meet in a weld line
underneath. The helmet's ridge, by comparison, sweeps
forward at about 45 degrees under the cock. Like mine,
Charlie's cock-head had a large, teardrop shaped come
hole, and it looked very sexy.
      Charlie was staring hungrily at my thick uncut
cock, with its fleshy hood tapering over the bulging
glans and forming a long nipple in front of it. I
reacted to his stare, my cock-head swelling under its
thick covering.
      "Phil told me they didn't do you," he said,
obviously referring to my uncut state. "I always
envied guys who had their hoods. Mine was cut off when
I had my tonsils out at five. The doctor wanted to
collect a few extra dollars, I guess." He sighed and
continued: "Sometimes, I put on a condom, close my
eyes, and pretend it's a foreskin, but I always know
it isn't."
      Now we were only a couple of feet apart, and
Charlie reached for my prick, grasping it by the
nipple. He rolled it back and forth between his
fingers, and the tickling feeling this produced in my
glans gave me a full erection. His cock was swelling
too, even though I hadn't yet touched it.
      We lay on the bed in a "69" position, which gave
us a full view of each other's equipment. We each had
slightly less than seven inches, which would change in
later years as fat pads built up over our pubic bones.
He grasped my prick in his fist, steadying it while he
inspected it closely. I felt Charlie's tongue probe
into my foreskin nipple, then insinuate itself farther
to touch the orifice. The warm contact of his tongue
against my swollen glans made me shudder, and I felt a
drop of fluid begin to crawl up my urethra. He took
his mouth away momentarily to say;
      "Yours has a real nice, clean man smell. I just
love that smell."
      "You like the odor, right?"
      "Oh yes I do. I even like a cock that hasn't
been washed for a couple of days. There aren't many of
them around nowadays. Most natural guys are so scared
to be thought unclean that they wash religiously every
day, some even several times a day."
      "I know a guy like that," I said. "He was so
obsessed about his foreskin odor that he soaped it
several times a day. The soap only irritated his prick
and he eventually got himself circumcised." Charlie
replied:
      "I'm sorry to hear that. That poor guy was
brainwashed. I wish I'd known him before he got
himself chopped. I think I would have convinced him
that smegma is attractive."
      "Did you ever know a guy who didn't wash much?"
      "Oh, about ten years ago. I met this guy who was
really charming, and when we stripped down I saw he
had a long thick foreskin, a lot like yours, covering
a big fat mushroom that made a hot looking bulge in
his skin. I smelled him from several feet away, and I
wanted his dick pronto! I skinned him back, and saw
that he had a nice film of white stuff on his
mushroom. He was embarrassed, and told me that he'd go
into the bathroom to clean himself, but I held on to
his dick and told him I'd do it for him."
      "Did you wash him, you mean?"
      "No, not washing in the conventional sense. I
cleaned his dick, all right, but I did it with my
tongue, a tongue bath. I got him on the bed and by
this time he was hard. His foreskin was like yours- it
covered that fat mushroom even when it was fully hard.
I slowly skinned him back and licked the cheese from
his cock-head. I worked my tongue all around it,
hitting the groove behind his fat rim, and then I held
his cock up so that I could get at the underside,
where his gee-string attached in the vee-groove. There
were a lot of wrinkles there, but I worked my tongue
into every one, and licked him clean."
      "He must have liked that," I said.
      "He really did! Then I pulled back hard on the
skin to get the wrinkles out of his foreskin. I
stretched it back real tight, and that made his
mushroom dip because it pulled down on his thick
gee-string. When I had his foreskin tightly stretched
it was one smooth tube of skin behind his cock-head,
and I tongued all around it. I licked every last trace
of smeg from that smooth surface, and then I let his
skin go forward again. After that, we did "69" until
we came."
      "Well, let's get into it now. I'd like to make
your prick explode."
      "I want to make your cock shoot too." I moved
forward to taste Charlie's prick.
      Charlie's prick smelled and tasted bland,
typical of the circumcised version. A slight male odor
wafted up from his balls, and I inhaled this, enjoying
the aroma as I licked the broad upper surface of his
bell-shaped head with my tongue. I took the head
completely in my mouth, sucking hard to give him a
good sensation. I held the base of his prick in my
hand and squeezed hard, slowing the return flow of
blood and making the head swell even more. I removed
my mouth to look at it.
      I saw that a drop of clear fluid had filled
Charlie's teardrop. I delicately picked up his cock by
its big, bulging glans and licked off the drop,
enjoying its thick viscosity and salty taste, knowing
that by now he was tasting mine. Then I ran my tongue
around his flaring rim, following it down to the seam
under the head.
      I felt Charlie tug gently on my hood, retracting
it step by step, a fraction of an inch at a time,
which felt very good. I was glad that Charlie knew
that skinning it back stage by stage was the sexiest
way to do it, because of the slow and repeated
stretches on the sensitive serve endings. The long
hood slid back over the well-lubricated cock-head, and
when Charlie gave a final tug, it rode over my high
ridge and snapped down into the deep groove behind the
head.
      "Hey, you've got a teardrop at the end just like
me," he exclaimed. "You've got a really nice
cock-head, and I'll enjoy sucking it." His warm lips
wrapped around my turgid glans, and I felt his tongue
probe at my teardrop, then drop underneath to explore
the triangular groove under the head. The tip of his
tongue worked its way up behind my ridge, caressing
the groove and the roll of foreskin that lay within
it. He spoke again:
      "I'd sure love to feel that long foreskin of
yours wrapped around my cock-head," he said, "but your
tip's so big mine wouldn't fit underneath."
      "Well, one way we could do it is that you make
me come first, then my prick'll go soft and you'll
have room to work the head in," I suggested. "I'm
almost there, anyway, with the tongue action you've
been giving me." Charlie responded by giving my prick
a few quick pumps, pulling my foreskin up over the
head, then stripping it back behind the groove.
      He locked the fingers of his other hand at the
base of my shaft, and I felt my cock-tip swelling even
more, becoming warmer and more sensitive. The rhythmic
compression of the nerve endings in my rim gave me a
tingly feeling, and I knew I'd be coming within
seconds. My cock-root throbbed, and I felt a surge of
lubricant crawling up my tube, then Charlie wrapped
his warm lips around the head and sucked the thick
lube right out of me.
      With his lips on the front of my swollen glans,
he pumped my foreskin hard against the ridge, crushing
the nerve endings, and I felt myself going over the
edge. I was helpless in Charlie's hands as he brought
my prick to coming, and the first hot jet rushed up my
tube and into his mouth. I let go of his prick, unable
to think of anything except the overwhelmingly
beautiful sensations in my throbbing cock, and I cried
out helplessly as the orgasm paralyzed my mind.
      My helmet felt hot, Charlie's mouth felt hot,
and each gush of cream was hot enough to give me a
burning feeling as it rushed toward the tip. I felt
Charlie sucking hard on my tip, drawing each drop out,
and my cock-root convulsed again as I shot another
gush. After a few more spasms, it was over, and I felt
my body relax. My tip was extremely sensitive, and I
pulled away from Charlie's mouth. Charlie had
swallowed every drop.
      As I returned to normal, my prick began
deflating, and Charlie grasped my foreskin and pulled
its opening wide. Satisfied that he could fit his
large, shapely head inside, he shifted position on the
bed until our cocks were literally tip to tip. He
stretched the opening of my hood again, and slowly
slid the dome of his bell inside it. There was now
plenty of room, and I felt his glans slide easily
farther inside, well lubricated by my cream. Now he
clamped his fingers around the end of my foreskin,
locking it into the groove behind his ridge.
      I didn't have my own excitement to distract me,
and I concentrated on the sensations of another man's
cock-head inside my hood. Charlie's tip stretched my
foreskin, and it felt very warm against my glans. He
began thrusting slowly, gently, and I savored every
sensation, every subtle feeling, as I felt his swollen
bell-head sliding inside my foreskin. I clamped my
fingers around the base of his cock again to make him
swell even more, and heard him sigh.
      I was looking right into his eyes as they
closed, and I knew he was on the brink. I could almost
feel him withdrawing deep inside himself as the
sensations rose in his cock-tip, and he began sliding
down the sharp slope towards the brink. Suddenly, I
felt his glans throb hard against mine, and a hot gush
erupted from the hole and spread all over my helmet,
mixing with the residue of my discharge. Another jet
filled my foreskin, and I felt it wash over my glans,
seeping back to my ridge. Another load erupted from
Charlie's tip, this time filling the groove behind my
rim.
      Charlie groaned in delight, and I felt his body
shudder against mine, as the orgasm transported him to
the pinnacle of sensation. I knew that this time, it
was as much psychological as physical, because he was
having his climax inside a warm, living foreskin, not
an inert and inanimate condom. Charlie gasped, his
chest heaved, and another gush erupted from his hot
bell-shaped tip onto mine. It was weaker than before,
and I felt his orgasm slow as his glans throbbed
against mine.
      Now it was over, and his cock began to shrivel,
and I saw thick ropes of cream seep from under my
hood, running onto the bed be
cause we'd forgotten to spread a towel. However,
Charlie got up, and I helped him strip the bed and put
on a new bottom sheet.

The End