Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2005 15:14:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Another Foreskin Fantasy

Another Foreskin Fantasy
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

It was time for another fantasy, so I got my paper
towels and lube and lay back in my recliner. I enjoyed
fantasizing about guys I met on the Club Stroke Chat,
because some are very congenial people and I'd found
them very attractive. This time my fantasy was to be
about "Ernest," with whom I'd cyber-jacked after
finding out we both had foreskins. Then came the
surprise. He was the same "Ernest" I'd known in
freshman high school almost 50 years ago, and now he
lived only a couple of miles from me.
He'd invited me over, and after I'd arrived we'd
disrobed and jumped into his hot tub. For the next
half-hour, we talked over old times, students and
teachers we'd known, until we felt over-heated, and
had to come out of the tub. As we dried ourselves, I
noted that the hot water had made our pricks and balls
relax as much as they ever would. My balls hung down
lower than usual, but still fairly tight against my
body. Ernest had real "low-hangers," at least two
inches below the end of his prick.
Our cocks were of different shapes. I saw Ernest's
eyes fix on my swinging shaft, and the prominent
outline of my big helmet that showed through the thick
covering. Ernest's prick was as I remembered it from
the locker room, a tapered worm, uninterrupted by any
glans outline, ending in a tight pucker. It taped
somewhat from a thick base, a smooth white worm that I
wanted to caress to watch the reaction.
Ernest reached out to roll the nipple of my foreskin
between two fingers. I took the puckered end of his
worm between two fingers and stretched it out, pulling
until I could barely see his ridge through the
thinning sleeve. We sat on his bed, fingers working
each other's cocks, enjoying the mutual exploration. I
grasped his hard shaft with my left hand and pushed
back his foreskin with my right, watching the wrinkles
smooth out and the narrow red head slowly appear. The
slit in front was half an inch long, its lips already
parted by a large drop of clear fluid. His cock-head
tapered back to a thin ridge that was almost flat on
the shaft, with almost no groove behind it to hold the
foreskin. I inhaled the odor of moist glans and
foreskin that wafted up from his prick, holding the
hood tightly back to keep it from slipping forward to
cover the jewel..
Fully retracted, his hood formed a thick collar that
loomed over the base of the glans, ready to engulf it.
I lifted his cock to inspect the underside and saw a
thick gee-string connecting his foreskin to the narrow
groove under the head. It was thick and tight, pulling
his foreskin forward whenever I let go. Ernest skinned
my hardening prick back, pushing my thick hood over
the flaring ridge until it snapped into the deep
groove behind.
"That's nice. Your skin locks behind the ridge. Mine
doesn't, because I have a small ridge, and the skin
goes forward unless I hold it back." I could see what
he meant, because even now, with his prick inflated to
full six and a half-inch hardness, the foreskin slid
forward to cover the slender tapered red head. I
pulled it back again to let me pinch the gee-string,
and this made him gasp. Another drop of clear fluid
parted the lips of his slit, and I spread the lube in
small circles around the slit.
My prick was at full six-inch erection, the big purple
helmet shiny in the soft room light. Ernest rolled my
hood forward over the flaring ridge, pulling until it
covered the bulging helmet and formed a pucker in
front. I compared my straight thick shaft with his,
which had a slight upward curve that gave it an
elegant look. We moved our hips closer, facing each
other, until we could touch the ends of our stiff
pricks together. His hot slippery glans pressed
against mine, and I saw him shudder.
"I need to cum. I really need to cum right now," he
said, his hot pleading eyes boring into mine. I could
see why, as the pre-cum overflowed from his prick,
spilling out the front of his foreskin to run down his
shaft. I gently pushed him on to his back, reassuring
him:
"Don't worry, Ernest, I'm going to make you cum. I'll
give you a really hot cum in a minute." I began to
roll the end of his foreskin-covered prick between my
palms, using the stroke I'd learned years ago, to
twist his hood over the head. I knew this would also
stretch his tight gee-string, making the nerve endings
sing until he exploded in orgasm.
I watched his balls tighten against his body as I
rolled his prick, feeling the hardness through the
skin as I twisted it in opposite directions. He began
gasping, "HAH-HAH-HAH" with each twist, and I knew the
sensations were reaching him. His prick was
overflowing with lube, and this ran over my hands,
making my grip slippery. I stopped for a moment to
reach for some tissues to sop up the clear fluid.
Ernest looked at me. He opened his mouth to speak just
when I yanked his hood back hard, stretching the
zillions of receptors in his sensitive tissues, but
not a word came. The sudden jolt of sensations from
his shaft skin, gee-string, and his cock-head produced
a sensory overload that paralyzed his thought process.
I saw the head of his prick dipping toward his balls,
tugged down by the tightly stretched gee-string.
"Don't worry. I'll start again in just a sec. Just
focus on that beautiful prick of yours. I just hope I
don't blast off while I'm doing you." Watching and
feeling his rise toward orgasm had made me so hot that
my prick head was drooling lube onto the sheet. I
wiped his overflowing cock and resumed rolling his
prick-end, moving my palms in opposite directions,
then back, keeping up the maddening twisting motion
that was driving him wild.
Now his "HAH-HAH-HAH" was louder, and his head began
to rock from side to side. I watched his eyes close as
I stepped up the pace, twisting harder and faster,
driving him to the explosion. His cock was rock-hard
between my palms, and his face turned red as he neared
the abyss. I felt the powerful pulse in his prick as
Ernest yelled:
"HHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" and exploded in
orgasm. A hot white jet shot upward from his straining
prick to fall back onto his stomach. His hips thrust
upward as his rigid cock throbbed again, sending
another white torrent upward. The jets exploded
through his foreskin as I felt his hot prick pulse
underneath, and Ernest cried out in pure joy at the
intense sensations that filled him.
Now his hips thrust upward again, and his foreskin
rolled back between my palms, forcing his naked,
blood-red tip through my fingers. The sudden shock of
my rough skin against his tender glans made him scream
in agonized ecstasy as his prick pulsed again. I saw
the jet shoot from his slit, parting the lips as it
gushed out to arc in the air. I twisted a fist around
his now bared tip, knowing that the sensations would
be almost unbearable, and watch his body shudder
wildly. He shot two more jets, then relaxed. I stopped
stroking him, lightly clasping his cock to feel the
fading pulses of a dying orgasm.
Miraculously, I hadn't shot off during this scene, but
was ready for orgasm, because my hot hard helmet was
dark purple and drooling lube through its teardrop
shaped orifice. Ernest opened his eyes, stared at me
for a second, and then eased himself up to kiss me on
the forehead. He then kissed me on each cheek, and
said:
"Your turn. I want to make you cum the way you did
me." I let him push me down on the bed, and watched
him steady my shaft with his left hand as his right
picked up some of the cream from his abdomen. His
cream mixed with my pre-cum as he began stroking my
swollen helmet with his fingertips.
"I hope your tip's as tender as mine," he said.
"Mine's really sensitive, and I can hardly stand it
when someone does this to me." I nodded, and he
continued stroking me, fingertips lightly dancing over
the contours of my shiny purple helmet. One finger
traced small circles around my hole.
"You've got a beautiful slit," he said. "Looks like a
teardrop now that the head's all swollen." His fingers
swept down my head to the ridge, worked around it,
then into the deep groove behind. His left fist pulled
back hard on my shaft to clear the roll of foreskin
from my groove, leaving the way clear for him to touch
me in places that had rarely been touched before. His
hot fingertips caressed my groove, and the sensitive
back face of my ridge, hitting the tiny buds that
housed the sensitive receptors.
I was flat on my back, utterly helpless in his hands,
and I felt the express-train rush toward orgasm begin.
My breathing was ragged, and I heard myself going
"AH-HAH-HAH" as sensations drove deep into my swollen
helmet. I tried to relax, but the drive to orgasm was
relentless, and I felt my body tense, then begin to
shudder as the sensations became uncontrollable. My
eyes closed involuntarily, and my prick felt so
swollen that it seemed about to burst.
The head's hot and hard now, really swollen," he said.
"The color's darker purple, too." Ernest's fingers
stroked my sensitive head, sweeping around the ridge,
then caressing the broad upper surface before
descending to the triangular groove under the head. He
pressed a fingertip into my hot spot, then wrapped his
fingers around the slippery head and twisted hard. My
crotch convulsed, and a cry of agonized bliss escaped
my lips and the heavy pounding of orgasm began. I felt
the first burning hot jet shoot up my prick, burning
the tender lining as it went. The fluid made a sharp
tickling sensation as it rounded the upward curve
inside the helmet, then gushed from my teardrop. My
eyes were closed, so I didn't see it shoot. There was
no time to think about it, anyway, because the next
convulsion overwhelmed me, and another hot gush
erupted.
Ernest's rough fingers ruthlessly twisted around the
sensitive head of my cock, torturing the nerve
endings, as I cried out helplessly. My prick pulsed
again and again, mindlessly dedicated to spewing out
load after load, while I was a mere passenger on the
wild ride. I cried out "Ernie, Ernie," as the last
convulsions contracted my cock-root.
I felt Ernest stop stroking me, and enjoyed the slow
drool of hot semen as the residue crawled up my tube
to roll out the hole and down my shaft. My body
relaxed, and I felt blissful and fulfilled. Now fully
awake and aware, I saw the paper towels I'd laid on my
stomach wet with cum, as I'd shot another hot,
fulfilling load during my fantasy.

The End