Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 10:22:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Birthday for Roger, Part 1

Birthday for Roger
Part 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	It was a typical Hollywood party, I guessed. I'd
never been to one before, and had only attended this
one because the manager of the local branch of my
company was into big parties. The air was filled with
loud conversation, and smoke from regular cigarettes
and the illegal kind that to me always smelled like
burning leaves.
	Roger and I gravitated towards each other because
almost everyone else was younger than we were, and
soon we were out on the patio smoking regular
cigarettes.
	"Tomorrow's my birthday," he said with an air of
sadness.
	"Were you born in 1940?" I asked.
	"Yes, I was! How did you guess?" He replied.
	"Roger was the most common name for boys born that
year," I answered. "I just made a lucky guess,
really."
	"Yeah, and I'm glad my name is Roger," he continued.
"So many of the guys here have names like Jason,
Justin, Kyle, Bruce, Brad, Sean, Tyler, Mark, and
Trent."
	"I'm glad my name's Jack," I said. "John, really, but
I like Jack better. I don't like the modern names at
all. Anyway, what are you doing for your birthday?"
	"Nothing, really. I don't have any family, and I'm
single, so I'll spend it alone."
	"I'm alone too, although my birthday's not for a
couple of months. I'm just out here on business, and
don't know anybody except company people. You
shouldn't be alone on your birthday."
	"Well, then, come on over to my place. We don't seem
to fit in here anyway, since we're older than most. We
don't even have to say goodbye, since I'm sure they
won't miss us." I followed him to the street and found
he was parked only a few cars ahead of me. It was only
a few minutes to his house, and I pulled into the
driveway next to him.
	"Want another drink?" he asked once we were inside.
	"Not really. I've had enough for tonight."
	"I've got a hot tub on my patio," he said, leading me
outside.
	"I don't have a bathing suit," I said, wondering if
events were going to take their logical course.
	"We don't need them. See that high fence? Nobody'll
see us going in nude." He began removing his clothing
right then, casually dropping them on a patio chair. I
began stripping, comfortable in the hot summer night.
Roger was slightly shorter than my six feet, with a
chunky build and a round face that contrasted with my
long countenance. We stood facing each other and our
eyes dropped to each other's crotches.
	"Only about half the boys were getting cut when we
were born," he said. "We were among the lucky half." I
saw that Roger's prick was a lot like mine, about
average in length, the bulge and rim of the head
showing clearly through the long pendulous foreskin.
	"You're right about that," I said. "My foreskin's
nice to play with, and it keeps the head moist and
sensitive." He stepped down into the hot tub and I
spoke and I followed, sitting close to him. Roger
moved closer to me, and when I felt his thigh against
mine I didn't move away.
	"I play with mine a lot, since I live alone. I guess
you do too." His thigh pressed harder against mine and
I returned the pressure, glad of his company on what
had been becoming a frustrating and lonely evening in
a strange crowd.
	"You're right about that," I said, resting a hand on
his thigh. I knew I was getting the right signals and
that he'd welcome my touching him.
	"Mind if I play with yours a little?" he asked. I
felt his hand slide along my thigh under the bubbling
water, feeling for my prick. His fingertips brushed
the tip of my foreskin nipple, and I felt a delicious
light tingle at his touch.
	"No, I don't mind," I whispered. "Your touching me
feels really good." I moved my hand and bumped lightly
against his prick, grasping the end of his foreskin
and rolling the nipple lightly between two fingers.
	"You really know how to handle a cock," he said.
"Some guys are too rough." I felt my prick beginning
to swell as he spoke.
	"Those are the cut guys," I said. "They don't know
how sensitive an intact prick is."
	"Women too," he added. "My ex-wife was that way. All
her previous boyfriends had been cut, and she was
really rough with my dick at first. I had to tell her
it was really sensitive."
	"I was married too," I said. "I had the same problem
with my wife. Her ex had been cut, and she was used to
handling a prick that wasn't very sensitive. She
squeezed too hard, and then she yanked my foreskin
back hard so she could see the head. That stung." I
felt Roger's prick filling out, the head pressing
against my fingertips that still held the end of his
foreskin.
	"I like jacking off, but it's not as good doing it
alone." Roger was squeezing my glans through the
foreskin, making my cock-root throb, and my prick was
also swelling.
	"You've got the perfect touch for this," I said. "I
know you can feel what you're doing to me."
	"I can feel the head of your dick swelling," he said.
"It's got a nice shape. I can feel the rim at the
back." His fingers shifted slightly and he was now
grasping my prick just behind the head, gently sliding
the foreskin in easy movements. I grasped his the same
way, feeling the outline of his cock-head through the
skin as I moved it gently.
	"You've got a helmet head just like mine, with the
same flaring rim," I commented. "I like the way it
feels. It's really hard now."
	"Let's get out of the water, Jack. Those bubbles make
it impossible to see what we're doing. I don't know
about you, but I like to watch." He stood slowly as I
released his prick, and I followed him into the house
where he led me to the bathroom. Our erect pricks
swung gracefully as we walked, eyes cast downward,
staring at each other. We grabbed towels and dried
ourselves before going into the bedroom.
	"I like to look at pricks too, especially the
heavy-ended ones like yours. They look so sexy when
those heavy ends swing side to side. Now that I'm
looking at yours, I can see that you've got about six
inches hard, same as me," I said.
	"Yeah, I guess we're both average," he replied. "Your
shaft's got a big vein on the right and the skin still
covers the head even when you're hard, just like
mine."
	"Your shaft curves up a little, and your balls really
hang low."
	"Are yours always tight that way, or is it that
you're really excited?" he asked.
	"Mine are always tight. I never had low hangers. I
bet yours are going to tighten up tonight, though."
	"I'm sure they will," he said as he sat on the edge
of the queen-size bed. I sat beside him and grasped
the end of his prick again, sliding the foreskin
gently in slow sensual movements. His fingers closed
around mine and he said:
	"Your skin's thicker than mine, but I can still see
the shape of the head through it. Can I skin you back
a little? I want to see the front of your head and the
slit."
	"Go ahead. You know how to do it." His fingers
increased their pressure slightly, enough to drag my
foreskin back enough to reveal the front dome of my
glans.
	"Oh, that's nice, really nice," he said. "Your slit
pouts, like a teardrop. That looks so sexy." Now I
began retracting his hood, just enough to bare the
front of the helmet.
	"You've got a long slit, longer than mine," I
observed. A drop of clear fluid parted the lips of his
slit as I spoke.
	"I can feel your rim through the skin. It's nice and
flaring, just like mine, he said." I held his foreskin
back and dipped the index finger of my other hand into
the drop of lubricant, spreading it in small circles
around the front dome and the edge of his foreskin. I
used a light touch, because that was enough to tickle
the sensitive nerve endings. He drew in his breath
sharply.
	"That's nice, that's just perfect," he whispered.
"Happy Birthday, Roger. I'm going to give you the
hottest orgasm you've ever had for your birthday." I
felt his fingers twist my foreskin slightly, just
enough to stretch the nerve endings, and my prick
throbbed in response.
	"I felt that," he said. "I love to feel a guy's dick
throb when I touch it." Now I was insinuating my
fingertip under his lubricated foreskin, slipping it
in along the top side of his helmet, probing for the
corona. More lube seeped from his slit, making the
glans and foreskin very slippery. He shuddered as my
fingertip touched the hard upturned rim, and I slid my
finger sideways to caress the nerve endings.
	"I felt you shudder," I said. "I know your tip's
really sensitive and this is turning you on."
	"Only an uncut guy would know how to do that," he
said. "I'm so glad we're both uncut." His fingers slid
my hood back farther, gently squeezing the rim. I
pulled his foreskin down as well, and now the front
dome and body of his helmet were exposed. The aroma of
wet foreskin and glans filled the air.
	"I love the odor of uncut prick," I said. "Now I'm
going to touch your hot spot." I slid my fingertip
under his glans, into the triangular groove where the
two halves of the corona meet underneath, and felt the
thick gee-string. When I pressed it gently, his prick
throbbed hard under my fingers.
	"That really made my dick jump," he gasped. "You keep
that up and you'll make me come quick."
	"No, I want to make it last for you. I promised you
the hottest orgasm ever, and the longer I take to
build you up, the hotter and harder it's gonna be."
	"Want me to make you come first, then? That way
you'll get relief and I'll get hotter watching and
feeling you come."
	"Okay, then, I'll let go of your prick. I'm sure
you'll stay hot and hard while you're doing me."
Before releasing Roger's prick, I made sure the
foreskin was fully forward to protect the precious
head.
	"Good thing you're letting go, Jack. My dick's gonna
stay hard, don't worry about that. Just doing you
keeps me excited. If you were stroking mine while I'm
making you come, I don't know how I'd hold off
coming."
	"Okay, you're in charge now. Tell me what to do," I
said.
	"You just lie back and let me do the work. I'll get a
towel to catch your come. You shoot or dribble?" I lay
back as he was speaking, and Roger spread a towel over
my stomach.
	"Normally I just dribble, but with your hand on my
prick, I'll probably shoot."
	"I'm the same way," he said as his fingers closed
around my shaft, dragging the foreskin slowly back to
reveal the head. "Usually I dribble when I'm alone,
but this time I know I'll be shooting hard after doing
you." As he lay beside me, I saw that Roger's prick
hadn't softened at all.
	"That feels nice, the way you're just sliding my
foreskin," I said, enjoying the sensations.
	"It's supposed to feel nice, Jack. I think it'll feel
nicer if I give you more lubrication. Your tip's kinda
dry." I saw that Roger's foreskin-encased glans was
drooling lubricant, unlike mine.
	"I've always been a bit dry. You leak a lot more than
I do." He reached for a small plastic bottle on the
bedside table.
	"This is Astroglide. It's got glycerin in it. This'll
make your tip feel warm." He poured a few drops on my
exposed glans, spreading it and working it in by
sliding my foreskin forward.
	"That's what I use too," I said. "I like the feel of
that lube. It's doesn't evaporate, and it's easy to
rinse off." Now Roger drew my foreskin back again,
ever slowly, baring my glistening glans.
	"Your tip's so nice and purple," he said. "I really
like the shape and color too. It looks so sexy." As he
spoke, he pulled my foreskin up to engulf the glans.
	"That feels really good. You do it nice and slow, and
my tip's really sensitive." Now his skilled fingers
dragged my foreskin down again.
	"Your skin just snapped down into the groove behind
your rim. Now I can see the whole rim. Can I pull it
back further? If it doesn't bother you, it'll feel
really good." When I nodded, he exerted traction on my
skin, baring the groove behind my corona.

	"That feels good," I said. "When you do that, you
stretch all the nerve endings."
	"Your helmet looks so sexy," he commented. "Your
rim's big and thick, and it's got a nice flare to it.
Now I can see what a deep groove you've got behind
it." He touched a fingertip of his other hand to the
groove, lightly caressing the nerve endings, and I
suddenly shuddered and gasped with delight.
	"That really hit me, Roger. You know just how to do
it." The sensations built as he ran his finger lightly
around my groove, laid bare by the pulled back
foreskin.
	"I figured you'd be really sensitive there," he said.
"I know I am." His finger traveled down one side of my
flaring corona, until it settled into the triangular
groove where both sides met under the head. When he
pressed in slightly, my entire body tensed.
	"Now I know I hit your sweet spot," he said. His
fingers strummed my gee-string lightly as he was
speaking, and the tension built in my body.
	"You really hit my hot spot, Roger. You know just
what to do, and how to do it," I said. "I know I'm
gonna shoot hard when I shoot my load."
	"That's exactly what I want you to do, Jack. Just
relax and let me bring the orgasm to you." Now his
fingertip traveled up the other side of my corona,
caressing the nerve endings in the rim and the groove.
I looked at his prick, which was still hard, and
noticed his scrotum.
	"It's doing something for you, too," I said. "Your
balls got tighter."
	"Yeah, Jack, doing this to your dick's really priming
my pump."
	"I hope you won't come when I do," I said. "I'd
really like to watch and feel you come when my head's
clear, not when I'm coming."
	"I'm trying to stay relaxed, Jack. By the way, how
are you doing?" His fingertip was now running down the
other side of my corona again, heightening my
excitement.
	"I'm getting close, Roger. I just can't resist. I've
been trying to relax but what you're doing's really
getting me hot."
	"I can see that, Jack. Your helmet feels harder, and
it's gotten darker. I think you're close to the edge."
	"Keep doing that to me, but when you feel me start to
come, pump my foreskin up and down. I'll need that to
keep me going."
	"I hear you, Jack. When I feel your cock throb hard,
I'll stroke your skin. Does your tip get really
sensitive when you're coming?"
	"It really does, Roger. Good thing you asked. When
I've shot a few loads, stop stroking and just hold my
foreskin back hard for the rest of the way."
	"Okay, I'll do that. When I hold your skin back I'll
be able to see that big tip shoot. I really enjoy
that." I was becoming tenser, and knew that I'd be
blasting off any second.
	"If I do the same for you, I'll be able to see the
cream shooting out of your big slit too."
	"I love the way your dick smells. Now that you're hot
you're leaking a little, and that's really sexy."
	"You're getting me so hot..." I trailed off.
	"I can feel how hard your tip's become. It's really
dark now." His fingers shifted their grip and pulled
my foreskin up over the flaring rim to engulf my
glans. "Your big rim keeps the skin back when you're
hard. Mine does too."
	"Mine stays back even when I'm soft," I whispered. My
swollen glans was aching for release, inflamed by the
hot sensations he was giving me.
	"Your legs are tightening up. You're close, very
close." He slid my foreskin back to the rim, and then
up again.
	"My tip's starting to tingle," I said as the
sensations built to a crescendo.
	"I see you close your eyes too when you get close.
Just lay back and let it happen," he urged. "Your
tip's so dark now."
	"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," I moaned, the sensations building
up almost to the explosion.
	"That's it, just relax, you'll be shooting in just a
sec." he said as he worked my foreskin up my swollen
helmet. Now he yanked it back suddenly, and an
explosion of sensation burst in my tip and shot down
my shaft. My cock-root contracted sharply, squirting
the first torrent of cream into my tube, producing an
intense tickling sensation. The hot lava rushed up my
urethra and I howled in blissful agony as I felt it
slam through the lips of my slit.
	Roger pulled my foreskin up over my hard throbbing
glans and my cock-root contracted again, sending a
second burning stream shooting up my urethra. Now he
dragged my hood back sharply, triggering another hot
spasm in my cock-root, and I felt myself tumbling into
the free-fall of orgasm, my mind on "HOLD," crying out
helplessly as the avalanche of sensations overwhelmed
me.
	Now he pulled my foreskin up to ancase my throbbing
tip, and I cried out loudly as the sensations became
too sharp in my super-sensitive tip. A blast of cream
poured from my helmet as Roger pulled my foreskin back
behind my rim and kept it there, holding it back
tightly to stretch the nerve endings. I moaned again
as another gush erupted from my tip, and I felt the
hot liquid running down the contours of my helmet and
onto the shaft. Another spasm, weaker this time,
wracked my cock-root, sending a hot jet rushing up my
tube. The spasms were weaker, and the last
contractions pulsed through my rpick and sent more
heavy drops seeping from my tip.
	I lay very still, dazed by the after-effects of my
orgasm, while my breathing returned to normal. As I
lay there, I felt Roger's finger expertly milking my
urethra, starting behind my balls and working up to
the end of my prick, forcing out the residue. I felt
the light touch of the towel kissing my tip as he
dabbed at the thick droplets. Then he pulled my long
foreskin forward to engulf my tender tip. When I
opened my eyes Roger was looking at me, and he said:
	"Do you go to sleep after you come? I forgot to ask
that before."
	"If I'm alone, I usually do, but not this time." I
propped myself up on my elbow, noting that Roger had
placed another towel under his prick and that a steady
seepage of clear lubricant was flowing from his
foreskin's long nipple, wetting the towel. "That
orgasm energized me, and now I want to make you come
like you did me."
	"I'm glad. I really need to come after seeing you.
When I felt your dick throbbing in my hand, I almost
lost it right then."
	"Now you just lie back," I said as I pushed him
gently flat on the bed. "I'll spread that towel over
your stomach and make you come."
	I was in seventh heaven, watching your big tip swell
and get darker, and then watching the white cream
shooting from it. You were pretty loud when you came,
you know that?"
	"I'm not surprised I was loud. You were so exciting.
I just hope you'll be loud too, because I want to make
your prick throb as hard as mine did." I began sliding
his foreskin back to reveal the engorged helmet. The
skin slid very easily on a thick coating of the lube
he'd been secreting, and now I had his hood all the
way back, forming a thick collar behind his flaring
corona.
	Oooohhhh, that feels good," he moaned.
	"Your helmet's very dark," I said as I pulled his
foreskin up the engorged head. "You're really primed
for this. It feels very hard through the foreskin."
	"I'll pop any second," he whispered as his legs began
to tremble. I saw his stomach muscles tighten.
	"Just try to stay relaxed, Rog. I don't want to hurry
this. Your balls are tight and I know you're close to
the edge."
	"Any second..." He trailed off.
	"I want to keep you on the edge," I said as I very
slowly brought his foreskin back to uncover the
engorged helmet. "You're very close, but I'm gonna
give you a very slow build-up."
	"Ooooohhhhh," he moaned as I brought his foreskin
back to slide over the ridge and lodge in the deep
groove behind it.
	"With your prick swollen like that, the rim's really
large, and I can see the little bumps of nerve endings
around it." I gently pushed his foreskin forward,
feeling it catch on the hard rim before it slipped up
over his dark purple glans. He moaned again as I
tugged his fleshy sleeve back towards his rim.
	"Now I'm slipping it back again. Can you feel it
sliding over the head?" He didn't answer me, except to
moan again.
	"Your eyes are closed now," I said. "I know you're
right there. Your slit's really leaking now." I eased
his foreskin back over his rim, and watched his face
tighten. He was right at the point of no return.
	"GO FOR IT!" I yelled as I pulled his foreskin up
sharply, compressing his rim and bringing the thick
fleshy hood all the way up. I felt the sharp throb in
my hand just before a thick geyser of white cream
erupted from his slit, filling the foreskin tube and
spilling over onto my encircling fingers.
	"HAAAAAHHHH!" he yelled as the force of the orgasm
overwhelmed him. I pulled the foreskin back as his
shaft throbbed again in my hand, and this time the
stream shot up unencumbered from his slit, arcing to
drop onto the towel.
	His engorged helmet glistened wetly as his prick
throbbed again, sending another heavy stream in an arc
through the air, and his loud moans filled the room.
He heavy odor of chlorine filled the air as he shot
again, his rock-hard shaft pulsing sharply in my hand.

	"Now I just held his skin back tightly to stretch the
nerve endings, aware that his glans was becoming
super-sensitive as had happened to me, and he squirted
another load, but this one didn't shoot as far. His
prick throbbed again, and the lips of his slit parted,
releasing a flow of cream that trickled down the
contours of the big head to run over my clasping
fingers. His hips bucked as if to thrust his prick
into the air, and another heavy gush poured from his
slit.
	"Now you're just seeping," I said, not sure if he'd
heard me as he was in an altered state of
consciousness. His prick pulsed again, weakly, and a
long slow trickle oof cream flowed from his slit,
contrasting with the dark color of the swollen helmet.
Finally, he stopped pulsing, and lay still. I knew it
would take him time to recover, and I just held his
shaft, feeling it begin to soften in my hand. I
reached under his tight scrotum to press a finger into
his urethra, milking the residue from his prick. I ran
my finger along the underside of his shaft to force
the last drops from his slit, and then pulled his
foreskin fully forward before letting his prick down
on his stomach.
	"That was hot, really hot,' he whispered weakly as he
opened his eyes.
	"Happy Birthday, Roger," I said, smiling down at
him." We stayed motionless next to each other until I
spoke again:
	"I have to pee. How about you?" He got up and led me
to the shower.
	"I'd like to rinse off too, and I guess you'd enjoy
that. Let's get in," he said as he turned on the
water. We stood facing each other under the spray, the
water running down the fronts of our bodies. I felt my
stream begin and a moment later saw a thick yellow
gush pouring from his foreskin's nipple.
	"You must have done this in the shower," I said,
reaching down to pinch the end of his foreskin,
watching as the fleshy sleeve began to balloon. He
quickly grasped the end of mine and applied pressure,
trapping my stream to make my foreskin distend.
	`We both know that trick," he said as he let go. Our
thick gushes erupted from our foreskins, meeting in
the air as they dropped to the floor of the shower.
Now I skinned him back and a second later he did the
same to me, uncovering the glans completely.
	"Both our foreskins lock behind our rims," I
observed.
	"I wanted to see your stream, Jack. You said you
usually dribble when you come, but you didn't dribble
just before. Now even your pee's in a strong stream."
	"So's yours. I'd wondered if the size of the hole had
anything to do with shooting or dribbling, but I guess
it doesn't. You shot your cream like a fire-hose, and
now your pee's really shooting out of your slit."
	"This is fun," he said. "We're just like a couple of
kids."
	"Yeah, we are, I guess. Even peeing together's lots
of fun." We drained ourselves and then rinsed our
bodies. Roger turned off the water and we began drying
ourselves.
	"Feel like a drink now?" he asked. I nodded and we
went into his kitchen, still totally naked. The tile
floor felt cool under my feet.
	"Martini?" he asked. "I saw what you were drinking
earlier, and figured you might like the same thing."
	"You were drinking a Martini too, I noticed. Fix mine
the way you fix yours," I said.
	"Gin and vermouth, right?" he asked, reaching for the
bottles in the cabinet.
	"That's just the way I like them," I replied. It took
Roger only a couple of minutes to fix our drinks and
come to sit beside me at the kitchen table. We both
lit cigarettes and lifted our glasses to toast the
evening.
	"I'm glad I met you," he began.
	"Likewise," I countered. "It would have been a lonely
evening for both of us otherwise." We sipped and put
down our glasses. Roger moved his chair closer to mine
so that his right thigh pressed against my left one. I
felt the warmth of the alcohol running through my
bloodstream, and then I felt my prick stirring. I
reached down with my right hand and began squeezing my
helmet through the thick fleshy sleeve. Roger noticed
this and said:
	"I guess you're getting horny again. I don't know
how. I'm just drained." My prick swelled as he spoke,
and now was half-hard.
	"I've had a little time to recover since I came. You
just shot your load ten minutes ago. I must have been
subconsciously thinking of this evening." As I spoke,
my prick raised itself to full hardness, and I began
working my foreskin up and down the helmet.
	"Man, you're really hot. Did the drink do that to
you, or is it just me?"
	"I don't know, but right now I feel I need another
come," I replied. As I spoke, I felt Roger's fingers
creeping around my thigh to tickle my scrotum.
	"Need some help?" he asked. Hi hand moved farther,
and now he was cupping my balls.
	"What you're doing is just fine,' I answered. "You
keep cupping my balls, and I'll work on my prick." I
kept up the slow rhythmic stroking of my foreskin over
my swollen helmet, enjoying the sensual sliding
sensation and the delicious stretchy feeling as the
hood expanded over the contours of my glans.
	"Okay, I'll watch," he said. "I wondered how you did
yourself, and now I've got a front-row seat." His eyes
were fixed on the big purple tip that emerged from the
confines of my foreskin to be swallowed up again as I
stroked upward.
	"Enjoy the show, but I don't know how long it'll
last. I'm really horny," I said.
	"Just let it happen naturally. Don'[t worry about
where you'll shoot, either. I'll use this napkin to
catch your spunk." As he spoke, his other hand reached
out to pick up a paper napkin from the table.
	"Just having you watch gets me hot," I said. I was
looking at my prick as I kept stroking, enjoying the
sight of the big purple head being covered and then
bared by the movement of my foreskin.
	"I know how that feels," he said. "When I stroke my
cock, I really like the way the skin stretches over
the head." I knew he was talking me through it,
knowing that his words would add to my excitement.
	"Yeah, and when I start to get a tickle in the head,
I'll stop stroking," I said. "I like to hold off just
before I come. That makes it last longer."
	"I get that tickling feeling too. Then I keep
stroking and it changes to a hot tingle and I know I'm
gonna pop."
	"It's starting to tickle now," I said as I slowed my
stroking. "I'm going to pull my foreskin all the way
back now." My fingers tightened their grip slightly as
I dragged the long thick foreskin back down off the
head, and it snapped into the groove behind my corona.

	"Man, I just love to look at that big head of yours.
>From the thick end to the flaring rim, it looks so
sexy. You gonna stay that way?"
	"No, now I'm just going to bring the skin forward to
bump my rim. On the way back, I'll pull hard to
stretch the nerve endings in the skin." I pushed my
hood forward just enough to kiss my corona, and then
pulled back hard, watching the skin stretch, along
with its many nerve endings.
	"You've got those little buds around your rim too,
just like on mine," he said. "They must feel real good
when the skin touches them." I kept up the rhythm,
slowly stimulating my prick closer to the moment of
truth.
	"Yeah, and I'm gonna go slowly until I feel that
tingle," I said.
	"Goping slow like that lets you feel every movement,"
he said. "It's a lot sexier than just pounding your
dick."
	"My tip's starting to tingle... I'm gonna stop for a
second." My fingers ceased their stroking, just
holding the thick fleshy collar stretched back from my
rim.
	"Your tip's really dark now," he said as he touched
the front dome with a fingertip. "It feels really
hard, too." His touch sent a thrill through my glans,
and my prick jerked involuntarily.
	"I'm really tensed up now," I said. My legs had begun
to tremble slightly with the excitement, and my glans
ached for the release of orgasm. I resumed stroking,
very slowly.
	"I bet you can feel it building up," he said as his
expert fingers kneaded my scrotum lightly, and I felt
my balls sliding around inside their sac. "Anything
you want me to do when you come?"
	"Yeah, I'm almost there. When I feel I'm right on the
edge, I'll drop my hand. You can grab my foreskin and
pump it a few times to get me going. Then stop,
because you know my tip gets too sensitive after a few
seconds."
	"Your eyes just closed," he said. "Just give it a few
more slow strokes..." He trailed off. Now my tip was
tingling from the rim to the front dome, and I felt my
crotch muscles tightening despite my best efforts to
stay relaxed.
	"That big purple head looks so sexy," he said as I
felt my sensations rise to a peak. My distended
cock-head was ready to explode, and I let go of my
prick.
	"Now you just let it happen!" he said as his fingers
closed around my shaft. He swept my thick fleshy
collar all the way up over my helmet, and the hot
sparks of sensation from the sudden intense friction
triggered my climax.
	"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH," I cried out as my cock-root
contracted sharply, and I felt the hot tickle as my
prostate shot the first squirt into my urethra. My
stream felt like hot lava as it shot up my shaft and
erupted from my straining glans. Roger's fingers
dragged my foreskin back sharply, triggering another
outpouring, and my body convulsed as the force of the
orgasm overwhelmed me. I was in my own little world,
totally focused on the heavenly sensations in my
prick, as the mind-numbing sensations dominated my
awareness.
	Roger said something I didn't understand as his
fingers pulled back hard on my foreskin, tightening
around my shaft, and another hot jet erupted from my
prick. My glans and shaft throbbed hard with the sweet
agony of orgasm, and I cried out again, helpless in
his hands, as he forced another torrent from my
pulsing prick.
	I cried out again, even more loudly, as the
sensations in my glans became too intense, and I felt
his hand stop, just holding my foreskin stretched
tightly back, the strining nerve endings singing in my
prick as it shot another gush of cream. Another hot
spasm made me cry out again, but the next contraction
was weaker. I felt several more pulses, diminishing in
strength, as my orgasm tapered off and finally ceased.
	I sat dazed, too weak to open my eyes or say
anything, as I felt Roger's fingers milking my prick,
drawing out the last drops. I felt the roughness of
the paper napkin against my super-sensitive glans as
he dabbed at the orifice, and I squirmed.
	"That was beautiful," he said. "I felt your cock
throbbing, and watched it shooting. You really shot. I
had to keep the napkin right in front of your tip to
keep it from spraying on you and on the floor." I
opened my eyes and said:
	"Thank you, Roger. That was so hot, especially with
you helping me at the end."
	"That was my pleasure," he replied. "I really enjoyed
making you come. That's one of the best birthday
presents I've ever received."
	"Happy Birthday, Roger, but wait until tomorrow
morning," I replied.

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