Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 11:42:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST: Birthday for Roger, Part 2, Adult Friends, M/M, 2/2

Birthday for Roger
Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I awoke next morning feeling Roger's fingers
delicately tracing the outline of my erection. At my
age, I rarely woke up hard, but the relentless
stimulation had made my prick swell as it roused me
from sleep. Even before I'd opened my eyes, I felt his
fingertip circling the end of my foreskin, gently
stimulating the nerve endings. Then he placed thumb
and forefinger on either side of my foreskin-covered
glans and squeezed firmly
	"Oooohhh, that feels good," I said as I opened my
eyes and looked at him.
	"It's supposed to, Jack. Anyway, I enjoy playing with
my birthday present. I like to feel the head through
that thick skin." He squeezed again, provoking a
responsive throb in my cock-root.
	"That made my prick jerk," I said.
	"It was supposed to. I saw it jerk when I squeezed.
The head throbbed between my fingers." Now he grasped
my scrotum and pulled down on the thick, wrinkled
skin. I did the same to him, grasping the end of his
low-hanging sac and tugging gently. He was hard too,
although I hadn't yet touched his prick.
	"Let's see what this does for you," I said as I
pinched the end of his foreskin pucker and pulled it
out away from his body.
	"It's nice we both have enough skin to cover the head
even when we're hard," he said as he shuddered.
	"That really reached you, didn't it?" I asked as I
tugged his scrotum again while pulling on the tip of
his foreskin. The double stimulation made him shudder
again.
	"That reached me even more," he said as he squeezed
my glans again, making it throb between his
fingertips.
	"We both have to pee, but I think we're too hard for
that," I said as I began pulling his foreskin back off
the head. Now Roger cupped my balls as he squeezed my
swollen tip again.
	"No problem, Jack. Full bladders just means we won't
be able to hold off as long. I bet I can make you come
damn fast, the way you are." He was right. Although I
often held off my orgasm by consciously relaxing my
muscles, to prolong the feeling of anticipation, this
time it would be impossible.
	"The tension in my bladder won't let me relax," I
said. "You know that. It'll be the same for you." Now
I had his foreskin drawn back halfway along his glans.
I saw a drop of clear fluid parting the long lips of
his slit as I felt Roger's grip shift on my prick. I
felt the tension on the foreskin's nerve endings as he
drew mine back slowly.
	"Your slit's already pouting," he observed. "It's got
a teardrop shape, but you're not leaking." I rarely
leaked lube, unlike Roger's copious flow that now had
begun to run down his glans and spread between his
foreskin and helmet. We shifted into a "69" position,
letting us get closer views of each other's pricks.
	"I love the smell of your prick and foreskin," I said
as I inhaled deeply. "It's so rich and masculine."
	"Yours smells nice too," he replied. "Good thing
we're bot uncut. Our willies wouldn't smell this good
if we'd been cut."
	"They wouldn't be as sensitive, either, or as much
fun to play with," I said as I rotated his foreskin
around his helmet, first one way and then the other. I
felt him begin to pump mine, stretching it forward
over the glans and then pulling it back firmly to
uncover the corona.
	"Yours has a nice rim, just like mine, and you've got
those sexy little bumps on it too." His eyes were very
close to my prick as he studied it intently.
	"Yeah, those little nerve endings are really
sensitive," I said. "You've got them too. Last night
when I ran my finger over them, it got you really
hot."
	"Okay, now let me make you come first, like I did
last night. I really enjoyed watching you come and
feeling your dick throb, and I want to do it again."
He shifted around and spread a towel over my stomach.
	"Okay, then you want me to let go of your prick?" I
asked.
	"You'd better let go or I'll cream while you're
coming," he replied. "Now I'll use a little Astroglide
on your tip, like I did last night. That'll get you
lubed up so the skin'll slide nice and easy." He
picked up a plastic bottle from the bedside table and
poured several drops on my swollen helmet, working the
foreskin up and down to spread it evenly.
	"That Astroglide feels warm on my prick," I said.
"That feels really nice." His fingers had completely
encircled my swollen prick, and now wer expertly
pumping my foreskin in a steady rhythm that fueled my
fire.
	"I'll do it the same way I did before," he said.
"I'll keep pumping your dick until you're close, then
I'll skin you back the way you like." I'd let go of
Roger's prick and lain back, giving him total access
to my crotch, and I felt his other hand cupping my
balls as he maintained the steady and delicious up and
down rhythm on my foreskin.
	"Ohhh, yeah, I really feel that," I said.
	"I can tell," he replied. "You're hot to pop. I can
feel the head swelling even more and getting harder
through the skin, and when I pull the skin down I can
see it's getting darker." He was right- I felt the
tension building in my body, and the blood pumping
into my prick the make the glans swell and the shaft
stiffen even more.
	"Slow down just a bit, Roger. I want this to last." I
felt his fingers slow down, and he shortened his
stroke, now expertly flicking my foreskin over the
corona and back.
	"Your shaft's very straight," he said. "Mine curves
up a little."
	"Yeah, we're different, but still alike." Now even
his slow stroking was having its effect, pushing me
inexorably towards the brink.
	"Your head's very dark, very swollen, Jack. I think
this is the right moment to keep you skinned back." He
swept my foreskin back behind my rim and pulled down
hard, stretching the tender skin and its delicate
nerve endings.
	"Ohhh, good," I said. Trying to remain relaxed even
as I felt my legs tighten.
	""Now I'm going to bump you rim a few times," he
said, and I felt the shocks begin at the base of my
glans. As he continued alternating between stretching
back my foreskin and bumping my rim, I felt my glans
begin to ache for orgasm. My prick was totally swollen
and felt almost ready to burst.
	"Man, your dick-head's all dark and swollen. It's
really shiny, and I can tell you're right on the
edge." Each bump on my sensitive rim sent a shock wave
of sensation through the head, and I felt myself
withdrawing from the world as my attention became
totally focused on my prick.
	"Your eyes just closed," he said. "You're right
there. Just hang on a few seconds loner," he coached
me. The sensations in my prick built up, and now I
felt a strong tickling sensation begin in my rim.
	"Your balls are really tight against your body," he
said just as the tickling feeling changed to a hot
tingle and I began to moan. I couldn't speak any more,
and barely understood what Roger was saying. When he
pushed my foreskin collar against my rim and then over
it, compressing the nerve endings, the tingling
feeling in the glans exploded.
	"UUUUUGHHHHH!" I groaned loudly as the first shock of
orgasm wracked my cock-root. A hot jet of cream burned
its way like lava up my urethra, tickling the inside
at the upward curve into my glans, before erupting
from my gaping slit.  I cried out again as Roger's
skilled fingers dragged my foreskin back all the way,
stretching the nerve endings within and producing
another contraction in my cock-root. My hips bucked as
I shot again, and then I felt Roger bring my foreskin
all the way up over the swollen, throbbing head.
	He snapped my hood back sharply, and another massive
throb went through my cock-root and prick as I felt
another hot jet rush towards the tip. I was unable to
speak, just moan "AH-AH-AH!" as the thick gush
squirted from my engorged prick. Roger snapped my
foreskin back again, holding it taut way down my
shaft, leaving the purple helmet exposed as another
burning stream poured from my orifice. The head was
now super-sensitive, and it would have been painful if
he's continued to slide my foreskin over it. Roger
sensed this, and he held my foreskin tightly back,
stretching its many nerve endings, as my orgasm ran
its course. I gushed a couple more times before the
ejaculation turned into a slow dribble, and I began to
come down off my high.
	"I counted six," he said as I opened my eyes a minute
later. "The first two shot about a foot," he
continued. The last two just poured from your hole."
	"I know you enjoyed watching that, just like I enjoy
watching your shoot," I said.
	"I felt every throb, too. That big head of yours was
really pulsing under that foreskin. Then after I held
your skin back, I felt the throbs in your shaft." His
fingers were still tight around my shaft, keeping the
skin taut as he began milking the residue from my
tube. He pressed a fingertip into my urethra behind my
balls, working forward, pushing the thick creamy
liquid ahead of it. When he reached the middle of my
shaft, he began sliding my foreskin forward to cover
the head, and I watched the thick drops flowing from
my slit.
	"You're softening now," he said. "I'll just dab the
drops from your tip." He touched a wad of tissues to
the orifice, and we watched the thick viscous liquid
soak into the soft paper. His fingers were pressing
into the vee groove under the head through the
foreskin, forcing the oozing liquid from my slit, and
when he'd gotten the last drop he skillfully brought
my long foreskin up to cover my shrinking helmet. I
noticed that his prick was still hard.
	"Your boner didn't go down at all," I said, "Even
though I haven't been touching it."
	"Just working on your dick's been enough to keep my
excited. If you'd been playing with mine while I did
you, I would have shot all over the place."
	"Well, now I'm going to play with it and let you
come," I began. "Just lie back and let me spread this
towel over your stomach. I'm going to try something
with you that my friend Stan did on mine a few years
ago." As I spoke, I began drawing back his foreskin,
gradually uncovering the purple bulb. Stan was supine
now, arms outstretched, as I worked avidly on his
prick.
	"That feels good, the friction against the head and
the stretching feeling in the skin," he said.
	"It's going to feel better," I went on as I drew his
foreskin all the way back. "Now I've got your foreskin
locked behind your ridge. Good thing your prick's like
mine, and the foreskin stays back. That makes it a bit
easier to use this technique."
	"What are you going to do?" he asked.
	"I'm going to rub your helmet directly with my
fingertips while your foreskin's all the way back," I
replied. "I know your tip's more sensitive than mine,
and this should really work well on you." As I
explained the technique, I began running the tip of my
index finger in small circles around his slit,
spreading the clear fluid that was flowing freely.
	"Oh, that's really nice," he murmured as I applied
friction to the nerve endings in the dome of his
helmet.
	"Good thing you lube a lot. There's no chance of your
running dry. Dry friction would be irritating. Still,
maybe I'd better use a couple of drops of Astroglide
to make your helmet feel warm." I reached for the
bottle.
	"Good idea," he said. "I like the warm feeling it
gives me on my tip." As he spoke, I poured a couple of
drops right on his slit, gently spreading them with my
fingertip, circling his orifice relentlessly.
	"There, you're very wet now. Just brace yourself.
This gets very intense." I now used my thumb and third
finger, rotating them around his front dome, caressing
the hard surface of his glans.
	"AH-AH-AH!" he exclaimed as the sensations hit him.
This was exactly what had happened to me when Stan had
caressed my bared helmet to orgasm with his fingertips
years ago.
	"I told you it gets intense. Does it feel like you're
about to come any second?" I continued caressing the
blunt tip of his prick as I spoke.
	"Yeah!" he muttered through clenched teeth as I
applied all five fingers to may t
ask.
	"OH-OH-OH-OH!" he shouted as the full force of the
stimulation poured into the head of his prick.
	"You're not going to be able to talk from this point
on. It's going to be so intense all you can do is gasp
and moan," I said as I ran my fingertips around the
flaring rim of his helmet, causing him to cry out:
	"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" The sensations were hitting him
hard, and I wasn't going to let up.
	"It's almost too much to stand, isn't it?" I asked,
knowing he wouldn't be able to form words to reply.
His loud moans filled the room.
	"I'm keeping my fingertips moving all over the helmet
now. That's the most important part of the technique
because if I stayed in one spot I'd tire out the nerve
endings and it wouldn't produce fresh sensations." Now
I pressed my index finger into the vee-groove under
the head, working on his hot spot as my other fingers
circled the body of the glans. His loud moans stifled
anything he might have wanted to say.
	"I know it's really intense now," I commented as I
grasped his rim lightly and rubbed it sideways with
all five fingers. The muscles in his legs had
tightened and he was moaning even more loudly under
the assault from my lubricated fingertips.
	"This takes about a minute before you come," I
explained as I eagerly massaged the nerve endings in
his hardening glans. "I can feel the head getting
harder and it's also getting darker." His slit was
pouring lube now, diluting the Astroglide, bit it
didn't matter because my fingertips were giving him
all the sensations he could stand.
	"Your eyes just closed, Roger. That's a sure sign
that you're going to explode any second. Just try to
stay relaxed, though. It'll last longer if you can
relax, and it'll be hotter when you start to cream." I
noted that his legs were trembling, and that the
tension had spread to his entire body. His fists
clenched, and the cords in his neck stood out.
	"Now I'm going to rub my palm across the front of
your helmet for a change of pace." As I did this I
felt his glans throb. His cries became louder yet:
	"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" he cried out as my fingers clasped
his glans, twisting to enhance the sensations that
were already dominating his consciousness. Roger's
shaft was rigid in my other hand as I stabilized it,
and I held it with thumb on top and the tips of my
other fingers underneath so that I'd feel the pulse in
his urethra when he began to unload. His cries became
more high-pitched as he approached his climax. Now he
was following a rhythm in his cries, inhaling and
moaning on each exhalation, an intense "AH-AH-AH!"
that filled the room. His balls were drawn up tightly
against his body, tighter than I'd ever seen them.
	I felt a powerful pulse in his urethra as his first
ejaculation rushed up his shaft. His glans throbbed
hard against my fingers as the first white rope shot
upward from the straining helmet. Roger cried
"HHHAAAAAHHH!" as the orgasm gripped him in its fury,
and his hips bucked on the bed.
	His steely shaft and glans throbbed again as another
thick stream shot into the air to fall back onto the
helmet, where I rubbed it in with renewed vigor
because I knew he needed the stimulation to make his
orgasm intense. I also knew that within seconds his
helmet would become too sensitive, and I listened for
the change in pitch that would alert me to this.
	Roger cried out helplessly as his third gush erupted
from his distended slit, slamming through the lips
before arcing into the air, and my fingers danced over
his tortured cock-head to bring forth another gush.
This time, his voice rose as the stream gushed from
his dark purple helmet, and I removed my fingers,
instead pulling back harder on his shaft skin to
stretch the already distended nerve endings.
	As I pulled back hard on his shaft skin, the
gee-string under the head pulled his helmet down
towards his balls, and he cried out again as he let go
another stream. The thick white juice shot a foot into
the air before arcing down to land on the towel
covering his stomach. Now his prick throbbed again,
and another gush erupted, but with less force. I gave
his shaft skin a quick yank to make his helmet bob and
bring forth another discharge which this time merely
gushed from the slit and ran down the head and shaft,
covering my encircling fingers.
	I held his prick tightly as his orgasm ran down,
feeling the pulses weaken until the lips of his long
slit merely drooled cream. His body began to relax and
he stopped moaning, merely gasping to catch his
breath. I knew that now he'd be sinking into the
profound daze that inevitably followed an orgasm this
intense, and that he'd calm down in a minute or so.
	"Wow, what hit me?" he asked as he opened his eyes a
minute later. "I thought I'd never stop coming."
	"That was the idea. It felt the same way for me when
Stan did it that way." I remembered how the orgasm had
ripped through me, the mind-numbing sensations seeming
to go on forever, until I was semi-conscious at the
end.
	"That was really hot," he continued. "I felt like my
dick was exploding."
	"It did explode, Roger. You should have seen it. I
was watching every second, watching that big helmet
shooting its juice and feeling it in your shaft too."
I reached between his legs with my other hand, seeking
the beginning of his urethra to milk him down. I found
the bulge and pressed my fingertip along it, driving
the remaining liquid up into his shaft. Now I milked
his shaft and watched the flow seep from his softening
tip onto the towel. I dabbed at it with a tissue,
provoking a gasp from Roger:
	"Watch it! It's still sensitive!" I removed the
tissue and pulled his foreskin up to protect the
tender head.
	"We can get the rest of it out in the shower," I
said. "We both have to pee, I think."
	"I'm still too tight to pee," he said.
	"Let's get into the shower. Once that hot water
starts running over your prick, you'll relax and let
go. That's going to flush you out." I helped him up
and we went into the bathroom. I adjusted the water
and we relaxed under the warm spray, facing each
other. The moment the hot water began sluicing down my
prick, I felt my sphincter relax and my bladder began
draining. I looked questioningly at Roger, whose prick
had now softened.
	"I'm still too tense to pee," he said. "I'd better
skin back so that the water hits the head." He
carefully drew back his foreskin and I watched as it
locked behind the rim of his shrunken helmet.
	"It's nice the way our foreskins lock back behind our
rims, even when we're soft," I commented.
	"Yeah, it's because we both have such big rims," he
said as the first trickle began seeping from his slit.
The flow increased quickly, and within seconds his
stream flowed with full force, flushing out his
urethra as mine was doing to me. We let the water
rinse the sweat from our bodies, and when we'd
finished, we both pulled our foreskins forward to
protect the precious heads. We dried ourselves and
went back to bed for more sleep.

End of Part 2