Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2005 16:00:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clark, Adult Friends, 1/1

Clark
by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I lay back in my recliner as I usually did each
Saturday afternoon, ready for another hot fantasy
about my cyber pals. This time, I wanted a three-way
between myself, "Naturalman," and a new guy, Clark,
whom I'd met on the net. Clark was also uncut, and a
perfect partner with whom to share an afternoon's hot
mutual foreskin stroking session.
"Naturalman's" name was Bob, and we'd arranged to go
to Clark's house that afternoon. Clark greeted us at
the door, wearing only a bathrobe, and told us to go
into his bedroom:
"Go ahead and start stripping down. I've got to get a
few towels and some lube, and I'll be there in a
minute." We went into the room he showed us, and we
saw a king-size bed in the center. We began shedding
our clothes, and were naked in just a minute, the time
it took Clark to come in.
Bob's about 5'7", well built because he works out
regularly, while I'm about 6'2" and have a definite
roll of middle-aged flab. Bob's 53, and I'm 62. Bob's
salt and pepper hair contrasted with my thinning white
hair, but our cocks look alike, small when soft, and
with nippled foreskins that still cover our bulging
helmets when hard. My erection's exacly six inches,
while Bob's is slightly less.
Bob and I looked at Clark as he disrobed. He'd told us
he was 49, and we saw that his blond hair was turning
gray. Clark was about 5'10, medium build, about 180
lbs., and limp his cock was a small, tapered white
worm. He looked at us through his glasses, and studied
our crotches as avidly as we studied his. Unlike
Clark's smoothly tapered cock, ours had significant
bulges where the heads showed through the thick
foreskins. The flaring ridges of our helmets described
semi-circles on the tops of our cocks, and the long
foreskins tapered to thick nipples.
We sat facing each other on the bed, legs intertwined,
and Clark's cock began to swell even before we touched
it, the thin hood retracting as the nose of his
acorn-shaped glans appeared. Unlike our big purple
helmets, Clark's was small and pink, and the ridge was
flat, not flaring. Clark reached out and rolled the
nipple of my long foreskin between thumb and
forefinger, and I reciprocated by squeezing his pink
and shiny glans rhythmically to make his cock-root
throb. Then I grasped his shaft skin and pulled down,
watching as his gee-string made the cock-head dip down
towards his balls. I felt his cock throb as the nerve
endings stretched. I watched, fascinated, as a drop of
clear fluid slowly emerged from his slit, parting the
lips.
Clark's other hand began stripping the skin back from
Bob's bulging cock-head, and the odor of fresh, clean,
man-flesh filled the air. Mine was now fully hard, and
I told Clark:
"Just skin it back a little, then forward again, then
back a little more. I like the feel of my skin's nerve
endings stretching when you do that," I said to Clark.
He peeled my foreskin back in stages, gradually baring
my smooth glossy head, until the thick hood snapped
back into the deep groove behind the high, flaring
rim.
"Nice," he said. "I like the way your hole looks."
He'd noticed how my slit had pouted into a teardrop
shaped orifice as my glans had engorged. He ran his
fingertip lightly over my rim.
"I've never seen those little bumps before," referring
to the buds of sensation studding my corona, sensitive
nerve endings that thrilled to his touch. He ran his
finger lightly over the nerve endings.
"Some guys have them, and others have smooth rims," I
replied. "They're very sensitive." A drop of clear
fluid had parted the lips of Clark's slit, and I
spread it in small circles with my fingertip. He
sighed in pleasure, and I cupped his balls with my
other hand. Bob clamped his fist around the base of
Clark's 6 1/2" cock, and the pressure on the veins
made the head turn darker pink. His thin slit oozed a
flow of clear lube that parted the lips and flowed
down over the tapered head.
"You're so worked up I think you should go first,
Clark," I said as I picked up Clark's cock with my
left hand, holding it at about a 45 degree angle to
his stomach. My right hand was poised over his shiny
pink cock-head.
"We uncut guys have really sensitive tips," I said, as
I began working Clark's glans with my fingertips,
running them around his rim, then underneath, then
stroking the top side of his pink head. Clark had
begun moaning, and rocking his head from side to side.
Bob spread a towel over his chest and stomach, then
cupped his balls gently. I felt Clark's shaft throb
lightly with each touch on his tender tip, and I knew
he was heading towards his climax, but his natural
lube was beginning to dry.
Bob used his other hand to drip several drops of
glycerin lube on Clark's hot swollen tip. We both knew
that dry friction was irritating, not erotic, and we
wanted Clark to have a super, blasting orgasm. Clark
was now really into it, gasping hard: "AH-AH-AH," as I
worked my fingertips over his tender glans. I saw his
eyes close and his lips draw back from his teeth as I
pushed him relentlessly toward orgasm.
His gasps came faster now, and his voice increased in
pitch as he rushed uncontrollably towards the brink.
The color of his hot glans changed from pink to purple
as his excitement neared its peak. I felt his swollen
cock-head harden under my touch, losing its spongy
feel, and I slowed my touches to prolong the moment of
anticipation. Clark's body tensed, then his hips
bucked as he cried out in joyful agony and his cock
throbbed hard in my hand.
The first thick white jet shot from his hole onto his
chest and he yelled "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" as the rush of
sensations overwhelmed him. His glans throbbed hard
between my fingers and spit another load of juice,
then another. The odor of chlorine filled the air as
Clark's cock emptied itself in huge spurts onto the
waiting towel.
When he'd stopped shooting, I milked his cock,
pressing my finger into the tube under the shaft to
force out the dribbles. His body relaxed as he opened
his eyes.
"Look at the load you shot," I said. "You really shot
long streams of white juice."
"WOW! What hit me?" he murmured. "You two guys made me
explode harder than I ever did in my life."
"That was the idea," I said. "Now let's get to work on
Bob. He looks like he really needs release." Bob
didn't need further urging to lie back and spread his
legs. His hooded cock was flat on his stomach,
awaiting our loving touches. Clark grasped the edges
of Bob's thick hood and spread them, peering inside at
the dome of the big helmet. I cupped Bob's balls as
Clark continued to play with the foreskin.
"Man, you really have a big head and lots of skin to
cover it," he said as he drew back the hood and let it
snap behind the flaring corona. "I like the way your
tip flares out. It looks so sexy." Clark ran a
fingertip around Bob's dark purple rim, lightly
touching the gee-string underneath, then coming up the
other side while caressing the back face of the rim.
Bob's eyes rolled in his head and he gasped at the hot
sparks of sensation that stabbed deeply into his glans
with each touch.
Clark pulled back harder on Bob's shaft skin, making
the big helmet dip down towards his balls. Bob's
teardrop filled with lube.
"Hey, you've got a teardrop hole just like Jack's," he
commented. "That really looks sexy." His fingertip
spread the flowing lube around the hole, then all over
the shiny purple head as it continued to flow.
"Bob's not going to need any extra lube," I said. "He
makes enough of his own." Clark pumped Bob's thick
hood up over the swollen head, then yanked it back,
making the head dip again. He used his fingertips to
massage the naked head, making Bob groan in delight. I
squeezed Bob's balls very gently, and ran a fingertip
lightly over the skin behind them. Bob's hips bucked,
and he groaned loudly as the sensations filled him. I
caressed the insides of his thighs as Clark continued
to work his fingertips over the swollen naked head,
hitting every sensitive spot.
The delicious male aroma of Bob's wet cock reached me,
and made me hotter. I knew what Bob was feeling, and
just thinking about his impending orgasm almost made
me climax right then, because I'd just watched Clark's
orgasm.
"Can you smell Bob's cock," I asked.
"Yeah, love that smell," Clark replied as he continued
to work his fingertips over the purple glans. "Look,
now the head's getting darker," Clark observed. "I can
feel it also getting harder. He's really close."
"Slow down so you don't lose him too soon," I
suggested as Bob's helpless cries filled the room.
"He's right on the edge." Bob's eyes were closed, and
his head rocked from side to side as the hot agony of
orgasm overwhelmed him. I felt his body shudder. The
throbs from his cock-root reached my fingers as I
cupped his balls, and I felt them contract even more
as his hips lifted off the bed.
We'd forgotten to spread a towel over him, and I
watched the first hot stream arc in the air and land
on his chest, wetting the hairs. Bob yelled in
helpless joy as a second thick stream shot from his
dark purple tip. Bob's loud "YAAAHHHH" rang in my ears
as Clark's fingertips relentlessly pulled the orgasm
from him.
The gushes slowed, then stopped, and Bob relaxed.
Clark let go, and I grasped his shaft carefully, aware
that his tip was too tender to touch at the moment. My
fingertip ran up the underside of his shaft, milking
the drops of lubricant from his tube. Clark wiped
Bob's chest with a towel, then touched it to his
flowing tip to catch the dribbles. As Bob's cock
softened, I slipped the hood over the head.
"Man, I'm glad I was never cut," Bob said as he opened
his eyes. "That was so sensitive!"
Clark looked at me as Bob sat up. "Now we go to work
on you, and man do I have a surprise for you!" He
spread a towel over my chest and stomach.
I lay supine on the bed. Bob sat on my left and poured
a stream of lubricant over the end of my prick,
saturating the glans and foreskin.
"Your turn," said Bob as he stabilized my shaft with
his left hand and began working the fingertips of his
right hand lightly over my engorged purple helmet.
"Man, you've got a big one," Clark said as Bob's
fingers circled my rim, then probed underneath the
head to press the hot button there. His thumb wiped
across my pouting slit, spreading the clear droplet
that had filled it.
Clark approached from my right side, holding a big,
industrial strength vibrator about a foot long. He
pressed the vibrating head against the underside of my
shaft behind the glans and turned it on. A heavy,
intense buzzing filled my shaft and glans, and it made
me cry out sharply in blissful agony as my hard,
engorged prick throbbed in response. It felt as if I
was going to explode that very second, but I didn't,
as the build-up had a few seconds to go.
"Man, look at that cock-head get darker," Clark
commented as he kept pressing the vibrator against the
underside of my shaft. Bob's fingers were still
dancing over my tortured glans as the vibrations
filled my prick, and I felt myself slowly propelled
into the free fall of orgasm. My eyes closed, and I
was helpless as the sensations overwhelmed me. A hot
tingle tore into my glans, which was swollen more than
it ever had been, and felt ready to burst. My
cock-root throbbed in hard spasms and I felt the hot
rush of cream filling my tube. The stream burned its
way up to part the lips of my hole as it erupted into
the air.
My conscious mind was on "HOLD" as another hot gush
shot from my throbbing glans. Bob's fingers never let
up, and I felt the hot sensations from his fingertips
competing with the heavy rush from the vibrator. I
heard myself cry out helplessly in the distance, and I
floated on waves of sensation as my prick throbbed in
hot release and burning juice shot up my tube. I was
totally helpless in their hands, as they tortured the
orgasm from my throbbing prick.
Gradually, the sensations faded, and I came back to
the real world. I was alone in my recliner, the paper
towels covering my chest wet with my hot cream. My
cock still throbbed slightly, and I felt more drops of
juice crawling up my tube, but it was over. I'd had
another fantasy session with two of the hottest guys
I'd ever known.

The End