Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 12:30:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Contrast, Adult Friends and Beginnings.

Contrast

By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     I'd met Gerry through a mutual friend, and he had a low-key, friendly
manner, much like mine We got along so well that he invited me to come see
him that Saturday. When I arrived that morning, he greeted me at the door
wearing only a bathrobe, and invited me in. He was about my age, 30, and
somewhat shorter than my six feet. We both had brown hair and eyes, and his
build was slightly more thick-set than my slender one. He led me to the
kitchen, where he poured out coffee for us, and we sat down to talk.

     "I think we have a lot in common," he began. I nodded agreement and he
continued. "We both like coffee, and have similar tastes in clothes, but
these are trivial. The real similarity is that we enjoy sex play with
guys." Again, I nodded, glad to find out that we'd be having a mutual
session that morning.

     "You're barely dressed," I said. "Perhaps I should strip down." He
nodded, smiling, and I quickly stripped off my shirt, shoes, pants, and
boxers, setting them on the chair next to mine. I saw his eyes were fixed
on my crotch, which didn't surprise me at all.

     "I see one difference," he said as he slipped out of his bathrobe. I
saw that our pricks were of similar size, about three inches soft, but the
big contrast was that his prick had a long thick foreskin covering a
bulbous glans, whereas my prick was bare-headed.

     "Yeah, unfortunately mine was cut when I was born," I said. "I'm glad
you're not cut, because I really like pricks with foreskins, especially one
like yours." He began sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head,
slowly and sensually. I moved my chair closer to his and said:

     "Let me." as I reached for his prick. He removed his hand and reached
for mine, gently squeezing my glans. I grasped his still soft prick and
slowly skinned it back, playing gently with the foreskin that I envied. The
front dome of his helmet came into view, parted by the lips of his long
pee-slit, already seeping natural lubricant. His prick had a clean musky
aroma that I enjoyed smelling.  Our erections came quickly and I saw that
we both had about six inches hard.

     "We're both `growers'," he said.

     "We're about the same size hard," I added, "but you've got a foreskin
and I don't."

     "Lots of guys are cut," he said. "You're not the only one. I think it
looks good with the head visible, especially a nice one like yours."

     "I know, but I really wish I wasn't cut," I replied. "I wish I had a
nice long foreskin like yours. You've got a really hot looking helmet, big
enough so that the shape shows through your foreskin. I love playing with a
foreskin."

     "Well, although you've got a handsome dick, I like it that I'm
uncut. Now just imagine that it's yours while you're stroking it," he
suggested. "That should make it more exciting for you."

     "It does!" I affirmed. "I really like this!"

     "Our tips are about the same," Gerry pointed out. "Both helmet type,
with flaring ridges."

     "Yours is smooth and glossy, though, because you're not
circumcised. It's more sensitive, isn't it?"

     "I think so," he answered. "Uncut guys are usually more sensitive. Our
slits are different, though. Yours pouts like a teardrop now that you're
hard.  Mine is still a slit."

     "Yes but your slit's longer than mine," I said. "Do you shoot or
dribble?"

     "I shoot hard when I come. How about you?"

     "I shoot too, but not as far as I did when I was 16. Then, I used to
shoot three or four feet."

     "Me too," he said. "I used to shoot that far too, back then, but only
if I kept the skin back. If I kept the skin forward while I was shooting,
it just dribbled out of the opening." While he was speaking I saw his balls
go tight against his body, a sure sign of his mounting excitement.

     "Your dick's really beautiful," he said. "One thing I like about cut
dicks is that I know they're clean. With an uncut guy the first time I
never know if he washed that morning." He leaned over and I felt his lips
engulf my swollen helmet, tongue-tip probing my pouting orifice. As I'd
seen his prick was squeaky-clean, I bent over and wrapped my lips around
the exposed head, pushing my tongue into his long slit. We continued like
that for a minute, and then he pulled away and straightened up. I did too.

     We continued stimulating each other, but as I didn't have a foreskin,
the most he could do was to grasp my shaft skin and bring it up to bump
against the base of my helmet. He alternated this with lightly running his
fingertips around my corona. His touch had to be light to avoid giving me a
friction burn on the tender glans.

     "It's so much easier to stroke your prick," I said. "That foreskin
slides so smoothly."

     "I know," he said. "I've stroked a lot of cut guys, since most guys in
this country are like you and need lubricant. I've got some in the bedroom.
Let's go in there." He led me to his bedroom, filled by a
comfortable-looking queen size bed. He spread a large towel in the center
and picked up a bottle of hand lotion from the bedside table. We sat on the
towel side by side.

     "That'll work," I told him. "I've used it before."

     "It's a good moisturizer. It's good for your dry tip." He squirted
some into his hand and wrapped his fingers around my hard prick. The lotion
felt cold at first, but warmed within a few seconds. The smooth but firm
friction as he worked his fist up and down my shaft and glans was very
arousing, and I felt my scrotum draw up tightly against my body.

     "That feels very good," I told him. "You're an expert at it."
Meanwhile, I continued working his foreskin up and down.

     "It should be," he replied. "I've had a lot of practice stroking cut
guys." On each up-stroke he twisted his fist around my flaring rim, adding
to the sensations.

     "You're making me very hot, but I'm sure you're going to come first,
since your prick's got a foreskin. The few uncut guys I know have
firecracker pricks."

     "Okay," Gerry said, "but when I start to come, stop stroking me. My
dick gets super-sensitive when I come." I nodded agreement and began to
slide his ample foreskin up and down his prick in long, sensual strokes,
pulling down to bare the shapely purple helmet and its sexy flaring ridge,
and then tugging farther to put tension on his gee-string, stretching its
nerve endings and pulling his glans down.

     Now the tension in Gerry's body was near its breaking point, and his
shallow but rapid breathing told me that his orgasm was near. I slowed my
pace, wanting to draw the last stage out as much as I could. Gerry lay back
on the bed to relax and enjoy the sensations. I knew that his mind was not
filled with the feelings in his prick because he had stopped stroking me,
although his fingers were still wrapped around my rock-hard prick.

     "I can feel you're right on the edge, Gerry. I want to keep you there
for a few seconds before you unload." His helmet had engorged with more
blood and gone into its final swelling, hardening even more, with the
flaring corona standing out more sharply than before. Drops of lubricant
oozed from his long slit, making his long foreskin slide easily over the
swollen head. I pulled his foreskin up, engulfing the helmet and stretching
it forward of the glans. I drew his foreskin down again, once more making
the front of his glans dip with the tension on his frenulum. Gerry's left
hand had clenched into a fist, and I saw his legs trembling slightly. Once
more, I drew the foreskin up, stretching it beyond the end of his glans,
and then back down as far as I could. I knew he was right on the brink and
gave it a couple of short fast pumps, bumping his corona, and this sent him
hurtling over the edge. I felt his right hand clamp spasmodically on my
prick as his eyes snapped shut.

     "AAAAAAHHHHHH!"  he cried out as the shattering sensations overtook
him. As I felt the first throb in his prick, I pulled his foreskin all the
way up and held it there with my thumb and forefinger, pinching the end
shut. He first stream blasted out, trapped by the foreskin, and then he
howled again and another throb told me that his second gush had erupted
into his foreskin, which was starting to swell with the volume. Gerry
grunted and groaned, loudly and helplessly, filling the air with his cries
as his prick throbbed again and blew another load into his ballooning
hood. I knew that the hot fluid swirling around his bloated super-sensitive
helmet was enhancing the sensations for him.

     I was enjoying the sight and the sounds of his intense climax, and
continued to pinch the end of his magnificent foreskin to keep the sperm
from leaking out.  His face was contorted, another sign that he was deeply
into his orgasm, and I knew that his awareness of the world outside his
body had faded completely. His prick throbbed again as his hips lifted off
the bed, and his ballooning foreskin swelled even more. He moaned loudly as
another spasm gripped him, and his ample foreskin expanded with the inrush
of juice. I wasn't worried about the pressure tearing his foreskin or doing
any damage, because I knew that the foreskin is very flexible tissue, and
stretches like no other tissue in the human body.

     A softer moan escaped his lips and I barely felt this throb. His
orgasm was ending and he'd just be seeping a few drops from now on. He
gradually relaxed and his breathing returned to normal. His fingers had
loosened their grip on my prick. He lay still for about a minute and then
opened his eyes.

     "Oh, that was terrific!" he said. "That hit me like an express train."
I pointed to his prick and he raised his head to look and his ballooning
foreskin. "So that's what you did. That hot juice running around the head
put me on Cloud Nine." I helped him get off the bed and into the bathroom,
where I held his prick over the sink and released my grip. A gush of thick
viscous juice poured from the orifice and his foreskin shrank back to
normal. I turned on the warm water and pushed his foreskin back to expose
the white-coated helmet.

     "Is your tip still too sensitive to touch? I asked.

     "No, it's okay. It's just super-sensitive while I'm coming and a few
seconds after." I cupped my other hand under the faucet and poured some
warm water over his glans, rubbing it gently to rinse off the residue. I
worked my finger into the deep groove between his corona and bunched-up
foreskin, removing the last traces of cream. I milked his urethra, forcing
the last drops out, and then poured warm water over his glans again. The
warm water stimulated his sphincter and within second a thick yellow stream
parted the lips of his long slit.

     "You've got a beautiful prick," I murmured into his ear. "I love to
handle it, skin it back, and rinse it off." I pushed his bunched-up
foreskin down over his now shrunken glans until it formed a nipple ahead of
the helmet. "I like the way it hugs the head, showing off its contours."

     "I like it too," he said. "I'm glad my skin is tight, compared to guys
who have loose floppy skins." His fingers closed around my prick, which was
still hard from the excitement of handling his, and began to work back and
forth, slowly and sensually.

     "Now it's your turn to come," he said. He kissed me on the lips and
led me back into the bedroom. "Here, lie on your side and I'll do something
special to make you come." I lay on my left side, my prick over the center
of the towel, and he slid in behind me after taking something from the
drawer. I heard a buzzing sound.

     "This is a vibrator, the powerful plug-in kind," he explained. "It's
great for cut guys because the vibrations reach the deep-seated nerve
endings. You're going to get an intense and powerful climax from this." He
continued stroking my prick, but now each time he pulled his fingers off my
glans he touched the buzzing business end of the vibrator to the front
dome. My prick twitched in response, and then he removed the vibrator and
stroked up again, twisting his fingers around my swollen helmet. I felt my
excitement risging fast.

     "That's terrific," I gasped. "I've never felt anything like it." I saw
my helmet swelling a little more from the inrush of blood, the ridge
flaring out and glossy from the lotion.

     "I've only got it on low speed," Gerry told me. "I want it to last so
that you can enjoy the ride."

     "I'm going to come very soon," I answered. "I'm very close now." The
insistent buzzing in my glans, combined with the wet friction of his
fingers, was pushing me inexorably toward climax.

     "Go ahead, let yourself come," he said. "When you start coming I'm
going to switch this to high and you'll feel a climax like you never felt
before." I felt drops of natural lubricant crawling up my urethra, seeping
from my pouting orifice to blend with the slippery lotion. Gerry's strong
fingers, stroking my prick and massaging my sensitive ridge sideways, would
have been enough to make me come, but the added sensations the vibrator was
pouring into my prick were making my nerve endings vibrate. My breathing
was shallow and rapid.

     "Any second," I whispered as my eyes closed and I began withdrawing
from the outside world, my consciousness dominated by the intense feelings
in my prick.  More drops of lubricant tickled my urethra in their journey
forward. A familiar tickle filled my glans, and I knew that when it turned
into a tingle I'd be right on the brink. Gerry sensed this, for he said:

     "When you start coming, I'm going to press the vibrator into the sweet
spot under your helmet and make you see stars." As he spoke, a memory
flashed through my brain: the first time I'd masturbated to orgasm. I'd
seen stars before my eyes and my prick had become too super-sensitive to
touch. The sensations had been so intense that I was frightened, thinking
I'd broken something inside.

     Now my glans was tingling, and I felt a powerful throb deep inside me
as stars exploded in front of my eyes and the vibrator pressed into the
triangular groove on the underside of my helmet. My first powerful gush of
sperm rushed up my urethra, so hot that it seared the lining, and exploded
out of my gaping orifice. I cried out helplessly and Gerry continued to
pour the powerful vibrations into the delta under my glans, sending hot
sparks of sensation all over my prick down to the root. I cried out again
as another hot jet shot up my tube, an ecstatic sensation that numbed my
mind.

     "AAAAAHHHHHHH!"  I yelped as a third high-pressure torrent filled my
urethra and slammed through my meatus. My entire body was trembling and I
felt my face contorting as if I were being tortured. The root of my prick
throbbed again, sending another hot stream of juice hurtling up my
straining prick as tears came to my eyes and I moaned loudly. I was totally
helpless in Gerry's hands, caught up n the towering sensations of orgasm,
enhanced by the vibrator's magic buzzing.

     My body jerked as I cried out again in response to another throb deep
inside that sent a fifth burning flood of fluid up my prick. A weaker throb
in the root of my prick told me my orgasm was ending, and I was left
sobbing helplessly as the powerful vibrations continued to stab into my
nerve endings. There was a slight tickling feeling as a few drops continued
to dribble from my orifice. Finally, the vibrations stopped, and I felt my
erection subsiding as I slipped into the daze that always follows my
orgasm.

     A couple of minutes later, when I opened my eyes, I saw Gerry smiling
down at me.  He spoke:

     "Man, that really hit you hard. You shot a really heavy load, at least
as much as I did."

     "You get it hit me hard, Gerry. That vibrator was terrific, especially
when you switched it t high speed and hit my hot spot with it."

     "As I said, vibrator are good for cut guys," he told me. For most
guys, cut or uncut, the hot spots are the rim and the groove on the
underside."

     "I know that vibrator was good. You made me start coming just with the
low speed.  Hell, I would have come just from your stroking me."

     "Yeah, but I wanted you to have a terrific experience you'll remember
for a long time." I pulled him down to me and kissed him on the lips. He
pulled me up and into the bathroom with him.

     "Let's take a shower," he suggested. As we were both sweaty from our
exertions, I quickly assented. Under the hot water, the sweat rinsed from
our bodies. I saw Gerry pull his long foreskin back to lodge behind his
flaring corona. A thick yellow stream flowed from his long slit. The hot
water flowing over my naked glans made my sphincter relax and my stream
joined his, flushing out any residue from my urethra. Our pricks were
toally limp now, and had shrunk to the dimensions I'd seen when we'd first
undressed. I saw that he'd finished, and I reached out to milk his urethra,
and pull hs foreskin down over the head.

     "I like the way your skin's so form-fitting," I said.

     "I know you do," he replied. "I like it too."

     "We'll have to get together next week," I suggested.

     "I'd like that."

The End.