Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 07:55:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crotch-Watching, Adult Friends 1/1

Crotch-watching
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

In the spring of 1965 I was 27, and had never heard
the word "docking." However, that was the year of my
first such experience, which began while I was
engaging in one of my favorite pastimes,
crotch-watching, and trying not to be noticed peering.

I was in the company cafeteria, reading a book while
eating lunch, occasionally raising my eyes to look at
a crotch walking by me. On one of these occasions I
noticed a blond guy about my age at the next table
staring at my crotch. I'd been sitting with my legs
slightly apart, and as tight pants were the style
then, the outline of my prick was clear on the inside
of my left thigh. The shape of my high-ridged
cock-head was very visible, and I noticed that the
blond was also sitting with his legs apart to give me
a good view of the inside of his thigh. His
cylindrical bulge was also tipped with the familiar
glans and corona outline, and this excited my
curiosity.
Some think that if the outline of the head is visible
through clothing, the cock must be circumcised. That
isn't necessarily true, because my large,
helmet-shaped cock-head has a high ridge that shows
clearly through my thick foreskin, as well as my boxer
shorts and the material of my pants. The outline
running down the leg also suggests that its owner is
wearing boxer shorts, or even no shorts at all. I
wondered what the blond was wearing, and if he were
circumcised or otherwise.
I didn't wonder for long, because suddenly he raised
his eyes to mine, got up from his chair, and headed in
the direction of the men's room. It didn't take me
long to decide to follow, partly because I had to pee
too. Inside, he headed for a urinal and I took the one
next to him. This facility had partitions only between
toilet stalls, and there was no obstruction to our
sneaking looks at each other's equipment.
When I looked down at him out of the corner of my eye,
I saw a large helmet-shaped cock-head, which was no
surprise. Better yet, there was a thick, wrinkled roll
of skin behind the ridge, held back by his clasping
fingers as he poured his stream into the bowl. I
unzipped and half-skinned back my cock-head, because
that was all I needed to avoid splatter. I saw him
look down at my prick and hoped he liked what he saw.
When we'd finished we headed over to the sinks to wash
our hands, not because we'd wet our hands peeing but
because it gave us a chance to get acquainted and was
also the social convention. Personally, I take a
shower every day, and am sure that my cock is cleaner
than many people's mouths, judging from the number of
individuals I've encountered who have bad breath.
"My name's Gene," my companion said in a soft Southern
accent. "I work in accounting."
"I'm Jack," I replied. "I'm in engineering."
"Hot day today, isn't it?" he said, continuing the
small talk.
"Yes, it is. I think a cold beer would be great after
work. Want to come over to my place for one? I live
only a mile from here." I was almost certain he'd
accept my invitation, and it tuned out he did. Shortly
after five, he followed me home and pulled his car
into the parking slot next to mine at my apartment
complex, and we went inside. I pulled a couple of
bottles of beer from the refrigerator, and we drank
them with gusto. Gene told me he'd been born in
Arkansas, and was a year younger than I.
"I'm all hot and sweaty," I said. " Feel like a
shower? You're welcome to use my shower if you'd
like." Gene nodded and followed me into my bedroom,
where we stripped quickly. My curiosity about his
underwear was quickly satisfied. I saw he wore plain
vanilla boxer shorts, much like mine.
Stripping down gave us our first unobstructed look at
each other. Gene was a couple of inches shorter than
my six feet, with a more athletic build, and an oval
face that contrasted with my square-jawed countenance.
He was a natural blond, as I saw from his pubic bush,
while Gene saw that I had dark brown hair.
He looked at my prick, and saw its average size,
somewhat thin shaft with a big bulge near the front
where the head showed through, and a puckered nipple
beyond the glans. Gene's cock seemed to be about the
same size, but had more skin than mine beyond the
head, forming a very pendulous nozzle.
I stepped into the shower stall, saying; "You're
welcome to share with me," and Gene followed me
immediately. We soaked under the hot water for a
minute, until I handed him the soap. He ran the bar
down his body, front and back, then asked me;
Want me to do your back?" I told him "okay" and turned
around. I felt both his hands on my back, massaging as
he worked the lather into my skin. His arms came
around my body and he ran the bar of soap through my
pubic hair, working up lather. I felt his body
snuggled up against mine as he pulled me around to
face the shower stream that rinsed off the soap. He
replaced the soap on the shelf, then grasped my prick
and pulled my hood all the way back.
"Gotta rinse the head off too," he explained, and I
was glad he wasn't one of those guys who had been
brainwashed into thinking you have to scrub under your
foreskin with soap. It just doesn't get that dirty,
and a warm water rinse is always enough unless you're
a brake shop mechanic who always works nude. I felt
Gene's finger probe behind my rim, rubbing the mucus
from the deep groove, then he pulled my hood forward
to its original position.
We switched positions, and after I soaped his back, I
turned him to face me, because I wanted to see what I
was doing. I ran the soap through his pubic hair, then
stepped aside to let the water rinse off the suds.
Then I took his shaft in my left hand, and started
peeling back his foreskin with my right. I had to do
it in several stages to get the entire long and thick
hood behind his rim, then I ran my fingertip between
ridge and groove to clean out the mucus. I pulled back
harder on his foreskin to get the wrinkles out, and
made sure all of his prick-skin was rinsed before
bringing the hood back forward.
"That's a lot of skin you've got there," I remarked.
"That must give you a good long stroke when you jack
it."
"It does," he replied. "...but yours isn't short either.
I know you must get a good stroke too." I recited a
little ditty I'd heard years before:
"My foreskin's long
And nice and tight.
It looks so good
And feels so right."
"I know I've got foreskin to spare, but you've got
room for two cock-heads under that one," I added. That
was the moment we both got the same idea.
"Want to try fitting yours under my skin when we get
out of here?" he asked.
"I'd love it," I replied. We dried ourselves and
trooped back into the bedroom, cocks half-hard in
anticipation.
"You cum a lot?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, I shoot a big load, 'specially when I
haven't cum in a week, like now," he replied.
"Then I'd better spread this towel under us," I said.
Gene reached for my cock.
"This one's got a big head on it," he remarked,
squeezing my tip through the covering skin. "It's as
big as mine." My cock throbbed in his hand as my
cock-root contracted in response to his squeezes. I
grasped his prick's foreskin, and tugged on it gently
as my prick continued swelling.
"How far out does this stretch?" I asked.
"Try it and see," he replied. Now I clasped it in my
fist, and felt the core of his warm flesh swell
between my encircling fingers, and soon it was as
rigid as mine had become. I saw that my hard-on was
almost seven inches, and his was maybe a quarter-inch
shorter. Gene slowly pulled my hood back, revealing
the big purple helmet with a drop of pre-cum filling
its teardrop orifice. We switched to a "69" position
to get a better look at each other's equipment.
Now, with his cock full-hard, I pulled his foreskin
out by its tip, and saw that, even with his fully
swollen cock inside it, the hood stretched out another
couple of inches beyond the tip of his glans. I knew
he'd have room for me. With the core of Gene's cock
hard, it was a lot easier stripping his hood, and I
tugged the long skin slowly back to bring his big
glans into view. His cock-head had a big blunt nose,
like mine, but his slit was an oval, the lips parted
by a clear viscous drop. I saw that his ridge was as
high and flaring as mine, the back-face darker than
the front. The delicious odor of his cock pleased me,
and I inhaled deeply.
"Hey, you've got the same little studs as me behind
your ridge," Gene remarked. I saw what he meant, as we
both had tiny purple studs, protruding nerve endings,
on the back-faces of our ridges.
"That's why our tips are so sensitive," I suggested.
Gene's long foreskin formed a thick wrinkled ring
behind his ridge, and I pulled back more to see how
far back it would go. That stretched his gee-string
under the head, and I saw his glans dip down in the
direction of his balls. I let go, and the head came
back up as I gently tickled the hairs on his balls
with my fingertips. His cock bobbed up and down as I
did this, and I knew I was making his cock-root
contract.
Gene tickled my ball-hairs, and we saw my bare-headed
cock, foreskin retracted as Gene had left it, also bob
as my cock-root convulsed. I felt Gene's soft warm
lips kiss my naked tip, gently on the rounded dome in
front. Then his lips moved to engulf my glans down to
the rim. I kissed his warm purple tip, feeling its
glassy smooth surface against my lips. I saw a drop of
clear fluid part the lips of Gene's cum-hole, and I
delicately lapped it up with my tongue, savoring the
salty taste and thick viscous body of his pre-cum. I
felt Gene's tongue work down behind my rim, and into
the groove behind it.
"Hey, now that your tip's naked, let me take care of
that." We switched around and Gene brought his hard
cock tip to tip with mine. The big purple heads
touched, and I felt the exciting warmth of his flesh
against mine. Gene slowly slid his hood forward,
covering his tip, then grasped the opening between his
fingers, stretching it wide as he engulfed my glans
with it. The blunt nose of my sensitive tip met his
inside the fleshy tunnel, and the contact made both of
our cocks throb with excitement. Gene began slowly
sliding his hood back and forth over both swollen
cock-heads, and I felt our arousal build as I looked
into his blue eyes. There was no need to speak,
because we both knew what was about to happen, and how
we would react. Both our turgid tips took in the
sensations, feeling the sensual smooth contours of the
other, our lubricated contact bringing us closer to
the peak.
My cock-head felt warm, and a slight tickle began in
the rim as Gene continued to move his skin back and
forth, caressing our sensitive nerve endings. It felt
like an urge to pee, which I knew was the precursor of
my climax, and knew that we'd be crossing the
threshold soon. Gene's cock-head, which had felt
somewhat spongy, now hardened against mine, and I knew
this was his final swelling. His voice broke into my
consciousness:
"Your tip's swelling, getting' harder. You're real
close." I realized that my excitement was as apparent
to him as his had been to me.
"Any moment," I replied, reaching out to tickle his
balls again. I wanted him to have the utmost in
sensation I could provide, because his warm, clasping
fingers were bringing me inexorably closer to the
brink. I felt a large drop of fluid slowly crawl up my
tube towards my bulging head.
Gene kept moving his long skin over our cock-heads,
and I felt the tickle in my glans change to a hot
tingle. I took a deep breath, then felt myself going
into the free-fall of orgasm as my cock-head exploded
in sensation. My eyes closed. I heard Gene cry out as
his fist tightened on our cocks, and the first hot
rush of jism gushed up my tube. My cock throbbed as
the jet erupted from my tip, bathing Gene's turgid
glans, and I felt his tip throb against mine as the
hot rush of cum from his washed over mine. Our cum
streams mixed inside Gene's hood, and our cocks pumped
another load.
We were both sobbing in ecstasy as our swollen
cock-heads disgorged jet after jet against each other,
the hot fluid adding to our sensations. It felt as if
all my insides were pumping out through my prick,
leaving me drained and empty. My cock-head became so
sensitive that I thought I couldn't take any more, but
Gene's insistent fist stroked his fleshy foreskin o
ver both our heads again and again, drawing more juice
from our bodies. Our tortured tips spurted their last
drops, and we watched the white cream seep from under
Gene's long hood onto the towel.
"Wow, that was a lot," I breathed as Gene's fleshy
covering drew back from my tip, which I saw was coated
with white. A large dollop of cum, maybe two
tablespoons, dripped onto the towel. I grabbed a few
tissues from the box on the table and wiped the excess
juice from my purple glans. Gene's skin had stopped
pulling back, and still covered his tip. I grasped it
and drew it back behind his rim, tugging hard to keep
it in place now that his cock was softening. I wiped
the cum from his cock-head, then slid his ample hood
forward again.
Our cocks, damp but still warm, shrank back to normal
as we lay beside each other, savoring the beautiful
after-glow and enjoying each other's closeness. Gene
clasped my hand, and I placed my other hand on his
crotch, cupping his beautiful cock and ample balls,
and we fell asleep that way.

The End