Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2012 09:23:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cum Club, Part 11, Adult Friends

Cum Club, Part 11

By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

     This story is dedicated to my most devoted fan, "Tim."

Cast of characters:
CUT               UNCUT
Paul               Jerry
Ray               Me
Walter          Gary
James          Fred
Oliver          Larry
Chet
Albert
John



     A week later, I walked in to find Paul sitting in front of the large
flat screen TV watching a European porn video. He was casually stroking his
prick, but wasn't fully hard. He seemed preoccupied and I asked him:

     "Hey Paul, is anything wrong?" He turned his head and replied:

     "Ray was supposed to meet me here, but I got a call a few minutes ago
from him. He can't make it today because his daughter's sick and he had to
take her to the doctor"

     "Nothing serious, I hope," I said.

     "Just the usual sore throat," he told me. "Paul said she's had that a
lot this year. Something going around in her school." As he spoke, I began
stripping down.

     "So you're watching a video but I can see your heart isn't in it," I
commented.

     "Yeah, but you could say my hard-on isn't in it," he replied. "It's
not the same doing it alone." I finished undressing, placing my clothes on
a chair at the side of the room, and sat down next to him. I grasped his
prick and began squeezing the tip.

     "Now I know that feels good," I told him as I continued the rhythmic
squeezes.

     "Oh, it does, Jack. I'm glad you came along, especially since I like
to play with that delicious foreskin you've got." He picked up the nipple
of my foreskin and began tugging lightly on it, rolling it between his
thumb and index finger.

     "That's doing it for me," I told him as I felt my prick starting to
fill out. Now Paul's prick was fully hard, the sculpted helmet bulging with
blood. "When I last saw you, you and Ray were into the buddy sleeve. Would
you like to do that today?"

     "That would be nice but what I'd really like is for your to dock me,
since you've got that long foreskin," he answered. Now he had me fully
hard, and began to work my hood gently up and down, gradually uncovering
the helmet in successive strokes.

     "You're right in that my foreskin's long, but it really isn't long
enough to take a helmet the size of yours or Ray's. The only guy I
successfully docked here is Chet, because he's got such a small tip."
Paul's face fell, and he said:

     "Well, I guess we'll have to use the buddy sleeve."

     "There's another way," I suggested. "My foreskin's just not long
enough to cover both your tip and mine when we're both hard. However, if
you make me come first, I'll go soft and be able to take your tip inside
me."

     "Okay, I'll do you first. I'll make you come but don't worry about
keeping me hard, Jack. I'll get hard enough once my tip's inside your
skin." He stepped up the pace of his stroking, and I felt my excitement
mount.

     "At this rate you'll have my load in a couple of minutes," I reassured
him.

     "I can jerk you off, but I'd really like to taste that foreskin," he
said.  "That okay with you? I've never tasted an uncut cock before." I
nodded affirmatively and he stopped stroking me, just lodging my thick hood
behind my corona.

     Now that you're skinned back I'll be able to work on your fat helmet,"
he said hungrily as he lowered his head. I felt his lips envelop my glans
down to the corona, and then his tongue-tip began drilling into my pouting
meatus.

     "That's very good, Paul," I told him. "I like it when your tongue goes
into my hole." I felt him drill my meatus, then lap it side to side, and
then up and down, all the while his lips caressed my flaring corona. One of
his hands was stabilizing my shaft while the other cupped my balls, and I
knew he was intent on stimulating me hard to make my orgasm arrive
quickly. I also knew we wouldn't need a towel, as he'd be swallowing all of
my exudates.

     "I'm getting hotter," I told him. "You'll have me coming in a minute
if you keep that up." His response was to twist his head, his lips
producing that delightful sideways friction around my corona, which sent
more thrills into my body.

     "Ooooohhhhh," I began moaning softly as the sensations filled my prick
and balls, and I began withdrawing into myself, anticipating the hot thrill
of the orgasm I knew was seconds away. Now his lips were producing an
insistent tickle in my corona, and his tongue continued to torture my
pouting slit.

     The tickle changed to a hot tingle that filled my helmet, and a second
later a shock wave traveled down my shaft to the root, triggering the first
hard spasm. I felt the burning gush of cream pouring into my urethra as I
let out a howl of joyful agony, and I felt it searing its way up my tube to
pour into his waiting mouth. Another hot jet shot from my prick and I felt
his lips tighten down even more around my flange to avoid losing any of the
viscous liquid. I felt the hot cream swirling around my throbbing tip as I
shot another stream.

     Now the mind-numbing orgasm began to fade and I felt my gushes
becoming weaker, finally slowing to a slight oozing. Paul's tongue swirled
around my engorged glans lapping away the residue, as he milked my urethra
to push the last drops forward. I began to relax as my prick began to
shrink.

     "Give me a minute," I said. "My prick has to be utterly limp to make
room for your big tip inside my foreskin." It was shrinking, second by
second, and finally I felt able to engulf his helmet inside my foreskin. To
my surprise, he hadn't gone soft at all, possibly because of the vicarious
excitement of watching and feeling my orgasm, or maybe it was the
anticipation of being docked.

     "Let's get into the bedroom," I said. "We should be lying down for
this." He followed me into the nearest bedroom, where we arranged ourselves
face to face.

     "Now let's get a couple of drops of Astroglide on your tip, so that it
can slide in easily," I suggested. He shook a couple of drops from the
squeeze bottle onto his glans and spread it over its convex contours,
making it slippery enough to slide easily inside my hood. I pressed my
pucker against the front dome of his helmet and pushed it onto it, the
orifice spreading as it progressed up his taper.

     "Can you get it all the way back to my rim?" he asked. By way of an
answer, I continued pushing until hs big glans was engulfed right to the
corona, while stabilizing his shaft with my left hand.

     "Now just lie still," I instructed him. "I'll work my foreskin around
your tip to let you feel what a foreskin is like." I began sliding my
foreskin back and forth over his engorged glans, giving it a twist around
his corona. I found that I was able to stretch it even more, so that the
end of my foreskin dropped into the deep groove behind his rim, thereby
stroking the back face of his corona to give him extra sensations.

     "I won't be able to reach your scar ring," I told him. "It's about an
inch behind your rim, and my foreskin just can't stretch that far." Paul's
helmet was pressing against my shrunken one as I stroked him.

     "Oh, that feels so hot, Jack," he moaned as I worked on his glans. "I
wish we'd done this earlier. It doesn't matter that you can't reach my
scar- it still feels so hot." Some of the lubricant had run down his shaft
and I used this to give him a twisting motion around his brown scar with my
left hand's thumb and index finger. This provoked a reaction:

     "Oh, that's great, Jack. It feels like my entire cock's on fire." His
breathing became irregular and gasping as the flood of sensations took
hold. The big vein on the right side of his shaft was bulging, and I felt
his helmet harden through my foreskin. It felt very hot inside my hood.

     "You're getting harder," I observed. "You haven't got long to go at
this rate. Want me to stop or ease off a little?" I asked.

     "No, Jack," he gasped. "I'm so hot now I really need to unload fast."

     "I can feel how hot you are," I told him. "You're really leaking lube
now." There was steady ooze from the edge of my foreskin, the viscous fluid
traveling down the shaft to lubricate my fingers that were encircling and
stimulating his scar. His legs began to tremble, and I knew that a few more
seconds would force the orgasm from his prick. He wrapped an arm around my
shoulders, pulling me to him.

     Paul's eyes closed and his entire body began to shudder as the orgasm
built up inside him. Now I felt a powerful htrob inside my foreskin as his
glans reacted, and he cried out helplessly as the first wave hit. I felt a
thick gush of hot fluid flood my foreskin, swirling around my shrunken tip
as he unloaded. Another jet erupted from his throbbing helmet, making my
foreskin bulge, the excess leaking out around the front edge of my
tightly-stretched hood onto the towel I'd placed between us.

     He cried out again as he shot another thick stream into my hood, and
his straining body began to thrust his prick deeper into my foreskin. The
hot stream swirled around my soft glans, flowing over it and back into the
deep groove behind my rim. I felt another hot throb in his thick helmet as
the fourth gush poured out, and now my fingers holding the foreskin over
his glans became wet and slippery, losing their grip. My foreskin began to
slide back, leaving his glans wet and naked. I worked my left fist up along
his shaft, encircling not only his scar ring but his corona as it came
exposed, twisting to give him an added thrill.

     The last hot jet erupted from his slit and now he was just oozing,
although his breathing was still rapid and gasping. I felt the orgasm fade
from his body, and he began to relax, exhausted from the violence of his
climax. His prick began to soften between my fingers, and soon he was as
limp as I was.

     "That was so hot," he whispered as we lay together, enjoying each
other's body heat. His limp penis had slipped out of my hood and was
dripping residual semen onto the towel. I reached behind his scrotum to
milk his urethra and force out the last drops, and he sighed with
pleasure. My hood was also dripping, having been filled by his forceful
ejaculations, and hot semen oozed from the pucker at the end. We both felt
tired, and instead of getting up for the usual showers we fell asleep in
each other's arms.



Concluded in Part 12