Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 08:04:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cum Club, Part 2, Adult Friends

Cum Club, Part 2

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



     Walter and Gary walked in a couple of minutes after Jerry and I had
finished. We were just getting ready to take a shower when Walter and Gary
stripped down. Jerry turned on the shower and we shared the spray of hot
water. We skinned back to enjoy the delicious sensation of hot water
sluicing over our bared helmets.  This forced the urge to pee, and we let
go, watching the yellow streams mixing in the bottom of the shower
stall. As we weren't really dirty, just sweaty, a quick hot rinse was
enough for us, and we dried ourselves and joined Walter and Gary, sitting
on a couch across from theirs.

     Walter was slipping Gary's foreskin up and down his arrow-head shaped
glans, while Gary was sliding his fist slowly up and down Walter's
lubricated circumcised prick. Erect, Walter was about 7" long. Walter's
helmet was exactly the same size as mine, but appeared bigger, with a
larger corona, because he didn't have a bunched foreskin filling the neck
of his shaft. Instead there was a deep groove that made his rim stand
out. His tip was pink, not purple like mine, and instead of a pouting
orifice he had a long slit, like Jerry had. Without lubricant, his tip was
dry and leathery, not glossy the way the glans is on an intact penis. He
had a deep vee-groove on the underside of his glans, as the doctor who'd
removed his foreskin at birth had not been satisfied merely amputating his
hood, but had totally excised his frenulum as well.

     "I love the taste of his lube," Walter said. Gary's pointed glans was
seeping lubricant, and as this wasn't essential because Gary's foreskin
slid up and down easily, Walter paused several times on the down-stroke so
that he could lick the excess.

     The differences in glans shape and size had always fascinated me, and
I saw a variety in the Cum Club. Some had helmets like mine. Gary had an
arrow-head, a conical glans with a large corona tapering markedly toward
the front, almost coming to a point. This is also sometimes called the
"strawberry" type.

     Another member, James, had a mushroom shaped head, much like mine but
without a flare to the corona. Some people say that circumcision, by
removing the constricting foreskin, allows the corona to blossom out fully,
but James had been circumcised as a newborn baby, judging by the thick
brown Gomco ring behind his glans, and his corona had no flare at all. By
contrast, my glans, covered by a long thick and tight foreskin, had a
corona that blossomed out in an attractive flare once I drew back my
hood. Even with my foreskin forward, my rim showed through prominently.

     Fred, another member whose prick had been left natural, had a round,
"plum-shaped" glans fully covered by a thin foreskin when he was limp, but
which retracted as soon as his prick started to become erect, because his
prick was a "grower." When he was hard, I could just bring the foreskin up
over his corona, rubbing and compressing it, but not over the entire glans.

     "I remember that when I was just a kid," he'd told me once, "that my
cock had a long nipple on it. The nipple was as long as the body of my
cock.  Then, when I hit puberty and my cock started developing, it grew
almost of out of its skin. Now I have just enough to cover the tip, but you
see when it gets hard it folds right back. I sometimes wish I had enough
skin to cover the tip when hard, like you do. You have a lot more fun
stroking it because you can take a really long stroke, from rim right to
the end."

     Oliver, circumcised at birth, had an elongated, narrow,
"almond-shaped" glans, His corona had the barest flare, and his tip came
almost to a point, with a small slit that formed a perfect circle when
distended by a stream of urine or sperm. His circumcision scar was not the
usual ring, but vee-shaped, suggesting that the doctor had done a free-hand
job on him instead of using a clamp, because of the extreme rake of his
corona. Because his glans isn't very wide, and his corona isn't prominent,
some take him for uncircumcised when the outline of his prick showed
through tight clothing.

     Larry, one of our intact members, had a "bell-shaped" glans hiding
under his foreskin. His corona flared, like my helmet-shaped tip, but the
flare went all around it almost to where the two halves met underneath. His
corona was almost vertical, instead of slanted like mine.

     While we all had pricks that measured between five and seven inches
overall erect, glans size varied as well as shape. Chet, circumcised at
birth, had a shaft somewhat thicker than mine, but a small glans only about
3/4 the width of the shaft. His tip was what some would call an "acorn."
Because of this, the outline of his glans never showed through clothing,
and some took him for uncircumcised as well.

     Some coronas, such as mine, had little studs of nerve endings that
protruded slightly when soft and engorged with erection. I suspected that
those with those little nerve buds were more sensitive than those without.

     I'd had a chance to study all of the members' pricks, and I'd noted
that the meatus varied as well. Most of us had orifices that were just
slits when we were soft, except for John, whose meatus was open and
round. When he got hard, it remained open and round, but somewhat
larger. Slits varied in length from about 1/4" to over 1/2", and some
slits, such as mine, pouted with erection. Mine was about 1/4" soft, and
with erection lengthened to form a 3/8" teardrop. Ray's slit also pouted
when his glans swelled.

     Just as there were variations in the glans, the foreskins also
varied. Some were long and others were short. Some were tight like mine,
and others looser, like Jerry's. They also varied in thickness. Mine was
thick and Jerry's was thin.  There were also variations in those who did
not have foreskins, because some circumcision scars were perfect circles,
and others were jagged. Some were exactly perpendicular to the shaft, and
others angled. Location also varied, some high on the shaft and others just
behind the corona, and all points in between. Our consensus was that it was
better to leave the foreskin on because the penis needed it to accommodate
growth during puberty. Comparing pricks, we'd all seen that some
circumcisions allowed little room for growth, leaving the owner with a
drum-tight shaft-skin that allowed no movement at all.

     Jerry and I watched as Walter's and Gary's scrotums drew up against
their bodies with excitement. We knew that part of Walter's excitement came
from handling a foreskin, which he had lacked since a few days after
birth. He pumped Gary's hood with fervor, forgetting that the natural penis
is more sensitive than the one that has been trimmed, and seemed surprised
when Gary began grunting and his prick began spurting long thick ropes of
cream. Gary threw his head back, eyes closed, enjoying the sublime
sensations of orgasm. He'd stopped stroking Walter's prick as soon as he'd
begun shooting.

     All through Gary's orgasm, Walter had been avidly lapping up the jets
that shot from his throbbing glans. Near the end, he'd put his mouth
directly on the front of his tip to suck the last of the sperm. Then he
milked the shaft to force the residue forward, and lapped it up as it
emerged from Gary's slit.

     As soon as Gary's body has stopped shuddering, he began his descent
into the afterglow, the pleasant daze that follows orgasm. Walter was
sitting there unsatisfied, and I moved to his side and took his lubricated
prick in my fist.  I'd jacked him before, and knew he loved a long twisting
stroke that massaged his corona thoroughly. I began working his prick this
way, squeezing tighter than I'd squeezed Jerry's because I knew Walter's
prick needed more stimulation. His eyes locked with mine, and he began his
climb to the peak, moaning softly.

     I felt his glans expand and harden further between my fingers as it
went into its final swelling. A drop of clear fluid parted the lips of his
slit as he began grunting hard. The sensations were overtaking him, and his
eyes closed as he withdrew into himself, losing interest in the world
outside his body. He drew in a deep breath and I felt his prick pulse in my
hand as a thick jet of hot cream shot from his orifice. Walter grunted
loudly and then began going "HAH-HAH-HAH" as more spasms wracked his body,
making his prick jerk between my encircling fingers.

     I kept stroking him hard during his orgasm because I knew this gave
him pleasure.  Some pricks, especially intact ones, become overly sensitive
at the onset of orgasm, and any friction causes distress instead of
pleasure. Now Walter's orgasm was subsiding, and his orifice only seeped
sperm. I milked his urethra to force out the residue, starting behind the
scrotum and continuing right to the end of the glans. Then I blotted his
prick with the towel that had caught his streams as he lay back to rest.

     New members are required to masturbate in front of the rest of us as
an initiation rite. The reason for this ritual is to show the rest of us
how they like their pricks handled. Do they use lubricant or not? Do they
like fast or slow strokes? How much pressure do they enjoy? Do they like a
twisting action? Do they stop stroking when they start coming, or do they
stroke all the way through?

     Not all cut guys used lubricant. Those with loose cuts tended to pull
the remaining shaft skin up onto the glans, bumping and compressing the
corona. James, for example, had enough loose skin to cover half his glans
when he stretched it forward upon erection. Chet's glans was so small that
he was able to cover it completely with the remaining skin when
masturbating.

     Some intact guys just stroked the shaft, leaving the glans covered,
and this was enough to make them come. I liked long strokes that covered
and uncovered my glans, as did Jerry. Jerry and I also liked pulling on the
foreskin, stretching it forward as far as it would go. This was foreplay
before we got down to serious stroking. I enjoyed stroking using the
foreskin and bare-headed as well, as long as my prick was well-lubricated
to avoid friction burns. Walter's cut cock always needed lubrication, as
did Ray's and Paul's.

     The "sweet spot" varied with individuals. For most of us the glans was
the hot spot, but even there some said that the corona was most sensitive,
while others said the frenulum, if they had one, was the hottest spot. The
front of the glans was often very sensitive, especially when two guys went
head-to-head, pressing their tips together. For Paul, his circumcision scar
was almost as hot as his glans.

     Fred, although uncut, did not have enough foreskin length to dock
another guy. His hood retracted completely with erection, so the only way
he could enjoy docking was when a natural guy with enough foreskin docked
him. Most natural guys don't have enough length to accept an adult glans
inside their hoods when they're hard, so the expedient method is to come
first, and then accept the other guy's glans when the erection
subsides. This is the technique Jerry and I used to dock guys, except for
Chet's tip, which was small enough so that we could cover it with our hoods
while we were hard. Chet really enjoyed this, because one of the thrills of
docking is to feel the other guy's tip pulsing hard against yours while
you're coming.

     One day James, who is fascinated by foreskin since he had not had one
since he was about two days old, came over to me. He sat on the couch
beside me, and gently fingered the end of my prick, at first just lightly
touching the end of my foreskin nipple.

     "Don't do anything," he said. "Just let me play with it. You know how
I get off on foreskin." I relaxed as much as I could and let his fingers
explore my prick and its fleshy covering. His light touches were exciting,
and I felt my prick stir as it responded to the stimulation.

     "That feels good," I said. The warmth of his fingers was very
exciting, and produced a response in my prick.

     "I know it does," he replied. "I see your cock's already swelling a
little." Now he began gently pulling my foreskin nipple forward, stretching
it out to put tension on the nerve endings. He knew that tension can be as
erotic as friction, and he was giving me a variety of sensations to arouse
me.

     "You're getting bigger too, and I haven't even touched you," I pointed
out to him.  His prick was a "shower," about five inches when limp, and
grew only slightly with erection to about 6 1/4".

     "Just touching your uncut cock gets me excited," he said. You don't
have to touch me at all. I'll be hard in a minute or two." His prick
continued to swell as he gently squeezed my glans through its fleshy
covering. I sighed, as the sensations, although light, were becoming more
intense.

     "I like the way your skin still covers the head, even though you're
hard now," he said. "You sure have a lot of skin."

     "More fun to play with," I replied.

     "I like playing with your cock more than Fred's," he said. "As soon as
he gets hard, his skin pulls all the way back and he looks circumcised."

     "That's because he's a grower," I said.

     "Oh, Jack, you're a grower too, but you still have enough skin to keep
that big head covered." As he spoke, he began easing my foreskin down, a
millimeter at a time, and then pulling it forward again. After several such
strokes, he had pulled it back enough so that the front dome of my helmet
showed through the dime-sized opening.

     "You're stretching my foreskin out," I told him. "That stretchy
feeling is really hot." I felt a drop of prostate lubricant begin crawling
up my urethra.

     "I like the see the front of your big tip," he said. "Now you're hard
all the way and your hole's pouting like a tear-drop. That looks really
hot." I knew what he meant. I was glad my orifice pouted, like Ray's,
because I think it's more attractive than a slit. He ran a finger up the
underside of my shaft, pressing into my urethra, until a clear drop of lube
appeared in my pouting orifice.

     "Now you're lubing," he said. "That'll keep your big tip wet and
slippery while I stroke your skin over it." He pulled back harder on my
foreskin, uncovering a nickel-sized area of my front dome, and then pulled
it right up to enclose my glans completely, including the drop of
lubricant. Now he pulled back farther, until the edge of my foreskin was
poised on my corona. I saw that the surface was wetter and glossier than
before because of the clear viscous fluid that had spread inside my
foreskin.

     "You've got a drop on the end of your tip too," I pointed out to
him. I grasped his shaft lightly and began spreading the clear lubricant in
small circles around his slit. He sighed in delight and said:

     "I get a lot of lube. That's really good for jacking off. Some guys
are pretty dry, and they have to use artificial lube." I'd seen him
stroking his prick while watching a porn video on the flat-screen set we
have in the club's main room. He continued to seep lubricant as he slowly
stroked my foreskin and I kept spreading it over his large mushroom shaped
glans.

     "You're really getting worked up, James," I said. "Your balls are
tight against your body."

     "You too, Jack. Your balls are tight too." Now he was stroking my
foreskin with really long strokes, bringing it down far enough to expose
the corona and the deep groove behind it, and putting tension on my
frenulum. His prick had seeped enough lubrication so that I now encircled
it with my fingers and was massaging it in up-and-down strokes, my fingers
riding over his corona and compressing it.

     "I want it in my mouth," he said suddenly. "I love the taste of your
uncut cock." His head came down and his lips engulfed my helmet right to
the rim. The hot sensation made me gasp and I rearranged myself so that I
took his big mushroom into my mouth, tasting the salty lubricating fluid
that covered it. We slipped from the couch on to the carpeted floor, where
we got into a full "69" position. He continued to keep my hood retracted,
bunched up behid my flaring corona.

     We didn't speak any longer, as our mouths were otherwise
occupied. We'd done this before, and we both enjoyed the mutual oral. I
felt his rough tongue caressing the broad upper surface of my helmet,
working all the way back to the corona and dipping down into my groove. I
did the same to him, enveloping his corona with my lips while my tongue
lapped at his glans and probed his slit. I gripped the base of his shaft
between thumb and index finger and squeezed hard to constrict his veins and
stiffen his erection even more. He reacted by doing the same to me and I
felt my helmet swelling fully, the rim flaring out even more.

     I twisted my head so that my lips gave his corona sideways friction,
which I knew excites many guys more than straight up-and-down friction. He
responded with a gush of salty lubricant that coated my tongue. Suddenly I
felt him remove his mouth from my prick. He said:

     "I know you're more sensitive than I am, Jack. You come first and then
you can make me come" We both knew that simultaneous orgasms were not as
pleasurable as one after the other, when we could watch and feel the
other's orgasm fully. If we came together, we'd each be withdrawn into
ourselves, our senses overwhelmed by our own orgasms, and less aware of the
other guy. I felt his mouth engulf my helmet again, but this time his lips
moved past my corona to caress the drawn-back foreskin and some of my shaft
skin. I slowed my efforts on his prick so that I could concentrate on my
own sensations.

     I felt James' tongue-tip drilling my pouting meatus, giving me an
additional sensation, and I knew he was tasting my lube too. His lips
worked up and down my prick, twisting with each stroke to maximize my
sensations. Now I felt a tickle in my rim, and another tickle at the front
dome of my helmet where his tongue was still drilling into my orifice. I
removed my mouth from his prick, in case my jaw clenched during the coming
storm.

     Suddenly, I felt his teeth scrape down the broad upper surface of my
engorged helmet, starting at the crest of the corona and following the
taper down to the front dome. Hot sparks of sensation shot into my glans,
turning the tickle into an intense tingle, and now I felt a spasm deep
inside me as my first ejaculation surged into my urethra. I cried out
helplessly as the storm of orgasm washed over me and the cream seared its
way up my tube. My eyes were closed, so I didn't see his Adam's apple bob
as he swallowed my sperm.

     Another convulsion wracked the root of my prick and another burning
stream hurtled up my urethra to gush into his waiting mouth. I was moaning
mindlessly, withdrawn into myself, my awareness of the world outside my
body dimmed as I focused on the glorious sensations filling my prick.

     The root of my prick underwent another jolt as the third gush shot up
through my penis. James' lips continued twisting around my helmet, as he
knew that I enjoyed stimulation all through my orgasm. Two weaker spasms
followed and then it was over. I felt my body relax as the tension left it,
and I opened my eyes.  James was milking my prick carefully, drawing
forward the residue of my climax, and I smelled the odor of chlorine. Some
guys, including myself, have sperm that smells like chlorine.  James does
not.

          "It was nice to feel your big helmet throbbing in my mouth when
you came," he said as he lovingly drew the foreskin forward over my
shrinking glans.

     "Scraping your teeth over it set me off," I replied.

     "I know you enjoy having your tip lightly scraped," he said. "I
figured that would trigger you because your tip was so hard and swollen at
that point," he continued. "I like it when you do it to me, too, because
you don't scrape hard, just enough to make me bust my nut." I grasped his
shaft to stabilize it and wrapped my lips around his hot mushroom, twisting
my head to give him that delicious sideways friction that feels so good
around the corona.

     "Oh, Jack, that feels sooooo good," he moaned as I took more of his
prick into my mouth, working my lips into the groove behind the rim. I felt
him shudder slightly and worked my way farther along his prick, my lips now
working on his circumcision scar, which I knew to be the most sensitive
area on his shaft. I felt the ring of rough flesh against my lips and I
twisted my head several times to enhance his sensations as my tongue
drilled into his piss slit.

     His tip was now very hard, because of the prolonged excitement of
handling my foreskin as well as the stimulation I'd been giving him. I took
my head away for a moment to say:

     "I can feel you're in your final stage. Want to go for it now, or want
me to slow down a bit to prolong it?"

     "No, Jack, I need it now. I'm afraid I'll get blue balls if I don't
drop my load soon." I returned to his prick, massaging the big glans and
surrounding tissues with my lips. I twisted my head several times to give
him that super-exciting sideways stroke, and then scraped my teeth along
the broad upper surface of his tip. I heard him cry out and felt his glans
throb in my mouth. A second later a salty jet flooded my mouth. Unlike my
cream, his did not have a chlorine smell, but was merely salty, like
caviar. His big glans throbbed again, hammering against my palate and
tongue, and another jet followed as I was swallowing the first one.  James
was crying out helplessly, overwhelmed by the tremendous sensations flowing
through his straining body, and I felt him shudder hard with each
contraction in his groin.

     His pulses were weaker now as he was draining himself rapidly, and his
jets had turned into dribbles. Finally they stopped and I felt him relax as
his erection began to soften. Now he was sinking into the daze that follows
orgasm, and I began milking his urethra the way he'd milked mine. I began
at the back behind his scrotum, pressing my index finger forward to force
out the residue, and then worked up along the underside of the shaft,
tasting every drop that seeped from his slit.

     When he was fully revived we sat up, kissed lightly on the lips, and
headed for the shower. Inside, we relaxed under the hot water stream,
feeling the water sluicing down our bodies.

     "A hot shower always makes me want to pee," he said. "I know the same
happens to you"

     "It's a good way to flush out the rest of the cream in case there's
any left inside my prick," I replied. "I have to skin back to get the full
effect, though." I pulled back my thick hood, hooking it behind my flaring
rim, and felt the hot water flowing deliciously over my exposed glans. His
yellow stream had already started, and mine joined his on the floor of the
shower, swirling down into the drain. When our streams stopped, we milked
our pricks and I slid my long foreskin forward fully over the glans,
letting the front taper down into the nipple James found so fascinating.

Continued in Part 3