Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2012 05:48:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cum Club, Part 4, Adult Friends

Cum Club, Part 4

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

     Two weeks passed, during which time I went to the club three times
without seeing Albert. However, on the second occasion Fred was there, just
stripping down as I entered. I quickly undressed, as it was clear we were
going to have a good session together. We were the only ones there, and the
only other choice was to jack ourselves off while watching a European porn
video. These were always very stimulating because almost all the men in the
videos had foreskins.

     Fred was about my height, six feet, and slender as I was. Both his
prick and mine were "growers," small in repose but engorging to about twice
their soft length with erection.

     "I like that long foreskin you've got," Fred began. He reached out and
rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger. I'd expected his
comment, as he was addicted to those uncut European videos.

     "You've got one too," I pointed out, clearly anticipating his next
comment as I squeezed his glans through the fleshy covering to initiate his
erection.

     "I do, but mine's short," he said, exactly as I'd expected. "You'll
see it retract as soon as my dick starts swelling." He was right. His hood,
just covering the end of his glans when he was limp, did not keep up with
his prick once it began swelling, and his plum-shaped glans slid swiftly
out of its hood as he hardened between my fingers.

     "You can still pull your skin up to cover the rim when you stroke," I
pointed out. "I've done it to you enough to know your foreskin works pretty
well." I wrapped thumb and forefinger around his shaft at about the middle
and pulled his skin up to half-cover his glans to prove my point. You can
pull it over for friction, and you compress the nerve endings in your rim
at the same time."

     "Yes, but when you let go it snaps back, and it almost looks like I've
been circumcised," he said. He skinned me back all the way now that he had
me hard to emphasize his point.

     "Looks like it, but you're not," I told him. "Your tip stays covered
while you're limp, and it's just as sensitive as mine. You've got a thick
frenulum, too."

     "Oh, yeah, my banjo string." I'm glad I've got that. It makes my dick
really sensitive because it's my hot spot, just like on your cock." He
punctuated his remark by strumming my frenulum several times, making my
prick jerk.

     "Come join me, anyway," I said. "Our pricks are different, but we know
how to handle each other's equipment for some good thrills." I squeezed his
glans again and saw a drop of clear lubricant part the lips of his slit. I
spread the viscous fluid over his plum-shaped glans with my index finger
and felt his prick throb. Fred usually used lubricant, the way cut guys do.

     "That's good," he said. "I know what turns you on too." He pulled my
foreskin all the way forward as we sat on the couch and placed his open
hands on the top and bottom of my erection. Sliding them in opposite
directions, he twisted my foreskin around my helmet.

     "That twisting action feels really good," I told him. "Meanwhile, I'll
continue to give you direct action on your tip." I reached for a bottle of
Astroglide and supplemented his natural lubricant with a few drops. Then I
placed a towel between his thighs and another one between mine. I
stabilized his shaft with my left hand and stroked his swollen tip with the
fingers of my right. The sensations were so intense for him that he began
gasping with each touch.

     "My tip's ah, very sensitive, and ah, you know just ah, how to work
it," he said as my fingertips traced the outline of his corona and then
worked underneath to strum his "banjo string," again making his prick jerk.

     "I'll have you shooting your load as fast as you'll make me shoot
mine, maybe faster," I assured him. "I'm keeping my fingertips moving
constantly, hitting a new spot each second, so as not to tire out the nerve
endings." Fred continued gasping; "ah-ah-ah," as I worked his swollen
glans.

     "Your balls are already tight against your body," he told me as he
continued the hot twisting action on my foreskin. With each stroke, he
stretched the nerve endings in my hood and frenulum as well as rubbing my
swollen helmet.

     "Now yours are too," I replied," strumming his frenulum and working my
way around his hot hard corona. I swiped his slit with my thumb, making his
prick throb between my fingers, and then stroked the broad upper surface of
his plum.

     "Your tip's ah, ah, really swollen now," he commented as he brought
his hands back to stretch my foreskin back from the end of my glans. "Your
ah, ah, hole's really pouting wide open."

     "Your tip's leaking a lot of fluid," I riposted. "That shows how
excited you are." I spread each precious drop over his hard hot glans,
adding to the friction.

     "You're ah, spilling some too," he said as he brought my foreskin up
in successive twists to engulf my helmet right to the round front dome.

     "Your tip feels really hot between my fingers," I added. It's getting
harder and turning a darker shade of purple. That shows you're close."

     "I am, ah, Jack, ah, but ah, so are you. The way you're breathing
shows me you're close to the edge." With these words he closed his eyes,
and I knew he'd begun withdrawing into himself, shutting out the world
beyond his body as his mind focused on the magic sensations in his prick.

     "I give you a couple of seconds," I said as my eyes closed as
well. The sensations in my prick were mounting, and I felt my glans engorge
to its final hardness as his hands worked their magic on my rigid prick. I
felt a tickle in my corona.

     "AAAAHHHHH!"  I heard him yell as his prick throbbed hard in my hands,
and I felt drops of cream landing on my fingers as his first load exploded
from his throbbing tip, which I kept stroking. Then the tickle in my tip
changed to a hot tingle and exploded down my shaft to the root, where a
sudden spasm squeezed the first load of hot sperm into my urethra. Fred's
prick throbbed again as he yelped helplessly, and I felt the hot liquid
boiling up my tube to erupt from my pouting orifice into my foreskin. I,
too, cried out in joyful agony.

     "Ohhhhhhh," I groaned as another jet boiled out of my orifice, filling
my foreskin to overflowing.  My fingertips stroking his glans were coated
with his sperm and I spread it over his sensitive tissues, from front dome
to rim, and then underneath to caress his frenulum. Our pricks throbbed
again and again, my hot juice overflowing onto his hands as he continued to
twist my foreskin and gee-string to bring forth more jets.

     Now I felt our orgasms were fading, because the throbs were weaker,
and I knew I was just drooling cream instead of shooting it forcefully. I
was sure he was just oozing as well, because of the powerful loads he'd
discharged just seconds ago. I decided to stop stroking his tip because I
knew it might be overly sensitive now. He stopped twisting my foreskin,
probably for the same reason.  We sat side by side, leaning against each
other, as we relaxed and descended from the intense sensations.

     We sat for several minutes, recovering from the mind-numbing orgasms
we'd given each other, our pricks gradually shrinking. I watched as his
foreskin gradually eased forward to cover his glans as his erection
subsided. Mine remained bunched behind the corona of my flaring helmet
until Fred reached down and gently stroked it forward to slide down the
taper of my glans.



Continued in Part 5