Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 13:14:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Ray, Adult Friends

Discovering Ray
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd been divorced for several years when I got a new
job and moved into an apartment near my workplace. Ray
was my downstairs neighbor, and we quickly became
buddies. We were both 31. Ray was about 6'4" and thin,
with typically Irish red hair and a pale complexion. I
was about 6'2", with a medium complexion, consistent
with my French-Italian ancestry.
We were sharing beers in my apartment one Saturday
afternoon, when we began discussing masturbation.
"Bet you do a lot of that, now that you're divorced."
"Yeah, I don't have a girlfriend, so my right hand
takes care of things for me. You know how it is.
You're single too."
"I've never been married, and so I've always had to
take care of myself," he said with a grin. "Got pretty
good at it, too."
"Good thing we're comparing notes," I said
whimsically. "We can learn from each other."
"I think we really could." His expression had turned
serious, and I realized that this was the prelude to
what could be an interesting afternoon.
"If you mean it, come on, let's go inside." I arose
and led the way to my bedroom, where I began stripping
down. Ray followed me and took off his clothes so
quickly that he was naked before I was. I spread a
couple of large bath towels over the bed, then turned
to look at him. I saw that he had a long pendulous
foreskin like mine, but thinner, and the outlines of
our cock-heads showed clearly through their hoods. His
foreskin also formed a nipple in front of his bulbous
glans, and the rim bulged enticingly through the skin.
His thick red pubic bush contrasted with my thinner
brown one.
"Let me show you what I do, and then you can try your
techniques on me," he suggested, and we sat on the bed
facing each other, legs spread, crotches about 18
inches apart. Ray's fingers pinched the end of my
thick foreskin, rolling it gently.
"Your nipple's thicker than mine, but I bet that feels
really good." He stretched out my foreskin as far as
it would go, then began rolling it again between two
fingers. Feeling the big head sliding around inside
its hood aroused me, and we both saw the head swelling
inside its fleshy sheath. I reached out and began to
tickle the hairs on his long loose scrotum with my
fingertips.
"Bet that feels nice for you," I said. I watched his
sac begin to tighten under the stimulation.
"I'm glad you're uncut like me," he said. "Gives me a
lot to play with." His fingers stretched out my
foreskin again, and I felt the nerve endings
stretching deliciously. I squeezed the head of his
swelling prick through the covering skin.
"I'm glad we're both uncut," I replied. "It's great
for playing."
"All males in my family are uncut, except for my
youngest brother Joe. He got cut at the orphanage." I
waited for him to explain further, as I had not known
he'd been an orphan, but when he didn't continue I
spoke again:
"That skin keeps the head nice and sensitive, and now
I'm squeezing your head to get your bulbo-cavernal
reflex going." I squeezed hard enough to force some of
the blood from his glans with each pinch, then waited
for it to fill before squeezing it again.
"Man, that makes my cock-root throb," he said
appreciatively. I can feel it getting hard now." I saw
his shaft expanding as the big head swelled between my
fingers, until his prick stood out straight, reaching
almost seven inches. Meanwhile, mine had engorged to
its full six. "Your squeezes are hitting the nerve
endings deep inside the head."
"It's a good thing we both have lots of foreskin," I
pointed out. "We need them to cover the big heads."
"Yeah, mine is big, all right. I measured it and it's
two inches long from rim to tip. Yours is about the
same size, and thick, too." Now he grasped my foreskin
firmly and forced it back until it snapped down into
the deep groove behind the rim.
"I wanted to see what you had under that skin," he
said. "Yours is really beautiful, nice and purple,
shaped like a helmet. I like the way the rim flares,
that looks really sexy." He began pushing back harder
on my wrinkled fleshy collar, stretching the nerve
endings and exposing the groove behind my corona.
"Glad you like it. Now it's my turn to see, but I'm
going to show you how I do it. I began stretching his
foreskin back from the glans to reveal the round front
dome, parted by a long slit. Now I pulled it forward
again to engulf the tip, and then began stretching it
back again.
"Wow, that feels really nice," he exclaimed as I
pulled his foreskin back far enough to expose the twin
lobes on the bottom of the head. I lifted his penis to
study the underside, noting the wide and deep cleft
formed where the two side of his corona swept forward
and down to meet in a thin weld line underneath,
forming a vee-groove for his frenulum. I pulled the
hood forward again to cover the head completely.
"I'm going really slowly so you can feel the nerve
endings in your skin stretch as I work it back over
the big head," I said. "Good thing your prick has a
big head like mine. I want you to feel all the subtle
sensations of the foreskin stretching." The foreskin
thinned even more as it stretched over the contours of
Ray's sexy glans.
"I feel them, I feel them. Man, that's really nice,
the way you're going slowly, in stages." I pushed his
foreskin back again, farther this time, until the edge
of the foreskin was right in front of the high flaring
rim.
"Now I'll pull it forward again," I said as my fingers
eased the tight thin hood forward to wrap around the
engorged head once more. "This works best when the
head's all swollen, so that it makes the skin stretch
fully when I peel it back." Now I changed my grip to
grasp the skin just behind the rim, and swept the skin
back all the way to bare the flaring corona and snap
into the deep groove behind it. The big red helmet
throbbed in front of my eyes, wet and glistening, and
I saw a drop of clear fluid spread the lips of his
long slit. With both cock-heads in full view, Ray
began to make comparisons:
"Yeah, nice, yours is that sexy purple color, and it
gets darker around the rim. Your rim's at least a
quarter inch high, and has that sexy flare." As he
stretched my skin back to examine the back face of my
corona, he commented: "Yours has those little buds
around the rim, like mine, but they're darker."
"Those are the nerve endings," I replied. "My rim is
really sensitive, and I'm sure yours is too because
you've got those buds too. I like the way your rim
flares, just like mine. Your tip's red, not like my
purple."
"Your slit's different from mine," Ray added. "Now
that your tip's all hard, it forms a hole, like a
teardrop. Your balls are tight against your body, but
they were tight when we started."
"Your slit's longer than mine, and you seep more lube
than I do. My balls are always tight; they aren't
low-hangers like yours." My meatus was still devoid of
lubricating fluid, while his was seeping steadily. Now
Ray's finger gathered up a drop of fluid from his
weeping slit and spread it in small circles around my
teardrop shaped opening.
"OOOHHHH," that feels good," I whispered as the
sensations flowed into my glans. I lifted his prick
once more to examine under the head. "You've got a
really thick gee-string," I observed. "I bet it feels
good when I do this," I said as I pressed a fingertip
into the wide cleft between the twin lobes under his
glans.
"Bet it does," he replied. "You could make me come
just by playing with my hot spot." Now I ran my
fingertip side to side across the tightly stretched
frenulum, strumming it gently.
"How about that?" I asked. "Feel good?"
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. Now I stroked his gee-string
along its length, lightly, with a teasing touch, and
saw his eyes begin to turn glassy. I pinched the thick
strip of skin between thumb and index finger and
asked:
"And this?" Ray nodded, and I changed my technique
again, this time wrapping my fist around his shaft
just behind the head and pulling back hard. Stretching
the skin back put tension on his frenulum, and it
pulled the head down where it was attached, making the
head dip down towards his balls.
"You could make me come just doing that," he
whispered. "That's so intense." I immediately let go.
"Don't want to do that," I said. We've got a lot more
exploring to do." I pulled his foreskin fully forward,
squeezing more lubricant from his penis, noting that
it covered the head completely even with his full
erection. He did the same with mine, with the same
result. Now both pricks faced each other, long-snouted
foreskins only inches apart. The pucker at the end of
his nozzle was filled with clear lubricant.
"Now let me show you what I can do with your
foreskin-covered prick," he said as he picked up a big
gob of lube from the end of his foreskin. "See? I bite
my fingernails just like you, so you don't have to
worry about getting scratched." He steadied my prick
with his left hand while insinuating the lubricated
tip of his right index finger into my foreskin pucker,
and I felt his fingertip tickling my slit. I sighed as
his fingertip traced small circles around my meatus,
then felt his finger probing farther.
"That's really nice," I said. "Your fingertip's not
only tickling my slit, but stretching my foreskin. Now
you're circling around my rim." Ray's probing finger
continued its travels, working down one side, then up
the other, pausing momentarily to press into the hot
spot under my glans. I felt a tickle deep in my
cock-root as a drop of lubricating fluid oozed into my
urethra, and began crawling forward to the end of my
penis.
"Do it to me," he urged. I steadied his prick with my
left hand and slipped my right index finger into the
wet pucker, probing for his slit. My fingertip slid
over the well-lubricated surface of his glassy-smooth
glans and caressed the big front dome in small
circles.
"That nice?" I asked needlessly.
"Oh, my tip's so sensitive when you do that," he
replied.
"And your foreskin's so sensitive too," I added,
completing his sentence. "Good thing I bite my
fingernails too." I pushed my finger in farther,
watching its outline reaching for the flaring corona,
then ran it around the sensitive rim, stretching the
foreskin further as I massaged his nerve endings.
"That would make me come too," he said. "Maybe we'd
better try something different for awhile." Ray
removed his finger and skinned my prick back slowly,
in stages, as I'd done to his. I eased his foreskin
back the same way, and in another minute both our
turgid cocks were bare-headed again.
"Let me do something else now," I said as I clamped my
fist tightly around the base of his hard shaft. I
watched the big head engorge further and begin to turn
darker red.
"Man, that's making my tip swell a lot," he said. I
increased the pressure.
"I'm constricting the veins to make the shaft and head
swell," I said. That's make the head really
sensitive." I punctuated my words with light strokes
of a fingertip around his flaring red corona.
"Lie back, now. I want to make you come. I'll show you
my favorite technique I use on myself." He pushed me
back gently and spread a towel over my stomach and
chest. He wadded the other towel under his crotch as
he sat next to me, to catch the copious dripping from
the end of his foreskin. Now he began working the
thick fleshy collar of my foreskin over the rim, then
back, then over again. His other hand cupped my tight
scrotum.
"That's nice, nice," I whispered. "You're really
working on my rim." Ray's fist continued to move my
foreskin gently back and forth over my corona, in
slow, tantalizing strokes.
"That's because I'm both caressing and compressing the
nerve endings in your rim. Giving you double action.
Caressing and compressing, caressing and
compressing...."
"That's gonna make me come if you continue..." My voice
trailed off as the tickling feeling in my rim
increased.
"That's the point. I want to make you come, watch you
come, feel you come. I'm going to do you first and
enjoy the show. Then you can do me." His fingers kept
working my foreskin slowly, massaging and squeezing
the engorged rim, not hard enough to force the blood
from it, but just enough that I felt every subtle
stroke. His other hand continued to cup my balls, his
fingertips pressing gently into the tender flesh
behind them. My cock-root throbbed.
"I felt that," he said. "I felt your cock-root throb."
His fingers now twisted my foreskin slightly as they
pulled it forward, then twisted the other way on the
return stroke. My glans engorged even more, going into
its final swelling before the explosion.
"OOOOHHHHHHH..." I moaned. The deep ache began in my
glans, warning me of my need for release, and I knew
that I'd be gushing within moments under his
stimulation.
"Your tip's turning darker," he said. "You're almost
there. I can also feel the rim getting harder through
the skin." His fingers continued their gentle
squeezing friction, forcing my foreskin to snap
forward over the time, then snap back again as he
slowed his pace. I moaned again, louder this time.
"You're really seeping now," he said. "I'm slowing
down so that you feel every stroke, every touch." My
cock swelled even more, and I felt my legs begin to
tremble with the approach of orgasm. My stomach
muscles tightened, although I consciously tried to
relax to prolong the moment of anticipation, but I
felt the slowly breaking wave engulf me.
"HAAHHHHH!" I yelled as I felt the heavy pounding
begin in my cock-root. The sudden sharp pulse sent a
gush of hot lave burning its way up my tube, and my
eyes closed as I dissolved into orgasm. My prick
throbbed hard, and my legs were trembling as waves of
orgasm swept through my body. Another sharp
contraction wracked my cock-root, and I felt the pulse
of the hot jet as it forced its way up to my glans and
poured out.
"Go for it!" Ray yelled as I felt his fingers draw my
foreskin forward in a long sweeping stroke to
stimulate every nerve ending in my hard throbbing tip,
bringing another hot convulsion in my cock-root. I was
gasping, groaning, crying out helplessly in the joy of
orgasm, and another torrent of cream burst from my
prostate to course up my tube. Ray pulled my foreskin
back hard, stretching the nerve endings, and I shot
again.
OOOHHHHH..." I moaned, feeling another spasm fill my
crotch, but the next pulse was weaker, and the
following one less forceful yet. Ray's hand stopped
moving on my prick, instead squeezing my shaft
rhythmically, and I heard him speak again:
"Your cock-head must be very sensitive now, and I'll
just let you seep for awhile." He let my cock fall
back onto the towel, and when I opened my eyes I saw
the residue oozing from my hole to form a small creamy
pool on the towel. I looked to the side and saw that
the towel under the end of Ray's hard dick was very
wet.
"Thanks, Ray," I whispered weakly, as my erection
began to subside.
"I almost came myself, watching you. It was really hot
to watch your face, watch your tip gushing, feeling
each pulse in your shaft. I'm glad I didn't come,
because my eyes would have closed like yours did, and
I would have missed the show."
I felt deliciously drained, watching the last large
drop part the lips of my shrunken glans, and I got up
on one elbow. I milked my cock to force the last drops
onto the waiting towel, then pulled my foreskin
forward to cover the precious head. Now Ray lay back,
spreading his towel over his body, and I sat up to
begin working on his orgasm.
"I'm going to do you differently, Ray," I said. Just
lie back and let me do the work." I steadied his
rock-hard shaft and pulled his foreskin all the way
back to bare the head right down to the deep groove
behind the sexy flaring rim. I pulled back harder to
put tension on his thick gee-string and make the head
dip down towards his balls, then began lightly
massaging the glans with my fingertips.
"HAH! HAH! HAH!" he cried at the first touch. His tip
was still somewhat spongy to the touch, but I knew it
would take only seconds for it to harden completely.
"I know your tip's very sensitive, Ray. I'm going to
work that juice into the tender nerve endings, and
double your pleasure by pulling down hard on your
skin. You'll be blasting off in just seconds." Ray's
stomach muscles were already tight and his legs began
to tremble uncontrollably.
"HAH! HAH! HAH!" Ray's body jerked with my every touch
as I swept my fingertips around the compound curves of
his red glans.
"Good thing you're lubing so much," I said. "That
makes it easier to work on you. Feel the head dipping
when I pull back hard?"
"Yessss..." He said, and his voice trailed off as he
lapsed into incoherence, harsh groans and moans
filling the room. I was rhythmically yanking down on
his shaft skin, making the head dip again and again as
I stretched the nerve endings in his gee-string,
working my fingertips around the curves of his tip and
watching it become redder as his excitement neared its
peak.
"I can feel your tip getting harder, and now it's
turned deep red," I said as my fingertips danced over
his naked tip, hitting every nerve endings and filling
it with sensation. I saw Ray's eyes close and waited
for the inevitable hard pulse that would signal the
start of his biological storm.
"HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH!" Ray's cries filled the room
as he moaned with the intensity of the sensations I
was pouring into him. His entire body trembled as I
pushed him toward the brink, watching the dark red
head dip as I attacked it with hard pulls on his shaft
and light fingertip strokes.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he yelled as I felt his hot hard
glans throb under my fingers. A thick white jet parted
the lips of his long slit and shot two feet into the
air as his orgasm broke. Now I pressed a fingertip of
the hand encircling his shaft into the spongy tube
underneath to block the next jet and build up
back-pressure in his system, knowing that this would
produce sensations that would totally overwhelm him.
When his prick pulsed again, no jet erupted, but his
agonized scream echoed off the walls as the sensations
paralyzed his consciousness. His face looked as if he
was being tortured, but I knew that he was feeling joy
as he'd perhaps never experienced before.
His body thrashed on the bed, and he'd lapsed into
total and mindless incoherence as wave after wave of
hot sensation filled his consciousness. My fingers
continued their mad dance on his throbbing glans,
feeling each pulse as he emptied himself.
Ray howled as his legs drew up and he went into a
fetal position, and I suddenly realized that his tip
had become overly sensitive, and that any further
touches would only cause distress. I stopped stroking
his tortured glans and released my finger pressure on
his urethra, watching the flood of white cream pour
from his slit onto the towel. I still kept the tension
on his gee-string to milk the last drops from his
prick, until he began to relax. A deep hard sigh shook
him, and he opened his eyes.
"Man, you really came hard," I said. Did you feel how
I pinched your urethra shut to make it more intense?
"Yeah, but my tip became so sensitive at the end that
it almost hurt."
"Oh, sorry, Ray. I'd become so carried away I didn't
realize how sensitive it got." I let his penis drop to
the towel.
"That's okay, Jack. You really drained me, though. I
thought for a moment I'd never stop coming."
"I'm glad it was good for you, after what you did for
me. I was able to enjoy your orgasm vicariously
because you'd drained me first. If you hadn't I would
have been creaming right alongside you, and maybe
wouldn't have been able to make it so intense for
you." Ray's penis was now softening, and the shrinking
red head was beginning to retreat into its fleshy
hood.
"That double whammy really did it for me," he said.
"Pulling on my skin would have made me come, and just
your fingertips on the head would have done it too,
but with both, I was just lost. No way I could hold
back."
"I know. Your uncut tip's really sensitive, and I knew
just touching it would trigger you." I leaned forward
to kiss him lightly on the lips, surprised by my
boldness. An hour ago we'd just been neighbors
drinking beer, and now we'd become so intimately
entwined that I wanted to kiss him and he enjoyed
being kissed.
"My brother Joe's visiting me next week. We often play
around together, and I know he'd enjoy meeting you. We
could have a three-way if you like." Ray looked up at
me hopefully as he spoke.
"I'd love it, really love it. I think with two of us
working on the other, we could have some really hot
orgasms."
"I know we would, after this afternoon. You're a
really hot guy, Jack."
"Oh, Ray, you're hot too," I replied.

The End