Date: Tue, 3 May 2005 07:54:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Docking and Electro with Ken, Adult Friends, 1/1

Docking and Electro with Ken
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I remembered the previous Saturday with Ken and Paul
as I drove to Ken's house, reliving the exciting
moments we'd spent together. We'd enjoyed our mutual
comparisons, our three-way sex, our orgasms, as we'd
scaled the peak and released our juices in shuddering,
blasting climaxes. Now I was on my way again, to meet
with Ken, wondering if Paul would be there to share
the joy.
Ken opened the door, hiding behind it as he had last
time when he'd been naked, and I knew he was again
stripped won, just awaiting my arrival. I slipped
inside, looking at his naked form behind the door, and
let him take my hand and lead me to the bedroom.
Without a word, I stripped down, my eyes on him as I
did so, noting that his penis arced down over his
loose scrotum, what they called "low hangers" in
popular parlance. By contrast, mine was tight, as if I
were already far along the path to sexual excitement.
Ken's penis was still soft, and as I took off my shoes
and socks I saw him rolling the nipple of his long
foreskin between thumb and index finger.
Finally I was naked, and stood up to face him. We were
both slightly over six feet, in our middle 40s, with
slim builds. I approached him, closing in so that our
cocks touched, and hugged him to me. I was developing
a real affection for him, and it must have been mutual
because he leaned his head forward slightly to give me
a light, dry kiss on my lips. I hugged him, then
pulled his head loser and pushed my tongue between his
lips. It wasn't just animal passion; I was truly
attracted to him, both physically and emotionally, and
wanted to do anything to please him.
I stared into his brown eyes, deep-set like mine, then
broke off the stare and nibbled at his left earlobe.
He kissed my neck as his hands caressed my body,
moving down my back to cup my rounded butt cheeks. I
ran my arms around his waist, and we kept hugging as
we tumbled onto his queen sized bed. We were both very
hot, obviously, and wanted to experience intense
sexual passion together. Finally, he said his first
words to me:
"We've never docked. I've been wondering what it would
be like to slip my tip inside your foreskin." By now,
his penis was half-hard, like mine, and I intended to
get it fully erect. I rolled the foreskin nipple
between thumb and index fingers, twisting the hood
over his slippery glans and making him gasp. Ken had
grasped the end of my long foreskin and was pulling it
outward, away from my body, causing my prick to fill
with blood rapidly until it was fully hard.
We broke apart and studied each other. We both had
long foreskins that extended beyond the tip when soft,
forming long nipples, but hard our hoods still covered
the heads, with thick puckers at their ends. I saw the
way our foreskins distended over the contours of our
bulbous helmets, their high ridges showing clearly at
the top. Ken's prick was slightly longer than my six
inches, and both of us had straight shafts with big
veins on their right sides.
"Let's sixty-nine first," I suggested. "I want to
smell and taste your cock." We slid around to place
our crotches opposite each other's faces, and I
grasped Ken's prick, holding it behind the head with
two fingers as my tongue-tip slipped into his foreskin
pucker. I inhaled his rich masculine aroma deeply,
relishing the delicious musky male smell, as he did
the same to mine. My tongue probed for his long-lipped
slit, and swept from side to side to stimulate it as
drops of tasty, salty juice seeped from it. His slit
was so long my tongue-tip almost penetrated inside.
I felt Ken's tongue probe inside my hood, lapping at
the rounded front dome of my head and tickling the
slit, making me sigh in delight. I pushed my tongue
deeper into the space between his foreskin and glans,
exploring the smooth, nerve-studded surfaces, and
making him moan. My hand stabilized his penis, while
my other hand cupped his balls, feeling the loose
fleshy sac tense under my touch. My fingertips pressed
lightly into the tender flesh behind his sac, to feel
every throb in his cock-root.
It was hot in the room, and our bodies made it hotter
as our passions mounted. I ran my tongue more deeply
into his hood, tracing the outline of Ken's thick rim,
and then I ran it down the left side to reach his
gee-string, lodged in the triangular groove under his
glans. As I touched it, I felt his cock-root throb
hard. At the same moment, I felt Ken's tongue probing
deeply into my foreskin to caress my high flaring
ridge, then sliding down to press into the hot spot
under the head. The sudden hot thrill made my
cock-root throb, and I felt a slight tickling
sensation deep inside as a drop of fluid began its
long crawl up my urethra to the tip.
"Your skin's tighter than mine," Ken observed as his
thick tongue ran around my glans, stretching my
foreskin. "I like that."
"I like it too," I said. "That tight skin feels really
nice when you slide it up and down the head." My
fingers traced the outline of Ken's flaring ridge
through his foreskin, lightly running around its sexy
contours, as my tongue worked on his gee-string.
"Okay, let's stop for a second and get ready," Ken
said, removing his mouth from my raging prick. He
began skinning back my foreskin, at first exposing
only a dime-sized opening at the front. I did the same
to his, and saw the long lips of his slit come into
view as the skin slid back, its orifice widening and
stretching under my fingers. I felt the hardness of
his helmet through the skin as I moved it back, then
pulled it forward again to cover his glans. A large
drop of lube had been poised between the lips of his
slit, and the sliding foreskin spread it to coat the
swollen head as I stripped him back once more,
stopping halfway down. His foreskin had slid far
enough to uncovered the twin lobes under his glans
where the two halves of his descending corona met in a
thin weld line. In the deep valley between the eaves
was his gee-string, connecting his glans and foreskin,
and very sensitive to touch. I rubbed it lightly with
my fingertip, provoking a deep sigh of satisfaction
from him.
"I love that smell," Ken said as he uncovered my glans
halfway and bent his head to sniff it. His tongue
flicked out to tickle my slit, which by now had pouted
into a teardrop shape. Ken pulled my foreskin forward
to dock his tongue, which then pressed deeper into my
hood. The rough upper surface of his tongue stimulated
the nerve endings in my glans, and I felt my cock-root
contract sharply.
Now I pulled back harder on his foreskin and bent my
head to trace the widening edge of it with my
tongue-tip. I docked my tongue by pulling his foreskin
forward over it, and pressed deeper into his stretchy
hood. The tip of my tongue probed into the groove
behind his corona, and I felt his glans throb.
Ken now stretched my foreskin back all the way until
it snapped down into my groove, totally baring my big
purple helmet to his gaze and touch. I felt his tongue
trace the outline of my ridge, down one side and up
the other, sending hot thrills into the engorged head.

"Let's go tip to tip," I suggested. We swung around so
that our cocks faced each other, and Ken eased himself
forward until his hot hard glans pressed against mine.
It excited me to feel his glassy smooth head touching
mine, and the lips of his slit kissing mine. He moved
hi prick slowly so that his head slid over mine,
viscous tears pouring from his cock-eye to lubricate
the way. I lay very still on my side, letting Ken
direct the action.
"Now let's see if my skin will slide over that
tremendous helmet of yours," he said as he held the
edges of his foreskin out with the fingers of both
hands while keeping his tip against mine. His hood
stretched half-way up my glans, then he gave another
tug to engulf my tip almost to the rim.
"Want me to try? Maybe I can stretch mine farther," I
suggested.
"Go ahead, Jack. Your skin's tighter than mine but
maybe it's more stretchy." He let go of his foreskin,
which quickly snapped back to cover only his head,
then with two fingers he skinned it back to bare his
helmet completely. I pulled my foreskin forward so
that the thick pucker kissed his glans, then grasped
it by its edges to stretch the orifice.
Slowly I pulled my foreskin over his bulbous purple
head, almost to the rim. He thrust his hips forward,
driving his big tip deeper into my hood, and now the
edge of my foreskin engulfed his rim. I stretched it
out farther, until the forward edge sank down into the
deep groove behind the head. I felt the smooth texture
of his glans against mine as he slipped into my
foreskin, pressing hard against my tip, then past it,
stretching my foreskin to the limit.
"I'm all the way in," he exclaimed. "Your skin feels
so nice and warm around my head." I understood, as
only seconds ago I'd enjoyed the feel of his warm
foreskin wrapped around mine. I squeezed his glans
slightly through my thick hood, and felt it throb
against mine in response. Ken's hips bucked again, and
I felt his tip compressing the nose of mine.
"Just relax, Ken, and let me do the work." I wanted
him to lie still while I stimulated us both to orgasm.
I began sliding my foreskin farther over his prick,
stretching it out to cover about half an inch behind
his rim, then pulled it back. The slow friction of my
foreskin over both our tips was exciting, and I saw
the fire dance in his eyes as I kept sliding my hood
back and forth. My other hand reached down to tug at
his sac, as I knew this really excited him, and I felt
his scrotum contract as I gently pulled at it.
"I'm getting that tickling feeling in the head," he
said, warning me of his impending orgasm. We'd
compared notes during our long conversations, and
found that we both felt a tickling sensation in the
glans a few seconds before our orgasms burst on us. I
kept sliding my hood, giving his tip an extra squeeze
as I slid the skin over it.
His glans throbbed hard against mine, and I felt my
own tickle begin, filling the head with sensation.
Through my thick skin, I felt his glans harden as it
went into its final swelling.
"I can feel you're very close, Ken," I said. "Just
relax and let it happen to you. I'm sure I won't miss
out, because as soon as I feel your hot juice shooting
against my head, that'll set me off." I kept sliding
my hood along his head, fueling his excitement,
waiting for the hard throb and hot jet that signaled
the start of his orgasm.
Ken's breathing had deepened and his hips were moving
in small thrusts as I picked up the pace of my
strokes. His hard glans pressed against mine,
compressing the round front dome. I knew I should slow
down, to prolong the feeling of anticipation, but we
were both too caught up in the excitement to relent.
"WWWWWWWOWWWWWWWWW!" Ken's voice filled the room as
the first shock of orgasm hit him. I felt his tip
throb, and a split-second later the gush of hot juice
washed over my glans, trapped inside its fleshy hood.
His hot jet splashing against my cock-head drove me
over the edge. The tickle in my glans suddenly became
a hot tingle, and I felt the heavy pounding begin in
my cock-root. His cock spewed again as mine jerked,
both jets flooding my foreskin and making it swell.
I heard myself grunting in the distance as another of
Ken's anguished cries hit my ears. Hot jets burned
their way up my urethra and erupted from my glans to
mix with his, to gush from the edges of my foreskin.
His glans throbs hammered against my swollen tip,
adding to my excitement, as we both tumbled through
the free-fall of orgasm.
Our tips continued to throb against each other as they
spit their loads. Ken and I were enjoying our first
docking orgasm, helpless in the throes of our
excitement. Thick hot fluid spilled from the end of my
foreskin to coat his shaft and my fingers, until my
grip slipped and our pricks snapped apart, still
seeping residue.
We hadn't thought of spreading a towel between us, so
our cream spilled all over the sheet, soaking it and
the mattress pad beneath. However, we weren't
concerned with wetting the sheet because the
aftershock of our orgasms was hitting us, and we sank
into the pleasant daze that sapped ou
r will and ambition as we slipped into sleep. My last
thought was that we'd wake up soon enough.
I opened my eyes and saw Ken still beside me, his face
looking as innocent as that of a young boy. I got up,
and my movement must have aroused him, for he opened
his eyes and stared at me.
"Guess we'll have to put the sheet and pad in the
washer," he said, quickly grasping the situation. He
got up and began stripping the bed, and I helped him.
Within a minute we'd stuffed the sheet and pad into
the washing machine, and Ken then spoke again:
"While they're washing, let's take a bath." I
remembered he had a splendid whirlpool bath, sometimes
called a "Jacuzzi," in his bathroom, and I eagerly
followed him in, getting seated in the tub as he
adjusted the water flow. As he got in beside me, I
spoke:
"I just love to watch your prick swing from side to
side as you move."
"Yours swings too. We're both heavy-ended." He was
right. With those big heads, our penises were
definitely weighted at the ends. He reached over and
stripped my foreskin back in one quick movement. My
glans had a coat of cream all over it, and he dipped
it into the water to rinse off the residue.
"There, now I can see the head too," he said. "I
really like to look at the head on a penis, especially
one as attractive as yours."
"I can see the shape of yours without skinning you
back. That's what makes yours so sexy."
"Oh, I can see the shape of yours too, but I
especially like skinning your foreskin back so I can
see it naked. What I really like is how your
foreskin's so tight that it's like a tourniquet behind
the head. See, your head's swelling already." He was
right, as I could see the head blossom out as my tight
foreskin collar constricted the return flow of blood.
"Well, yours isn't as tight as mine, but pulling it
back still makes the head swell." I grasped his
foreskin between two fingers, on each side of the
glans, and slipped it back until it lodged behind his
rim. I pushed his cock down to wash the head, ridding
it of the thick white coat covering it.
"The head's the most beautiful part of the penis," he
said as he ran a fingertip light around my bared rim.
"I always enjoy looking at them, cut or uncut." I
stretched his foreskin back to expose the groove
behind it, studying his swelling glans in its naked
glory.
"I think so too,' I said. "I especially like yours
because I can see its shape without skinning you back.
Yours is a helmet, like mine, but I enjoy seeing
mushrooms, arrowheads, bells, strawberries, and acorns
too."
"You've classified them?" he asked.
"Yeah, there are all different shapes. All look nice
to me, but yours is really nice."
"Thanks. Yours is nice too, and its shape shows
through even though your foreskin's tighter and
thicker than mine."
"We really came fast this time," I said, changing the
subject. "I hadn't come since last week with you."
"Been saving it up for me?" he asked playfully.
"Yeah, I was. I didn't want to waste it on just a hand
job alone."
"I did the same," he replied. I had a heavy load to
shoot, and that made it more intense."
"It does for me too," I said. "It's always hotter when
I've been saving it up for days, and it sure was hot
today."
"Well, now that we've had relief, we'll be able to
play for a long time." He was right. The feeling of
urgency was gone, replaced by a tender arousal without
the compelling need to blast off. Although we were now
both rock-hard, aroused by both our touches and our
sex talk, I was able to relax and enjoy the subtle
sensations.
"Okay, let me play with yours for awhile, then." His
fingers began a slow stroking motion that slid my
foreskin up to cover the flaring rim, then pulled it
back to bare the corona and groove as his fingertip
brushed the hot spot under the head. Our tips were
still clear of the rising water, but just barely.
"I like that," I said. I grasped his bunched-up
foreskin and slid it gently over his rim, then back
again. This made a drop of clear lube appear between
the lips of his slit. I picked it up with the index
finger of my other hand and tasted it.
"Nice and salty," I commented. Now the water was
rising to engulf our naked tips, the sensual warmth
adding to our excitement. I grasped his sac and pulled
downward on it, as I knew he enjoyed that sensation. I
slid his foreskin outward and grasped it by the end,
and now I was tugging him in opposite directions,
foreskin forward and balls downward, stretching his
nerve endings.
"Jack, you know just what to do to me," he whispered.
He pulled my foreskin back hard to stretch the hood
and gee-string, while he cupped my tight scrotum with
his other hand. "I hope this is ringing your chimes,
buddy."
"Oh, yeah," I murmured. "I just love your touch."
"I've got something special for this trip," he
announced as he got up to take a slim vibrator from a
shelf. "Ever dock with one of these?" The vibrator was
about six inches long, round, and about half an inch
thick. I knew the type. The power came from an "AA"
battery within the case, and twisting the end cap
would turn it on.
"No, never have. I bet it feels good." Ken slipped my
foreskin all the way forward over my glans, pulling
hard to create a thick pucker at the end.
"Can't use a plug-in type in the bathtub, for safety's
sake," he explained. "This battery powered model is
safe, although it isn't as powerful as the big model."
He twisted the end cap and slipped the rounded tip
into my foreskin. I felt the pleasant buzzing in my
foreskin, then in my glans as he pushed it deeper. The
bubbling water added to the sensations, creating warm
currents that circulated pleasantly around my prick
and balls.
"Oooohhhh, nice," I exclaimed as the mild buzzing
filled my glans with sensation. I began stroking Ken's
penis a bit faster, snapping the foreskin just over
his rim, then pulling it back again to expose the
groove and stretch its nerve endings.
"Oh, Jack, you know just what to do to me," he said as
he pushed the vibrator farther into my hood. Now the
rounded tip was stretching my foreskin right above the
broad upper surface of my glans, the pleasurable
buzzing dominating my consciousness. I snapped Ken's
foreskin over his rim a couple of times, giving it a
little twist to enhance his sensations.
"Now I'm going to run it around your rim," he said,
and I felt the vibrator begin sliding down the left
side of my glans, touching the corona, until it
reached bottom, the hot spot under the head. The
pleasant buzzing filled my glans, and a slight
tickling began where the vibrator was touching.
"That is nice, Ken," I murmured. "Keep this up long
enough and you'll make me cream." As I spoke, I kept
snapping his hood, compressing the nerve endings in
his ridge with each stroke and building his
excitement.
"When we came together this morning, I couldn't see if
you were shooting or dribbling." He said. He reached
out to turn off the tap, as the water level was within
an inch of the top. The pump kept going, though,
sending jets around our bodies, caressing our most
intimate parts.
"Yeah, with both heads inside my hood, I couldn't see
if either one of us shot, but I'm sure we squirted
because we were so hot."
"I usually dribble when just jacking myself, but when
I'm really excited, like when I'm with a hot guy like
you, I really shoot." I remembered the feeling of
Ken's hot jets impacting the front of my glans, and
smiled.
"You damn well did shoot, Ken. I could feel it hard
against my head. That really turned me on, and I'm
sure I was shooting too." The hot feeling was building
up inside my glans, and Ken commented on it:
"I can feel your tip swelling through the skin, Jack.
It's getting harder too.
"You're right, Ken. At this rate, I don't know how
long I can hold out." The insistent buzzing was
pushing me relentlessly toward the point of no return.
"Just relax, Jack. Just let it happen naturally. Don't
try to make me come with you, just enjoy the feeling."
'Want me to use the vibrator on you after I've come?"
I asked.
"No, just keep doing what you're doing. That snapping
feeling of my foreskin riding over my rim is really
hot for me. Anyway, the touch of your warm fingers is
also a turn-on for me.
"You'll have to tell me if I shoot or dribble, Ken.
You know I close my eyes when I come. I always miss
the show."
"Don't worry. I always watch carefully. I just love to
see a guy shoot, and I wouldn't miss this show for
anything." Now my entire glans was tingling, and I
felt the pleasant ache that told me I needed to come
soon.
"I'm so close," I whispered as the sensations in jmy
prick built up higher. I was trying to stay relaxed,
but the relentless buzzing was pushing me inexorably
towards the brink and my body was tensing.
"I'll stay with you, Jack. Remember, don't try to make
me come right now, but hold on to my prick if it
excites you."
"It does, Ken, it does." I was still holding his
rock-hard penis, but had slowed my stroking as my
attention was diverted by the build-up f sensations in
my body. I felt my glans straining, swollen with
blood, eagerly absorbing the stimulation that would
soon make it erupt.
"I think you're there," he said as he pressed the
vibrator harder against the hot spot under my head. I
felt my crotch muscles tighten and then I exploded. A
heavy pounding began in my cock-root, sending the
first hot jet through my urethra. MY entire penis
tingled as the hot fluid rushed up to the end, and I
cried out helplessly as my world dissolved.
My legs were trembling, my stomach muscles
contracting, and I flew headlong into the nether world
of the orgasm. My prick was throbbing uncontrollably
as jet after jet spewed, each gush of fluid feeling
like hot lava, searing the inside of my urethra. I
don't know if I continued to hold Ken's penis, as I
was in a world of my own, writhing and grunting in
joyful agony.
I regained my senses, aware that the buzzing had
stopped, and that I was beginning to relax again. I
opened my eyes to see Ken smiling down at me.
"Man, you shot, you really shot. The water caught your
jets, or they would have gone a foot into the air." I
saw that white strands of my cream floated around me,
quickly dissolving in the bubbling water. I'd let go
of Ken's penis, but it was still hard.
"Now do me," he urged. "Watching you was so hot I
almost came, even without your touching me." I shook
off my lethargy, and sat up to clasp his foreskin
again, sliding it back off the swollen head, then
snapping it forward to engulf the rim. The water was a
very thin lubricant, but he'd feel every subtle
sensation because of that. His rim had swollen even
more, and was now darker than the rest of the head.
"You're close," I observed. "Your tip's gotten dark,
and it feels hard under my fingers." I continued to
snap his foreskin up and down, pulling back extra hard
to stretch his gee-string as I tugged on his sac with
my other hand. Ken raised his hips, propping himself
up on his elbows, so that his tip just cleared the
water.
I saw a large clear drop ooze from his slit and run
down to lubricate his foreskin. With his natural lube,
I wouldn't have to worry about causing irritation as I
pumped his hood over his rim. Now I picked up the
pace, edging his hood over the wet, gleaming head.
"Now you can see me shoot," he said. "I think my eyes
are going to close too." I kept working his foreskin,
compressing the nerve endings in his rim as the hood
snapped over it, then pulling back hard enough to tug
on his gee-string enough to make the head dip down
towards his balls with each back-stroke. His breathing
was deeper and faster, and I knew he was on the edge.
Ken's eyes closed, and his jaw clenched. I always
enjoyed watching a man's face contort as I brought him
to orgasm, and watching Ken was especially enjoyable
as he'd just done me and given me intense pleasure.
His tip was dark purple, and the lips of his slit had
parted to release a steady drool of lubricant.
Suddenly, I heard him go "AH! HAH! HAH!" as his cock
throbbed hard in my hand. A thick rope of cream shot
up from his tip, spewing through the distended lips of
his slit and arcing a foot into the air before landing
in the bubbling water. His prick throbbed again,
releasing another jet. I kept snapping his foreskin to
maintain the momentum of his climax, watching as
several more jets erupted. Now they didn't shoot as
high, and I slowed my strokes, knowing that his glans
would suddenly become super-sensitive.
His slit dribbled another rush of cream, and I stopped
stroking him, aware that his orgasm was winding down.
Finally, after a few more throbs, he was still. He
relaxed and sank into the bubbling water, leaving
thick ropes of white cream that were already
dissolving in the water around him.
"You really shot hard, Ken," I said as he opened his
eyes. "A foot, at least. Your tip was above the water
and I saw it all."
"Felt like it," he said. "You really drained me,
Jack."
"I loved feeling and watching it," I replied. "just as
you did me."
"Yeah, I loved feeling your cock throb. I loved
watching you face."
"I felt really good making you come like that," I
added. "I knew I was making your prick feel so good..."
"Let's shower now, before we get too relaxed and
before that cream dries on us," Ken suggested. We
stood and Ken opened the drain to the tub and turned
on the shower. The hot water sluiced over us, and we
washed ourselves clean all over including your cocks,
then pulled our hoods forward to protect the sensitive
heads.
After we'd dried ourselves, Ken transferred the load
from the washer to the drier, and then led me into his
kitchen. We were still naked, still eying each other's
cocks as we walked, and I remembered the phrase, "eye
candy."
"Don't know about you, but all this gave me an
appetite," he said as he began pulling things out of
the refrigerator. Our meal was excellent cold cuts,
including prosciutto, and a salad. We sat naked at the
table, enjoying the light meal. Given the context of
the situation, it was natural that our topic of
conversation was each other's equipment.
"You don't lube much," he began. "I'm not surprised
you use Astroglide."
"I never had much lube, even when I was younger. You
have a lot of lube. That's really convenient for you."
"Most of the time it is, but when I'm jacking, often
it spills over onto my fingers and shaft, and I lose
my grip on my foreskin. I have to wipe it off with a
towel. That's not too bad, because I use the towel to
catch my come. Why did you choose Astroglide?"
"I like it because it's not oily and rinses off with
water. That's why I don't use that greasy kid stuff,"
I said, smiling. "One of the ingredients is glycerin.
That gives me a nice warm feeling in the head. Ever
try it?" Ken got up from the table and said:
"No, but guess what? I bought a bottle just for you.
I'll get it and we can both try it." He went out of
the room, returning with a plastic squeeze bottle of
Astro. He bent over me and skinned back my hood,
squirting a couple of drops into the groove behind the
head. When he rolled my foreskin forward to spread the
viscous liquid and cover the head, a pleasant warm
feeling spread through my glans.
"That feels nice," I said, taking the bottle from his
hand. "Now let me put some on you." He was standing
next to me, his cock at eye level, and I reached up to
retract his foreskin all the way. I squeezed the
bottle, and a couple of drops oozed out to fill his
groove. Now I gently eased his foreskin forward over
the head and saw him smile again.
"You're right," he said. "That does make the head feel
warm. Lubes it nicely, too. I continued to move his
foreskin back and forth in slow small strokes,
watching the wet and glistening glans emerge each time
I pushed back his foreskin. Within seconds his shaft
became more rigid as it swelled, and the head turned
from pink to purple.
"I see that's doing something to you," I said.
"Yeah, it really does. We'd better stop and finish our
meal, or you'll make me shoot right here." He pulled
away and sat opposite me again. I took another bite
and said:
"Well, the dryer should be done soon. I'll help you
make the bed." Just then the buzzer sounded, and we
finished our meal and went to retrieve the load. I
helped him stretch the sheets over the bed and spread
the blanket, although we kept the top sheet and
blanked rolled down, as we doubted we'd need them for
warmth.
"I've got another toy I want to show you," he said.
"Ever try electro-sex?"
"No, never did. You like it?"
"I do. I've found that using the electro box and
electrodes gives me an orgasm even when I'm tired or
drained. It's really powerful stimulation." He reached
into the bedside table and pulled out a small black
box with knobs and an assortment of wires and
electrodes. "Let's try it on you first."
"Okay," I said, somewhat wary but trusting his good
judgment. After all, if he used it, it couldn't be too
bad. I lay back and let him do his thing. He held up a
flat rubber disc about two inches in diameter, with a
wire running from it.
"First, I'll put an electrode next to your anus. I
won't put it in, just coat it with conductive
lubricant and place it between your cheeks so that it
touches your anus." I rolled on my side and felt him
lift my buttock, and a second later something cool
touched my anus.
"Now roll onto your back again, and I'll fit the other
electrode. This time, I'll use this conductive loop."
He held up a loop of black rubber or plastic, attached
to a terminal. Ken skinned back my foreskin and
squirted a few drops of conductive jelly into the
groove behind my cock-head, spreading it around with
his finger. Then he slipped the loop over my glans,
pushing it down so that it encircled the neck of my
penis like a noose, right behind my corona. He
tightened the loop, and attached a wire from its
terminal to the black box. I saw that he'd already
connected the electrode between my cheeks to the box,
for there was a wire running from between my legs. Now
he put a towel over my chest and stomach.
"Now we're set," he said. "I'll start out really low
so that you can feel the current flowing, then I'll
increase the power when you're ready. He turned on the
box and then rotated the power knob. A pleasant tingle
filled my crotch, right to the end of my penis.
"Feel it?" I nodded and he continued. "Now I'll turn
it a bit higher. The current path runs through your
prostate right to the loop behind your head." He
twisted the knob and the tingle increased.
"I can adjust the frequency too. This varies the
sensations you feel. Right now I have it set to the
highest." He twisted another knob all the way to the
left, and the tingle turned into a series of pulses
that made my crotch muscles contract. This was very
pleasant.
'So you can adjust the frequency for variety." I said.
"What else can you adjust?"
"I can adjust for continuous current or pulses. A
circuit interrupts the current at whatever rate I
select. Here, let me show you." He turned another knob
and now I felt distinct pulses, about one per second,
running from my anus to the end of my penis, which was
beginning to stiffen. The head was already swollen,
from the tourniquet effect of both the tight loop and
my thick foreskin collar squeezing my shaft right
behind the glans. A red light on the box blinked in
time with the pulses.
"Now you adjust the power until your cock begins to
jerk. I want you to adjust it because you can feel
what's comfortable for you. Let me set the frequency
to the middle of the range, though. It usually works
best there, and after you can adjust it to what feels
best for you." I twisted the power knob slow, feeling
the pulses become more powerful, until I saw my penis
bob up with each pulse.
"Okay, that power setting might do it for you, but we
can increase it later. Now this is the frequency knob,
Turn that until it feels best for you." I adjusted the
frequency knob, experimenting with different settings.
At the lower end, it seemed too harsh. At the upper
end, I felt a jolt at the beginning of each pulse. In
the middle, the current felt like a smooth surge that
made the muscles in my crotch contract with each
pulse.
"Does it feel like a big hand is squeezing your penis
with each pulse?" he asked.
"Yes it does. I think this might get me off." My penis
was rock-hard now, despite my two orgasms that
morning, and the glassy-smooth head gleamed with
excitement.
"That's because the current is stimulating the
involuntary muscles in your penis and scrotum, making
them contract with each pulse. Your foreskin's
tightening around your cock-head with each pulse. Now
I'll increase the power slightly." He twisted the
knob, and I felt the surges become hotter, more
intense. My penis was jerking up and down hard with
each cycle, the muscular contractions controlled by
the current emanating from the black box. My foreskin
collar was tightening rhythmically around the base of
my glans. I saw a small clear drop fill the teardrop
shaped orifice at the end of my glans.
"See, you're even juicing now. Want a little more?" I
nodded and he twisted the knob a bit farther. The
increase in current took my breath away.
"AH! AH! AH! AH!" I went at each pulse. My legs began
trembling and my stomach muscles contracted. My penis
felt so swollen that it was ready to burst. The
electrically induced throbs in my prick were as
intense as the throbs of orgasm. I wasn't coming yet,
but soon would be, at this rate.
"It's really getting to you now," Ken said. "I'll turn
up the power just a bit, and you'll really feel it."
My eyes had closed, so I didn't see him twist the
knob, but I felt its effect. Each pulse hammered at my
nerve endings, and the nerves themselves, and I was
caught up in something I couldn't control. My entire
crotch area contracted rhythmically, and I felt the
urge build up in my cock-root.
"A bit more..." Ken murmured, and I felt each powerful
surge grip my groin to send me closer to the edge.
Suddenly, I saw stars before my eyes, and my crotch
exploded. My cock-root convulsed, sending a hot heavy
jet up my urethra, and I cried out in joyful agony as
the sensations overwhelmed me. I cried out again as a
second torrent of fluid poured into my tube. I lost
track of time, and became totally disoriented as the
orgasm pounded through my writhing body.
The pulses had stopped, and I lay very still. Slowly I
realized that my orgasm had passed, totally draining
me, and then Ken's voice brought me out of my daze:
"Man, you really came this time. When you were really
into it, I saw your jets shoot two feet into the air."
I opened my eyes and saw him leaning over me, lips
close to mine, then he kissed me lightly.
"Thanks, Ken," I said weakly. "I never felt anything
like that before. Well, maybe when I was 12 and had my
first orgasm. I saw stars in front of my eyes then."
"Did you cry when you had your first come?" he asked.
"I know I did."
"Yes I did. It was so intense I thought I was dying."
I reached up to hug him to me.
"It was beautiful, Jack," he whispered in my ear. "It
was just beautiful watching you come. Your tip was so
big and hard. I touched it with my finger while you
were shooting. You know how it's normally a little bit
spongy? Well, it was hard as a rock, and really dark
purple. I was watching the cream shooting through the
hole at the end, and it was like a fire hose."
"How about you?" I asked. "You going to take your turn
now?"
"Yeah, I will, as soon as I get you cleaned up." He
gathered up the towel, and wiped a drop of juice off
my neck, then took the noose electrode off my penis
and slipped my foreskin forward, milking my shaft as
he did so. He must have known my tip was still too
sensitive to touch with the rough towel, and just
re-covered my glans. I rolled onto my side to let him
retrieve the other electrode, which he coated with
more conductive jelly and slipped into his crack.
Ken took another towel and spread it over himself,
then skinned back to let him place the noose into the
groove behind his glans. The wires were still
connected, so he was ready to go.
"I'm going to work the controls, Jack, because I know
what feels good for me." I noted that his penis was
already half-hard, probably from the excitement of
watching my orgasm, and I prepared to enjoy his
vicariously. He turned on the box and brought the
power up to 50 percent. Smiling at me, he said:
"I'm already feeling that tingle. Now I'm going to set
it to pulse." He twisted another knob and I saw his
penis begin to jerk, swelling with blood as it bobbed
up and down. The head was expanding rapidly, from the
tightness of the noose and his foreskin collar
constricting the veins in his shaft.
"Looks good, Ken," I said. "You're already getting the
spasms in your cock." He raised the power level and
the jerking got harder, the big swollen head bobbing
up and down in time with the red light. I saw his jaw
clench and his scrotum contracted against his body.
"More power..." He murmured as he turned the knob to a
higher setting. Now his penis was jerking forcefully
and the head was darkening to a deep purple, the
corona flaring out against the tight foreskin collar.
Lube was pouring from his long slit and running down
his glans to mix with the jelly. He turned the power
up again and began to gasp as the more powerful pulses
coursed through his penis and prostate gland.
Now he grunted loudly with each blink of the light as
his penis twitched hard, the lube flowing in a steady
stream from the end of his tortured glans. I touched
it, and it felt very hard under my fingertip, without
a hint of the sponginess I was used to. He twisted the
power knob again, slightly, and his grunts became
louder.
His body jerked, and I heard a loud
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" as I saw the first white stream
erupt from his glans like a thick rope, arcing high
over his body to fall onto his chest. His hips heaved
as he again cried out, helpless in the throes of his
electric orgasm, and another heavy jet spewed from his
distended slit. His eyes were tightly shut as he
discharged another gush, and his straining cock
twitched with each jet. His cries of helpless ecstasy
filled the room, and his jerking penis erupted again.
The next jet was weaker, and I knew he was on the
downhill slope now, his penis still jerking with the
current, but shooting with less pressure as he emptied
himself. His cock jerked again as it shot a slower and
less forceful jet, but the big helmet was still dark
purple, the rim flaring proudly over the noose and
retracted foreskin. I knew exactly what he was
feeling, as I'd experienced the same minutes before.
Ken's hand hadn't moved from the box, and now I saw
him turn down the power as his orgasm ran its course.
His penis still twitched with each pulse, but was only
seeping its cream. The steady dribble ran down the top
of his glans, as the lube had done before, and
continued down his shaft.
Ken turned off the power and relaxed, totally drained
and limp. I knew he was sinking into the daze that
inevitably follows a hot, intense orgasm, and I stayed
quiet until he finally opened his eyes. I smiled down
at him.
"That was hot to watch, Ken. Your tip was so dark and
swollen, shooting that cream, and you shot a couple of
feet too, like I did. If I wasn't totally drained, I
might have come just seeing you shoot." I leaned over
and kissed him on his lips. Ken disconnected the wires
and removed the electrodes, while I rolled up the
towel that had caught his ejaculations, and then
pulled his foreskin forward over the shrinking head.
Strangely, we were not sedated by our hot sex play,
but rather, energized. Although it was getting late,
we were ravenously hungry, and we went out for a late
dinner.

The end