Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 12:27:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Evening with Bud, Adult Friends, 1/1

Evening With Bud
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Ken was going to be out of town another day, so Bud
and I decided to spend an evening together. Naturally,
sex play was foremost in our minds. Both Bud and I
loved to experiment, and we'd spent several happy
sessions together, and in a three-way with Ken, trying
different ways of pleasuring each other.
"Ever try blocking your urethra when you come?" Bud
asked as we lay side by side on my queen-sized bed.
"Yeah, I've done that several times, but not lately,"
I replied.
"We haven't yet done it together. Would you like to
make this the program for the evening?" Bud looked at
me questioningly, but I knew he was confident that I'd
agree.
"Love to. However, I think we ought to drink a couple
of cans of Pepsi before we start." I got up and led
the way to the kitchen, where Bud sat at the table
while I extracted two cans of soda from the
refrigerator.
"Like it straight or on the rocks?" I asked as I got a
glass for myself and filled it with ice from my
refrigerator.
"Make mine the same way you're fixing yours," he
replied. "I prefer it on the rocks too." I placed the
two glasses on the table between us and filled them
with Pepsi. As we sipped, I commented:
"You know I like having a full bladder during sex.
This time it's help us flush ourselves even better."
"Yes, that's why I think you had a good idea to come
out here and fill up with soda. In any event, the
caffeine will give us a boost too."
"I've blocked my tube a few times," I said. "It's
really a different sensation from just letting it
shoot."
"It's the same for me. I press a fingertip hard into
the underside of my shaft when I feel myself slipping
into orgasm, and instead of ejaculating I feel the
back pressure of my semen distending my urethra." Bud
had a very precise way of speaking, probably because
he was a professor of English literature at the local
university.
"I think that sometimes some of the juice leaks back
into my bladder," I offered.
"I think that depends on whether your keep up the
pressure throughout your orgasm. At times, I've just
blocked the first two ejaculations and I think
subsequent jets forced the accumulated semen out
through my meatus. Other times I've kept up the
pressure until I'd finished, and some of it may have
leaked back. In those cases, I'd milked my urethra to
force out the fluid. However, whatever had leaked into
my bladder had remained there until I'd urinated."
"We're getting low. Want another can? We'll really
have full bladders then." I asked, pointing to our
glasses.
"Oh, yes, the more the better." I brought another two
cans to the table and refilled our glasses. Bud drank
quickly, and I guessed he enjoyed soda as much as I
did.
"It's different, pinching my tube. It makes me feel
like my cock's swelling even more."
"It's the same for me. My penis is already engorged
with blood from the orgasm, and feeling my urethra
stretch adds to the sensations," Bud said. "Our
conversation seems to be stimulating both of us," he
added.
"I see what you mean, Bud. We're both half-hard." I
saw his prick had lengthened and thickened, the big
red helmet standing out proudly at the end of the
shaft.
"I like the way your foreskin stretches with your
erection. Your glans remains fully covered, even when
you're hard. As you can see, I don't have a foreskin,
just a circular line of excision." Bud was fascinated
by my foreskin, and enjoyed playing with it. As Ken
was also intact, his foreskin received the same rapt
attention from Bud that mine did when we were a
threesome.
"Foreskin or not, you've got a nice tip," I said as I
reached out to squeeze Bud's cock-head gently between
thumb and forefinger.
"Ooohhhh... that makes my groin muscles contract," he
said as his prick swelled fully. "That stimulates my
bulbo-cavernal reflex."
"I know what turns you on," I said as I continued the
gentle squeezing. Bud's erection was longer than mine,
almost seven inches, but the same thickness. His
straight shaft had a big vein on the right side, just
like mine, and at the end was a beautifully shaped red
helmet with a high flaring ridge that stood out
sharply against the neck of his cock.
"I know what turns you on too, Jack." His fingers
reached for the puckered tip of my foreskin and
twisted it. I can stretch the nerve endings this way,
as well as slide it sideways over your glans." My
prick filled out to its full six inches, and I cupped
Bud's balls with my other hand.
"You've got low-hangers," I said. "This'll tighten
them up for you." His balls began to draw up against
his body with his rising excitement.
"Yours are already tight," he said as he cupped them
with his warm fingers.
"They've always been tight. You and Ken have the
low-hangers." His fingers gently kneaded my sac,
rolling the eggs around inside it, and I did the same
for him. Now his fingers began pushing my hood back,
stretching the opening to reveal the tip of my head.
"You've got a very attractive meatus," he said. "It's
just a slit when you're soft, but when the glans
swells the lips pout to form a teardrop shaped
orifice."
"Just like yours. Our helmets are exactly alike,
except for the color. Yours is red."
"Yes, yours is purple, and dark purple around the
corona."
"We'd better finish our drinks and get into the
bedroom," I said, letting go of him and picking up my
glass. Bud brought his glass up and drained it, and we
walked into the bedroom.
"I really adore your penis," he said as he grasped it
again and pushed my foreskin back to bare the round
front dome of the helmet. "I wish so much I had one of
these." I grasped his around the base with one hand
while I ran my fingertip around his scar ring.
"This feels good, doesn't it?" I asked. "I know your
cut line is sensitive."
"Yes it is," he replied as he pulled my foreskin
forward. Then he retracted it slightly farther until
it was halfway down the head. "Stretching your
foreskin back in stages is very sensual."
"For you or for me?" I asked, laughing.
"Both," he replied. "I love to slip it back and feel
it stretch under my fingers as it thins out. You're
fortunate to have a big glans to stretch your foreskin
when I retract it. Now I'll pull it forward to engulf
it." I watched his fingers pull on my foreskin until
the head was once again hidden.
"That sliding action feels good when you do it to me,"
I said, stroking the rim of his big helmet as I spoke.
"Now I'll stretch it back once more, until it's right
on your corona." His warm fingers pushed my foreskin
back, slowly and gently, until almost the entire head
was bared, the edge of my foreskin wrapped snugly
around the rim. He put his nose close to my prick,
inhaling deeply. "I love the way your penis smells.
That rich masculine odor is so arousing." He gently
twisted my foreskin around the flaring rim.
"You've got magic fingers," I remarked as the
delicious sensations flooded my penis.
"I enjoy mutual masturbation the most," he said as his
fingers continued to work their magic on my rock-hard
prick. "Nothing else provides the variety of
sensations. I can push and pull your foreskin, twist
it, pump it, stroke your glans directly, cup your
balls, and bring you to orgasm in many different
ways."
"That's because you know what you're doing," I said.
"Some cut guys don't know what to do with the foreskin
except strip it back and suck on the head." Now I
moved my finger down his rim until I reached the
underside of the head, where I pressed my fingertip
into his hot spot.
"You know what you're doing too, Jack. You just hit a
sensitive spot. I've had a couple of partners who were
also circumcised, and all they seemed to know how to
do was try to pull my shaft skin up over the head.
That didn't work well because I was cut so tightly."
"I guess lubing your prick is the best way to go,
isn't it?"
"Yes, I can enjoy some tremendous sensations when I
lubricate. I know I'll really enjoy it when I feel
your fingers sliding smoothly over my glans and
shaft."
"Well, a gentle touch always seems to work with you. I
like the way you touch me too." Bud had pulled my
foreskin all the way forward, then pushed it back
again.
"Now your foreskin's poised at your corona. I'll just
give it a little push back over the edge and make it
snap down into your sulcus." His fingers dragged my
foreskin back, and it slid over my rim and snapped
into the deep groove behind it. "I like the way your
abundant foreskin forms a thick collar behind the
corona. With men who have less foreskin than you do,
it slides back upon erection and lies flat along the
shaft. You've got a lot to play with." Now my helmet
was totally bare, and he stared at it avidly as a
large drop of clear fluid filled his hole. My
fingertip dipped into it.
"You lube a lot, more than I do. Now I'll start
spreading that lube around your head," I said as I
traced small wet circles around his pouting slit.
"My glans isn't as sensitive as yours but that still
feels wonderful when you do it." Bud's fingertip
lightly traced my ridge around to the hot spot under
the head. I drew in my breath sharply at the sudden
shock of pleasant sensation, and my prick jerked in
his hand. "That really reached you," he said.
"The head's pretty sensitive," I said. "That felt
almost like an electric shock."
"That's what I especially like about your penis," he
said. "Even the slightest touch has an effect. With
mine, you have to use a firmer touch." Bud had seeped
more lube during this time, and I spread it all over
his helmet, massaging it into his flaring rim and the
tender flesh behind it.
"Now I think I'll change my style," I said as I
grasped his prick by the base and began snapping my
fingertip against the head. I began at the top, and
gradually worked down to the rim, sending shock waves
through the big meaty helmet.
"That's why I like mutual," he whispered. "There are
so many ways of stimulating the penis. You're limited
only by your imagination." Now I snapped my finger
against the hot spot under the head, right between the
two bulges where both sides of the rim meet.
"Your balls are so tight against your body," I said.
"Your prick feels so hard..." I trailed off as Bud
pulled my foreskin forward again. When the head was
fully covered by the protective skin, he stabilized my
prick and snapped a finger against the head. I felt
the shock wave shoot through the head and my crotch
muscles contracted.
"I felt your shaft jerk," he said. His finger snapped
against the broad upper surface of the head again, and
my cock throbbed hard.
"That's nice," I said. "You're really turning me on."
His finger snapped against my helmet again, sending
its shock wave through the covering foreskin and into
the tender tissue underneath.
"I know exactly where to snap it, because I can see
the outline of your big helmet through the foreskin.
You're lucky to have such a sharply defined glans."
His finger snapped again, and I moaned with pleasure.
"We'd better take a break," I suggested. "If we don't,
the show will be over before we want it."
"You're right. I'm glad you enjoy a prolonged build-up
as much as I do."
"Well, getting there is half the fun. Anyway, I have a
hotter orgasm with a long build-up." We lay back on
the bed, side by side, my hip and thigh against his. I
enjoyed the contact with his warm flesh as we lay
quietly.
"How would you like to finish up?" he asked.
"I think the best way for me would be to stroke my
foreskin up and down the head. Then you can use your
other hand to pinch my tube. How about you? What would
you like?"
"I guess the plain vanilla way would be best for me
too. Just lubricate my glans and use your fist. You
know the twisting stroke I like." I knew it well,
running my encircling fingers up and down the forward
half of his prick and twisting when I got to the head.
That always brought on his climax quickly. I felt
Bud's hand slide over my thigh, and his fingertips
closed around my har
d prick, slowly sliding the skin over the shaft and
helmet.
"I can feel the contours of your helmet so well, even
though you've got a thick foreskin masking them. Your
foreskin's thicker than Ken's."
"Yeah, and a bit tighter too." His fingers were easing
my hood back part-way over the head, and then forward
again, and I enjoyed the delicious gentle friction.
"My foreskin's a little dry. Can you reach over and
put a little Astroglide on me? The bottle's right on
the table next to you." Bud picked up the bottle and
eased my foreskin back all the way back to bare the
groove, pouring several drops into my groove. He
pulled my hood forward again, and I felt the
deliciously warm sensation of the Astro as the viscous
liquid spread over the head.
"How did you avoid circumcision? You're younger than I
am, and more of your age group got clipped." Bud was
50, and Ken and I were in our early 40s.
"I'm not sure," I replied. "My parents were European,
but a lot of kids born to European parents got it.
Maybe the doctor didn't believe in it."
"Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad your penis is the
way nature made it. Ken too."
"Ken's got a lot of skin too, but it isn't as stretchy
as mine."
"No, yours is both tighter and stretches farther. At
first, I wondered if you were able to retract it." My
fingers closed around his prick.
"You found out soon enough that it does go back. I
like it tight the way it is. That tightness feels
really good when you slide the skin. It was tighter
when I was younger, though. When I was a young kid I
couldn't get it back all the way. I guess all the
exercise I've been giving it loosened it up." Now Bud
slipped my foreskin back all the way until it was
bunched up in the groove behind the rim.
"Yes, it's fully retractile, and I'm glad it is. I'd
hate to be deprived of the pleasure of seeing your
glans, naked and purple. By the way, it's pretty
purple now. You must be getting really excited."
"I am. Now want me to do you?" Bud's fingers were
sliding my foreskin faster, building up my sensations.
The Astro he'd added made the skin slide smoothly and
sensually.
"No, I want to do you first. I'm really eager to watch
you come. Want this towel over you?"
"Yeah, spread it over me." Bud's other hand deployed
the towel over my stomach.
"You may not need the towel if you want me to contain
your entire ejaculation. On the other hand, when I let
go some might dribble out of your urethra."
"Probably will. Better pinch it hard, and keep it
pinched until I stop coming." Bud's fingers picked up
the pace and we fell silent as my excitement mounted.
I felt his other hand clamp around the base of my
shaft, constricting the veins to increase the blood
pressure in my prick.
"Now that I'm squeezing your veins your glans is
becoming darker, Jack. The corona is really dark, and
the back face is almost black. You're close. I'm glad
you're holding on to my penis. That must excite you."
"Yeah, it does, and it feels so good, the way you're
doing it to me."
"Try to relax, Jack. You'll last longer that way." I
was trying to remain relaxed, but the tension was
building up inside me.
"I'm trying, Bud, but I can feel my bladder swelling,
and that's making it hard to stay relaxed. I don't
think I can last much longer."
"Your glans and shaft are so hard now. I'm going to
slow my strokes to try to make your last. Feel it when
I pull your foreskin all the way back? The glans
really stands out when I stretch your foreskin back
along the shaft."
"Oh, yeah, that feels so good," I said. The gentle
friction along the head and the stretching of the skin
were adding to my excitement. "Just be sure to pump me
hard when you feel me start to come."
"I'm going to enjoy feeling your penis throb when your
orgasm begins," he said. "I know that vigorous pumping
of your foreskin will maintain your orgasm." Now he
pulled my foreskin forward in a long gliding action
that brought it up to cover the entire head.
"I can feel a tickling in the head, Bud," I said.
"Your glans is very dark now. I'm going to place my
thumb on top of your shaft and my index finger against
your urethra. When I feel the first throb I'll bear
down to stop the ejaculations." I felt his other hand
shift its grip as he'd said. My eyes closed as I
withdrew into myself with the rise of sensations.
"Now I'm drawing your foreskin back all the way to
bare the glans again. It's really dark and swollen."
"Ohhhh," I moaned lightly. Bud was stretching the
nerve endings in my skin, and my prick was so swollen
it felt ready to explode.
"Now feel the foreskin bump over your corona on the
up-stroke." He slid my skin up and I felt it catch
momentarily on my swollen rim. My hot hard tip ached
for release as the skin slid forward to cover it
fully. The pressure in my bladder seemed to increase,
but I knew I couldn't pee with my prick so hard.
"Back again," he said as he gently eased the hood back
off the head and down my shaft. My hot tip began
tingling, and I knew he'd make me come on the next
stroke because a light warning throb contracted my
crotch muscles.
"Now forward again..." he said he as slid my tight hood
up my rock-hard head. My crotch muscles tightened
hard, then I felt myself dissolving into orgasm as the
first jet shot into my tube.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." I cried out as the
first wave hit. I felt his fingers clamp down on my
shaft, pressing into my tube to stop the gush. I was
fully into it now, and I felt Bud's skilled fingers
jerk my foreskin back hard, then push it firmly up
again over the head, sending shock waves of sensation
through the head and down my shaft. Another jet began,
and my tube expanded under the pressure of my trapped
fluid as Bud pumped my foreskin.
Another surge shot into my tube, and I cried out in
joy and agony as the multiple sensations filled my
prick and groin. My swollen cock throbbed hard in his
fingers as he worked my foreskin up and down over the
throbbing head.
"Your glans is so hard and glossy," I heard him say
through the fog that filled my brain. The heavy
pounding in my groin continued as my tube stretched to
the limit, and I mindlessly cried out again.
The heavy pulses in my cock-root spewed more fluid
into my prick, and now I felt my bladder stretch even
more as some of the juice backed up into it. I was
totally helpless, a prisoner of Bud's skilled hands as
pumped my foreskin hard to force the orgasm from my
straining body.
"I'm holding on tightly," I heard him say as the
intensity of my spasms weakened, and I knew I was
slowly coming down the slope off the high. My groin
twitched a few more times, then became very still.
"I'm letting go now," he said, and I felt his fingers
release the pressure on my tube and as he gently slid
the skin forward to cover the super-sensitive head I
jumped. Then I lay utterly still, drained and
exhausted.
"I see some fluid seeping out," he said. "It's oozing
from your foreskin." I opened my eyes and raised my
head to see my still hard prick lying flat on the
towel covering my stomach as a thin string of white
fluid flowed steadily from my foreskin's pucker.
"Thanks," I said weakly. "That was really intense."
Bud leaned over to kiss me lightly on the lips. I saw
his cock was rock-hard and some clear fluid was
dribbling out of his hole.
"I almost came to orgasm, watching and feeling your
penis throbbing so hard." Bud grasped a corner of the
towel and dabbed at the end of my foreskin.
"Well, lie back and I'll make you come now." I gave
his prick a squeeze around the shaft.
"Do you have to urinate?" he asked.
"No, my muscles haven't relaxed enough yet. I'll do
you now. Just lie back and relax." He lay back on the
bed and I sat up beside him.
"I'm going to hold on to your penis while you do me.
You know how much foreskin excites me. Use the
Astroglide on me," he said. "I don't think I've got
enough lubricant of my own, and anyway the warm
feeling it produces will add to the sensations." I
squeezed several drops from the bottle onto his big
helmet, working it in with my encircling fingers, then
added more until his entire shaft was well-lubed. Now
I began stroking him gently up and down, my fist
traveling the entire length of his slippery shaft.
When I reached the head on the up-stroke, I twisted my
fist to give him an extra fillip of sensation.
"I felt your prick jerk just now," I said.
"Yes, that delicious twisting motion did it," he
replied. "My bladder's very full, and that's also
exciting." I ran my fist down his shaft to the base,
then reversed towards the head, where I again twisted
my fist. I saw his eyes close.
"You're really ready to pop," I commented.
"Yes, working on you already had made me very aroused.
Just keep it up and you'll bring on my orgasm." I
continued stroking him, but shortened my strokes to
concentrate on the head and leave the bottom of his
shaft free for my other hand.
"I'm going to clamp your shaft now, make you really
hard," I said as my fingers closed tightly around his
prick. Within seconds the red head had swelled even
more and the rim really stood out above the neck. I
watched it getting darker red under my twisting
fingers as I massaged his lubricated nerve endings.
"That's nice, that's just right," he moaned as I
continued my strokes. "My bladder's straining, but I
know I can't urinate right now. I'm not going to be
able to hold off, Jack. Just finish me off."
"Tell me when the head starts to tingle," I said. Then
I'll pinch off your tube." My fingers were working
hard on the red swollen head, slippery with Astro and
the drops that were seeping from his teardrop hole. I
saw his body tighten.
"I'm so close, I need the orgasm so much, it's
tingling..." he trailed off as his eyes closed. I
shifted the grip of my other hand, placing my thumb on
top of his rigid shaft and my index finger touching
his urethra on the bottom. I gave his hard glans
another quick twist and felt it throb. Now I pressed
my fingertip hard into the underside of his prick as I
heard him cry out helplessly.
Bud's balls were tight against his body as his hips
bucked and his cock throbbed hard in my fist. I felt
the pulse of his ejaculation hit my index finger as he
cried out in mindless joy. I twisted my fist quickly
around the hard, throbbing head, and felt another
heavy throb. Bud grunted loudly, and his hips bucked
again. His orgasm was in full flight now, and his
breathing was hard and ragged. His lips were drawn
back from his teeth and his face was contorted with
the sweet torture of the orgasm.
	I watched the deep hole at the top of the head as I
continued to stroke him, and not a drop escaped
because I was pressing hard into his tube, blocking
the flow. I knew he must be feeling the pressure I had
just minutes ago, and that this was intensifying his
orgasm. His hips bucked again and his prick throbbed
hard in my hand as another spasm wracked his body. His
fingers around my cock tightened against my softening
erection, squeezing the blood out of it as he went
through another spasm.
I felt his orgasm fading, and his contractions grew
weaker. His prick throbbed a few more times, and when
it stopped I let go, letting it drop onto the towel
I'd placed on his stomach. A drop of white cream
slowly oozed from his tip. I dipped a finger into it
and brought it to my lips.
"Enjoying the taste?" he said playfully as he opened
his eyes.
"Always," I replied.
"Oh, now I feel my bladder's ready to burst. How's
yours?"
"I think I can pee now. Let's get into the shower.
That'll rinse off the cream and the Astro." I got up
and Bud followed as I got into the shower and turned
on the flow. We stood facing each other as the hot
water coursed over the fronts of our bodies, running
over our softening pricks.
"The hot water on my naked glans is so stimulating,"
he moaned. "Let me skin you back so you can feel it
too." His fingers urged back my foreskin, and it slid
easily over the shrunken head. The hot water made my
prick tingle, and I couldn't hold back. I felt the
rush of burning liquid running down my tube and
watched it gush out between us. At the same moment,
Bud's flow began, and I saw the blissful expression on
his face as relief swept over him. Clumps of white
poured from our naked tips along with the yellow
liquid.
"We're draining the semen that leaked back into our
bladders," Bud pointed out. Semen forcing its way back
past our tight sphincters heightened our sensations
during orgasm."
"Yeah, that was a real blast," I replied. "I was
really out of it when I came. Guess you were too."
"Yes, it intensified orgasm for me. My entire body
seemed to be throbbing when you clamped my urethra."
"It was so hot it was almost painful. I'm glad it was
hot for you too."
"Feeling your fingers twisting my glans as you
massaged it was heavenly."
"Your pumping my foreskin so fast kept my orgasm
going."
Our thick yellow streams seemed to last forever as we
stood silently enjoying the sensations. When we were
almost drained, Bud's fingers pulled my foreskin
forward, pinching the end of my nipple shut, and we
watched my foreskin swell like a balloon.
"I love to do that to you," he said. "I waited until
you were almost drained because I knew how much you
needed relief." He released my foreskin's long nipple,
and a thick yellow gush flowed from the end to drop
onto the shower floor. Bud stripped my foreskin back
behind the head again, letting the hot water flow over
the exposed nerve endings, making me drain myself
completely.
When our flows stopped, our hand traveled all over
each other's cocks and balls, massaging them to help
the water rinse away the lubricant, cream, and urine.
After a minute, we were squeaky clean.
"That's another thing I like about Astroglide," he
said. "It rinses off totally because it's water
soluble, not like oil or Vaseline."
"Me too," I added. "It doesn't leave a trace." I
turned off the water and we shared a towel to dry
ourselves. Then we returned to the bedroom, where Bud
picked up the bottle of Astroglide.
"I know you don't have much lubricant or smegma," he
said, "and you use this to keep your foreskin
lubricated. Let me put some on you." I stood still
while he skinned me back totally and squeezed a couple
of drops into the groove behind the head, then slid my
foreskin forward to spread it over the sensitive
surface. Limp, my prick dangled in front of my tight
sac, the foreskin forming a long nipple ahead of the
big bulging helmet.
"Thanks," I said.
"Oh, no thanks necessary. I enjoyed lubricating your
foreskin. I love to handle it." We now lay down on the
bed, with Bud still holding my prick by the long
foreskin nipple. My fingers closed around his limp
cock and we fell asleep that way.

The End