Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2005 07:26:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Finger Job, Adult Friends, 1/1

Finger Job
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Danny's engorged prick seeped lubricant as I swept my
fingers around his flaring rim. The pink color of his
glans had deepened to ruddy as the magic moment
approached, and I knew he would soon be crying out in
agonized ecstasy as his swollen tip shot jet after jet
into the air.
Danny and I enjoyed giving each other hand jobs,
always experimenting with different strokes and
caresses to heighten our sensations. Danny was a
sexual sophisticate, and had introduced me to the idea
of separate orgasms, which allowed each to concentrate
on his own pleasure without having to think about the
other's. This time it was his turn to receive
pleasure, and mine to give it. When he arrived at my
apartment, we stripped down and went into the bedroom,
sitting on the bed facing each other.
I began by pinching his cock-head through the
enveloping skin. Neither of us was cut, but our
foreskins were very different, although our hard-ons
were about the same size: slightly over six inches.
Danny's foreskin was thin, and barely came to the end
of his glans when his prick was limp. Now that his
prick had begun swelling, his hood slid back until it
lay inverted and flat along his shaft, completely
exposing his long, sensitive head.
I thought Danny's prick handsome, partly because of
the large helmet-like glans, with its compound curves
and flaring rim. He also liked mine, for similar
reasons. Danny also enjoyed playing with my foreskin,
which was very different from his. I had a long,
funnel-shaped hood that came out beyond the end of my
nosecone, forming a nipple that he rolled between
thumb and forefinger. Playing with my prick increased
Danny's excitement, and he handled my cock right until
the moment he came.
Danny's cock was fully hard, with the pee-slit pouting
in an oval shape, and I stretched out alongside him in
a "69" position to get closer to his hard-on. I always
liked to have a front-row seat when I made him come,
so that I could see everything up close. Right now, I
saw the first drop of clear lube seeping from Danny's
hole, and I placed my fingertip on it, rubbing it in
small circles around his hole. His prick throbbed
slightly, and another drop emerged. I rubbed his
helmet in wider circles, spreading the lubricant over
the tender, shiny surface.
Danny's prick-head was a healthy pink, with a blunt
nose indented with the oval of his orifice.
Underneath, the twin lobes formed a triangular groove
between them, and  the two sides spread as they swept
back and upward to form the flaring rim on top of his
shaft, two inches back from the end, giving it the
distinctive "helmet" shape instead of a "mushroom." A
thin strip of sensitive tissue, the gee-string, ran
from the bottom of his triangular groove to the
foreskin, and plucking this would give Danny shivers.
I ran my lubricated fingertip down under the
cock-head, just touching his gee-string, and his cock
gave a powerful throb as a gush of pre-come poured
from his hole.
What we did to each other was really a "finger job,"
as I used several fingers to spread the slippery goo
all over Danny's glans, from blunt nose to flaring
rim, and I heard him gasp at the strong sensations. We
used fingertips to caress our turgid tips because we'd
found that this produced very acute sensations. Danny
had shown me how the ridges on our fingertips that
provided fingerprints also felt very good when
caressing the sensitive glans. I had gasped and cried
out when he'd first run his fingers around my
lubricated ridge, because it was so sensitive.
To me, it had felt almost like an uncontrollable urge
to pee, but as I'd done so a few minutes before, not a
drop emerged. With each maddening caress, another hot
urge to pee swept over me, but no urine came, only
drops of pre-come. I was gratified and enchanted by
the delicious sensations, which I'd never before
experienced. Danny had said that this type of stroking
did exactly the same to him.
He'd explained to me that our cock-heads were always
protected under our hoods, and were exposed only while
peeing and for washing. Even when masturbating, we
usually stroked our smooth foreskins over the
sensitive tips. This is why the ridged skin of our
fingertips was so stimulating, requiring only light
caresses to bring on a powerful climax. However, we
had to keep the touches light, almost teasing, for
maximum sensations. Danny, more experienced than I,
had told me that the fingertip technique worked best
with uncut guys, because their cock-heads were more
sensitive.
Danny was writhing now as I spread more of the
steadily seeping fluid over his tender cock-head. Even
though it evaporated, there was always a fresh supply
to keep his helmet and my fingers wet and slippery. I
ran my fingers around the high ridge, then back along
the inverted foreskin behind the head, feeling the
warmth of his cock.
I enjoyed caressing Danny's prick, knowing that it
pleasured him so acutely, and found that it always
turned me on as well. I was aware that my cock was
fully hard, even though Danny was still only stroking
my foreskin nipple. Because I wasn't supposed to cum
until after he'd had his, he avoided uncovering my
glans. Anyway, he knew what it looked like, having
seen it many times. I had a long, flaring Darth Vader
helmet, about two inches long like his tip, that was
normally purple and became deeper purple when its
teardrop shaped hole spit its cream. Now, I felt the
familiar tickle deep in my cock-root, telling me that
drops of lubricant were seeping up my tube.
Inches in front of my eyes, Danny's cock-head had
darkened slightly with the congestion of blood. I ran
my fingertips over the rear of his thick corona,
feeling the tiny bumps of his nerve endings. Danny
moaned slightly, because the sensations were so
intense. I knew exactly what he was feeling, because I
felt the same sensations when he did me. Each touch
was like a jolt to my nervous system, filling my prick
with sensations that were almost too intense to bear.
My cock would throb, and ache for release.
Danny was closer to the edge now, and I felt his
cock-head lose its sponginess as it went into its
final swelling. I really enjoyed watching the rim
flare out even more, and the color darken as more
blood filled his cock. The tiny, nerve-filled bumps
behind his ridge became darker as I watched. Clear
lube gushed from his hole, and I spread it over the
glossy surface to replenish what had evaporated. Now I
ran my fingertips over the smooth tissue in front of
the ridge, knowing that Danny responded to every
touch, every caress. "I'm really turned on," he
muttered. "Me, too," I replied. Danny had been crying
out softly, "AHH-AHH-AHH," as the sensations gripped
him and he anticipated glorious release. His cock
gushed pre-cum as his body tensed involuntarily and
his legs began trembling. I swept my fingers around
his hard- flaring rim again, then placed my thumb
under the cock-head, right in the triangular groove
containing his hot button, as I rubbed my fingertips
sideways around the high ridge on top.
I wanted to keep him at the edge as long as I could,
so I lightened my touch. Danny's eyes were closed, and
he threw his head back. I saw his lips pull back from
his teeth as the supreme moment approached. I clamped
my other hand around the base of his cock and squeezed
hard, trapping the blood flow as my thumb squeezed his
hot button and my fingers flew around his ridge. My
cock-head tingled inside its hood, because I felt so
turned on by Danny's excitement.
Danny cried out as his prick throbbed powerfully in my
hands. A gush of white cream shot out the tip into my
palm, then dripped onto his stomach. His cock throbbed
again, and an even longer ribbon of white fluid
streamed from his distended orifice. His shining head
throbbed under my fingers as I stroked it along its
broad upper surface, then again around the sensitive
ridge. Another spasm gripped Danny as his cock spit
another hot jet into my hand. Suddenly, I was aware of
Danny's fist yanking back my foreskin and his fingers
stroking my ridge and the groove behind it. With my
turned-on state, this sudden jolt of sensation drove
me over the edge, and I felt a powerful surge in my
cock-root that forced the first burning jet of hot
lava up my prick. Danny's distended cock-head shot
another stream as mine blasted its load of cum onto
the bed sheet.
My prick was tingling all over, from bloated purple
helmet to throbbing root, and my mind went on "HOLD"
as I became lost in the throes of orgasm. Hot spasms
wracked my body, but my fingers still caressed Danny's
bulging glans as I wrapped my hand around it, pumping
up and down on both head and slippery shaft. I felt
Danny's fingers sliding in the pre-come and white
cream as they stroked my throbbing cock-head, and more
jets burned their way up my tortured tube.
We hadn't planned this, but events had caught up to
us. This wasn't the first time it had happened that
we'd both come because we were so turned on, but it
was the first time that Danny had made me come on
purpose during his orgasm. Before, I'd found my hips
pumping my engorged prick into Danny's fist, my
cock-head still inside its hood as I tried to plunge
it through his fingers. This time, he'd stripped back
my helmet so his fingers could reach my tip and finish
me off.
When the last spasm had passed, we were exhausted.
Danny and I lay silently on the queen-size, staring
into space, not saying a word before our eyes closed
and we dropped off into exhausted sleep.

The End