Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 07:01:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Plat with Ronnie, Adult Friends, 1/1

Foreskin Play with Ronnie

by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

     Ronnie was short and chunky, about 5'8" compared
to my slender 6'2", blond, and his cock matched his
muscular body, a wrinkled, tapering worm with a thick
pucker at the end. He was 67, four years older than I,
but in better shape than I. Like me, he wore
trifocals, but unlike me, he wore a mustache. I'd met
him in the Internet chat room, and we'd enjoyed
cyber-sex together several times. He lived about 50
miles away from me, but at freeway speeds, this was
less than an hour's drive.
     We'd decided to get together for some in-person
sex, and that hot Saturday morning when he rang my
doorbell I rushed to let him in. He was exactly as
he'd described himself, and I saw the look of relief
on his face when he saw that my self-description had
been as accurate as his. I'd been wearing only shorts,
and I dropped these after leading Ronnie to the
bedroom.
     I turned to watch him disrobe, and this show took
only about ten seconds as he discarded shirt, shorts,
and sandals. His cock looked like a wrinkled, smoothly
tapered worm, with a thick pucker at the end. Mine had
a distinct widening where the head pushed out the
foreskin, which narrowed at the end to form a nipple
beyond the glans.
     "I like the beautiful bulge at the end of your
prick," he commented. "It's just like you said it
was." We sat on the bed facing each other, our cocks
slightly more than a foot apart.
     "We both have lots of foreskin," I replied. I was
very happy that our cocks had not felt the bite of the
blade. Our foreskins had been the reason we'd taken to
each other on the chat and in person, because guys
with foreskins know how to handle natural dicks. Some
cut guys don't know what to do with a partner's
foreskin because theirs had been removed at birth.
     Ronnie grasped the end of my foreskin between two
fingers and began rolling it, twisting the thick hood
over my glans, and I felt my cock begin to respond. I
ran one hand along the inside of his thighs, then
began tickling the hairs on his low hangers. I watched
his scrotum contract, bringing his balls up against
his body. Mine were already there, as I have a tight
scrotum.
     Now I began gently squeezing the thick worm
protruding from his sparse blond pubic bush. My
fingers felt for the glans through the thick skin, and
I gave the ridge a few squeezes. His prick throbbed
slightly in my hand as his bulbo-cavernal reflex
kicked in with each squeeze of the glans.
     The outline of his glans became visible through
the thick skin as it expanded, and within about 30
seconds we were both fully hard. I spread a towel
between us, as I was sure we'd soon be dribbling. My
penis measures an honest six inches, from pubic bone
to the end of my glans. If I stretch out the hood,
it's a bit more. Ronnie's seemed to be slightly longer
than mine, but his hood extended another half inch
beyond the end even with a hard-on. I tweaked the end
of his foreskin.
      "I'm so glad you're here," I said. "Cyber is
okay, but feeling your warm fingers wrapped around my
prick is heavenly."
     "Both our cock-heads are still covered," he
commented. "A lot of guys' skins pull back when they
get hard."
     "You can pull mine back, if you do it in slow
stages," I urged. His fingers tightened on my foreskin
and slipped it back enough to bare the front dome of
my big purple helmet. The fresh, musky aroma of my
foreskin and glans filled the air.
     "Nice smell," Ronnie said as he pushed my hood
forward, then tugged it back a bit farther. More of my
purple dome protruded, and Ronnie observed: "Your tip
is purple. When you get mine back, you'll see it's
red."
     "Yours uncovers then," I said. "Should I strip it
back fast or slow?"
     "Nice and slow," he replied. "It didn't always
skin back. When I was in my teens I couldn't get it
back at all, even when soft. The school doctor wanted
to circumcise my prick, but my father wouldn't let
him."
     "I'm glad he didn't," I said. "I prefer your
prick this way. I began slipping his tight foreskin
back slowly, as he had mine. The nose of his red glans
appeared, and I saw the slit at the end. A drop of
clear fluid parted its lips. I pushed the skin tube
forward to cover the head, then pulled it back
farther. Ronnie's prick aroma wafted up and I said:
     "I love the smell of your cock. It's heavy and
musky, very sexy." I pushed his foreskin forward
again, then slipped it back farther, almost to the rim
of the head. His cock-head was smaller than mine,
tapering sharply to a small nose, and I wanted to skin
him completely to see his rim. Ronnie was ready to
unskin my glans, and I saw the edge of my long thick
hood poised on the flaring rim.
     "I like the way your rim flares," he said as he
gave a final tug that made the foreskin snap down into
the deep groove behind my rim. "Makes it look like a
helmet."
      "I'd like it even better if it were bell-shaped,
with the flare continuing all around the rim. I think
that's really sexy looking."
     "I like yours just the way it is. Look at your
slit, shaped like a teardrop. That's sexy." Ronnie
pulled back harder on my skin, baring the groove as
the thick skin collar slipped farther back along my
shaft. "That's the way you masturbate, right? With the
skin pulled all the way back?"
     "That's what I do when I'm ready to come," I
replied. "I like to watch the head swell all the way,
without the foreskin or my fingers squeezing it."
     "Yeah, you told me about it on the chat. I shot
my load reading your description."
     As Ronnie spoke, my fingers pulled his shroud all
the way back, revealing his flat corona. It had no
flare, and it stood about 1/8" above the shaft. I
touched his wet tip lightly with one fingertip. Ronnie
shuddered, gasping as a drop of clear lube poured from
his slit.
     "Wow, that feels so sensitive," he urged. "My
tip's always been very sensitive. Now slide the skin
up and down." I slid his foreskin all the way up,
covering the head once more.
     "My tip used to be too sensitive to touch
directly when I was younger. I'd get off just jiggling
the skin over it. Now it's not as sensitive as before,
but still pretty tender."
     "We all lose sensitivity when we get older," I
said. "At our age we can use all the sensitivity we
have."
     "That's for sure," Ronnie replied. "There are
guys in their 60s who just can't do anything anymore.
You and I are lucky our pricks still work. I think
having foreskin keeps the head sensitive." While
speaking, Ronnie's hand had been insistently moving my
foreskin over the bulging head in long, sensual
strokes. I'd been fondling and squeezing his tip
through the thick hood.
     "I think you just might be ready to go," I
suggested. "Want me to make you come the way you
described on the chat?"
      "Yeah, make me come in my hood," he said. "I
always like the feel of my hot cream spreading over
the head." I grasped the end of his foreskin between
thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and with my
right I twisted the skin behind it left and right over
his glans.
     "Did you ever watch yourself shoot?" I asked.
     "Yeah, a few times, years ago. I like to watch my
foreskin swell when the juice fills it, though."
     "You a shooter or a dribbler?" I asked.
     "Mine always shoots out," he replied. "How about
you?"
     "When I do myself, I usually dribble. When
another guy's hand is on my prick, I often shoot the
first couple of jets. At least, that's what they tell
me. My eyes usually close when I'm about to come."
     "Well, this time I'll tell you what happens. I
can't wait to watch that big helmet of yours turn dark
purple and shoot its load." Ronnie's breathing had
deepened as we'd spoken, and now my fingers felt his
glans harden through the enveloping skin.
     "You're close, Ronnie," I said. "Want to lie
back?"
     "No, I'll sit and watch it happen," he replied. I
tightened my grip on the end of his foreskin to make
sure there were no leaks as I kept twisting the skin
over his engorged tip.
     "Just remember, you don't have to keep stroking
once my orgasm starts. It'll go by itself. Just keep
the end of the skin closed." He added. "OH-OH-OH," I
heard Ronnie grunt as his sensations built up,
bringing him closer to the moment of release. He
stared intently at his prick, watching me stimulate
it. We couldn't see it, but I was sure the head had
turned darker color under the hood.
     I felt the first pulse in his glans, and his
foreskin jerked between my fingers as Ronnie shot his
first load. His cry of joyful agony filled the air as
the sensations of orgasm overwhelmed him. His prick
throbbed again and as I'd removed my hand I saw the
foreskin begin to distend with his juice. I felt every
pulse through the end of his foreskin as his prick
jerked with the jets of orgasm, and the foreskin
bulged to twice normal diameter around the head.
Ronnie groaned in ecstasy, his stomach muscles
quivering, as the heavy sensations ran their course
through his body.
     When his penis had stopped throbbing I reached
for a wad of tissues because I knew he'd have a lot of
juice seeping from the end of his foreskin. I held the
tissues under the end of his prick as I slowly
released the end of his hood. A gush of white cream
emerged, and I estimated that he'd shot at least two
tablespoons of cream. The characteristic chlorine odor
filled the air. His prick began to soften, and I
carefully wiped the puckered end, leaving the head
covered because I knew his tip would be too sensitive
to wipe right after orgasm.
     "Now it's your turn," he said, as he pushed me
back flat on the bed. He'd let go of my penis while I
was building him up to orgasm, but mine was still hard
from the excitement of watching him come. Ronnie
spread the towel over my stomach and resumed stroking
my hood back and forth over the head.
     I relaxed every muscle in my body, as the
sensations absorbed my attention. I felt a tickle
begin in the rim of my cock-head as Ronnie snapped my
foreskin back and forth over it. The tickle gradually
filled the entire head and became hypnotic because my
mind focused on the sensation, ignoring everything
else. My breathing deepened and my awareness of the
world outside me receded as the delicious tickle in my
cock-head captured all my attention. The tickle
changed to a hot tingle, and I began to cry out with
the intensity of the sensations. I heard myself going:
      "AH-AH-HAHHH" as the hot tingle filling my glans
became stronger. My eyes closed.
     "Your tip's getting darker," I heard Ronnie say
in the distance. "You're close now." I felt his
fingers peeling back my hood all the way, tugging hard
to stretch the nerve endings, and this sent hot sparks
of sensation stabbing into my prick. My fully engorged
glans ached for release.
     "My tip's tingling," I whispered, barely able to
get the words out as I felt Ronnie's fingers push my
foreskin forward to bump my ridge lightly. He pulled
my foreskin back again, stretching the nerve endings
and making me moan louder. I felt my crotch muscles
tighten as orgasm rushed to me, and I cried out
helplessly. I felt a drop of liquid crawling up my
tube, lubricating the way for the geyser to come.
     I saw bright lights before my eyes as the world
exploded and the heavy pounding of orgasm began in my
cock-root. My entire mind was in my throbbing prick as
the first hot jet burned its way up my tube. I heard
my anguished cries of joy distantly as another spasm
gripped my cock-root, sending another gush up my
penis. I felt Ronnie's fingers pushing and pulling on
my tightly stretched hood, making my nerve endings
vibrate. I don't know how many spasms wracked my
cock-root before it was all over.
     My breathing returned to normal, and I opened my
eyes to see Ronnie looking down at me.
     %2
2Man, that was a sight," he said. "I watched your tip
get dark purple, and the ridge really flared out when
I skinned you back. Then you started shooting, really
shooting, and I felt your cock throbbing in my hand as
it drained itself. If I hadn't already come, just
watching and feeling your prick shoot would have
pushed me over the edge."
     The throbs in my prick had subsided, but I saw
that an occasional drop would seep out of the opening
my my softening glans. Ronnie pushed my foreskin
forward to envelope the tip, and this milked more
white drops from my prick. They fell onto the towel,
joining the pools of cream cooling in the air.
     "I think you shot ten inches, those first jets,"
he continued. "Then you slowed down, and at the end
your tip was just dribbling."
     "Thanks," I said softly. "That was terrific."
Ronnie wiped off my penis, and we snuggled together to
sleep, resting for what was to be a weekend of hot
sex.

The end