Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2005 08:13:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gordon, Adult Friends, 1/1

Gordon
By jackinnm@yahoo.com

I hang around the Internet Chat Room a lot, and my
contacts there have led to a few meetings. One was
with Gordon, who was ten years younger than my 63
years and lived in Hawaii. We'd found each other
interesting because we both have long thick foreskins
covering our shapely helmet heads, and we'd
cyber-jacked together many times, to our great joy.
When Gordon told me he was coming to the mainland, we
arranged to meet.
I went to his hotel room that afternoon, lightly
dressed because of the summer heat. Gordon remained
behind the door as he let me in, for he was naked, and
I saw the fur on his body. He truly was a "bear," and
proud of his hirsute nature. I was out of my clothes
in a minute, my eyes never leaving his body as I
undressed. He was already half-hard in anticipation.
As we faced each other naked, we took in each other's
appearance. Gordon was about 6'1", 215 lbs., hairy of
course, and with brown hair and eyes. The outline of
his bulky glans distended the long foreskin covering
his cock, which arced boldly over a low-hanging
scrotum. I was about an inch taller, 210 lbs., with a
roll of middle-aged fat and my cock appeared smaller
than his, the big helmet's outline clearly visible
through my long, nippled foreskin. Unlike his, my
scrotum was tight against my body.
"I can't wait," Gordon said. He lay down on the unmade
bed on his right side, and I joined him quickly.
"I want to feel you," I said. We lay facing each other
on the queen sized bed, and I ran my fingers lightly
through his mat of chest hair, working down to his
stomach. Gordon caressed my flank, then slipped his
fingers between my thighs. We saw our pricks
responding to these peripheral caresses, and within
seconds both were fully hard.
"You've got a nice six-incher," he remarked, fingers
lightly touching my scrotal hairs. "It's a grower, not
a shower." He was referring to my prick's being
smaller than his while limp, yet expanding to
respectable size when filled with blood. Gordon's limp
prick had seemed much larger, but erection had made it
rigid but not much larger, and his hard cock was only
about half an inch longer than mine. The head was
about the same shape and size as mine.
"Both heads are still covered with foreskin," I
replied. "I think that's really sexy." We both knew
that many uncut guys had shorter skins than ours, and
that with erection, their cocks lengthened and pushed
the heads right out of their fleshy envelopes.
"Yep. Makes handling them a lot easier and more fun,
too." His fingers gently squeezed my glans, provoking
a responsive throb in my cock-root. "I can feel your
bulbo-cavernal reflex," he said. Gordon was truly a
sexual sophisticate, which pleased me greatly. He kept
squeezing my cock-head, making my cock throb with
every squeeze. I slipped a finger inside the opening
in his foreskin and pressed against his meatus,
sliding around in the thick lube he was secreting. I
spread his lube in small circles around his hole, then
slipped my finger farther into his hood, stretching
his nerve endings as I probed for his corona. We both
saw the outline of my finger driving deeper into his
foreskin until it reached the flaring ridge. Now I ran
my fingertip around the ridge, down one side until I
reached the hot spot under the head. I pressed my
fingertip into the cleft between the twin lobes of his
glans, and my thumb compressed his flaring corona
through his hood. This produced a powerful throb in
his cock, and Gordon sighed deeply.
"Man, you sure know how to make my prick feel good,"
he said. He pulled forward on the edge of my foreskin,
stretching it beyond the head, stretching the nerve
endings. Then he twisted my foreskin slightly over the
head, delivering that delicious sideways friction that
was so arousing to me. I responded by thumbing the
skin over his engorged corona, compressing and rubbing
it at the same time. His breathing became more rapid
as the sensations I was producing dominated his
attention. Now he stopped working my prick.
"I want you to retract me," he said. I knew this was
an important moment for him, the moment when I'd
lovingly slide his long thick foreskin back to reveal
the glorious glans. We were both glans worshippers,
another factor that made us so compatible. We felt
that the glans is by far the most beautiful part of
the prick, especially the uncircumcised model, and
that skinning it back to reveal its beauty is a very
sexy and defining moment. Nature had been good to us,
providing us each with a large, well-formed glans,
shaped like a helmet and with a high flaring ridge
that stood out above the shaft. Both were purple,
although his was a bit more reddish than mine, and
both darkened significantly when we neared orgasm.
Both our cock-heads had smooth, shining surfaces
studded with nerve endings, and both were protected by
long foreskin that kept the precious heads moist and
tender.
With thumb and forefinger, I lovingly stripped
Gordon's prepuce back, going slowly so that he could
feel every stretch of the nerve endings. The lips of
his long slit were parted by a large drop of clear
lubricant. I worked his hood forward to engulf the
drop of lube, then pulled it back to spread the fluid
over the glossy surface of his glans. I continued to
pull back, feeling the resistance increase, until the
foreskin stretched to the max over the thick flaring
corona. Now one final tug made it snap down into the
deep groove behind the head, and I held it there to
stabilize his prick while I continued to excite it.
The index finger of my other hand traced small circles
around Gordon's long slit, spreading the fluid that
continued to ooze from its lips. I heard him sigh
deeply, as this was very arousing for him.
"Now I'll retract you," he said, his fingers taking a
firm grip of my foreskin. I felt the gentle pressure
on my glans as he began to ease back the long hood.
Retraction was as arousing for me as it was for him,
and we both stared, fascinated, as the opening widened
to reveal my meatus. Unlike his slit, the lips of mine
pouted when the glans engorged with blood, forming a
beautiful teardrop shape. We saw that the teardrop was
filled with clear fluid, and Gordon used a fingertip
to spread it over the sensitive surface around the
orifice.
"Let me give you a shot of Astroglide," he said as he
held the small bottle over the end of my hard prick.
I'd told him that I don't secrete much lubricant, and
used Astroglide to lube my foreskin. He dripped
several drops into the wide orifice of my foreskin and
pulled the skin back slowly to spread the colorless
lube evenly over the head. The liquid felt warm on my
mucous membranes, because Astroglide is part glycerin.
I felt the stretchy feeling increase as the skin rode
over my flaring ridge, then Gordon gave a final tug to
bring the skin snapping down into the deep groove
behind the ridge. Now both our tips were open to view,
purple and glossy, with their thick collars of skin
bunched behind the coronas and filling the grooves
behind them.
Now I pulled back harder on Gordon's skin, baring the
back face of his sensitive corona and the deep groove
behind it. I ran my fingertip around the sensitive
ridge's back face, caressing the studded nerve endings
and probing the groove. Gordon shuddered as I traced
the outline of his rim, working my way down to the hot
spot underneath.
"I'm going to give you a little Astroglide, just to
make sure your lube doesn't dry out," I said as I
poured several drops onto his shining glans, working
the lube in with my fingertips.
"That makes the head feel nice and warm," he said.
"It's the glycerin," I replied as I caressed his
cock-head thoroughly, from the bulbous dome to the
sexily flaring rim. I rubbed a fingertip across the
broad upper surface, then around his slit, then worked
back to the fleshy purple corona, making his nerve
endings sing.
"OOOOOOOOOHH, that feels so goood," he sighed. His
fist wrapped around my shaft and gently worked my
foreskin up and down my glans, pumping the thick
fleshy collar over the rim, then downhill to the front
dome, stretching it out, then pulling back again
slowly to make me feel every ripple of sensation. Now
he skinned me back again and worked his fingertip in
small circles around my hole.
As I gently traced the outline of his sexy corona, I
saw his balls tighten against his body, a sure sign
that he was becoming very aroused. When I pressed my
fingertip hard into his hot spot under the head, he
shuddered and groaned.
"I need to come, Jack, I really need it," he moaned. I
knew that he was so aroused that the need to release
his juices produced a hot feeling of urgency.
"Okay, Gordon, I'll make you cream. Just lie on your
back like we'd done on the chat, and I'll make your
prick spurt." I nudged him onto his back and straddled
his thighs, exactly as I'd described during our
cyber-sex chats, holding his shaft with one hand as I
cupped his balls with my other hand. I worked his
foreskin up and down, lightly bumping his ridge each
up-stroke.
Gordon's fist still encircled my cock, but not
stroking it much. I knew that holding my cock and
moving my skin was very arousing to him, but I was in
no danger of premature orgasm. I wanted to keep my
focus on making Gordon cream, because we both knew
that this produced more intense orgasms than trying to
come together.
"Do it, make me come!" He urged in a tortured voice,
and I knew that the time for mild and measured
stimulation was over. I spread a towel over his
stomach and chest to catch the juice.
I steadied his shaft with my fist, pulling down hard
on the skin to bare his sensitive glans right down to
the groove. I used the fingertips of my other hand to
massage his glans lightly, working around the sexy
contours, keeping my fingertips moving to avoid tiring
out his nerve endings. Keeping the sensations fresh
was the key to this technique, and Gordon began
moaning from the first moment.
I ran a fingertip down his slit and under the head,
probing the deep valley between the twin lobes under
his glans, then thumbed his corona to complement the
sensations. I ran my fingertips all around his ridge,
first on the flare, then in the groove. I felt
Gordon's hot glans harden under my fingertips, and
when I saw his eyes close, I knew I'd be feeling his
orgastic pulses soon.
"Your tip's hot and hard, Gordie," I whispered. "I can
feel you're close." Gordon just moaned, moving his
head from side to side. I felt his fist tighten on my
hard shaft, and I pressed hard under his head. His
prick pulsed in my hand, and I hard him moan
"AH-HAH-HAH," as I pressed. I knew he was on the
brink.
"I'm going to keep you on the edge for a few seconds,
Gordie," I said as I relaxed my pressure. I knew we
both enjoyed those delicious moments of anticipation
as we felt the force of the orgasm swell. His hot tip
reddened even more, and the rim was deep purple. Clear
juice oozed from his slit, running down the hot hard
glans under my fingertips and cushioning the
sensations to let me keep him on the brink a few more
precious seconds.
His eyes were closed tightly, his scrotum tight and
wrinkled against his body, and I knew that within the
next few seconds the intense explosion would begin. I
continued to massage the hard glossy surface of his
wet tip with my fingers, provoking more moans:
"HAH-HAH-HAH!"
I saw his stomach muscles rippling under the towel,
and his legs trembled between mine as I straddled him.
His slit was distended with the steady stream of lube
pouring from it, and I saw that the clear fluid was
now slightly milky, a sign that he'd blast off within
a second or two.
His hot cock throbbed hard in my encircling fingers,
and a thick white stream shot from the end as Gordon
blew his load. His cries of joy changed to "NNNG!
NNNG! NNNG!" in time with each ejaculation as he hot
white jets erupted from his slit. His body strained
against mine as he tumbled helplessly into the
free-fall of orgasm.
Anyone listening would have thought he was being
brutally tortured, but I knew he was crying out in the
joyful agony of orgasm a
s he went "NNNG! NNNG! NNNG!" and writhed under me.
His hips bucked hard as his body sought to thrust his
throbbing tip through my caressing fingers. The jets
arced ten inches onto the towel, as his release was in
full force.
Now the jets slackened, slowing in rhythm and the jets
turning into dribbles. His cries subsided into heavy
gasps, and he was coming down off his high. Finally,
he lay utterly still under me, and I felt his penis
begin to soften in my hands. The beautifully contoured
tip lost its hardness and returned to its usual spongy
state. I slipped the long hood forward over the head,
until it was totally encased. His penis lay limp on
his balls.
Gordon's eyes opened, and he smiled at me, sweat
running down his forehead.
"Wow! That was really hot! It was nice on the cyber,
but feeling your fingers on me was seventh heaven!" I
returned his smile.
"I loved making you come, Gordie," I said. "It felt
wonderful, straddling your legs and knowing that I was
pulling the orgasm from you." I felt his fist tighten
on my hard prick, and I knew he was eager to return
the favor. I lay on my back and Gordon spread another
towel over my body. He straddled my legs as he held my
shaft tightly in his fist.
I felt his hand begin a slow and rhythmic stroke up
and down my shaft, peeling back my hood from the
engorged glans, then pushing it forward again to
envelope it as my arousal increased. His strokes
became longer, and I felt the strain in my nerve
endings as he pulled the long thick foreskin back
hard, totally baring my glans, corona, and the deep
groove behind it.
"I'm going to pour on more Astroglide," he said as he
held the bottle over my rock-hard prick. The drops
fell onto my exposed tip and then he began spreading
them carefully over the hot surface with his
fingertips. His other fist held my foreskin tightly
back as he massaged my bare glans, working his
fingertips into every groove, following every contour,
making me moan in delight.
My eyes closed, but I could feel every touch as his
hot fingertips sent hot sparks of sensation stabbing
deeply into my glans, fueling my excitement. I knew I
could not hold out, and that his maddening caresses
would bring on orgasm within seconds.
"Your turn, Jack," he murmured. "Now you're going to
shoot for me." I felt my cock root throb in response,
and my leg muscles began trembling as his had during
the last stage of the build-up. My awareness of the
world around me dimmed as my attention focused totally
on the sensations in my cock. Now my entire body
tightened up, even as I was trying to remain relaxed,
and I knew I'd blast my juice any second.
"Your tip's hot and hard," he said as his fingertips
caressed the contours. I felt his touches run around
my engorged rim, tracing it down to the triangular
groove, then running up the other side. Now they moved
to the dome and worked in circles around my orifice.
"You're really seeping, Jack," he said. "When you get
this hot, you pour it out just like me." I felt my
engorged tip, fully swollen, and a gentle tickle
inside my prick as the lubricating fluid flowed up my
tube. The sensations were building up, and I heard
myself moan in the distance.
Suddenly, my cock root contracted, and I felt the
first hot burning gush shoot up my urethra, and I
cried out helplessly as Gordon's fingers massaged the
orgasm from my body. My whole world was in my cock,
and my consciousness dimmed as I went headlong into
the abyss.
My entire body shuddered as I screamed in agonized
ecstasy, and each gush felt like a torrent of hot lava
as it burned its way up my tube. It felt as all of the
fluids in my body were extruding through my narrow
tube, distending it and stretching its nerve endings.
Gordon's fingers insistently tortured my throbbing
glans, pulling more jets from my prick, and I let
myself go, helpless in his hands.
Slowly I became aware that my prick was throbbing more
slowly, and the gushes had slowed to trickles. I felt
each drop as it distended the lips of my orifice, and
realized that Gordon's fingers had stopped because my
tip was too sensitive now. I began to relax, savoring
the last weak contractions of orgasm, enjoying the
delicious relaxation that was creeping over me.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Gordon smiling down at
me.
"Boy, you sure poured a hell of a load out," he said.
"I didn't think you'd ever stop. I normally shoot a
lot, but you shot even more. It's all over the towel,
and one jet landed on your neck." He wiped my neck
with a corner of the towel as he spoke.
I was speechless, stunned by the aftershock of orgasm.
I felt his body alongside mine as he lay down beside
me, and we cuddled for a few minutes before going out
to eat.

The end