Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 11:21:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Indoor Hot Tub, Adult Friends, 1/1

Indoor Hot Tub

MM

By Jack Santoro

Years ago, I'd met Ted through a friend, and we hit it
off immediately. I was 27, and Ted was ten years
older. Ted was somewhat shorter than my 6'2", about
5'9", and had a stocky build. His blue eyes and blond
hair contrasted with my brown hair and eyes. That
evening, he'd invited me to his house after work. Ted
led me to a room at the back of his house, where the
floor was almost entirely filled by a hot tub.

"With the tub inside, we can enjoy it although it's
winter outside," he said. "Want to try it?"

"I feel like a hot soak right now," I replied. "I'm
stiff and sore from sitting at a desk all day."

"It's just us guys here, so I don't bother with a
bathing suit," Ted said as he began removing his
clothes. "That bother you?"

"Not at all," I said. I actually preferred nudity
because I was curious about what Ted looked like under
his clothes, and I was sure he yearned to see me nude
as well. I began stripping, and soon we were facing
each other in our birthday suits. Inevitably, our eyes
darted to each other's groins, and I was happy to see
that Ted's prick was a lot like mine, heavy-ended with
the outline of a big head clearly visible under a
thick foreskin. We stepped into the tub, Ted turned on
the pump, and we were unable to see under the water
because of the bubbles. We sat next to each other and
submerged ourselves up to our necks. Ted broke the
ice:

"I'm glad you're uncut like me," he said with a grin.
"So many guys today are cut, especially the younger
ones." I knew what he meant. In my age bracket, about
half the boys had been cut at birth, and some later,
during childhood and adolescence.

"The doctor wanted to cut me but my parents wouldn't
let him. Whenever I had a physical and he saw my long
foreskin, he said it should be shortened."

"Yeah, I noticed you have a long foreskin," Ted
commented. "It's longer than mine, and just as thick.
Mine just covers the head when I'm soft, but you've
got a lot of overhang." I felt his thigh brush against
mine.

"Mine covers the head even when I'm hard," I said. I
felt Ted's hand on my thigh now, sliding towards my
crotch, and I decided to say what I'd been thinking:

"You can feel it for yourself." Ted's hand now covered
my groin, and I felt his fingers squeeze the head of
my cock through its hood, making my cock-root throb. I
slid my hand into his lap and grasped his prick, which
was already half-hard, and I began sliding his
foreskin back and forth.

"Feels like you're ready to go," he commented as my
prick swelled between his fingers. "Mine's already
getting hard." Now my prick was full-hard, and I felt
Ted's fingers exploring the end, feeling how the
foreskin lay draped over my swollen glans.

"You're right," he said. "You've got a lot of
foreskin. You're hard as a rock and the head's still
covered. Does it slide back?"

"Try it," I said with a smile. His fingers tightened
on my foreskin and began exerting backward pressure,
forcing my hood back over the contours of the head. I
felt the thick hood ride over my flaring rim and snap
down into the deep groove behind. Now Ted's fingers
played lightly over my bare glans, making me gasp in
delight.

"That's really getting to you, isn't it?" he said with
a grin. Ted's prick was rigid too, and his foreskin
had slid back to cover only his rim. I caressed the
front dome of his glans with a fingertip, and heard
him moan in response.

"We're both hot and horny," I said. "Our pricks need
relief." Ted dropped my prick and began getting out of
the tub as I released my hold on his cock. I followed
him out, where we dried ourselves. Our six-inch cocks
were pointing straight out, with purple tips gleaming
in the subdued light, ready and eager for stimulation.
Ted led me to his bedroom, where we stretched out on
his queen sized bed, facing each other.

"I want to make your big purple tip shoot," he said as
he grasped my prick below the head and began pumping
my foreskin. My fingers closed around his shaft and I
worked his hood up and down the head. Ted's foreskin
was long enough to come halfway up his glans, now that
he was erect.

"That feel good for you?" I asked. "Your skin doesn't
come up as far as mine." I was pulling back enough to
bare his rim and groove, then moving it up as far as
it would go to give him long sensual strokes.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "Just keep working on that
rim! I'll shoot soon." My fist pumped his prick, while
my other hand cupped his balls.

"Maybe you should come first," I suggested, continuing
my strokes along his warm flesh, watching and feeling
the foreskin snap over his engorged rim.

"Yeah, do me, do me, and I'll do you after," he
muttered through clenched teeth. As his fist continued
to stroke my prick, I watched Ted's tip become darker
purple, and knew he was close.

"Okay, you're almost there," I said as I snapped his
foreskin quickly over the high flaring rim several
times. His slit was leaking lots of lube that helped
his thick foreskin glide over the engorged tissues.

"HAH-HAH-HAH!" Ted cried out as I felt his hot prick
pulse in my fingers as a thick stream poured from the
distended slit. I saw his eyes were closed, and his
head snapped back as he tumbled into orgasm, his body
jerking rhythmically. Jet after jet of white cream
gushed from his throbbing prick as I worked his hood
against the head. When I felt his throbs weaken, I
stopped stroking because I knew his tip was becoming
super-sensitive and further stroking would be
uncomfortable for him.

"Man, you really blew a load," I said as his body
stilled and his eyes opened. I felt his hand squeeze
my prick hard.

"I was in seventh heaven, thanks to you, buddy. Now
it's your turn." He pushed me flat on the bed and
straddled my thighs, cupping my balls with his left
hand while his right worked my foreskin in long
strokes.

"That feels soooo goood^Å." I muttered as I felt my
sensitive tissues responding to his strokes.

"I think with that long skin, you can really enjoy the
long strokes," he said. "I'm gonna skin you all the
way back, then pull the skin all the way up to cover
the head." I felt my foreskin being pulled back,
riding over my ridge and snapping down into the
groove, then stretching along my shaft as Ted's strong
fingers pulled on it. Then his fist slid forward,
forcing the thick fleshy collar over the flaring rim,
compressing the nerve endings.

"Yeah, that makes my rim tingle," I whispered as the
sensations built up and my eyes closed.

"And your tip's turning darker," he said as his
fingers worked their magic on my hard prick. I felt my
glans ache for release, filled with a hot tingle that
had spread from the rim all over the head.

"Any second," I whispered. I felt the sensations
building up, and then a hot spark filled my glans and
shot down my shaft, triggering my cock-root. The first
jet shot into my urethra and burned its way up like
hot lava, and I heard myself crying out in agonized
joy. Another jet hurtled up my throbbing prick and
slammed the lips of my slit open as it erupted from my
glans. I was moaning loudly, totally helpless, as the
mind-numbing orgasm wracked my tortured body. My
cock-root convulsed several more times until I was
drained, and I slowly returned to full consciousness
and opened my eyes.

"Your cock really shot a load," he said. "The cream
went up three feet." Ted had released my
super-sensitive prick, which now lay flat on my
stomach, oozing its thick residue.

"Thanks, Ted," I said weakly.

"My pleasure, buddy. When I saw your uncut prick, I
wanted to stroke it and see how you'd cream. I wanted
to try out that long foreskin, stretch it all the way
forward and back."

"I found your prick attractive too," I replied. "It's
a lot like mine." Ted now eased my foreskin forward to
cover the head, as a drop of his residue leaked from
the end of his foreskin onto my balls.

"Well, we'll have to take a shower, then we can go out
to dinner," he said. We did just that.

 The end