Date: Sun, 1 May 2005 10:25:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacking with Condoms, Adult Friends, 1/1

Jacking With Condoms
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I met Matt helping him to find a house, then to move
in, because a mutual friend where Matt had lived had
introduced us. Matt had just been transferred, and I
let him stay with me while he was house-hunting. This
took a week, and another week to move him into the
well-kept house he'd bought from people who had taken
very good care of it. We didn't have to spend much
time fixing it up; we just painted, put up shelves,
and arranged his furniture after working at our jobs
during the day.
Finally, the work was almost finished, and Matt
grinned at me and asked; "Let's take a break. How
'bout a beer?" When I nodded, he got two bottles from
the kitchen, and we chugged them down almost without
stopping. He got us two more, and we drank them a bit
more slowly, big grins on our faces because of our
enjoyment of the sensual experience of drinking cold
beer. The alcohol quickly ran through our systems, and
when Matt said; "Gotta pee," I followed him into the
bedroom, where we stripped down and then went into the
bathroom.
Neither of us liked to pee into the toilet standing,
as we'd both noticed that this created a splash, which
is not too cool if you're the one who has to keep the
bathroom clean. We'd either sit, or if we were in a
hurry, pee into the sink, which we flushed with water
even while our yellow streams were dropping down the
drain. Matt was already directing his stream down the
hole when I unzipped and joined him. Our thighs
touched lightly, which I found arousing.
His thick shaft arced down, topped by a large pink
mushroom glans, and the lips of his pee-slit pouted to
allow the thick stream to flow. I'd long known that
the glans penis is as individual as the face, and that
there are many different shapes, such as helmet, plum,
arrow-head, and acorn. Matt had a classic mushroom
shape, with thick blunt nose that widened quickly to a
high corona without a hint of flare. The rim dropped
into the deep valley formed by the tight shaft-skin,
and half an inch behind it was the thick brown ring of
his circumcision scar.
I took a good look, and saw that the back side of
Matt's rim was studded by many tiny buds, the nerve
endings that made the corona so sensitive. He was also
looking hard at my equipment, and I always enjoyed
other men's admiring glances. He watched avidly as I
skinned my long hood back half-way to uncover the
pee-hole, and relaxed my sphincter to let the flow
begin.
"Feels nice, huh, skinning it back?" he asked. I
nodded, and he went on: "I wish I had a hood like
that. I really like your prick." I enjoyed the
compliment, and when he asked if he could touch it, I
nodded assent. He squeezed my shaft to milk the last
drops from my tube, then blotted the tip with a piece
of toilet paper. As he slowly slid my foreskin forward
again, I felt the pleasant and familiar itch in my
corona, the one I always got when I was horny. I
reached over and pinched his glans quickly, knowing
that this would make his cock-root throb. He turned
and led me back into the bedroom, stripping off his
clothes as he went. There was now no doubt how we'd
spend our break.
We were naked on the bed, hands wrapped around each
other's hardening shafts. I kept squeezing Matt's tip,
letting go quickly and pinching again. I saw that
Matt's hard-on was about as thick as mine, which means
thicker than average, but was about an inch longer
than my six inches. Now I placed my thumb on top,
compressing his ridge, while my index finger pressed
into the hot spot under the glans. Matt was enjoying
this, and so was I.
For me, one of the nicest sensations in life is a
man's hand wrapped around my cock, as was Matt's at
that moment, steadying the shaft while the warm
fingers of his other hand expertly flicked my foreskin
back and forth over my hot hard glans. "Nice and
sensitive, isn't it?" he asked. "I like what you're
doing," I replied.
Another experience I enjoy greatly is bringing a man's
cock to climax by hand, using different methods
depending on the cock and his preferences. If he's got
a foreskin, I enjoy stroking up and over his ridge,
then watching it run downhill over the tapered glans.
If he's cut, I caress his naked glans using lots of
lubricant, running my fingers over the contours and
hitting the hot spots until his prick is throbbing in
orgasm. I enjoy feeling the shaft harden as his
excitement mounts, and watching his scrotum pull back
against his body. The glans loses its spongy feel and
hardens under my fingers, turning darker purple as
orgasm approaches. Most of all, I get a vicarious
thrill from feeling his cock throbbing in my fist when
he comes, and my cock is never less than half-hard by
the time we get to this stage.
I scooted around on the bed and planted a kiss on the
broad upper surface of his purple mushroom. I knew
Matt liked this, because I felt his tongue slide under
my foreskin, probing towards the groove at the rear.
His tongue caressed my swollen ridge for a minute,
then he said; "I like the taste of a real man-cock, so
I took a chance." He turned around to face me.
"Let's use condoms, okay?" Matt proposed. "A rubber on
my dick lets me stroke it like I had a foreskin, and
it keeps the gizm from shooting all over the bed.
"Sounds good," I replied. He turned and took a couple
of Trojan Large condoms from the bedside table, and
unwrapped one. He squirted some lubricant jelly from a
tube into it and began unrolling it over his swollen
glans and shaft, leaving a lot of slack at the end.
Trojan Large condoms are made for cocks thicker than
average, as well as having extra length, and this
suited us fine. Matt unwrapped the other one and said;
"Let me put it on you?"
I nodded eagerly, and Matt began stripping my hood all
the way back off the bulky Darth Vader helmet that
graced the end of my dick. My glans was wet from the
steady drip of pre-coital fluid, glossy and slippery.
"You lube a lot," he remarked, and didn't lubricate
the rubber before slipping it on me. He left a lot of
slack in front for movement.
We gently began stroking each other's pricks with the
rubbers, sliding the thin membranes over the sensitive
heads. I twisted my hand around his glans, giving him
rotating friction that I knew felt very good around
the ridge. Matt worked my prick straight up and down,
lightly, not trying for maximum stimulation because he
knew my uncircumcised cock-head was more sensitive
than his.
"We can try to come together if I get on top of you
and rub my prick against your prick and stomach," he
said. "Okay, climb aboard," I invited, as I turned on
my back and placed my palms on either side of my prick
to hold his in place on top of it. Matt's prick
settled into the space between my hands and he began
thrusting forward and back, the underside of his thick
cock rubbing against the underside of mine. The
feeling against the bottom of my glans was powerfully
stimulating as the length of his prick, from base to
thick, bulbous head, rubbed against it. It took only a
minute for Matt's breathing to deepen, and for him to
begin grunting with every thrust.
"I'm really close," he murmured in my ear, as his
thrusts took on a frenzy that told me he was near the
brink. I was still relaxed, making a conscious effort
to hold back, and was a bit surprised that Matt was so
far ahead of me. "Your cock really turns me on," he
said, "and I get really hot rubbing against it."
Matt's body stiffened, straining against mine, as he
cried out; "Ohhhhh, I'm comin'" and I felt the pulses
of his prick against the underside of mine as he
released a torrent of cream into the rubber. I quickly
removed my hands to let his cock rub directly against
my stomach. Suddenly, I felt a hard slap against my
flank as Matt's hand came down hard. The shock made my
crotch muscles contract as I heard him say; "Come! Go
ahead and come with me!" He slapped me again, and I
felt the sudden sharp contraction in my cock-root that
told me I was hurtling headlong over the brink into
orgasm.
Usually, I get a seepage of lube and gizm before I
begin shooting, because I try to relax and let the
orgasm come to me. Instead of a slow, gradual start,
this time it began with a heavy stream of hot cream
that burned its way up my tube as I cried out, joining
Matt in the ecstasy of orgasm. Our bodies struggled
against each other, and our pricks throbbed in
release, as we came and came, and came again. We were
captivated by the mindless free-fall of orgasm,
wrapped up in our sensations, totally focused on the
sharp throbbing tickles in our pricks and prick roots.
The hot gizm washing over our swollen tips added to
our sensations, and we groaned with delight as more
thick hot juice swirled around our throbbing glanses.
Our streams relented, then stopped altogether. We
relaxed, and Matt rolled off me. After a couple of
minutes of silence, during which we recovered from the
sledgehammer effect of orgasm, Matt slipped the rubber
off my softening prick and wiped the excess juice off
with a hand towel. He then removed his, and lay down
next to me again. His hand closed around my penis as
he whispered; "I really like your cock." I clasped his
and replied; "I really like yours too, because it's
you." We lay still for several minutes, and then
returned to work.

The end