Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 07:24:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacking with Tes, Adult Friends, 1/1

Jacking With Ted
by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd met Ted at meeting of our professional
association, but hadn't spoken much with him until
we'd shared after-dinner drinks after last month's
meeting. Ted was 63, a year older than I, and like me
wore trifocals and had white hair. We nursed our
martinis and discussed the new slate of officers who
had just taken office. Then our discussion wandered,
and at one point he said: "I always like a drink or
two in the evening, to relax."
"Me too, as you can see," I replied. "I don't like to
drink too much, though, 'cause I sometimes get a
hangover," I added.
"Right. Nature's tranquilizer is better," he said.
"I'm divorced, but still think sex is the best way to
relax."
"I'm divorced too," I said, "and most of the time I
have to provide for myself."
"I do that a lot. Good thing I live in a detached
house, because I yell when I cum. If the neighbors
heard me, they'd think I was being killed," he said.
I saw that he was staring intently at me, so I took
the plunge:
"It's not too intense all alone, but a guy's hand on
my cock always makes me squirm and yell a lot." There,
I'd said it, and I wondered what his reaction would
be.
"Let's continue this discussion at my place, okay? I
don't live far from here." We went out to the parking
lot, and minutes later I parked in his carport,
alongside him.
Inside, he fixed another pair of martinis, and we sat
staring at each other as we sipped. I noticed that he
was about my height, a bit over six feet, but lacked
the roll of middle-aged fat that sat around my waist.
"We're probably both too tired to really enjoy
whacking tonight, so let's just get a good night's
rest and pick up in the morning," he suggested. He led
the way to the bedroom, where we stripped to get ready
for bed. I noticed that he wore boxers as I did, and
when he peeled them down I saw that his prick ended in
a thick, wrinkled foreskin that totally covered his
bulging glans.
"You've still got your hood too," he commented, as he
eyed my long-nippled prick. "I'm glad. It's very handy
for self-sex."
"Keeps the big helmet nice and sensitive," I added as
I climbed into the queen-sized bed. As he slid in next
to me he reached over to tweak my nipple, rolling it
gently between thumb and forefinger. I pinched the end
of his long wrinkled hood, stretching it out, making
the outlines of his big cock-head appear through the
skin.
"I skin it back to pee," he said. "Gotta go right now,
though." He padded off to the bathroom and I followed,
watching as he stood next to the sink and bared his
helmet-shaped glans. His masculine foreskin odor
filled the room, the product of a day's supply of
smegma that had been accumulating under his fleshy
sleeve. "I pee in the sink, less splatter that way." I
stood next to him and slid my hood back, relaxing to
let the fluid out as he voided his stream. He ran the
water as our streams mixed and ran down the drain. We
milked our cocks dry, then slid our foreskins forward
to cover the shiny purple heads and went to bed.
"Gives lots of variety for stroking," he murmured
sleepily as he clasped my prick. "I'm glad you're
uncut too, so you know how to handle a cock like
mine." We fell asleep clasping each other's tools.
I awoke to find my prick hard as his fingers pinched
my glans through the fleshy covering. Each rhythmic
squeeze made my cock-root throb. Sunlight streamed in
the window, and I reached for his prick, already
half-hard with the flaring glans showing through the
skin.
"It's nice to do this with a full bladder," he said.
"The pressure's very exciting."
"It works the same for me," I said, as I pulled the
end of his hood out from his body, watching the
wrinkles disappear.
His foreskin was loose compared to my snug hood, and I
commented: "Looks like you're got lots of room for
another cock-head under that hood."
"I'd love to dock, but I only do safe sex," he
replied.
"Don't blame you," I said. "Me too."
He was full-hard now, and the hood slid back easily
over the bulging purple tip. The head was big and
round in front, parted by a long slit drooling
pre-cum. I spread the lube in small circles around his
slit with my fingertip.
"That feels so nice," he said, and sighed deeply. I
massaged the copious lube around the shiny purple
helmet, caressing the flaring rim, and felt him
quiver. Ted slid my foreskin slowly back and
commented: "Your hole's different from my slit; it's a
nice teardrop shape. Really looks sexy."
"Your tip's really sensitive," I said. "Bet I can make
you cum just doing this." He squeezed my hard shaft in
reply and I added: "Want to dock my finger?"
Without waiting for an answer I pulled his long loose
hood up over my finger as I continued to massage his
sensitive glans with my fingertip. He began taking
deep breaths, and I knew I was reaching him. His balls
tightened against his body and I felt the spongy tip
swell and harden further as his excitement mounted.
Ted's lube ran out of his hood as I continued to work
my finger around his smooth glans, feeling the tension
build up in his body. His eyes were fixed on my hands,
as I sent beautiful sensations into his turgid prick.
His breathing deepened and he began to squirm as I
brought him closer to the peak. I felt his hand drop
from my prick as he became engrossed in his own
sensations.
I felt the first warning throb in his glans and I
slowed my caresses, wanting to prolong the moment of
anticipation. I slid my fingertip around his swollen
head, feeling the contours of his rim, then the twin
lobes under the head where the two sides meet with the
gee-string in between. He was gasping now, and I knew
I had him at the brink.
His eyes closed and I heard him cry out "HAHHHHHHHH!"
as his hard glans throbbed against my probing finger,
and I felt the hot fluid filling his hood. He cried
out again, "HAHHHHHHHHHHH!" as I yanked the hood down
to bare the gushing tip. I grasped his rock-hard prick
and jerked the thick hood up and down over his pulsing
head as he shot again, watching the white geyser
arcing as he shuddered in the throes of orgasm. I felt
his body straining against mine as I stroked his
foreskin with one hand and cupped his balls with the
other. His head was thrown back and his cries of
joyful agony filled the room as he emptied himself.
His hard cock throbbed in my fist as I pumped it dry,
enjoying his orgasm vicariously as I helped him to
come. When his gushes slowed to a dribble, I relaxed
my strokes, careful not to over-stimulate the glans,
which I knew would become super-sensitive any second.
When I felt him relax, I stopped, and saw him open his
eyes.
"Wow! That was hot," he said, and leaned over to kiss
me on the forehead. Ted's prick began relaxing, the
long hood completely over the head. My prick was hard
against his thigh, and his fingers closed around it.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, staring
earnestly into my eyes. I explained and lay back as
Ted began ministering to my erection.
I felt him gently pump my hood back and forth, sliding
the snug foreskin over my distended glans, heightening
my arousal with each stroke. It didn't take me long to
reach the brink, as I had a head start.
"I can feel the head swelling," he said, as he skinned
the hood back to bare the glossy purple helmet. "Your
foreskin smells nice," he added. His fist stretched
the tight skin back all the way, stretching the nerve
endings in my hood and gee-string as the glans flared
out to full size. I felt his other hand lightly cup my
balls.
Now that I've got you stripped back I can see you've
got even more cheese than I do," he said. I like that.
It looks and smells really masculine."
"Your prick's really sex too," I responded.
"The head's turning dark purple; the rim's almost
black," he said as he bumped the thick collar of flesh
lightly against my flaring corona. I felt the tickle
in my cock-head change to an urgent tingle and watched
a drop of clear fluid fill my teardrop hole. Ted's
fingertip spread the slippery juice around my hole in
small circles, adding to my excitement.
When my glans throbbed, my eyes closed, and I knew I
was right there. The tension in my cock-root spread
all over my body, and I felt myself slipping over the
edge. Red lights flashed in my eyes, and the orgasm
came over me like a slowly breaking wave, carrying me
with it and away in the undertow. I heard myself
crying out faintly, in the distance: "HAH! HAH! HAH!"
as I tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm.
My hot glans exploded and I felt the first burning
gush shoot up my prick as Ted pumped my foreskin up
the bursting head, sending hot sensations stabbing
into my glans. I cried out helplessly as wave after
wave of sensation overwhelmed me, making me shudder
and writhe. Ted fisted the tight foreskin over my
swollen head again and again, fueling my climax and
draining my balls.
The rush of cum relented, and I was only dribbling
now, feeling each drop as it crawled up my tube. Ted
held my hood back to let each dribble drain freely,
blotting the sensitive tip with a tissue, before
sliding the skin forward to envelop it once more. My
prick started to soften, and I opened my eyes.
"Thanks, Ted, it felt wonderful," I said. He released
my prick and we lay there for a moment. Then he headed
for the bathroom, and I followed. We got into the
shower and he turned on the water. The hot stream
washed over our bodies, running down our pricks, and
Ted pinched my hood tightly as I let go.
"I like the way the hood swells when I pee," he said,
pinching his long wrinkled snout with the other hand.
We watched our foreskins balloon under the pressure
for a few seconds, until it was almost painful, then
he let go. The yellow streams gushed out, mixing in
the bottom of the tub. The pee and the residue of cum
flowed down the drain. We skinned back, rinsing our
still swollen heads, washing away the juices of the
morning's fun.

The End