Date: Fri, 20 May 2005 09:39:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacuzzi Fun

Jacuzzi Fun
A Fantasy By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Trying the chat on Club Stroke was very rewarding,
especially because I got to meet a particularly
interesting guy whose handle had caught my eye. His
name was Bob, but his handle was "Naturalman" and I
soon found out that he had a foreskin, as I do. I'd
found that I relate better to guys who are uncut, as I
am, because we share the same anatomy and use similar
techniques to get off.
He felt the same way as I did, telling me that he'd
often showered with cut guys, and added that "Cut guys
are curious about the workings of a foreskin but
usually just pull the skin back and jack it as if it
were like theirs, and don't pay special attention to
foreskin." That had been my experience too, both on
the chat and in real life, and I was very happy to
connect with him. We were closer in age than many on
the chat. He was 53 and I was eight years older.
Unlike me, he was married. I'd been divorced ten
years. There were other differences as well: he stood
about 5'7", and was about 165 lb., in contrast to my
6'2" and 210 lb. His salt and pepper hair contrasted
with my thinning white hair, and I noticed that he had
a really good build, unlike my somewhat flabby
appearance.
That first time, we enjoyed a mutual cyber-jack, and
came away both gratified, and eager for more. After
exchanging e-mails, we found that we lived too far
apart to meet, which didn't prevent me from
fantasizing. To date, I'd had two fantasies about Bob,
and was ready for a third. This time, because safe sex
was unimportant in a fantasy, I'd be more imaginative.
I lay back in my recliner, with paper towels and lube,
and began:
He'd mentioned that he was not coming to town this
trip, but would be staying in Amarillo, about 400
miles east of where I lived. I had studied my tour
book and chose a room in a hotel that offered Jacuzzis
in many rooms. The big tub was large enough to hold
both of us, and I felt we would have a terrific time
in a tub with water jets.
He phoned me to let me know he was on his way and I
told him I'd leave the door unlocked. I was in the tub
with my book when he entered, and he lost no time
stripping down and joining me. As he stood next to the
tub, I saw his prick dangling, the thin nippled
foreskin completely covering the prominent head
underneath. I tickled the wrinkles of his nipple with
a fingertip, and he drew in his breath. Then I rolled
his nipple between thumb and index finger, watching
the head slide around inside its hood. Our pricks were
both small when limp, although mine appeared slightly
longer because of its long thick foreskin. Both cocks
had thick veins on the right side.
"Pretty penis," I said as I felt his prick throb. I
tweaked his tip and felt it begin to swell between my
fingers. The outline of the head showed clearly
through his hood, and the dome began to peep out of
the end of his foreskin, and his sexy masculine odor
reached my nostrils. He slowly climbed into the
oversize tub and sat next to me as I continued to
fondle his hardening prick. My other hand cupped his
clean-shaven balls, as he'd told me he enjoyed this.
His hand crept down to cup my balls while his other
hand worked up and down my thigh.
The jets were going full volume, and we couldn't see
what was happening under the torrent of bubbles, but
the feelings were very erotic. My prick had hardened
under his touch, and now I felt his finger probing
into my foreskin, caressing the sensitive glans and
stretching the many nerve endings in my hood.
"Oh, Bob, that feels so good," I murmured as I twisted
his foreskin around his head with my fingertips,
working it from side to side to stretch its nerve
endings. He lifted his hips and I saw the shapely
purple head slide out of its sheath when I let go. I
guided his foreskin back behind his flaring ridge,
baring the big shiny head. I ran my fingertip in small
circles around his pee-hole, then all around his bare
corona, hitting the tender nerve endings and making
him groan in delight. I squeezed his tip, and I felt
his balls contract in response in my other hand.
"Jack, Jack," he gasped, as he pressed closer to me.
The hot water had stimulated us, and we were very
aroused. His fingers pushed my hood back, and I lifted
my hips to give him a look at the prize. My hard cock
was exactly six inches, while his was fractionally
shorter. His fingers held my shroud back from the
large purple helmet that adorned the end of my dick,
and Bob said:
"That's a nice flaring ridge, so sexy, and I like the
way your hole pouts in that teardrop shape." He traced
my ridge with one fingertip, delicately following its
contours down under the head to the weld line. He put
one hand under my butt, pushing me farther out of the
water and bent his head forward. I felt his warm
tongue probing my slit, and I moaned "Oh, Bob, Bob,"
as the sensations flowed into my engorged prick. His
fist grasped the skin on my prick and pulled back
hard, letting his tongue caress the ridge and deep
groove behind it, which had rarely seen daylight. Then
he pulled the hood up over the head and looked into my
eyes. "Your prick tastes nice, too," he said.
"Your turn," I replied, as I bent my head down over
his groin. His foreskin was half covering his shapely
purple glans, and I pushed it back with my lips as my
tongue-tip probed his delicate slit. I tasted the
salty flavor of his natural lubricant and heard him
moan; "Jack, Jack." I lightly scraped the top of his
glans with my teeth and heard him cry out; "Oh, oh,
oh, Jack!"
"Your lube tastes salty," I said, as I lifted my head.
"We'd better take it easy or we'll be shooting too
soon." I saw him nod, and we straightened our bodies
in the water, facing each other, and feeling the
hardness of our engorged pricks between us. I rolled
him away from me, so that his prick was inches away
from one of the water jets. Grasping the rim of his
foreskin with two fingers of each hand, I spread the
orifice and pulled it closer to the jet. The rushing
water filled his foreskin, making it balloon, and Bob
gasped in delight as the sensations hit him.
"Let me do it to you," he said, and I let go his penis
and turned away from him. His fingers stretched my
foreskin away from my swollen glans as he pointed my
prick at a water jet. He was very careful, knowing the
water pressure could tear the foreskin from my penis
if he placed it right over the nozzle. I felt the rush
of water fill my foreskin, stretching it and tickling
the delicate nerve endings inside. Hot water swirled
around my rim and into the deep groove behind it, and
I sighed at the delicious feelings this produced.
We separated and lay side by side, gently touching
each other's equipment to avoid precipitating orgasm
too quickly. I lightly caressed the wrinkles of his
foreskin, occasionally slipping a finger inside the
hood to touch the flaring ridge. Bob pulled my hood
away from the head, stretching it to one side, then
the other, and finally out in front. I gently tickled
his shaven ball sac with my fingertips feeling his
other hand cup my balls.
"This is so sexy," he said to me in his deep voice as
we continued to fondle each other's pricks and balls.
The hot water continued to swirl around us for many
minutes while we enjoyed the low key sensations.
Finally, Bob siad: "I need to come, Jack. Can I go
first?"
"Okay," I replied, as I shifted position to get
between his thighs, my legs supporting his butt and
bringing his prick out of the water. I bent my head
and pushed his foreskin down off his shining purple
tip with my lips, as my tongue probed his slit and
savored his sexy masculine taste. Wrapping my fingers
around his shaft, I brought his skin up over his ridge
as my lips withdrew, then pushed the hood back again
as I once more engulfed his swollen glans.
Bob was really ready, because a steady ooze of heavy
lubricant trickled from his slit and I felt his glans
swelling even more and becoming harder between my
lips. Raising my head, I flicked his foreskin a few
times over his engorged corona, and watched his body
shudder with the strong sensations. His hips bucked,
and he cried out "Jaaaack!" as a long white stream
erupted from the end of his purple glans and shot a
foot into the air. I put my lips over his throbbing
tip in time to catch the next gush, which filled my
mouth with a mixed salt and chlorine taste.
Pulling his skin all the way back, I engulfed his big
purple tip, locking my lips behind the ridge, as his
throbbing prick shot the next load deep into my mouth.
Bob moaned my name again as he thrust his shaft deep
into my mouth, and I felt his big knob filling the
back of my throat. I swallowed hard, my throat muscles
squeezing his glans, and I felt him spasm again. His
body strained against mine, wracked by intense
sensations, and I felt him shudder again and again.
His prick-throbs grew weaker, and finally the last
drop of cream oozed from his slit. He gazed into my
eyes as the warm, lazy feeling of the afterglow filled
his body, but in another minute he'd gotten up and
crouched over my groin, one of his legs under me to
keep my prick above the surface of the bubbling water.
Grasping my prick hard around the base, he squeezed to
make the veins pop and then pushed my foreskin back
with his warm lips, as I'd done to him.
I'd been on the brink of orgasm as I made him shoot
his load, and now Bob didn't have to do much to push
me over the edge. Holding my skin back with his hand,
he lightly scraped his teeth down the broad upper
surface of my swollen glans, making me cry out: "Oh
Bob, Bob, Bob!" I felt a hot spike of sensation travel
down my shaft to the root, triggering the intense
pounding of orgasm.
It felt like gallons of cream boiling up my tube as
the first discharge began, and I cried out "Bob, Bob,
Bob!" again. The intense throbbing filled my glans and
shaft, and my eyes closed as the sensations put my
conscious mind on "HOLD." I was totally focused on
Bob's teeth scraping my tender, swollen glans,
triggering the nerve endings as I moaned and writhed
in the free-fall of orgasm. Gushes of juice shot up my
tube, and it felt as if all of my insides were pouring
into Bob's mouth.
I shot again and again, emptying myself, until the
flow weakened and Bob pulled away. I felt his fist
stroking my thick hood up and over my hard swollen
ridge, milking the last few drops from my tortured
prick. I felt the tickle as the last few drops oozed
up my tube, and opened my eyes to see Bob's tongue
licking them as they emerged from my teardrop shaped
hole. Bob pulled the long hood up to encase the now
softening head of my cock, and lay down beside me in
the tub. I looked over at him, and said something I
never thought I'd say to another man:
"I love you."

The end