Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 13:12:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Matt's Prick, 1/1, Adult Friends

Matt's Prick
by jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd met Matt in an Internet chat room, and we'd had
several passionate cyber-jacks together before we
discovered that we lived in the same city. When I
suggested that we meet, Matt agreed immediately. This
was reassuring because it implied that he had been
truthful about himself. If he hadn't, he would have
been reluctant to have me see him as he really was.
Matt invited me to spend the weekend with him, and I
eagerly knocked on the door of his house that Saturday
morning.
When he opened the door, I saw that he was exactly as
he'd described himself, about 6'2", my height, and
that he appeared to be about 60. I am 63. We both wore
glasses, and had slender builds, but I have an
embarrassing roll of fat around my waist, no surprise
to him because I'd told him about it. Matt led me to
the bedroom, where I put my suitcase down on one side
of the king-size bed. As it was summer, we were both
lightly dressed and it didn't take long for us to drop
our clothes on the floor. As we sat facing each other
on the bed, I saw that Matt had a tight scrotum, much
like mine, but that his penis looked different. The
bulbous head made a pronounced bulge in the thin
foreskin that just barely covered the glans to the
end. The shaft behind it was thinner than mine.
Mine had a big helmet under a long thick foreskin that
formed a nipple beyond the end of the head. "Can I
touch?" I asked, perhaps unnecessarily. "Only if I can
touch yours," he replied, extending his hand to clasp
the end of my foreskin between two fingers. "I like
the way yours forms a nipple beyond the end," he
added. I gently squeezed his big glans between thumb
and index finger, making him sigh. "Feel that?" I
asked. Squeezing the head like that makes your
cock-root throb, doesn't it?" "Oh, yeah, it feels
good," Matt said as his fingers continued to play with
my engorging penis. "Does your skin cover the head
when hard?" "Yes it does," I replied. "Yours?" "Mine
always skins back. The head just seems to grow out of
it when it swells." I saw the opening in his foreskin
expand as the glans began to swell as I squeezed it.
The dime-sized opening enlarged to the size of a
quarter, and slipped back along the head, revealing
the front dome and the long slit. I kept squeezing the
spongy head as long as there was foreskin covering it,
but it didn't take long for it to swell to full size
and I watched the foreskin peel away from the head,
revealing the high ridge that stood about 3/8" above
the groove behind it.
The foreskin was stretched tightly back, the inner
lining inverted along the shaft, deep pink and almost
translucent. "Looks like I'm circumcised, with that
skin pulled back tight, doesn't it?" he asked. "I
guess it does, a bit, but your head's wet and glossy,"
I replied. "If you'd been cut the head would be dry
and leathery." I noticed that his thin gee-string was
pulled tightly under the head. "Can it slide forward
at all when you're hard?" "No, not at all, and I have
to use lube to stroke, just like the cut guys." Matt
picked up a bottle of Astroglide from the bedside
table. ""But your tip's a lot more sensitive than if
you'd been cut," I remarked. "Here, let me do that." I
took the bottle from him and poured several drops on
his mushroom shaped glans, working it in with my
fingertips. I watched Matt's eyes light up as I
caressed his sensitive nerve endings, and I poured a
few more drops on to make sure he was well lubed.
"Man, is it ever sensitive.
You could make me come just by what you're doing now."
I ran my index finger in small circles around his
slit, and Matt sighed deeply. By this time my prick
was fully hard, and Matt's fingers were wrapped around
the front end, gently sliding my hood back and forth
over the head. "You can skin me back if you want. That
way you'll be able to see the head." Matt pulled back
on my foreskin, revealing the big purple helmet as the
hood stretched over the high ridge and dropped into
the deep groove behind it. "That's a beautiful head
you've got. I really love the way the ridge flares
out. That looks so sexy. Anyway, I think the glans is
the sexiest, most beautiful part of the penis." Matt's
index finger caressed my wet and slippery corona,
lovingly tracing its contours. "Yours is nice and sexy
too," I said as my fingers continued to work around
the contours of his big glans. We could see that our
cocks were about the same length overall, his slightly
longer than my six inches. However, Matt's
mushroom-shaped glans was definitely over two inches
long, longer than my flaring purple helmet. His tip
was not as dark purple as mine, and the area around
the slit was light pink. My other hand cupped Matt's
scrotum, and I felt it tighten between my fingers.
He wrapped his warm fingers around my balls. "Your
balls are getting tight against your body, like mine,"
he said. "I guess we're both really hot." His other
hand gently slipped my foreskin back and forth in long
strokes, caressing and compressing the corona as it
covered and revealed the glans. "I just love that sexy
helmet head." "Want to go first?" I asked as my
fingers continued to massage the firm glans lightly,
following the contours and caressing all of the nerve
endings in turn. We had discussed the timing of
orgasms during our cyber chats, and agreed that having
our climaxes one after the other allowed us to enjoy
our sensations fully. Each was able to relax and let
himself go, concentrating on enjoying the varied
sensations to the fullest without the distraction of
having to take care of his partner. "I really think
you're closer, Jack," he replied as his fingers
retracted my foreskin to reveal my engorged glans.
"Look how dark your head is. I think you'll be
blasting off sooner than I will. Anyway, I can't wait
to watch you shoot in person." He pushed me back onto
the mattress and spread a towel over my stomach before
picking up my prick again and jacking my foreskin.
"I've really got an ulterior motive, Jack. Ever since
you told me about your long foreskin in the chat room,
I've wondered if you could dock me." "Yeah, I've got a
long foreskin, Matt, and there's a lot of room
underneath, but my big helmet takes up most of the
space. You can get a finger in there, but that's it."
"That's when you're hard, Jack.
If I make you come first, your tip will shrink and
maybe I'll be able to get mine in there. Want to try?"
"Let's go for it," I said. "I'd love to feel your big
mushroom inside my hood." "Your foreskin's nice and
tight, must really give the head a sexy squeeze when I
slide it this way," he said, continuing his strokes.
"I think a couple of drops of lube would help,
though." He poured a couple of drops of the slippery
and viscous lubricant on my glans, using the ring of
foreskin to spread it evenly. "Astroglide gives me a
warm feeling," I said. "Does it do that for you too?"
I felt the warmth being spread under my foreskin, all
over the head. "Yeah, it does that to me too," he
replied. "I think it's the glycerin in it." My fingers
were wrapped around his bulbous glans, caressing it.
"I'm afraid of making you come," I said. "Are you
close?" "No, I won't be coming for a while yet," he
replied. "Just don't go too fast. Anyway, if it turns
you on to hold on to my penis while I work on yours,
go ahead. Otherwise, you can let go." "You're right,
holding on to yours does turn me on while you're
stroking mine. I just love the feel of your hard cock
in my hand. Thinking about how it'll feel inside my
foreskin gets me even hotter." Matt's warm fingers
continued to stroke my foreskin up and down over my
bulging glans. The persistent friction gave me a
tickling feeling where the foreskin slid over my
sensitive nerve endings. Matt's other hand clamped
tightly around the base of my shaft. "This will make
the head swell more because I'm blocking off the
veins," he said. "Now it'll really turn dark."
I felt my glans swell, and the tickling feeling
changed to a hot tingle that began in my rim and
spread through the head. "The head's all tingly now,"
I said. I felt Matt's strokes slow as he sought to
prolong the last stage of the build-up. We both
enjoyed the feeling of anticipation during the last
seconds before the explosion. Now all of my attention
was focused on the hot sensations in my prick. "Man,
your head's really dark purple now," Matt said. I
barely heard him because I was going "OH-OH-OH" with
the rising sensations. "I'm going to do what you told
me you do when you get close," Matt said as he skinned
my prick back all the way, putting tension on my
foreskin's nerve endings and lightly bumping the ridge
with the tight skin collar. My eyes closed as the
glans went into its final swelling, and I knew I was
about to take the plunge. The hot tingle rushed down
my shaft, and the heavy pounding of orgasm began in my
cock-root. I heard myself crying out in anguished
delight in the distance as I went into the free-fall
of orgasm and the first hot jet rushed up my urethra.
Another jet of hot lava burned its way up my penis and
the tingle spread through my body. I was in an altered
state of consciousness, aware only of the sensations
in my throbbing prick, the rest of the world very
remote from my mind. More jets surged through my hot,
pulsating penis, leaving me weak and helpless, a mass
of sensation. When the pulsing in my cock-root faded,
I opened my eyes and saw my big purple glans oozing a
thin stream of white cream. Above it, Matt's blue eyes
stared intently at my prick, studying my shaft and
glans as the final weak throbs filled me. "Man, that
was awesome," Matt said, "watching your big purple tip
swelling and shooting. I could also feel your cock
throbbing in my fingers, and I almost came just then."
Matt leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.
I got up on my elbows, and saw that Matt's prick was
as erect as ever, a thin ooze of clear liquid falling
from his long slit to the towel underneath.
My erection began to subside, and Matt pushed my thick
foreskin collar from behind my rim to cover the head.
I lay back and turned on to my side, my fingers
stretching the forward edge of my foreskin out to
widen the orifice. "Your turn, Matt," I said. "I want
to make your prick feel good just like you did mine."
He lay beside me, thrust his hips forward, and his big
mushroom touched my gaping foreskin. He eased the big
blunt nose inside, and I pulled the foreskin forward
to cover his head right to the rim. I felt him quiver
as my warm flesh encased his hot hard glans.
"OOOOHHHH, feels good," he said. His glans pressed
against my shrunken head deep inside my hood, and I
grasped the thin shaft of his prick with my other hand
to stabilize it. My fingers began stroking my foreskin
over the surface of his wet, slippery tip.
It was a snug fit, producing just the right amount of
friction to bring him to climax. "I'm going to slide
my foreskin about half-way back off the head, then
work it out right to the rim," I said. I stroked my
long thick hood back, then forward until it engulfed
his high corona and dropped into the deep groove
behind it. "I've never before felt foreskin over my
aroused cock-head," he said. "This is really hot." I
kissed him on the lips, then his neck as I worked my
foreskin back and forth over his sensitive glans.
Matt's breathing deepened, and his legs began
trembling slightly. I could feel, through my foreskin,
how his cock-head was becoming firmer and swelling to
its final limit as orgasm neared. Now Matt was
grunting with each stroke, and I knew he was primed
for his orgasm. "HUH-HUH-HUH," he grunted as I pumped
my foreskin faster over his swollen mushroom. I saw
his eyelids snap shut and his mouth open wide as he
withdrew into himself under the rush of sensations.
Suddenly, his hard, swollen glans throbbed through the
foreskin, and Matt screamed in joyful agony as the
first sharp pulse filled his cock-root.
I felt the hot stream filling my foreskin as his body
trembled, and then another gush of hot juice swirled
around our cock-heads, the excess oozing out between
the edge of my foreskin and his corona. His glans
throbbed against mine and flooded my foreskin with
more j
uice. "HHHUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH," he went with each
powerful gush as his glans throbbed inside my
foreskin. He was helpless in my hands, overwhelmed
with the force of his biological storm, and he cried
out again and again as each contraction gripped him,
until the last pulse had faded and he lay utterly
still. My hands were wet with his white cream, which
continued to dribble from my foreskin. I felt his
mushroom head begin to shrink inside my hood, and
after a minute it slipped from its temporary sheath.
Matt's eyes were still closed as I pushed his thin
foreskin forward to cover his softening cock-head.
Then I wiped us with a fresh towel and hugged him to
me.
His eyes opened, still not totally recovered from the
shock of his intense orgasm, and stared into mine. I
kissed him on the forehead, the tip of his nose, and
his lips. Matt hugged me hard, and I felt his warm
body full-length against mine. Our pricks were crushed
together between our stomachs. "Thanks, oh thanks," he
said. "That was a wonderful experience," he continued.
"I just don't remember when I had a hot come like that
one." "It was great for me," I replied."  I felt your
cock-head throbbing against mine as you shot your
loads right into my foreskin. You drained yourself
completely into my foreskin, and that felt great for
me." He was already asleep in my arms.

The end