Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 07:42:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Meeting Jon, Adult Friends, 1/1

Meeting Jon
by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd encountered a guy who identified himself as "jon"
in an Internet Chat Room, and we'd hit it off
immediately because we were both uncut (my handle was
"Uncutsix") and because we were both articulate and
vivid. Because of our familiarity with foreskins, we
were able to turn each other on quickly and easily
during cyber-jacking or phone sessions.
By keyboard or phone, we aroused each other by
describing what we were doing to our cocks, or
fantasies about what we'd like to do with each
other's. We both enjoyed gentle, intricate play with
each other's foreskin, slipping a finger or tongue
inside the orifice to tickle the meatus, then working
back to the flaring ridge. We each enjoyed the thought
of a fingertip or tongue-tip running around the
nerve-studded corona, and plunging into the deep
groove behind. We talked each other into mind-blowing
orgasms, but were frustrated by our not stimulating
each other in person. Finally, we decided to get
together. Jon was driving out on vacation, and I gave
him directions. The day he rang my doorbell was one of
the most exciting in my life. My heart was beating
very quickly as he entered.
"Hi, Jon," I said, using his chat room name. I knew
his real name, as it had appeared on my Caller ID each
time he'd phoned, but I thought it more tactful to
call him "Jon" until he told me to call him by his
real name.
"Hi, Jack," he replied, observing the same courtesy. I
knew that if he'd searched my telephone number on the
reverse directory on the Internet, he'd know my name
as well.
As he entered I was avidly taking in the sight. Jon
was about 31, compared to my 63, and his hair was dull
blond, in contrast to my brown hair turned white. He
was about 5'10", and 170 lb., with a muscular build.
His oval face had full, ripe lips and a straight nose,
a lot like mine. I led him into my bedroom and we
began to disrobe, very quickly. He was clean-shaven as
I was, and as we stripped I saw that his body was
covered with blond hair. Looking at the crotch of his
Jockey shorts, I spoke:
"You're all wet there! You must have been dripping for
the last hundred miles!"
"Oh, yeah, I think I've been dripping for the last
thousand. Just thinking about this got me half-hard
and wet," he said as I removed the rest of my clothes.
My prick was still soft, but I felt a stirring as I
continued to watch him. The sodden cloth clung to his
penis, and the outline of his glans, especially the
flaring corona, was prominent through both foreskin
and fabric.
When did you last come?" I asked, tracing the wet
outline of his corona with my forefinger.
"When we last talked on the phone." That had been a
week ago. I saw and felt his glans begin to engorge
under my touch.
"You need relief right way," I said as he pulled his
shorts down. His half-hard cock arced out over his
low-hangers that would draw up tightly against his
body when he came close to orgasm. I picked up his
shorts, holding the wet fabric to my nose to inhale
his rich masculine aroma, then touching it with my
tongue to taste his essence. Jon watched me intently
as I enjoyed his taste and fragrance.
I grasped him by the end of his long, foreskin nipple,
feeling the warmth of his prick, finally holding his
flesh for real instead of vicariously. I was eager to
feel his hardness, his animal warmth, and the frenzy
of his orgasm. I gave his nipple some gently tugs,
stretching it out and pulling him towards me, and drew
him into the bathroom. By the time we were at the
sink, both our pricks were at full mast, and I was
able to compare them in detail.
His cock was about half an inch longer than my six
inches, and had a graceful upward curve, while mine
had a straight shaft. Both of us had long, fleshy
foreskins that formed clearly defined nipples beyond
the glans when soft, and completely covered our
helmet-shaped cock-heads even with erection. I began
to slide his long foreskin back to bare the front of
his glans as I pushed him gently against the counter.
Behind the sink was a large mirror, and I was able to
watch as I reached around him to clasp his hot, hard
penis.
We both had purple tips, with slits that pouted to a
teardrop shape when engorged. Our cock-heads also had
high flaring ridges, which looked very sexy. The
points of difference were that Jon oozed a lot of
lubricant and I did not, and that pulling back hard on
his skin would tug his frenulum and make his cock-head
dip. Mine hardly dipped.
"Are you going to do me right now?" he asked. I
squeezed his swollen tip through the covering skin to
make his cock-root throb, and heard his sigh of
delight as I answered:
"I'm going to make you come here and now because
you're hot as a pistol. Once you've shot some of that
load, there won't be the sense of urgency you're
feeling now, and we'll be able to take our time and
enjoy ourselves." I kept pulling back on his foreskin
in stages, pulling, and then letting it slip forward
again, to stretch the nerve endings in his foreskin
gently. Jon took a sharp, deep breath with every tug
on his foreskin. His balls rested on the edge of the
counter, and I knew they'd soon draw tightly against
his body.
I nibbled gently on his earlobe. My hard prick pressed
against his backbone as I wrapped my left arm around
his waist. Leaning into him, I spoke again:
"If your knees buckle when you come don't worry; I
won't let you fall." My thighs pressed against the
back of his, and I hugged him closely as I continued
to caress his beautiful prick. I felt the warmth of
his cheek against mine as we looked at each other in
the mirror, and he stared deeply into mine with his
blue eyes. Now I pulled his foreskin back all the way,
feeling it snap into the deep groove behind his
flaring ridge, and I saw his jaw drop as the sensation
hit him. We both looked down to see his purple glans
glistening wetly in the harsh bathroom light. The
gaping teardrop shaped orifice oozed with lube that
ran down the underside of the head and over my
encircling fingers. The delicious odor of wet foreskin
and glans filled the air and I brought my fingers up
to my lips, inhaling the erotic fragrance and tasting
the salty, viscous fluid.
"I can feel your heart beating against me," he said.
"Yes, it's beating harder than when we've had our
phone calls," I replied. I pulled his hood forward to
cover the head completely and began twisting it
sideways with my fingertips, producing a rotating
movement over the head. My fingers grasped it firmly
around the body of the head, twisting it over the
ridge and stretching the foreskin's nerve endings to
add to his sensations. I looked at his face again in
the mirror, seeing his hot blue eyes boring into mine.
"Man, that's heavenly," he whispered. Now I worked a
fingertip into the opening of his hood and tickled his
meatus, sending a spasm through his body. I kissed his
neck, his ear, and then his cheek. My left hand
crawled up to his right nipple, gently twisting it
because I suspected he was also nipple-sensitive.
"I'm going to hit all your sensitive spots," I
murmured in his ear as my finger probed deeper into
his foreskin, caressing the tender, nerve-studded
surfaces of both glans and foreskin. As my fingertip
reached his corona, I felt him shudder against me, and
heard him moan softly.
"Ohhh, Jack, that feels so goooood," he whispered as I
ran my fingertip down one side of his ridge. When I
reached the underside of the hot, swollen glans and
probed into the triangular groove, caressing his thick
frenulum, Jon moaned more loudly.
"I'm going to make you yell out," I murmured. "You'll
be yelling when you come." Jon shivered again, and I
ran my fingertip along his gee-string, from the bottom
where it joined the foreskin up to where the teardrop
shaped pee hole began. I worked my fingertip in small
circles around the orifice, spreading the thick,
viscous natural lubricant over his sensitive nerve
endings.
Clear ooze dripped from the end of his foreskin,
coating my fingers and dropping into the sink. I knew
that we were at a new stage, and I pushed his thick
foreskin back with my fingertips, cupping my hand over
the head as I did so. When my fingertips caressed the
tender surface of the glans, Jon moaned louder, and I
returned his hot stare.
"It's so intense^Å I don't know if I can stand it^Å" he
moaned. He began a soft "AH-AH-AH" sound as my
fingertips continued to brush the hard surface of his
hot glans.
"Just relax, Jon," I answered. "Let it happen. I'll
give you a really hot come, I promise." Now my fingers
had pressed his foreskin back to form a thick fleshy
collar behind his beautifully flaring rim, and worked
their way into the deep groove that rarely saw the
light of day. He cried out at the intensity of the
sensations, and I saw his eyes roll up.
Now I gently massaged the bare glans, caressing the
super-sensitive nerve endings, and I felt his body
begin to tense. I kept my fingertips moving, in a
teasing touch that stimulated him more than a
heavy-handed pulling would have. I made sure to hit a
different spot every second, because I knew that
continuing to work on the same nerve endings would
tire them, and reduce the intensity of the sensations.
I looked down and saw that the color of his glans had
darkened, and that the back face of his swollen rim
had turned almost black. The surface of his glans had
hardened under my fingertips during the last few
seconds, losing the spongy feeling it had had earlier.
A steady ooze of thick liquid oozed from his orifice,
lubricating the roughness of my fingertips and masking
the sensations somewhat, so that he wouldn't come too
quickly. I wanted him to enjoy the anticipation during
the build-up. With my left hand, I pulled back sharply
on his shaft-skin as the base, drawing his foreskin
collar back from the groove. As my fingertips invaded
his groove, I heard him moaning louder: "HAH-HAH-HAH!"
as the waves of sensation built.
His hot prick was hard in my hands as I brought him to
the precipice. I felt him rise on tip-toe and grunt
more loudly as he neared the point of no return. My
fingertips were dancing on his engorged glans,
caressing the beautiful contours and the precious
nerve endings they contained. The clear fluid oozing
from his tip was turning milky as his valves slowly
gave way, and in the mirror, I saw his eyes close. His
body tightened against mine, and I grasped his
slippery purple helmet firmly in my fingertips and
twisted hard.
The response was stunning. He threw his head back,
crying out helplessly as the first wave of orgasm
swept over him. I'd cupped my hand over the end of his
glans to catch the hot jets, and felt the first gush
hit my palm as his body sagged. I pressed my body hard
against his to pin him to the counter as his knees
gave way, and held him firmly around the waist as I
twisted my fingertips again to produce another hot
spasm.
His cries of blissful agony filled the air: "AHAAAH!
AHAAAAAH! AHHHAAAAAH!" as he tumbled into the
free-fall of orgasm. Jon was lost in mindless joy now,
my fingertips producing an almost unbearable tingle in
his glans that I could experience vicariously because
the technique had once been used on me. My cock
twitched, and the thought of what he was feeling would
have brought on my orgasm if he'd been touching my
prick just then. Another powerful jet shot into my
palm and dripped into the sink. I felt his tip throb
with each shot, and the warm fluid coated my hand and
fingers. Jon's back arched, and his hips thrust hard
against the edge of the counter as the spasms consumed
him.
I stared at his throbbing, spurting cock, a hard staff
with gushing purple helmet at the end, and watched my
fingertips dancing over his tortured cap. Jon's
helpless cries filled the room, and I felt his body
strain against mine. Then I felt the force of his
spasms diminish, and knew he'd be totally drained in
another couple of seconds. I stopped massaging the
tender tip, knowing that it would soon become
unbearably sensitive, instead grasping the skin around
his shaft and pushing forward to slide it over the
swollen head.
"Okay, stop now," he whispered, and I stopped working
his foreskin, leaving it half back along the head. I
pu
t my thumb on the top of his shaft while my index
finger pressed into his urethra, milking the juice
forward. Drop after creamy drop oozed from his still
swollen glans to fall into the sink as his body
relaxed.
"I need a shower," he said as he pushed himself away
from the counter. I stepped into the shower, which was
right to the left of the sink counter, and pulled him
in after me. I slid the door shut and turned on the
water. Jon was standing right under the spray and
received the first jets of hot water. I watched the
rivulets running over his shoulders and down his
trunk, some dripping from the end of his softening
prick. His foreskin had slid forward to envelop the
tender tip.
"I've gotta pee," he said softly. I knew well what a
flow of hot water over the penis did to a man, and
although my prick was still half-hard, I also felt the
urge as some of the water splashed onto mine.
"So do I," I said. "Let's do it together." I pinched
the end of his hood as he began to release his flow,
watching it balloon out with the volume of urine. He
opened his mouth to speak and I released my grip
before he could say: "Let go." A large gush poured
from the end of his foreskin to spray my legs. I saw
his thumb and index finger pinch the end of my
foreskin as he pulled me closer to him so that part of
the hot water ran down my front. I relaxed my
sphincter and felt and saw my foreskin balloon as his
had seconds ago. Jon judged exactly the moment to
release my hood before it swelled enough to become
uncomfortable, and my yellow stream flowed over his
thighs.
I kissed him lightly on the lips, then picked up the
sponge. I poured liquid soap onto it, and ran it
lightly over his chest, then did his armpits when he
lifted his arms. He turned and I did his back, running
the sponge down into his crack. Then I reached under
him to wash his perineum.
Jon turned back and took the sponge from me, running
it over my chest and shoulders. I reached out to push
his foreskin back, locking it behind his flaring rim.
"Gotta rinse off your glans and hood," I said. Jon
skinned mine back with his left hand while continuing
to run the sponge over my body. We both knew that
rubbing the sponge over the exposed glans would be
unbearable. He turned me and washed my back, working
down my spine into my crack, then slipping the sponge
under me to wash behind my balls. He continued down my
legs to my feet, then handed me the sponge. I knelt to
wash his legs and feet, then put the sponge back on
its shelf and hugged him close to me.
The hot water ran down our bodies, rinsing away the
suds, coursing over our exposed cock-heads and washing
away the accumulated sexual fluids. I shut the water
off and reached for my towel.
"We'll have to share this time," I said.
"I'll share your towel anytime," he replied as he
leaned forward to kiss me lightly on my lips. We held
that kiss as drops of water dripped from our bodies,
until we broke and dried ourselves. We stepped out of
the shower and headed for the bedroom. Inside, we lay
supine on the big queen sized bed, side by side, my
right thigh against his left. I enjoyed the warmth of
his body against mine.
"Now it's your turn," he said as his hand snaked
across my body, down my abdomen, and his fingers
wrapped delicately around my foreskin. He began
rolling my long nipple between thumb and index finger,
then pulled forward on the end of my foreskin as my
cock quickly swelled to fill the fleshy tube. Jon knew
what he was doing, because we both enjoyed having the
copious nerve endings in our foreskins stretched
erotically.
"I want to smell and taste it," he said as he scooted
down to place his head over my groin. I reached for
his dangling cock as he grasped my hard shaft with his
right hand, cupping my balls with his left. As I
gently stroked his skin back and forth over his
rapidly swelling cock, his lips brushed the pucker of
my foreskin. I felt his tongue insinuate itself into
the orifice to tickle my meatus.
"Oooooooh, that feels nice," I moaned in response to
the delicious sensations filling my cock. I felt his
thick and warm tongue probe more deeply into my
foreskin, reaching for the rim. I ran the fingers of
my free hand through Jon's thick blond hair as his
tongue worked around the rim, then reversed and worked
down the other side. Then I felt the tip of his tongue
push into the deep groove behind my rim, his saliva
lubricating the way. The feel of Jon's tongue in an
area that rarely saw daylight, caressing the many
sensitive nerve endings, sent a thrill through my
body.
Still holding his prick, I slipped a finger into the
foreskin's opening, caressing the bulb inside. I felt
him shiver as my finger probed the many delicate nerve
endings, and heard him sigh deeply. He removed his
head from my prick.
"Feels like you need a little lubricant," he said. I
reached for the bottle of Astroglide on the bedside
table, but he stopped me.
"I've got plenty of lube for both of us," he said as
he shuffled around to position the end of his prick
over mine. Pushing my hand away, he began milking his
urethra, driving the clear fluid forward to drip from
the end of his glans onto mine. He slid my foreskin
back and forth to spread the lube over the head, and
it was my turn to sigh in delight. As he continued to
milk it, he brought his prick down towards mine until
the heads touched. I moaned at the feel of his
beautiful warm glans touching mine. I turned on my
side to face him fully, and he stretched out
lengthwise beside me. We brought our foreskins back to
bare the front domes of our cockheads. Our prick-tips
touched again, the pouting teardrop lips of his glans
pressed against mine, lightly kissing as they never
had before.
"Your heart's really going too," I said as I put my
hand up to his chest.
"Sure is," he whispered back as he continued to rub
his tip in small circles around the front dome of
mine. I felt that warmth of his engorged glans, and I
reached behind his scrotum to press my finger into the
back part of his urethra, scavenging more precious
lubricant that poured onto my hot glans.
"I think I have more than enough lube," I said. "Let
go for a minute." I moved until my face was in front
of his rock-hard dick and grasped it at the base with
my left fist as I pulled his foreskin forward to cover
the head fully with my right thumb and forefinger. I
saw the fleshy tube form a pucker in front of my lips,
totally irresistible. I slipped my tongue into his
pucker, feeling the tip touch his teardrop shaped hole
as it slid in on his thick, salty lube. I smelled and
tasted the delicious wet glans and foreskin, slipping
my tongue I farther into the space between the smooth
sensitive surfaces. I felt his tip throb against my
tongue as his body reacted, and more warm fluid gushed
from his orifice.
"Does mine taste salty to you?" Jon asked as my tongue
twirled around his flaring corona.
"Uh-huh, delicious," I murmured and nodded my head. My
lips enclosed his foreskin, wrapped around the rim of
the helmet, as my tongue explored the inside of his
preputial sac and tickled the sensitive nerve endings.

"Your thick tongue's really stretching my hood," he
said. I knew that my tongue stretching his foreskin's
nerve endings gave him as much pleasure as the
friction on his tender glans.
Now I began pulling his hood back off the head,
exposing its delicate contours, watching the
foreskin's orifice distend wider as it neared the
flaring ridge. The tender purple glans was almost
totally bared to my gaze and touch, and I completed
the process, watching the distended foreskin snap down
into the deep groove behind the ridge. The glans is
the most beautiful part of the penis, I thought. Its
sexy compound curves were inches from my eyes and I
moved forward to lap at the rounded front dome and the
weeping eye that parted it.
I pulled down hard on his shaft skin behind the head,
stretching the thick fleshy collar and making the
frenulum pull the head down towards his balls. I knew
that the nerve endings in his gee-string were
especially sensitive, and I ran my tongue over them as
I stretched the bridle.
"Wait, hold it," He said suddenly. "I've already had
mine. Now it's your turn. I want to make you come and
I want to hold and watch your penis as it shoots." I
stopped what I was doing. He was right. He wanted to
make me spurt as I had drained him, and he wanted to
hear my cries and feeling my throbs too.
"Just lie back, spread-eagled, and let me do the
work." As I complied, he slid in next to me and I
reached for his rock-hard prick. "Hold on to my cock,
that's it, I know holding it turns you on, just be
careful not to stroke too fast or too hard." He was
right- holding his hard prick and sliding the precious
hood over the big helmet definitely excited me. I felt
Jon wrap his fingers around my prick and begin sliding
my skin back and forth in slow, sensual strokes that
he varied to enhance my sensations.
My head was propped on a pillow, and I saw his every
move. He pulled my hood back to bare the precious
head, then pushed it forward slowly until it formed a
thick pucker in front of the glans. Then he pulled it
back again, stretching the skin until it rode over my
flaring rim and snapped down into the groove behind
it. He continued pulling, exposing the groove and
running a lubricated fingertip around it until I
sighed deeply. Then he brought my foreskin forward
again in a twisting motion, stretching the tissues
even as he replaced them over the glans.
His tongue snaked into my foreskin, its tip tickling
my pouting meatus, making me quiver in delight. I felt
his thick tongue stretching my tender tissues as he
pushed it farther in, reaching for my flaring rim and
the deep groove behind. His tongue caressed all of the
nerve endings inside my hood, working around the
corona, tracing its contours.
Now he pulled my skin back until it rested in a thick,
fleshy collar in the groove, and I felt his hot breath
on my cock as his teeth lightly scraped the broad
upper surface of my glans, making me gasp and shudder.
His tongue-tip flicked against my teardrop hole and he
ran the skin up over the head again. Using his
fingertips, he rotated my foreskin several times over
the head, then pushed it back to expose it.
"Man, you're head's really hot now, Jack. It's turned
darker, and the back of the rim's almost black." I
knew he was right, as my distended glans was filled
with so much blood I could feel the pressure. His
tongue flicked around my corona, sending hot sparks of
sensation stabbing deeply into my prick. I knew I was
close.
"You told me how you like to strip the skin back so
you can watch the glans when you come. Now that I'm
here we can both watch it," he continued. He pulled
back hard on my shaft skin, stretching the nerve
endings and heightening my arousal.
"Do you shoot or dribble?" he asked. "I think you told
me once but I forgot."
"I usually don't shoot, unless I'm really excited.
Most of the time, the come dribbles out of me and
rolls down my glans." I got the words out between
heavy breaths.
"Maybe this time I'll make you shoot hard," he said as
he laid a towel over my chest and stomach. "Will your
eyes stay open to see?"
"Not a chance if it's really intense," I murmured
through clenched teeth because the sensations now were
really reaching me. Jon stroked my naked glans lightly
with his fingertips as he bumped the flaring ridge
with the thick foreskin collar. Now he pulled back
hard again and I felt my foreskin's nerve endings
stretch deliciously. I stared fixedly at my engorged
glans, knowing that it would begin gushing any second.
Jon's warm fingers continued to clamp my tightly
stretched foreskin while the fingertips of his other
hand caressed the glans, and I felt the heavy pounding
begin deep in my cock-root. My eyes closed as I
withdrew into myself, and I cried out helplessly as
the first jet of hot lava burned its way up my prick.
I felt weightless, floating aimlessly, as my entire
being extruded through my penis. My shaft and glans
throbbed with each contraction, and my body shuddered
on the bed. More hot spasms tortured me deliciously,
and I drained myself into Jon's hands and onto the
towel.
I opened my eyes slowly to see Jon's face above me.
His hands and stopped moving on my penis, and now I
felt it lying tranquilly on the towel covering my
stomach. He'd pulled the hood to cover the head and
protect it from touching the rough cloth.
"You shot at least ten inches," he said. "I saw it.
Too bad you missed the show, but you were really out
of it." He leaned forward to kiss me tenderly on my
lips. I kissed him back passionately, because of the
intense pleasure he'd just given me.
"That was wonderful. You really gave me a hot one. I'm
very happy and relaxed," I said. Then I said something
to him I'd never said to another man: "Darling."
Jon hugged me tightly and we relaxed, ready for sleep.
We dozed for awhile, then I felt him snuggle against
me. I reached between us to grasp the end of his
foreskin and began tugging gently. I knew the tension
on the skin and gentle friction against his glans
would arouse him quickly.
His eyes opened and I changed my style, twisting his
foreskin over the rapidly swelling head. My other hand
cupped his balls gently.
"Your turn, Jon, and this time we'll take it nice and
easy," I said. "I want to make sure you enjoy the
ride." I began tapping his now erect glans through the
enveloping skin. I tapped his corona, worked on the
broad upper surface, then forward to the front dome,
tapping with my fingertip to hit his nerve endings.
Then I worked down to the twin lobes underneath, where
both sides of his flaring corona met in a weld line. I
felt his cock throb each time I tapped this spot,
perhaps because some of the concussion spread to his
gee-string as well.
Jon had taken the towel, wet with my juice, off me and
I had to find another to spread on his stomach. I laid
the end of the towel against the base of his prick,
then moved around so that my head was between his
thighs. Still tapping his glans, I lightly licked at
the blond hairs covering his scrotum. I felt his
fingers wrap around my prick, and I knew he was
becoming very aroused. As I'd dropped my load just
before, I had no concern that my efforts with him
would be interrupted by an orgasm.
I kept lapping at his scrotal hairs while I slipped my
index finger into his foreskin's orifice. I tickled
his meatus, then worked my fingers farther back. My
fingertip followed the contours of his shapely helmet
as it traced the outline of his corona.
"Good thing you bite your nails," he said to me as he
felt my probing under his foreskin.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to scratch your glans," I replied
as my fingertip worked under his glans to strum his
gee-string. I felt his body jump, and I knew I'd hit a
really hot spot. I retraced the route, following his
corona, but this time dipping into the deep groove
behind it. I felt his body tense against mine because
the waves of sensations were building up despite his
best efforts to relax. Now it was time for a change of
pace. My tongue traced his urethra up the length of
his penis, finally reaching the end where I found the
opening of his foreskin. I tasted the slippery, salty
ooze, and pushed my tongue tip into the tender
tissues, probing for his meatus. I found it
immediately, tickling it insistently to make Jon gasp.
The delicious taste of clean, wet glans and foreskin
almost overwhelmed me, and I swallowed eagerly.
I insinuated my tongue tip farther back to find his
corona, my sensitive tongue feeling the smoothness of
his glans and inner foreskin. At the ridge, I pushed
my tongue slightly farther, and felt the slight
roughness of the buds of sensation that studded the
back face of his corona.
"You're makin' my glans tingle," he groaned. I wanted
him to enjoy a variety of sensations, all
tantalizingly insufficient, before I made him come. I
planned to use a variety of techniques on him before I
brought forth his orgasm. It was time for another
change of pace.
I pulled his foreskin back far enough to lock behind
the prominent twin lobes under his glans. This bared
the dome, parted by his beautiful teardrop slit,
remarkably like mine. His cock-eye was weeping copious
tears, and I spread these in small circles around the
gaping slit with my fingertip. Jon sighed deeply at
the sensation, and I felt his cock throb. His hand
tightened on mine.
"Wow, that feels gooood!" he whispered as I teased his
penis with sensations. I retracted his foreskin
farther, so that only the ridge on top was yet
covered, and worked my fingertip around the body of
his glans. Jon quivered as my fingertip moved around
his hot smooth tip, stroking all the nerve endings.
Now I pulled back hard on his skin and saw the front
of his glans dip down towards his balls, the top
surface of the head becoming very shiny at being
stretched so much.
His corona and groove were bare to my touch, and I
slipped my index finger into his groove, working
around to the underside, touching his frenulum, then
reversing course and returning to the top flare. Then
I worked down the other side until I reached his
frenulum, but this time I did something different. I
flicked his gee-string a couple of times, then ran my
fingertip up the triangle to the weld line, following
it to his teardrop shaped meatus. I stroked it side to
side, fingertip caressing the lubricated lips, until
Jon's groans filled the room.
His loud "HAH-HAH-HAHs" were music to my ears as I
kept stimulating his delicate buds of sensation. I
knew I could start his orgasm blasting uncontrollably
with a couple of quick twists of my fist around his
naked glans, but I held off. I was in no hurry to make
him come, but I wanted him to enjoy the long moments
of anticipation as I slowly brought him to the brink.
I worked my fingertip lightly around the body of his
glans, slowly approaching the hot hard corona, dark
with blood.
I felt Jon's finger slip inside my hood, and thought
to myself that it was lucky for me his fingernails
were also short, whether by clipping, filing, or
biting. His rough fingerprint ridges caressed my nerve
endings, but I was still relatively relaxed from my
orgasm, and not even close to release.
Jon was, though, and I felt the tension build in his
body as I continued to caress his tip. Now I changed
the pace again. I pushed his foreskin fully forward to
cover the sensitive head completely, and grasped the
end of his prick between my palms. Moving them slowly
in opposite directions, I twisted the long foreskin
over the swollen head, stretching the nerve endings in
his foreskin and frenulum.
The new sensations were a shock to him. At first he
got very quiet, but then began to moan even more
loudly as the sensations built in his prick. It was
easy to imagine the tickling feeling in his glans as
the foreskin twisted around it, and the sideways
tugging on his frenulum turning his tickle into a hot
tingle. He was flat on the bed, but his back arched as
he cried out with the moment of release. His hips
thrust up and his cock slid through my palms as he
reached for the maximum sensations, and the first hot
blast of cream shot upward through his foreskin and
landed on the towel.
Jon was howling now, face contorted and eyes screwed
shut, caught up in the frenzy of orgasm, and his prick
throbbed hard between my hands as I kept twisting his
foreskin. He thrust hard, freeing the end of his
glans. Another hot jet erupted and landed a foot away
on the towel, followed by another, unobstructed by the
puckered foreskin. Fascinated, I watched him blow
another load as his prick throbbed hard in my hands
and his helpless cries of passion continued.
He eventually subsided, and I felt him relax as I
released his prick, pulling the hood forward to
protect the tender head before I let his penis down
onto the rough towel. I saw him open his eyes and I
leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then his
earlobes, eyebrows, cheeks, chin, and finally his
lips. His arms wound around me as he pulled me close
and hugged me.
His breath in my ear thrilled me. I felt his hairy
chest pressed hard against mine, and I felt his heart
pounding. He slid a hand between us to squeeze my
penis gently.
"Feel like a shower?" he asked, punctuating his words
with another squeeze. "I know I'd love to do it
again."
"I'd really enjoy it with you," I replied. "Let's get
in there until we run out of hot water." We arose and
trooped into the bathroom, where we got under the
shower's hot stream. Jon stripped my skin back and ran
his fingers around the glans, following its curves and
sending thrills into my body as the accumulated fluids
rinsed away. Suddenly he was on his knees in front of
me, a heavy stream of water running from my body into
his thick blond hair as his mouth hungrily engulfed my
dick. His lips locked around the base as his tongue
worked magic with my glans and retracted foreskin. I
felt my prick swell and harden as I bent over to try
to reach him.
Twisting my body, I was able to reach his crotch,
grasping his prick firmly to skin it back. I put
another hand under his armpit to urge him upright, and
when he stood I hugged him to me, trapping our pricks
between our bodies. When I let go, I worked my fingers
carefully around the sexy contours of his beautiful
naked glans, wiping away the secretions, then dropped
to me knees to taste his delicious man-meat.
He was slow to harden this time, as I'd drained him
explosively only a couple of minutes earlier, but
gradually the blood flowed into his swelling rod,
filling out the glans and making the rim flare. I
eagerly worked my tongue around the attractive helmet,
tracing his corona, lapping at his frenulum, and
probing his pouting meatus. I felt him pull me up, and
saw him with the sponge in his hand.
"We'd better wash up before the hot water runs out,"
he said. Then we can do a hot "69" together."
Minutes later we were in the classic position on my
bed, and I was stabilizing his cock with my right hand
as I tongued his foreskin opening, probing for the
weeping cock-eye inside. Jon's tongue was already deep
inside my foreskin, its rough surface caressing the
broad topside of my glans.
I was relishing the meaty taste of his freshly washed
cock, and enjoying the viscous and salty fluid oozing
onto my tongue from his distended meatus. Despite our
previous exercises, this was supremely arousing for us
both, and our cocks had come to full hardness within
seconds. I felt Jon's fingers wrap firmly around my
shaft and draw the long foreskin all the way back off
the head. His lips advanced along the length of my
cock-head, engulfing the high flaring corona, and
locked into the groove behind it. I felt a roughness
on the underside of my glans as it slid over the
striations in his hard palate.
Now I began to strip his glans bare, working my lips
along it to follow the receding end of his foreskin.
My lips rode over his twin lobes, his gee-string, and
finally over his shapely ridge, clinging to its
contours. My tongue probed his meatus, his lubricant
blending with my saliva to lubricate his tip. Before
my staring eyes, I saw his scrotum contract with
excitement, drawing his orbs tightly against his body.
I felt his fingers gently cupping my tight sac,
kneading it gently to palpate the balls within.
Now I had his naked glans in front of me, and I
tongued it lightly, caressing the hardened surface,
delicately lapping all of the nerve endings. I tasted
the smooth surface of the front dome and the broad
upper part leading to the flare, then worked my tongue
tip behind the rim. I felt the back face of his ridge,
studded with sensitive nerve endings, working around
its circumference down to the gee-string. I pulled
back hard on his shaft skin, tensing the frenulum and
making his beautiful cock-head dip down towards his
balls as he cried out in delight. Now I worked my
tongue tip up the other side, behind the rim and
filling the deep groove between the flare and the
tightly-stretched foreskin. The salty taste of his hot
flesh made my tongue tingle, and I jiggled my tongue
against the sensitive nerve endings.
I felt his urgency was greater than mine, and I
clamped my fingers around the base of his cock,
squeezing tightly to constrict the veins and engorge
his shaft and head. The response was quick, and his
hot glans enlarged and hardened within my mouth,
glassy smooth with desire. I felt him remove his lips
from my turgid prick as he began speaking:
"I guess you want me to come first," he said. "I'd
better remove my mouth, 'cause I might bite you when I
come." He began stroking my prick slowly, fingers
sliding over my wet and slippery skin and head. He'd
left my hood behind the corona, giving him full access
to my big purple tip. I began sucking hard on his
glans, working my lips back and forth along its
length, teeth lightly scraping his exposed nerve
endings. On the in stroke, I felt his glans brush my
hard palate and fill the back of my throat as I
caressed his corona and sulcus with my lips. My lips
felt the tiny buds of sensation that studded the back
face of his corona, and he groaned loudly.
Jon's breathing had deepened and I felt the tension
rising in his body. I knew he'd be exploding within
seconds now, and I slowed my efforts to prolong his
anticipation. His body tightened as he strained to
reach the orgasm, but I wasn't ready to let him have
it yet. I worked my lips slowly along the length of
his beautifully tapered cock-head, tracing every
curve, every contour, to hit every nerve ending. Jon
was gripping my penis urgently, as if stroking it
would bring his climax sooner, and I felt the tension
build in my body despite my efforts to relax.
His fingertip touches produced a light tickle in my
glans, and I sucked harder on his engorged tip, ready
to send him hurtling over the edge. I felt his fist
tighten on my shaft as his fingertips danced over my
hard glans, and the tickle changed into a hot tingle
as hot sparks of sensation stabbed deelpy into my
engorged glans. Suddenly, we both exploded, helplessly
tumbling down into the precipice. His glans throbbed
hard against my tongue and palate as a thick viscous
jet slammed against the back of my throat. The hot
tingle in my glans turned white-hot and I felt the
heavy pounding of orgasm begin in my cock-root. The
first gush of hot lava burned its way up my urethra
and I felt Jon's lips close over the end of my glans,
the heavy suction drawing my juice from me.
We stayed this way for what seemed a long time,
shooting together, filling each other's mouths with
our jets. I swallowed again and again. Time seemed to
stop, and we floated in the nether world of orgasm.
When it ended, I milked the last drops from his prick,
running my finger up along the tube underneath, and he
did the same to mine, not wanting to waste a drop. We
hugged each other, and fell asleep in each other's
arms.

The end