Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2005 10:38:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mutual Jackoff, Adult Friends, 1/1

Mutual Jack-off
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

One day at work, Hal came up to the next urinal, and I
saw him look down at my prick, which I'd half
skinned-back to prevent splatter. He took his out and
started to pee, and I noted it was quite large, even
limp. "I always envied guys who still have their
hoods," he commented, as a thick yellow stream gushed
from his circumcised glans.
"Just lucky, I guess," I replied, acknowledging his
remark. "Keeps the head nice and sensitive."
"It makes jacking off much better, too, with all that
skin," he continued. Nobody else was in the men's room
to overhear his remark, which didn't surprise me, as
he was one of the few unmarried guys in the company
besides myself. "Right," I replied, as I milked the
last drops from my dick and slid the foreskin forward
to engulf the purple glans fully.
"I'd appreciate a little demonstration, if you've got
the time," he suggested, looking me directly in the
eyes. "Okay," I answered. "When?"
"How 'bout this evening, around seven?" he said.
"Sounds good," I replied. Hal finished his leak, shook
it off, then wrote his address in the pad he always
keeps in his shirt pocket, tore the page out, and
handed it to me. "See you then," I said, and left.
At seven exactly I rang the bell of a neat
single-story detached house about a mile from the
company. The door swung open, and I saw Hal in the
darkness behind it. As I entered, I saw he was already
naked. Hal was slightly shorter than my six feet, and
somewhat more muscular. His thick gray hair contrasted
with my thinning white hair. He led me into the living
room, where he was playing a European sex video on a
36" TV, and pointed to the couch, covered with a thick
blanket. I quickly stripped down and sat to his right
on the couch, taking a good look at his erection. The
room was bright enough so that we saw each other
clearly. Hal's cock was about seven inches, an inch
longer than mine, and bulkier as well. Now it was
covered with thin latex, and I saw a foil envelope
stamped "Trojan Large" on the coffee table in front of
us.
"I like to use a condom," he explained, "because it's
almost like having a foreskin to move up and down my
prick. That's why I have a European jack-off tape on
too, for inspiration." I saw that the guy on the
screen was lovingly sliding a thick fleshy hood up and
down his large purple glans, glistening with thick,
slippery natural lubricant. Hal had been at this for a
few minutes already, I guessed, because the inside of
his condom was wet and slippery with his lube.
"Can I touch?" he asked, gesturing towards my swelling
cock. I nodded, and his hand closed around the shaft
below the head, slowly working the loose hood farther
up, then pulling back to uncover the large Darth Vader
helmet that was rapidly engorging to full size. With
the foreskin pulled back, my hard-on measures six
inches from base to the end of the helmet. With the
long foreskin pulled forward over the head, it's a bit
more than that. Hal's hand now slid the foreskin
forward again, jumping over my flaring ridge, then
sliding downhill to the end, where it formed a nipple
in front of the blunt dome. I felt a drop of viscous
lube crawling up my urethra. When he pulled the fleshy
covering back again, the drop had filled the large,
teardrop shaped orifice at the end.
At the same time, Hal was working the latex hood up
and down his cock. He'd put the condom on so that he
had lots of slack at the end, and he used this to
massage his glans up and down.
"Can I help?" I asked, wanting to reciprocate. Hal
removed his hand and I grasped his cock, feeling the
warm stiffness through the thin latex. My fingertips
ran around the rim of his glans, making Hal draw a
deep breath. His fist squeezed my cock as I twisted my
hand around his cock, slowly covering every inch of
the sensitive surfaces.
I rubbed small circles around the hole at the end of
his plum-shaped glans, then caressed the broad upper
surface. Then I ran my fingers around rim high flaring
rim, making him gasp, and then I caressed the
sensitive nerve endings in the groove behind the head.
I now ran a finger down to the underside of the head,
probing the triangular groove where the two sides of
his rim swept down to meet, and pressed the hot
button. Now I pumped his prick slowly, sliding my fist
up over the glans, taking the condom with me, knowing
he could feel every ridge in my fingertips through the
thin latex.
Hal pumped my cock several times, alternating his gaze
between my cock and that on the screen. I was enjoying
the sensations, made more pleasurable because the hand
was not my own.
"It's always nice to feel a guy's hand on my cock,"
Hal commented, echoing my thought. "You're pretty
worked up," I replied.
"Oh, yeah," he said. " your cock's more sensitive but
I'm way ahead of you. I could pop any second." I
squeezed his glans, forcing some of the blood out, and
felt his cock throb in response. Hal's eyes were
becoming glassy, and his breathing deeper as I
continued to massage his turgid cock. I twisted my
fist around the big head again, and he gasped.
His knees had been bent, like mine, but now his legs
went out straight in front of him, and he let go my
cock as his elbows dug into the cushions. I felt the
flesh of his hot glans swelling under my fingers as
his excitement mounted and his glans lost its spongy
feel. "I'm gettin' my thrill," he groaned, almost
painfully, and I knew he was on the final plateau
before blast-off.
"I know," I murmured. "I can feel your tip swelling,
and the rim's really sticking out now." I punctuated
my comment by a quick sweep around his ridge, working
the nerve endings to make him groan in delight.
Although I couldn't see the color change through the
latex, I was sure his cock-head had darkened to a
deeper shade of purple. The guy on the screen was
pumping his foreskin rapidly up and down as white jets
spurted from his swollen tip, and I heard Hal groan
again, more loudly, as I twisted my fist around his
head again. My index finger was under the head, in the
triangular groove, and I felt the pulse of his first
jet as his glans throbbed in my hand.
Hal's yell filled the room as the joyful agony of
orgasm wracked his body. Warm fluid filled the condom,
washing around the glans, which throbbed again as
another gush came from his cock. I worked my fingers
over, around, and behind the throbbing cock-head as
Hal writhed next to me on the couch, lost in the
throes of sensation. His hips bucked, thrusting his
cock upward, where my fist tightened upon his glans,
and he shot again.
I noticed that his head was back on the couch, and his
eyes were closed, as he unloaded another gush of sperm
into the condom, now sagging with his discharges. I
was vicariously enjoying Hal's orgasm, and the power I
had to give him such intense pleasure with a few
strokes of my hand. His cock throbbed again, and the
latex stretched a little more as another rush of warm
fluid erupted to bathe his glans.
Now his breathing slowed, and the throbs were spaced
further apart. The pulses became weaker, and in a few
more seconds Hal was still, eyes closed, chest
heaving, as I cradled him in my arms. "Thanks," he
said weakly as he opened his eyes. I hugged him again,
and we sat together for a couple of minutes while
another guy on the screen began jacking his
foreskin-equipped prick.
Hal got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the
toilet flush and the sink running, and in a couple of
minutes he returned to sit on my right, his prick
still half-swollen. The purple head was still damp,
and lay on his thigh as he grasped my cock and began
working the hood up and down again. Now I was ready to
pop. I'd been watching the characters in the tape, had
helped Hal's cock to throb in climax, and now my cock
was aching for release. Both Hal and I watched as he
stroked my hood up and down, enjoying the delight of
the fleshy covering moving forward to engulf my
swollen purple glans, then sliding slowly back to
reveal first the teardrop orifice, then the front
dome, then sliding back over the swell of the glans to
ride over the ridge and snap down into the deep groove
behind it.
My helmet was wet and glistening with lube, and the
foreskin slid easily over it when Hal stroked it
forward again. The friction on the delicate tissues
made my glans tingle, and the tingling increased when
Hal stripped the hood back again, revealing another
dribble of clear fluid oozing from my hole. Now Hal
pulled back harder, putting tension on my gee-string
and making the big swollen head dip.
"You're really hot and hard," he whispered. "I can
feel how your tip swelled in the last minute. You're
almost there." He was right. My entire glans was
tingling with sensation, then it exploded as the hot
tingle shot down to my cock-root and the pounding
sensations of orgasm began. I heard myself crying out
as the first lightning flash went through my penis,
the gush of hot lava rushing through my tube to
explode from my tip. The thrill was so intense it was
almost painful, and I clenched my teeth and groaned
again. The white stream shot onto my chest, then I
closed my eyes as another throb went through my prick
and I was overwhelmed with sensation.
"Go for it, man!" I heard Hal say in the distance as
his hot hand flew over my penis, carrying the thick
foreskin back and forth over the head. He'd pulled the
hood fully forward as another gush streamed from the
teardrop shaped orifice, trapping the hot juice under
my foreskin and spreading it over the glans. I yelled
in ecstasy as Hal stroked another spasm from me, and
another, until I was just a quivering bundle of nerve
endings.
I came back to full consciousness, aware that Hal was
holding me, and I turned my head to him and said
"Thanks." He helped me into the bathroom to clean up,
and invited me to stay the night, which I did.

The end