Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 12:21:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mutual Oral, Adult Friends, 1/1

Mutual Oral
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

When I was in my early 20s, my friend Paul and I had
oral sex right after my divorce. Almost 40 years ago,
we were very innocent and the expression "safe sex"
was unknown.
Sex between Maryann and myself had never been as
enjoyable as I thought it should be, mainly because of
lousy foreplay. I didn't like the way she handled my
cock, stripping the foreskin back and rubbing it hard
on the sensitive tip with her dishpan hands. She
wasn't all that happy with my performance in bed,
either, and we parted after only a couple of years.
I'd married her before I'd decided that sex with
another man was more enjoyable than sex with a woman.
Paul and I had been working for the same company for a
couple of years, and we'd often done things with our
wives as a foursome. Maryann and I had Paul and Helen
over for dinner, or we'd go out on picnics or to
movies and plays. After the divorce, Paul and Helen
still welcomed me at their house, and even tried to
fix me up with single women they knew.
That week, Paul's wife was in Boston visiting
relatives, and as both of us were "batching it," we
had dinner together almost every evening. The first
four days, we ate in restaurants and then went to our
respective homes, but Friday evening Paul invited me
to his house, suggesting we have a few drinks. He said
I could even sleep over if I became too tired or drunk
to drive. That sounded attractive, and I accepted his
offer.
I parked next to his car in his double carport, and he
ushered me inside. The first thing he did was to offer
me a beer, which I gratefully accepted.
"Helen and I were really sorry about it when you and
Maryann broke up," he said, looking at me
sympathetically. He took another sip from his bottle.
"Well, don't feel too sorry for me," I replied. We
didn't have much of a relationship, emotionally or
physically."
"I guess it's like that with lots of people," Paul
said. "Helen and I screw only about once a month. The
rest of the time I jack off or do something else. I go
my way and she goes hers."
"I'm a bit surprised to hear that," I said. I had the
impression you were an ideal couple." I realized that,
just because Paul and Helen were a handsome couple,
that they must be a perfect couple. I was young then,
and still held certain stereotypes.
"I'm all hot and sweaty. Maybe you are, too. Feel like
taking a shower?" he asked, abruptly. I really needed
a shower, and was glad he'd asked, as I never would
have on my own. We got up and proceeded towards the
bedroom, which had an adjoining bath. Paul took his
clothes off quickly, without wasted motion, and
without a shred of modesty. I saw that he had the same
slim build as I, although he was a couple of inches
shorter than my six feet. He had a thin face with dark
hair and eyes, and pointed chin, and not much body
hair except in the pubic area.
I stripped down more slowly, but was equally naked a
few seconds after he'd finished. Our eyes were drawn
to each other's crotches, and we stood wordlessly
appraising each other. I saw that Paul's limp cock was
about the same size as mine, with a similarly shaped
bulge at the end, under his thin foreskin. His hood
came just to the end of the head, with an opening
smaller than a dime, while my long and thick hood
dangled well beyond the end of my glans, allowing lots
of room for growth when I got a hard-on. He turned and
led me into the bathroom.
"You're my guest, so you go first, he said. There
isn't room for both in that shower." I nodded and
obeyed, turning on the water and soaping myself down
thoroughly, especially in the armpits, groin, and the
crack of my ass. Then I rinsed off, drawing back my
foreskin all the way to make sure I washed off any
piss residue and other secretions from under my hood.
As I stepped out, I heard Paul say:
Does your skin go back all the way so you can clean?"
I answered affirmatively as he handed me a towel
before stepping into the shower himself. I dried
myself off without hurrying, and Paul was out of the
shower in only a minute. He began drying himself, and
we stood there facing each other. It was involuntary,
but we both began getting hard. Our eyes met, and Paul
said:
"I'm horny as hell. Helen and I haven't done it in two
weeks."
"Well, what about me?" I replied. "I haven't had sex
since Maryann moved out, months ago."
"Ever done it with a guy?" he asked. "That's what I
meant when I said we go our own ways."
"Oh, yeah, I've had jack-offs with other guys every
now and then," I replied, adding; "I gotta tell you,
Paulie, I enjoy it better when a guy handles my cock
than a woman. Guys know what to do." I surprised
myself by my impulsive frankness, but there was no
point in acting coy since Paul had been so candid with
me.
"I feel that same way, Jack. Helen is nice in her own
way, but I'm sure you could give me a better hand job
than she could, any day, especially since you've got
skin, too. I think a guy who's uncut has an advantage
in knowing how to handle someone else's uncut dick."
"I guess you called it right," I added. "I found it's
just the way you said."
Paul took me by the arm and led me to the bed, where I
lay down, wondering what came next. When Paul returned
from the linen closet with several towels in his arms,
I had a pretty good idea and, frankly, I looked
forward to it.
"I said you're sleeping here tonight, but we'll have
to share this bed. I hope you don't mind." I nodded,
and said:
"No, I don't mind at all. I think it'll be just fine."
We were more than half-hard by now, and Paul's skin
had slipped back halfway down his head, revealing a
large juicy dome, parted by a teardrop shaped opening,
just like mine. I could see by the outline of his
ridge under the remaining foreskin that he had a
helmet type head, just like mine. He may have read my
thoughts, because he said:
"Your tip looks a lot like mine, but you've got twice
as much skin. Let me see your cock-head." My cock was
swelling fast, but the big head remained completely
covered. I pulled the hood back, and it retracted
easily because of the resistance from my almost hard
prick. The head popped into view, purple, wet, and
glossy, and I saw Paul's eyes fix on it. He reached
out to touch my prick, putting two fingers on the
thick roll of foreskin behind the ridge, and gently
eased it forward.
His light touch felt electric, and my cock-root
throbbed as a drop of lubricant started crawling up my
tube. Paul's fingers had pushed the foreskin almost to
the end of my glans, and at that moment I felt a light
tickle at the opening as the clear fluid oozed out.
"That's nice," he said, as he reached out with his
other hand, one finger extended to pick up the drop of
clear lube from my prick. Putting his finger to his
mouth, he licked the drop off with his tongue.
"Tastes nice, too. I think it's a lot like mine,
although I can tell it's a bit different. Salty, but
different." Paul looked into my eyes, and I looked
back, enjoying the intimate mutual exploration. I
reached for his cock, now full-hard, with big purple
helmet in full view. Paul's skin was fully back, and
if I hadn't seen his foreskin over the end, I'd think
he was circumcised. Of course, there was no brown scar
ring, but his skin was all inverted on his shaft.
Erect, his cock was about six inches, while mine was
almost seven with full erection. I wrapped my hand
around his shaft and pulled the skin forward, watching
it stretch as it resisted my tugging. I was able to
half cover his cock-head before the skin began
slipping from my grasp.
"That's about as far as it comes forward for me, too,"
he said. "I can't hit more than half the head with it
when I jerk off. If I want a really good stroke on the
head, I have to use a condom, or else skin back all
the way and use Intensive care lotion. Now that really
feels good." As he'd been speaking, I'd noticed a drop
of viscous clear lubricant fill the teardrop at the
end of his head. I felt both bold and horny, and I
bent forward, closer to his cock. The fresh man-smell
filled my nostrils, and I took a deep breath. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw Paul watching avidly,
perhaps wondering what I'd do next.
I didn't leave him in any doubt. I leaned forward and
licked the lube from his beautiful cock-head with my
tongue, and felt Paul's shaft jerk between my fingers
as my tongue touched his sensitive tip. Looking up at
him, I said:
"You're right. Our lubes do taste a lot alike. I like
yours too." We eased into a sixty-nine position,
because Paul wanted to wrap his lips around my cock,
and I felt the tip of his tongue probe the opening of
my foreskin, working its way inside and reaching into
the recesses. I slipped my lips over Paul's big purple
tip, letting them slide up the head, until they were
around his flaring rim. My tongue-tip tickled his
orifice, and I tasted more of his lubricant emerging.
Paul had reached the groove behind my cock-head with
his tongue, and was sliding the tip back and forth
around the rim, caressing the nerve endings. I began
sucking harder on his glans, running my tongue all
over the broad upper surface, and I heard him moan in
delight. Now I grasped his cock-skin firmly and began
stretching it back, putting tension on his thin
gee-string as I strummed it with my tongue. Fluid kept
flowing from the end of his prick, coating my tongue
and the entire inside of my mouth with its
slipperiness.
I saw his balls in front of my eyes, and had watched
avidly as the wrinkled sac contracted with Paul's
mounting excitement. Now they were tight against his
body, and I smelled the sweat coming from them as our
bodies heated up. Paul had stopped sucking on my prick
as his mounting excitement gripped him, and now I felt
his glans swell in my mouth as the ridge expanded and
became less resilient. I scraped the nerve endings in
his ridge with my teeth, knowing this would send an
electric thrill down his cock.
Suddenly, I felt his swollen cock throb and thrust
into the back of my throat, and I felt an urge to
swallow. His cock throbbed again, and more juice
poured from his tip into my mouth. I swallowed as
quickly as I could, as the heavy tastes of salt and
chlorine pervaded my mouth. Paul grunted loudly with
each thrust, and I increased the suction on his
throbbing tip. Paul came and came again, mindlessly
thrusting and shooting ribbons of sperm into my hot
mouth, as I did my best to give him a heavenly
feeling.
After he'd drained himself, he sighed and said;
"Thanks. That was wonderful. Helen never gives me a
thrill like that." His softening cock slipped from
between my lips, and I licked the thick white residue
from his head and foreskin, pulling the hood forward
to cover and protect his tender tip. I felt him grasp
my shaft, and realized that I was still rock-hard. If
he hadn't stopped when he had, I would have blasted my
juice as well, enthralled by orgasm, and maybe been
unable to give him as much of a thrill as I had.
However, now my responsibility was over, and I could
relax and enjoy the ride while he made my prick come.
I relaxed and lay on my back as Paul's lips once more
touched my hot tip, parting to engulf its compound
curves, and tightened on my flaring ridge. He was
holding my foreskin tightly back, putting tension on
my gee-string and tugging at the nerve endings within
it, making sure I was getting more than one type of
stimulation. Although I was trying to remain relaxed,
almost everything he did made my cock-root throb, and
I knew that a steady stream of lubricant was flowing
from my tip.
I felt his tongue probe my dilated orifice, sending
ripples of sensation down my cock, and I felt my
ball-sac tighten as it responded to my increasing
arousal. Now Paul stroked my hood fully up over the
head, engulfing his tongue tip as well as my hot
swollen glans. He probed the delicate inner surface of
my thick hood, then snapped it back behind the ridge
as his lips wrapped around my swollen corona. He
twisted his
 head on my cock, and I felt a throb in my cock-root.
Electric sensations rushed to my brain as the heavy
pounding of orgasm began in my cock-root, sending the
first rush of boiling fluid up my shaft. It felt like
hot lava, burning its way up my tube, tickling the
orifice as it poured through to fill his mouth.
My eyes closed as I began to cry out, lost in the
throes of orgasm, helpless as my cock poured load
after load into Paul's mouth, hot sensations numbing
my mind. My prick throbbed and jerked, from root to
engorged head, as Paul's teeth scraped lightly down
the entire upper surface, from rim to tip. Now he
scraped the underside, from the twin lobes, up the
taut gee-string, and back to the inverted foreskin
behind the head, sending messages of delight into my
tender tissues. I was flat on the bed, arms and legs
spread, totally vulnerable as my body responded to his
touch.
I felt Paul's tongue again probe my distended teardrop
between gushes, while his lips remained tightly
wrapped behind my rim, pressing against the nerve
endings. My hot tip throbbed again, but more weakly
this time, and I knew it would be over soon. My cock
dribbled a few more drops into Paul's mouth, and I
felt my body relax as I came back to full
consciousness.
"Thanks. That really got to me, Paul. You really made
my prick shoot. We've got to do this again."
"How about in the morning?" he replied with a smile.

The end