Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 08:06:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Friend Phil, Adult Friends, 1/1

My Friend Phil
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Phil's swollen purple cock-head was inches in front of
my eyes, its distended oval slit filled with clear
fluid. I spread the drop of lube around the front of
his bell-shaped glans with one fingers as I held the
shaft with the other hand. At the same time, I felt
Phil's warm fingers clasping my engorged cock, gently
stripping the long thick foreskin back from my turgid
glans, then covering it again.
Phil was perhaps my best friend, who had introduced me
to other guys both in our area and in different parts
of the country. He was the unofficial head of our
network of guys who enjoy hand jobs and other forms of
safe sex, and who live around the country and welcome
visitors. Phil was 65, a few years older than I, but
in better physical shape. Sometimes I think
everybody's in better shape than I am, but the other
side of that coin is that I've encountered many guys
who envy my cock.
I have exactly six inches hard, down a bit from when I
was younger and didn't have that fat pad in front of
my pubic bone and around the base of my shaft. Most
guys I know have roughly the same length, between five
and seven inches. I've never seen a nine-inch cock.
Maybe someone out there has one, but I've never seen
it.
Limp, my cock's about four inches, with a big bulge in
the skin at the front. The skin rides smoothly over
the bulge and tapers down to a long nipple. Many guys
younger than I don't have their foreskins any more,
because they were cut at birth, and many of these guys
envy my cock. Phil didn't, because he's natural like
me, with long thick hood covering a large, bell-shaped
glans.
Phil and I enjoy playing with each other's cocks,
because of the similarity and because of the
differences. Phil's hard-on is about half and inch
longer than mine, measured along the top from base to
the tip of the glans. Both of us have straight shafts,
with a big vein along the right side. When we're
skinned back we can see a difference. My purple tip's
like a German helmet, with big, wide, flaring ridge
that sweeps forward underneath to meet at the front.
Phil's tip is lighter purple and bell-shaped, with a
ridge that drops down under the shaft, and looks like
the rim of a bell. My pee-hole has the shape of a
teardrop, while Phil's is oval.
We began that evening by playing with each other's
skins, rolling the nipples between two fingers,
pulling on them to stretch the nerve endings, and
feeling the heads swell under their coverings. I felt
a tickle deep down in my cock-root, and the subtle
feeling of drops of lubricant oozing forward through
my shaft. Both our foreskins fully cover our heads
even with hard-ons, and we slowly stretched them back
over the bulging contours of our big tips, enjoying
the delicious stretchy feeling as the skin distended.
We were in a sixty-nine position on Phil's king-size
bed, as close to each other's cocks as we needed, and
we'd had lots of practice at stimulating each other's
equipment.
With thumb and forefinger, I caressed Phil's ridge
through the covering skin as I stretched the hood back
in stages, uncovering a little bit at a time to let
him feel each nuance of sensation. Phil had already
skinned my prick back half-way, and now his index
finger was spreading my lube over the front of the
head with a light touch. I enjoyed the tangy man-smell
of Phil's foreskin and cock-head, wet and shiny, as I
stripped it back farther. The hole at the end of his
cock-head was distended, forming an oval, and I stared
deeply into it, knowing that I'd never see bottom. I
pressed a finger into the thick tube on the underside
of his shaft, forcing his lubricant forward. A clear
drop filled his oval orifice, and while I held his
hood back with one hand, I spread the lubricant over
the dome of his glans with one finger of the other.
The slipperylubricant had a different odor than the
foreskin secretion, and I inhaled deeply, enjoying
this dimension of giving Phil's cock pleasure.
We always went slowly, consciously avoiding a mad rush
to orgasm, because as experienced jack-off artists, we
knew that getting there was half the fun. We'd agreed
to avoid coming for a week beforehand, so that we'd
have a lot of jizm to shoot. That always made for a
hotter and more prolonged orgasm. We'd also found that
if we took our time, jacking each other for an hour or
more, climax would always be more intense because of
the prolonged build-up.
I guess we practiced a form of what people call
"edging," but truly we didn't get close to coming
until just before the end. We always remained well
below the summit, and although I'd read about guys who
could bring themselves to the edge and remain there
for a long time, I'd never met anyone who did that,
and had never seen anyone do it.
Phil and I concentrated on making our orgasms more
intense by different strokes and techniques. We had
different ways of caressing our heads and foreskins,
and we even would press a finger into the big tube
under the shaft during orgasm to dam up the gushes of
cream, the pressure making us howl in ecstasy. This
time, Phil had something else in mind for me.
He'd said he wanted to use something he'd tried on his
cock last week. He'd bought an electro-sex unit,
complete with plug-in cord and a variety of electrodes
that fit around his cock, balls, and even into his
rectum. He'd raved about it on the phone a few days
before, and said he wanted me to test-drive it as
well. I'd already had some experience with this type
of stimulation because another friend had let me try
his last year, and I'd found it produced a really
heavy, throbbing orgasm.
Phil's idea was different from what my friend had had
me try. Instead of using the electric pulses from the
start to make me hard and increase my excitement, Phil
would turn on the unit only when I was on the edge of
coming, so that I could enjoy the delicate sensations
of light stimulation as he slowly teased my cock
closer to climax, then experience the full rush of
sensation when he used the electrical pulses to boost
me into orgasm.
Right now, we concentrated on working ourselves up
gradually, having agreed that Phil would have his
orgasm before mine. This would leave me free to work
on stimulating his cock to orgasm without distraction,
and after he'd finished he'd concentrate on mine. I
was twisting his foreskin gently around the head,
using my full fist, guiding the lubricated skin over
the compound curves of his tip, then stroking it back
and forth lightly for variety. We'd learned that using
light strokes and varying them often provided
delightful stimulation because the nerve endings
didn't become tired. Rapid hard pumping, on the other
hand, required even more speed and pressure near the
end because the nerve endings had discharged so often
that they were tired and needed even more stimulation.

Now we began long, slow strokes that completely bared
our cock-heads, our tight foreskin rings gently
squeezing the heads from front domes to rear ridges. I
felt the coolness of air on my heated glans as I
skinned Phil's cock all the way back, watching the
long hood snap back into the deep groove behind his
rim. I blew gently on his hot naked tip, knowing this
would give his nerve endings a slight jolt that would
bring him closer to climax. Now I pulled forward,
watching the skin bunch up as it compressed his ridge,
then jump suddenly over the ridge and begin the long
down-hill slide towards the end, where it formed a
thick pucker in front of the head.
I could feel a change in Phil's cock-head, a hardening
and swelling. I skinned it back gently once more, and
saw the now naked head swell to full size, flaring
ridge standing out above the encircling ring of
foreskin, and the color of the glans dark purple.
"I think you're ready," I said. Phil let go my cock
and lay back on the bed to let me do him the way I
wished. I spread a towel over his chest and stomach.
Having gushes of semen coat your body is nice, but not
when you have to wash it out of your body hair. I
pulled his foreskin fully forward and held his cock
between my two hands, palms and fingers flattened, and
asked; "Ready?"
Phil nodded, and I began moving my hands in opposite
directions, twisting his loose foreskin over the hard
cock-core underneath. I knew what Phil was feeling
because I'd experienced the multiple stimulation of
friction on the tender glans, the inner lining, and
the feeling of having the nerve endings in the
foreskin stretched with each twist. When my friend
Stan did this to my cock, it always brought me to a
gasping, shuddering climax within seconds, and now I
saw Phil begin to approach the brink. I twisted
faster, and heard his breathing deepen. His lips drew
back from his teeth, and his stomach muscles began to
contract as his balls drew tightly up against his
body.
His cock felt hot in my hand, partly from the blood
flow, but also from the friction, and I went faster. I
saw the dome of his dark purple head through the
opening in his hood, and a gush of lubricant oozed
from the skin and over my fingers. Phil groaned and
his eyes closed as I felt the first hard throb in his
cock, and watched a long string of white shoot from
his tip to land on his chest. I moved my hands back
slightly to make sure the front of his cock-head was
clear of skin, and kept twisting hard as another jet
erupted.
Phil was a shooter, always ejaculating his juice,
while I was a dribbler, usually pouring out large jets
but without enough force to carry them in a
trajectory. Phil's cock throbbed between my fingers as
he shot again, this time the jet landing in the area
of his belly-button. I felt another heavy throb, and
watched another gush fly onto his stomach.
Phil was really into it now, crying out in pure joy
and he floated on the sensations of orgasm, helpless
in my hands, trusting me to produce more delicious
sensations in his prick. His legs twitched as another
jet shot onto his stomach, and he groaned in delicious
agony. His cock jerked again between my hands, and
gushed a thick rope of white fluid that this time fell
right back onto the purple head and ran down his shaft
onto my fingers. I closed my right hand around his
cock, pumping him back and forth through the final
throbs, until he cock just drooled thin white fluid
and he'd stopped throbbing.
Phil took a couple of minutes to recover, as I knew he
would from many other sessions with him. I rolled up
the cream-soaked towel and carefully wiped his
softening cock with paper tissues. I skinned him back
to wipe around the ridge, then pulled his ample
foreskin forward to cover his tender tip completely.
Now Phil raised himself and got the electro-sex unit
from the bedside table.
"This is the ring electrode," he said as he slipped a
thick rubber ring around my half-hard cock, pushing it
down to the base. He clipped a lead to a stud on the
ring and connected the other end to the black box.
"This ring has electrodes to hit the two dorsal nerves
in your cock." He then poured a few drops of olive oil
between the ring and my shaft. "Olive oil is
conductive," he added. He then picked up a small
cylinder and poured olive oil over it. I was lying on
my side and he lifted one ass-check and placed the
cylinder in the crack, touching my anus. "I know you
don't like anything up your ass, but it doesn't
matter. The current will go through it anyway. He
connected another lead to a clip on the cylinder and
plugged the other end into the black box.
"Now I'm going to work on your cock just as I always
do, but when you start to come I'll turn on the
current," he explained, as he pushed me onto my back
and spread a towel over my body. Picking up my cock,
he gently skinned it back, and I propped my head up
with a pillow to watch as my swollen glans came into
view. Without the foreskin covering it, the head
swelled to full size, and Phil gently tugged on my
foreskin, stretching it back along the shaft and
running a fingertip along the groove behind the high
ridge. That felt very good, and when he pulled harder
on the tightly-stretched back foreskin the tension on
my gee-string pulled the head down towards my balls.
Hot as I was from the previous stimulation
, it didn't take long until I was very hot,
approaching the point of no return. Phil's gentle
fingers stroked my long hood back and forth, slowly
uncovering the big helmet right down to the ridge,
then pulling the sleeve forward to cover the head
again as drops of lubricant oozed from my orifice to
lubricate it. I saw that my cock-head had gotten
darker, and I felt a slight ache in the tip, signaling
a profound need to come.
As Phil continued to stroke, I felt a pleasant tickle
begin in my rim. As the skin moved over the tender,
sensitive head, the tickle changed to an itch, then to
an urgent tingle, telling me that I was on the brink.
"You're almost there," Phil murmured as he skinned my
rock-hard cock all the way back, making the glans dip
again as he pulled hard on my gee-string.
I saw his other hand move toward the black box, and
then a heavy thrill ran from my cock deep into my
cock-root. Less than a second later, another, stronger
electric throb ran from the base of my cock to my
anus, contracting all the muscles in its path, and I
cried out in surprise as the intense sensations filled
my body. I heard myself going "HAH-HAH-HAH" in time
with the electric pulses that wracked my lower body,
even before starting to come. I was helpless in the
grip of the powerful stimulation that dominated my
consciousness. Another throb shook me as I felt a hot,
burning gush run up my shaft. I saw my cock jump in
his hand as a long jet erupted from the hole toward my
face, and I closed my eyes. My legs twitched as my
insides convulsed in orgasm, sending another heavy
gush out my cock-tip. There was a heavy, rhythmic
thud-thud-thud filling my lower body as my muscles
contracted in time with the electric pulses. I felt as
if my entire insides were being ejected through my
cock as pulse after pulse convulsed my body, each one
making my cock-root contract.
I heard myself crying out in joyful agony as the
electricity pounded my cock-root, and my glans and
shaft throbbed in response, shooting more jets. I lay
helplessly supine as more throbs filled my cock, and
the rapid electric pulses brought forth more jets. I
threw my head from side to side, overwhelmed by the
intensity of the sensations, and groaned loudly as
each powerful gush erupted from my cock-tip.
Suddenly, the electric pulses stopped, and I felt the
last drops dribble from my tip as my sensations faded.
Phil had sensed when I'd had enough, and shot my load.
I felt him remove the electrode from between my
ass-cheeks, then his fingers gently slipped the ring
up my softening prick, dragging the foreskin along
with it to cover the head as the ring slipped off. I
still felt the gentle tickle as the last drops of jizm
crawled up my tube to run out under my foreskin when
they leaked from my hole.
I opened my eyes and watched Phil remove the soaked
towel, then gently retract my hood and wipe away the
thick coating of cream with a paper tissue. He was
very careful, knowing that the head was
super-sensitive for a few minutes after orgasm, and
even soft facial tissue would feel like sandpaper to
my tortured nerve endings. Now he worked the long hood
back over the shrunken head, pulling it in place to
cover it completely and form a tight nipple at the
end. I saw that his cock was limp and totally
skin-covered, like mine, but I could distinguish the
subtle difference in the shape of our heads through
the covering hoods.
Phil gave my nipple one last tug, and my cock twitched
in response. I grasped his long foreskin nipple and
tugged at it, feeling the responding twitch through
the thick skin. Phil turned out the lights and we
enjoyed a deep and restful sleep.

The end