Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2005 12:33:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Princeton, Adult Friends, 1/1

Princeton: A Fantasy
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd met "Naturalman" on the Internet Chat, and had
enjoyed cyber-sex with him, as well as an elaborate
fantasy one afternoon while masturbating at home. This
had been so pleasurable that this particular day I
again thought of him while rolling the nipple of my
foreskin between two fingers. I really enjoyed the
sliding feeling as the big head moved around inside
its hood. He was 53 and I was eight years older.
Unlike me, he was married. I'd been divorced ten
years.
During our e-mail correspondence, he'd told me that
he'd never heard of "Princeton" but was eager to
learn. I gathered paper towels and glycerin lube, and
lay back in my recliner, ready to enjoy another hot
fantasy session until it reached a tingly orgasm.
Once more, business brought him to my city in my
fantasy, and he found time to show up at my door late
one afternoon. I was happy to hear his rather deep
voice again, and I ran a hand playfully through his
salt-and-pepper hair as I let him in. We quickly ate
sandwiches I'd prepared, then went into my bedroom and
stripped. Bob was about 5'7", and weighed in at a
well-built 165 lb. in contrast to my relatively flabby
210 lb. and 6'2". However, our pricks were about the
same size, soft and hard Limp, we were about three
inches at most, including long nippled foreskins.
Hard, about six inches, with Bob's hard length
marginally less. Also, my foreskin was slightly longer
and thicker than his. Each cock had a big vein on the
right side, and the outlines of the heads showed
clearly through our thick hoods. Seeing each other's
cocks, and the tight ball-sacs beneath them,
stimulated us and our cocks began swelling before we
even touched them.
We stood facing each other, cocks at full-mast,
pointed at each other's chests. I saw his balls were
shaved, unlike mine. He put two fingers on my cock,
grasping the foreskin that still covered the head
completely, and a "frisson" of sensation shot down
through my hard prick at his first touch. I grasped
his foreskin that had begun peeling back and was now
half-way off the head and pushed gently, watching and
feeling the tight hood stretch over the flaring ridge
of his shiny purple helmet to snap into the deep
groove behind it. The shapely head glistened wetly in
the dim light, and a clear drop parted the lips of his
orifice.
He pulled my hood forward, stretching it out beyond
the bulging head, then began pushing it back to
uncover my tear-drop shaped meatus. I took a deep
breath as the nerve endings in my hood stretched over
the contours of my glans, and saw him pull the sheath
forward again. The aroma of clean man smell wafted up
to our nostrils, the musky glans and foreskin odor
that is a hot turn-on.
His fingers tightened on my foreskin and slowly pushed
it farther back, this time right to the flaring
corona, before pulling it forward again. The sight of
my wet purple helmet appearing and vanishing excited
us both, and I clamped my fingers around the base of
his cock, to make the veins pop and the head stand out
more. I cupped his balls with my other hand, hearing
him sigh deeply as his fingers pushed my foreskin all
the way back, where it snapped down into the deep
groove behind my ridge.
Gently, I pushed him back onto the bed, and we sat for
a moment before I reached into the bedside table and
pulled out two dry latex condoms. I began unrolling
one onto his cock, leaving a lot of slack beyond the
head.
"Princeton is fucking between the thighs," I
explained. "You get behind me and slip your cock in,
and the rubber will protect you from hair burns. It'll
also avoid having to wash your cream from my pubic
hairs. Now put the other one on me."
He grasped my cock and placed the roll of latex on my
naked head, then began pushing it back over its
contours, unrolling it all the way down to the base.
The thin latex bulged over my swollen head, tightly
following its contours.
"That rubber will keep my juice from shooting all over
the sheets," I said. "When we come, we can come
together." I lay on my left side, facing away from
him, and lifted my right leg to let him slip his cock
between my thighs, tip touching my balls. He reached
over me and grasped my cock with his fingertips, and
began massaging the big head through the latex. I felt
him begin to pump slowly, and heard him gasp at the
acute sensations.
This was very hot sex because of the intimacy, and
soon he was pumping faster, while massaging my turgid
tip with his fingers. A hot spike of sensation shot
through my glans and down the shaft to the root, and I
knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I
slipped my hand down between my thighs, pressing four
fingers into the underside of his cock, feeling them
slide into the triangular groove under the head.
Bob was grunting with each thrust, and my fingertip
pressure made him howl at the sudden jolt of sensation
that shot through his prick. His fingertips pressed
harder on my cock-head and I knew we'd be blasting off
very soon.
"Your tip's getting' harder," he grunted as his
fingers slid expertly over the sensitive surfaces.
"You're almost there," he added. "So am I." I pressed
harder into the underside of his thrusting hardness,
and felt his cock throb. His hips slammed into me, and
he hugged me hard with his other arm. I felt his body
straining against mine as his grunts became louder,
and then he groaned loudly as the first wave of orgasm
shot through his straining body. I felt the throb as
the first stream shot up through his thrusting prick,
and felt him squeeze my glans hard as he went
"AAAHHHHHHH" with the joyful agony of climax.
My hot hard glans tingled and I felt myself dissolving
into orgasm as his frenzied thrusts slammed into me.
My eyes closed as I went "Bob, Bob, Bob" with the
spasms of climax. Our bodies strained against each
other as our pricks gushed torrents of cream that
washed around our tingling tips, trapped by the
rubbers. We were sharing the magic moment, joyfully
writhing in sensation, and unaware of anything but our
hot, throbbing orgasms.
Too soon, it was over, and we relaxed, feeling our
hard cocks soften after the release. The tension left
our bodies, and soon we were asleep in each other's
arms. I don't know how long we slept, but when we
awakened we went into the bathroom, slipping the
condoms from our pricks, and stepped into the shower.
We slowly and carefully washed each other under the
torrent of hot water, lovingly rinsing the residual
juices off each other's pricks. I skinned Bob's hood
back all the way and ran a finger around his rim and
into the deep groove behind it, then pulled the long
hood forward to completely encase the precious head.
My foreskin was still lodged behind my high ridge, and
he ran his fingers lightly over the head, following
its contours, and removing the white slippery cream.
Then he grasped my prick around the shaft, pulling the
skin back hard to uncover the groove, and rubbed away
the residue. I saw and felt him gently slide my long
hood forward, snapping it over the ridge and then
downhill over the tapering head until the end formed a
nipple beyond the glans.
Although we'd drained ourselves earlier, this handling
made our pricks begin to swell again, and we knew we
were ready for another round. We'd had a really hot
session before, and we were eager to have another go
at it. Our cocks were getting hard, and I looked at my
buddy's glans, emerging from its sheath, shiny and
swollen, and I saw that it was more tapered than mine,
with a pouting piss-hole, ready to gush again.
"Let's do it again, but this time you let me slip my
cock between your thighs," I suggested. "Okay. I want
to feel you come that way," he replied. "I'll really
love to feel you come and I'll massage your cock like
you did mine."
I unrolled a condom over his swollen glans, and made
sure he had lots of slack in the rubber. He pushed a
condom over my big helmet, and unrolled it down to the
base, leaving a lot of slack for my thrusting. We got
into position, and I slipped my cock between his
thighs, feeling the pressure as he tightened his
thighs around my hard shaft. I reached over him and
grasped the end of his prick, feeling the hard and
swollen tip under my fingers as I began thrusting.
I began slowly, wanting to prolong the delicious
sensations as I massaged his tip through the rubber. I
felt my cock-tip swelling even more as I thrust
between his thighs, pressing against his tight ball
sac, and I knew we were so excited we wouldn't last
long, even though this was the second time around for
both of us. The friction against my high rim was
exquisite, and I felt the familiar tingle begin in my
tip. I massaged his big tapered cock-head through the
thin latex, feeling the throbs of his excitement.
Despite our excitement, it took longer this time, and
I felt every ripple of sensation as I thrust my hard,
swollen prick between his thighs, his flesh massaging
my thick ridge through the rubber. I fingered his hard
cock-head, lightly working my fingertips over and
around its contours, feeling his excitement mount. It
didn't take long for his swollen glans to lose its
spongy feel, becoming harder and more swollen under my
fingertips. I felt his flaring ridge under my thumb
through the thin latex.
I began thrusting harder and faster, my shaft becoming
more rigid and my cock-head swelling under the
excitement, as I got closer to the peak. My prick was
rock-hard, and I felt his swollen cock-tip lose its
spongy feel and become harder as I worked my
fingertips over it. A hot, hard tingle began in my
ridge as I kept thrusting, and quickly spread down my
cock to the root. Then I felt a hot, erotic pressure
as he pushed his fingers into the underside of my
cock, massaging the hot button under the cock-head. I
twisted my fingers around his hot, swollen tip, and
felt it throb in response.
I was grunting with each thrust, hot with excitement,
and I knew that my awareness of the world around me
was dimming as I withdrew into myself with the
approach of orgasm. I wanted him to come with me, and
I increased the pressure on his cock-head. My fingers
danced over his swollen glans to bring him to the
peak, and I pressed hard into the groove behind his
engorged rim to give him hotter sensations.
I was grunting with the effort, hot sensations
stabbing into my prick as I thrust faster, getting
into a frenzy, mindlessly thrusting between his
thighs, and I felt his hot hard cock-tip throb between
my fingers as my own orgasm let go. Slamming my hips
into his butt, I yelped "Bob, Bob, Bob," in mindless
joy as orgasm overtook me, the sensations overpowering
my conscious mind, and I was dimly aware of his prick
throbbing between my fingers. Our bodies writhed
together, joining in the sublime experience, as we
tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm.
His fingers pressed the underside of my cock-head,
enhancing my sensations, as I twisted my fist on his
throbbing, writhing glans, milking the orgasm out of
him. His cock throbbed as it shot, and my cock swelled
and throbbed as my juices gushed from my tortured tip.
I fisted his prick hard, making sure he felt the
heights of my excitement, sharing the erotic
sensations with him, as we joined in mindless joy.
Gush after gush of hot juice burned its way up my tube
to erupt from my swollen glans, as I milked the flood
from his prick. I heard him cry out in mindless
ecstasy, joining me in my cries of blissful agony as
we shot our loads into the rubber receptacles. His hot
juice washed around my swollen tip as I shot again and
again, helpless as he prodded me to erupt and spew my
load. I felt the rubber swell around his hot hard tip
as he spewed his juices and cried out in joyful agony.

Our bodies strained against each other, writhing
helplessly in hot orgasmic frenzy, and we unloaded
ourselves in mutual joy. His flesh was hot against
mine, and we convulsed in hot release.
Too soon, it was finished, and we began to relax,
totally spent, and eager for repose. The afterglow
crept over us, and we relaxed in each other's arms.
The fury or our orgasms faded, and we began to relax,
totally spent, as the overpowering urge to sleep
flooded over us.
I was aware that my cock was softening
, and the dream faded as I sank into the compelling
torpor of the post-orgasmic relaxation. I sank back
into my recliner, my fantasy vanishing, but leaving me
with a profound sense of satisfaction. Very soon, I
was in deep sleep, my prick still sheathed in its
latex wrapping, shrinking into a very relaxed state.

The end