Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 06:38:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rendezvous with Dan, Adult Friends, 1/1

Rendezvous with Dan
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd first made contact with "Dan" on the Internet
chat, our mutual attraction being that we were both
uncut and greatly enjoyed the pleasures of foreskin
action. We had many long chats describing how we
caressed, pulled, stroked, and twisted our foreskins
during masturbation. We knew the value of the nerve
endings in our foreskins, and how pulling and
stretching them enhanced our sexual pleasure. We'd
also had some phone j/o sessions to orgasm, each
leaving us drained and profoundly satisfied. During
these experiences, we both craved actual physical
contact because we knew it would be much more arousing
than mere vicarious masturbation.
The opportunity came last summer when Dan attended a
class at our local community college. We met one
Saturday afternoon in his dormitory room. Dan had on
boxer shorts when he answered the door, and I saw that
he was about 5'10", more muscular than I, and with
plenty of body hair. Dan was 56, a few years younger
than my 63, and sported a full beard, unlike my
clean-shaven face. Dan was moon-faced, while I have a
thinner face with a square jaw.
I slipped quickly out of my clothes, watching avidly
as he dropped his shorts. His cock swung from side to
side as he moved, the foreskin bulging slightly over
his glans and forming a thick and wrinkled nipple in
front, while his balls dangled invitingly underneath.
Our cocks were thicker than average, already partly
swollen from the anticipation. I noticed that Dan's
cock was thicker in the middle than at the end, yet
the outline of his glans showed through the thick
hood. Mine was heavy-ended, with a big bulge that
showed the helmet just behind the long nipple.
Dan pulled a couple of cans of Pepsi from an ice chest
and handed one to me as we sat facing each other on
chairs. He then handed me a blue diamond shaped pill.
"Want this? It's Viagra. I often take one before sex,
and maybe you'd like one too, as you're a few years
older than I am." He popped one into his mouth and
washed it down with a swig of soda. I swallowed mine
and said:
"I've used it before. I can get a hard-on, but
sometimes it gets soft after a few minutes."
"Sometimes I have trouble getting hard, with the blood
pressure medicine I take. This helps me a lot." He
spread his legs slightly, giving me a good view of his
equipment. His eyes were locked on my crotch. I spread
my legs as well, as I'm proud of my cock and enjoy
having another guy admire it. As I stared at his thick
wrinkled cock, I felt a stirring in mine, and realized
that it was beginning to swell.
"I think it's working already," Dan commented as he
watched my prick expand. I saw that his prick had
begun to thicken, and he reached down and tugged at
his foreskin. The outline of his thick-rimmed glans
showed more prominently through the flashy envelope.
"You're getting hard too," I said. "Now I don't know
if it's me, or the Viagra," I laughed.
"Both," he replied with a grin. He reached over to
grasp the end of my foreskin nipple between two
fingers, rolling and squeezing it gently. My prick
quickly stiffened, and within seconds was fully erect.
As it was a hot and sweaty day, Dan suggested we take
a shower first.
Hot water gushed over us as we soaped each other's
bodies. We slowly and lovingly ran our hands over each
other, massaging the liquid soap into each other's
skin. I felt his fingers clasp my cock, still half
hard, and he lovingly peeled back the foreskin to
rinse my big purple helmet.
"Yours is a lot like mine," Dan commented, pushing my
hood back to bare the head right down to the high
flaring rim. "I figured that from our phone talks, but
it's great to see it and feel it in my hand." His
words made my cock swell fully, and now the engorged
purple tip locked the foreskin back behind its ridge.
I skinned his hood back to bare his glans, which was
very much like mine. His long thick hood locked behind
his thick rounded rim as I gently caressed the swollen
head. His glans was more pointy than mine, tapering
forward from a thick, fully rounded rim that
contrasted with my high flare. Now we were both hard,
eager for the long upward slope to orgasm.
Dan turned the water off and we dried ourselves, using
the same towel. During this, our cocks remained at
above horizontal because we'd turned each other on so
intensely. We trooped back into the bedroom and lay on
the bed facing each other.
Dan's fingers grasped my foreskin, which still covered
the head with full erection, and pulled it forward.
The hood thinned from the stretching, clearly showing
the outline of my big helmet and its high flaring
ridge.
"Man, that corona looks very sexy," he said. "I think
a high flare's very attractive, and I'm glad yours is
that way."
Dan's foreskin also covered his head completely in an
attractive taper that followed the contours of his
glans, and I rolled the pucker at the end of his
foreskin between two fingers. With my other hand, I
cupped his loose scrotum and the heavy orbs it
contained. I heard him sigh in delight as I kneaded
his balls gently.
Then I squeezed his glans through the skin, and felt
an answering throb at the base of his penis.
"That's the bulbo-cavernal reflex," I said. "Your cock
root contracts every time I squeeze the head." I felt
Dan's strong fingers squeeze my cock-head, and my
cock-root responded with a spasm that forced a drop of
lubricant from my prostate. I felt the drop begin to
crawl up my tube.
"I want to taste yours," he said as he shifted his
position, his lips pinching the end of my foreskin
pucker. I felt his tongue snake inside my hood,
tickling my slit. Now his hard prick was right in
front of my face, and I stabilized it with two fingers
as I slipped my tongue inside his hood. I ran my
tongue across his slit from side to side, hearing him
moan at the acute sensations, then I changed to an up
and down motion, tasting his lube as the heavy
masculine aroma of his foreskin filled the air.
I felt his tongue reach farther into my hood, and the
tip caressed my flange, also stretching my foreskin. I
probed farther into his foreskin to reach the heavy
rounded rim, and knew that my thick tongue was not
only caressing the glans and the inner lining of his
foreskin, but stretching the many nerve endings
contained in the foreskin. Then I ran my tongue tip
around it until I reach his frenulum under the head. I
strummed it sharply from side to side with my tongue
tip, feeling his cock pulse between my fingers in
response.
"Yours has a nice taste, and I love the smell," he
said as he removed his mouth from my cock. Holding my
foreskin forward with two fingers, he slipped his
index finger into the tight orifice, tickling my slit,
running his fingertip in small circles around it. The
sudden sharp sensations made my cock root throb, and I
felt an increase in blood pressure inside the head.
"Man, you're good," I stated in delight. "You'd better
go easy or you'll make me pop right now."
"I know what you mean," Dan replied. "Us uncut guys
have sensitive cocks, and need gentle treatment. We
uncut guys don't like our hoods stripped back
roughly."
I knew from experience that a gentle sliding action
feels best because the nerve endings in the glans and
foreskin are very sensitive. Also, a tight foreskin
such as mine feels best when it's eased back slowly,
to ride over the contours of the bulging glans,
applying a delicate friction all the way.
"Don't make me blow too soon," I continued to caution.
"I wouldn't want to do that," he said. "I want to make
it last so you can enjoy a long build-up." His finger
motion stopped. "I want to worship your hard cock as
long as possible. It's such a turn-on for me."
"I love your cock too," I replied. I want to feel it
get harder as you get more excited, and then I'll
really enjoy feeling it shoot." I pushed my fingertip
into the orifice of his foreskin, probing for his
slit. As my finger touched this sensitive area, I felt
his glans pulse in response.
"Retract me," he ordered. I began slipping his
foreskin back slowly, uncovering his long slit, filled
with clear drops of natural lubricant. Then I pulled
his hood forward, covering the glans and holding it in
a thick pucker beyond the head. Then I pushed his
wrinkled hood back with two fingers until the orifice
was dime-sized, exposing the slit and the end of the
head. Pulling his foreskin forward again, I held it by
its thick pucker.
"I'm going to retract you in stages, so that you can
feel the foreskin's nerve endings stretch over the big
head," I said. I pushed it back once more, stretching
the opening to the size of a quarter, teasing the
nerve endings in his hood and exposing the shiny end
of the big purple head. Pulling his hood towards me, I
stretched it out to thin it, and saw the gorgeous
outline of the glans showing through the skin.
Now I pushed it back harder, until the edge of his
foreskin was just ahead of his rim. The aroma of his
wet glossy glans filled my nostrils, making me quiver.
I pulled the thick hood forward to engulf the swollen
glans once more, holding it there for several seconds
while I studied the outline of his hidden head. I felt
Dan's firm but gentle fingers jiggling my foreskin
over my rock-hard head, stimulating me and making my
cock throb. His delicate touch moved my foreskin
without uncovering the head at all, and it still lay
hidden inside the hood.
Now it was time to enjoy the sight of his glans,
exposed in its naked glory, and I firmly pushed back
his hood, slowly to let him enjoy every nuance of
sensation, until it was poised right on his thick rim.
I gave the thick fleshy foreskin a final push, and it
snapped down into the groove behind the head, leaving
the big shapely glans exposed to my gaze and touch.
The retracted foreskin formed a sexy looking collar
behind the swollen rim. Holding his foreskin back in
case it tended to slip forward, I ran a fingertip
around the sensitive rim, hearing Dan groan at the
sharp sensations.
"Man, that's hot," he said with fervor, as my finger
stroked the sensitive spiculae of sensation in his
swollen corona. His cock throbbed hard in my hand.
"I love doing this," I said as I continued to caress
his rim." I love feeling your prick throb, and love
hearing you moan." Pulling back harder on his skin, I
exposed the groove behind the rim and began exploring
it with my fingertip, feeling his body shudder against
mine as the intense sensations hit him.

"That feels so nice,' he whispered. "You're really
turning me on. Now I'm going to do the same for you."
His muscular fist clamped around the base of my shaft.
"This is going to constrict your veins and make your
prick harder," he said as he continued the pressure
and I felt my glans swelling even more. "Now I'm going
to retract you." Still clamping the base of my shaft,
he began pushing back my foreskin with two fingers. I
felt the tender tissues sliding back over my glans as
the nerve endings in my foreskin sang out with
sensation.
"I like the shape of your meatus," he said. I knew
that my slit's lips pouted with erection, forming a
teardrop shaped orifice. "It looks really sexy." Then
I felt him pull my hood forward again, covering the
head. Dan paused, then pushed my hood back, going a
little farther, until half my glans was in the open.
"I love the beautiful purple color of your helmet," he
said, then he pulled my hood forward to hide it. His
fingers now exerted pressure to ease my hood back
farther over the head, the delicious friction on my
glans complementing the stretching of the nerve
endings in the foreskin.
"Your long foreskin's so stretchy," he said as he
pulled it forward again. He twisted the end between
two fingers, then pushed it back over my engorged
glans. My foreskin stretched as it rode over the
glans, and now it just covered the flaring ridge. Dan
eased it forward and gave the end a couple of slow,
sensual twists, the slowly pushed it back until it
snapped down into the deep groove behind the flaring
corona, forming a
thick fleshy collar behind the sexy curve of the rim.
"You've got a really beautiful head," he said. "It's
better in real life than in the pictures you sent me."
He ran a fingertip delicately over my rim, sending hot
sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my glans.
"I like the way your foreskin forms a collar behind
your corona," he said. "It makes your prick thicker
behind the head, and it looks so sexy." His fingertip
continued to trace my corona, down one side to the hot
spot under the head, then up the other side to the
top.
"Yours has a nice collar too," I replied. It's loose
enough to skin completely back to expose the groove,
and I can bump it against your rim too." My fingers
moved his foreskin in the way I'd just described to
him, and I watched as his engorged glans became a
darker shade of purple. My fingertip, caressing his
glans, felt it lose its formerly spongy feel and
become harder as I stroked it. I knew this was the
final stage because with his glans fully engorged, he
was ready to go over the edge into the free-fall of
orgasm.
"I love the color change," I said. That shows you're
ready to come."
"I am! Do me! Do me NOW!" he cried out in joyful
anguish.
"Not yet," I said. "I'm going to keep you at the edge
for awhile." My fingertip continued its travels around
his engorged rounded corona, caressing the nerve
endings contained within, sending delightfully
insufficient messages of joy to his cock. He was hot,
hard, and ready, yet I didn't give him enough to push
him over the edge, wanting him to enjoy the prolonged
anticipation of what was to come.
I noted the steady ooze of lubricant from his tip, and
I dipped my fingertip into the lube because I knew
that keeping my fingertip well lubricated would mask
the sensations, reducing the danger of making him come
too soon. His glans throbbed as I resumed my caresses,
tracing his corona, then riding over the broad upper
surface down to the front, then moving underneath
where I lightly touched his hot spot between the twin
lobes of his glans where they met. Now Dan was moaning
uncontrollably, his hips bucking, as I tantalized him
with my light touches.
Hid fist still clamped the base of my cock, and I knew
I had to hold back so that I wouldn't be distracted by
my own orgasm as I built him up to the peak.
"Go easy on me," I urged. "I want to be fully
conscious when I make you blast off, and if you make
me come now, I'll be out of it." I felt his grip
slacken, but he still kept his fingertip moving over
my glans, hitting the hot spots.
Now I pumped his foreskin, gently bumping the big
rounded corona, as my fingertip massaged his rim. I
stretched the skin all the way back to bare the ridge,
and encircled it with my fingertips, thumb on top and
my index finger pressing into his hot button
underneath. Then I pulled back harder to stretch the
nerve endings in his foreskin collar, watching the
skin stretch out to lie flat along the shaft. Dan
moaned more loudly, and his breathing became ragged. I
bumped his thick sensitive corona again, knowing that
as it always lay protected by the thick foreskin, the
tissues remained moist to retain the sensitivity of
its nerve endings, and that a light bump would create
intensely pleasurable sensations.
I again pulled his skin back hard to stretch the nerve
endings, and twisted my fingertips around his glans.
The flow of lube became heavier, and it poured from
his distended slit, lubricating my fingertips. His
groans became louder, and his "HAH-HAH-HAHs" filled
the room. I paused to let him cool down a bit.
Dan's body relaxed. I kept his foreskin stretched back
tightly, enjoying the sight of his naked, throbbing
glans, now deep purple with arousal. I touched it
lightly, and felt the answering throb in my
fingertips.
Now I resumed in earnest, intending to bring him to a
hot, blasting, shuddering climax. I wrapped my fingers
around his glans, beginning the compelling, twisting
stroking that would make his cock throb uncontrollably
as the white gushes poured from his slit. Stretching
his skin back tightly, I massaged his glans with a
twisting motion, hearing his vocalizations rise in
pitch. His hips bucked sharply, and I felt his cock
throb in my hands as he began coming.
Dan cried out helplessly as the sensations overwhelmed
him, and I saw a thick white gush stream from his
distended slit as his groans filled the room. His cock
throbbed repeatedly as more eruptions gushed from his
tortured glans. Now I stroked his foreskin fully
forward, then snapped it back to bare the slit for
another eruption. His body strained against mine, his
cock throbbed in joyful agony, and his hot hard purple
glans gushed more cream, filling the air with the odor
of chlorine. His eyes were closed because he was
totally withdrawn inside himself, captivated by the
intense, joyful sensations.
Now the force of his jets diminished, but the lips of
his slit were still distended as he dribbled his life
juice onto my encircling fingers. I massaged the cream
into his hot glans and foreskin, twisting my fist
until he cried out in agony because his tip was
becoming too sensitive. I now just stroked his
foreskin over the still throbbing head, watching him
seep the last drops of orgasm.
It was over for him, and I felt and watched his body
relax. His eyes were closed, and his face took on a
blissful expression. After a minute, his eyes opened.
"Time to take care of you, good buddy," he said. He
clamped his fist hard around the base of my shaft, and
his fingertips began a maddening course around my
glans. I was primed for orgasm, and could not hold
back. My ho hard glans ached for release. Dan massaged
my delicate nerve endings with his fingertips, holding
my foreskin tightly back to stretch its nerve endings,
and I felt myself slipping into orgasm.
My eyes closed, and I heard myself moaning in the
distance as the heavy pounding began in my cock-root.
I was helpless in his hands, and the world shrank
around me as all my attention became focused in my
cock. I was lost in the free-fall of orgasm, and I
felt the hot jets burning their way up my urethra,
searing the tender flesh. My body strained and
shuddered, as gush after gush distended the lips of my
teardrop shaped orifice.
I don't know how long it lasted, because of my altered
state of consciousness, but suddenly my tip felt
super-sensitive, and I pushed his hands away from my
throbbing cock. I felt the last hot drops oozing up my
urethra, and ooze from my still hard glans. I began to
relax as I came down off my high, and when I opened my
eyes I saw Dan's round face smiling down at me.
"Man, you really pumped a lot of cream," he said. "You
were moaning, crying out, and really into it."
"Thanks," I whispered weakly.
"No, thank you," he replied. "You gave me a really hot
orgasm, better than I've had in years, and I enjoyed
watching you come too. If I hadn't just drained
myself, I would have creamed all over myself just
watching you."
We were energized by our performance, and after a
quick shower, did it again.

The end.