Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 04:08:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reunion With Al, Part 2, Adult Friends, 2/2

Reunion with Al, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	After our wild double orgasms the evening before, Al
had invited me to spend the night with him. We'd been
exhausted by our grunting, blasting, sperming, spewing
 orgasms, and it hadn't taken long for both of us to
drop off to sleep.
	I awoke first. During the night, the sheet had
slipped off the bed and now I saw Al on his back, his
penis laying limply on his stomach, angled to the
left. As we were both past 40, we didn't automatically
have hard-ons in the morning, no matter how full our
bladders might be, and I took advantage of the
opportunity to inspect his magnificent cock.
	Limp, it was about the same size as mine, almost four
inches long, and about an inch thick. It emerged from
the patch of blond pubic hair, its skin flowing
smoothly over the bulge of the glans to a loose pucker
at the end where his foreskin did not quite close
enough to hide his piss-hole. Al's foreskin was
shorter and thinner than mine, and the outline of his
perfect mushroom shaped head was clearly defined
through the elastic sheath that covered and protected
it.
	I was propped up on my elbow and both our crotches
were within my field of view. My prick also lay limply
and angled to my left, jutting from my brown pubic
patch with its long foreskin proudly displayed. My
foreskin was thicker than Al's, yet showed the outline
of my helmet-shaped head before tapering down to form
a long nipple that extended an inch beyond the end of
the glans. The end was tightly closed, making it
impossible to see what it concealed unless you
stretched its opening. A big vein ran along the right
side of my shaft to the base. My balls were tight
against my body, unlike Al's low-hangers that sprawled
between his thighs.
Now I reached over and began tickling the hairs
protruding from the wrinkled skin of his sac, and was
not surprised when this produced an immediate
reaction. Although Al was still asleep, his penis
began lengthening and thickening as it filled with
blood. As his prick distended, the purple mushroom
head began emerging from the sheath of skin, and when
he was fully hard the ring of skin concealed only the
rim of his mushroom. The enticing odor of moist glans
and foreskin filled the air, and I inhaled deeply.
	Al stirred and opened his eyes. He took in the scene
and smiled.
	"Can't keep your hands off me?" he asked.
	"No, I can't," I replied. "I really love your prick,"
I continued as I grasped his foreskin at the end and
stretched it up over the swollen purple head as far as
it would go, which was about half-way. "I love the
smell too."
	"Well, your dick's sexy too," he said as he grasped
the nipple of my foreskin between thumb and
forefinger. He began to roll it between his fingers,
as he knew that this turned me on quickly. My prick
immediately began filling with blood, the outline of
my glans becoming more sharply defined as it swelled.
	"You've got more skin than mine," he said as the core
of my prick filled the fleshy tube. "I like the way it
still covers the head when you're hard. That extra
skin gives a nice long stroke."
"Your prick's a little bigger than mine. Your foreskin
has more to cover. Mine's only a little more than six
inches, and yours is almost seven. The head at the end
of yours is a bit thicker than mine, too."
"Yeah, Jack, my mushroom's a little thicker than your
helmet, but your rim's got that sexy flare. I really
like that." As he spoke I noticed that slippery tears
began flowing from his cock-eye, and I used the
forefinger of my other hand to spread the viscous
liquid in small circles around his long slit. Al
sucked in his breath at the sudden sharp sensation.
	"This really gets to you," I commented with
satisfaction. "I bet I could make you come if I kept
it up."
	"You bet your ass," he answered. "My tip's as fucking
sensitive as yours, and I've gotta pee. That makes it
feel extra good."
	"Having a full bladder makes it hotter for me too," I
said. "I come harder, maybe because my semen feels
like it's burning when it shoots through my prick. I
really like peeing after I come. That feels hot too
and it flushes me out clean."
	"I like to do that too," he said. "The pee feels
really good running through my cock after I've just
shot a big load through it. Remember yesterday?"
	"Yeah, it felt good for me, too, mainly because we
did it together," I said as Al's expert fingers began
working my foreskin back in slow stages.
	"Now I know you like having your tight cock-skin
pulled back nice and slow when you're hard," he
explained. "I know that stretches the nerve endings in
it. I like to watch your hood riding over that big
helmet too. The skin gets thinner as it stretches." As
he spoke, his slit continued to pour out lubricant,
which flowed all over the swollen head and began
running down his shaft.
	"I love the way you lube a lot," I said. "That smells
nice too." Now Al leaned in towards me to bring his
nose closer to my emerging glans.
	"I love the smell of your cock," he said. "It's a lot
like mine, but just a little different, like two
different brands of perfume."
	"The way you're stretching my foreskin's giving me
some hot thrills," I commented as I swept my fingertip
in wider circles around his leaking slit. Now Al had
bared the blunt nose of my glans, and was studying the
end carefully.
	"Your slit makes a teardrop when the head gets hard,"
he said. "I noticed that yesterday."
	"You leak so much lube that it spreads the lips of
yours, and that looks really sexy." Al inhaled deeply
as he drew my foreskin back so that the fleshy ring
was poised on my corona. I stopped working his
foreskin and skinned him back completely so that I
could use all my fingertips to caress his glans.
	"Oh, oh, oh!" Al exclaimed as the sharpness of the
sensations filled his glans. "That feels so good. Oh,
oh, oh!"
	"I know the way it feels," I said as I continued
stroking the contours of his mushroom with my
fingertips. "This is really gonna make your head
swell."
	"Oh, wow!" he said as he drew my foreskin all the way
back to snap down into the deep groove behind my rim.
"I like the way your ridge flares out," he continued.
"I'm gonna make your tip feel just as good as mine
does." As he stabilized my shaft with his left hand,
he brought all five fingers of his right hand down to
caress my swollen tip, running them around the rim to
make me moan in delight.
	"Your balls are gettin' tight," I observed. "This is
really turning you on fast." His scrotum grew more
wrinkled as his sac drew up against his body. "Now the
head's gonna swell more and get harder when you get
close."
	"Your tip gets harder too when you're ready to come.
I can feel it in my fingertips. The head's kinda dry,
though. Better let me lube it like I did yesterday."
He got up to kneel in front of me as I let go of his
hot hard prick. I stared, attracted and fascinated, at
the big blunt mushroom tip that was pointing right at
my face.
	"Now let's lube your cock," he said as he straddled
my thighs and squatted on my knees. I sat up and he
grasped my shaft, directing my shaft until our slits
kissed. Al's slippery wetness made the contact very
smooth, and I felt the warmth of his glans against
mine.
	"Oh, your mushroom feels so warm," I sighed. "It's so
slippery, the way you're moving it against mine."
	"Yours feels hot too," Al countered. "I'm gonna lube
it a lot for you. Watch me spread my lube over it." He
milked his urethra and we watched the crystal-clear
fluid pour out to drop onto my glans. Now he held our
foreskins back tightly as he moved his thick mushroom
in small circles around my helmet.  I felt the cleft
under his glans brush the broad upper surface of mine,
and then he brought his tip down the right side of
mine until it was under my prick-head. I felt his rim
stroking the twin lobes on the underside of my helmet,
caressing them gently to tease me and heighten my
excitement. I wanted to grasp our pricks in both hands
and crush them together, but I resisted the impulse
and let Al go at his own pace.
	"That feels so good," I whispered as Al brought his
big glans up the left side of mine, spreading his
slick lubricant all over the surface. Now he moved
back slightly and I moaned.
	"Our cocks are dancing cheek to cheek but now they're
gonna be tip to tip," he said as he placed the blunt
nose of his glans against the front of mine. Our
piss-lips kissed again and slid over each other. Now
he pressed the front of his tip against mine and I saw
him milking his shaft again. "I'm gonna squirt some
lube into your hole," he said as his fingers expertly
forced the column of lubricant forward in his shaft. I
felt the slight pressure was his juice flowed from his
hole into mine.
	"I just love that," I whispered, entranced by his
eagerness and ingenuity. Al sensed my feeling, for he
replied:
	"I know. This is gonna be better than last night."
His fingers pulled my foreskin forward to cover the
head fully.
	"Want me to keep doing what I was doing to your prick
before?" I asked. "I hope it's not too intense for
you."
	"It's pretty intense, but I think I can stand it," he
replied as he lay down beside me. "It felt like I was
gonna come any second."
	"That's what it felt like to me the first time my
friend Stan did it to me," I explained. "It was really
intense for me, and he had me writhing and moaning
from the second he started rubbing my tip with his
fingers because the ridges on his fingertips were a
lot rougher than my foreskin. I couldn't control
myself at all. My muscles were contracting every
second, and I thought I was right on the edge. It took
me maybe a minute to come, though."
	"Your friend Stan seems like a really smart fellow,"
Al said. "He uncut too?"
	"No, he was cut as a baby, and always hated it. Stan
always wanted a foreskin of his own. He spent several
years in Europe, where almost nobody's cut, and got to
be an expert at handling uncut pricks. Working on a
prick with foreskin really turns him on, and he gets
as much pleasure from stroking and watching as I get
from coming when he does me."
	"Too bad he was cut," Al sympathized. "Is he doing
anything about it?" I knew what he meant. He was
referring to foreskin restoration.
	"He's been stretching his skin for a couple of years.
He's got a long shaft, and he isn't cut too tight. His
head's a helmet type, like mine, but not as big, so he
won't need as much skin to get full coverage." As I
explained this to Al, I stabilized his shaft so that
it was upright, and slowly began stroking his bare
glans with a fingertip. He shuddered slightly at the
contact.
	"That's good and not too intense,' he said.
	"I'm gonna take it easy with you," I explained.
"You're already tense from having to pee, and the
pressure in your bladder won't let you relax as much
as you could otherwise. I'll just use one finger for
now, to get you used to the direct friction." I
continued working my finger around his glans, talking
him through it as I went:
	"I know your mushroom's pretty sensitive around the
slit, so I'll start there, working my finger in small
circles." I heard Al sigh deeply, but he didn't say
anything. Now I swabbed the pad of my finger across
the broad upper surface of his mushroom continuing to
talk him through it:
	"You've got a lot of nerve endings on top, and I'm
going slowly so you can feel very wrinkle and every
ridge at the end of my finger as it rubs them. Just
try to stay relaxed." I'd noticed Al's fists clenching
as my fingertip had caressed the top of his glans. I
moved the focus of my caresses to the corona and
described it to him:
	"Feel my finger working around your rim? It doesn't
flare like mine, but it's pretty erotic tissue. First
I'll work right around the rim on top, down one side
and then the other. Feel that? Now I'll concentrate on
the back face of your rim." As my fingertip worked
into the groove behind Al's corona, I saw the muscles
of his legs tighten. I commented:
	"Your legs are tightening up. Try to relax, if you
can. It'll last longer that way. Your orgasm will be
more intense." Al%9
2s legs relaxed but not much as I moved my fingertip
down to the cleft under his glans.
	"This is your main hot spot," I said as I gently
stroked his frenulum. "Your gee-string and the groove
it rides in are really sensitive. I could make you
come just by stroking right here."
	"You bet you could," Al replied. "In fact, you keep
it up, and you'll have my load." Now I noticed his
scrotum had tightened even more. He was more than
half-way to unloading.
	"Now just try to stay relaxed. I'm gonna do a little
more," I warned him. This time I used all five
fingers, sliding along the surfaces of his lubricated
mushroom head while his long slit disgorged even more
warm lubricant to keep the surface wet and slippery.
	"Ah! HAH! HAH! HAH!" Al began gasping loudly as soon
as I'd begun stimulating him with all five fingers. I
knew he wouldn't be able to speak again until after
he'd come. I knew he could hear me, though, and I
began to explain exactly what I was doing and why:
	"I'm using all five fingers to give you the maximum
sensations. Don't worry about it being too intense and
making you come in two seconds. It won't happen that
way." As my fingers swept around his glans, I
continued:
	"Stan taught me to keep my fingertips moving. If I
just worked in one spot, say around your rim, the
nerve endings would get tired, and you wouldn't feel
as stimulated. By moving around, my fingers hit new
nerve endings every second and that keep the
sensations fresh for you." Al's body was becoming more
tense and his stomach muscles tightened.
	"I can see your mushroom getting' darker now. You're
really hot." I continued to massage his swollen tip,
working around the rim, and then returning by
stimulating the tender flesh in the deep groove behind
it. Now I returned to the front of his glans.
	"I can feel the head getting' harder now. It's not
spongy anymore." At this point Al's legs began
trembling, in time with his loud cries:
"AH!-AH!-AH!-AH!" For a moment I swept my palm across
the well lubricated dome of his mushroom. This
produced an immediate reaction:
	"Your eyes just closed. You're almost there, Just try
to relax." I swept my fingertips around the
circumference of the bulky mushroom, touching fresh
nerve endings every second and keeping the stimulation
fresh and hot.
	"You're right on the edge now. When you let go you're
gonna have a really hot blasting orgasm." My
fingertips danced over his sensitive glans, driving
him to the brink.
	HAAAAAAHHHHH!" he cried as his prick pulsed in my
encircling fingers. I felt the hard throb in his glans
as the first torrent of hot white cream shot in a
thick rope into the air.
	"HAAAHHHHHH!" he cried again, entranced by the joyful
agony as his glans throbbed again and another eruption
arced from his long slit. His hips bucked and he sent
another ejaculation towards the ceiling to fall back
onto his stomach. His straining mushroom was dark
purple, hard and slippery, as I continued to caress
its sensitive nerve endings.
	Al cried out loudly and helplessly in the sweet agony
of orgasm as he sent another hot stream flying, the
heavy cream falling back onto my fingers. I tightened
my grip on his glans and gave it a hard twist, my
fingertips sliding over the taut surface, whipping his
nerve endings into a frenzy, and he shot again.
	His cries became shrill, signaling that his tortured
tip was becoming super-sensitive, and I stopped my
fingertip touches. Instead I yanked down hard on his
already taut foreskin, straining its nerve endings and
those of his gee-string, the tension making his big
mushroom dip down slightly as it shot another load.
	Another heavy stream parted the lips of Al's long
slit, but not as forcefully, and the cream just
dribbled down the contours of his big mushroom onto
his shaft and my tight encircling fingers. His cries
subsided to moans as his orgasm lost its force, and he
began to relax. His eyes were still closed as more
cream dribbled from his cock-eye, oozing slowly and
meandering down his glans and shaft.
	"Man, you really drained yourself," I said, not sure
that he understood me through the stupefying fog of
orgasm. I felt the hardness of his shaft lessen as he
sank into the daze of his afterglow. I knew that I had
to hold him for another minute or so, in order to keep
his sensitive glans from touching anything, until it
had lost enough sensitivity to allow me to pull the
protective hood up over it.
	As his scrotum began to loosen, I judged his
excessive sensitivity had dropped enough to let me
re-cover his glans, and as I slid the fleshy sheath up
over his shrinking mushroom his eyes opened.
	"I still have to pee," he said. "I don't know if I
can until my hard-on goes all the way down."
	"Let's get you into the bathroom," I said, helping
him rise and walking him into the shower. I turned on
the water, and turned him to face me so that the hot
water ran down between us. By now he was fully roused
from his daze and he remarked:
	"Your cock's still hard." I reached down to retract
his foreskin as he spoke, and replied:
	"Doing you and watching you drain yourself was so
exciting I would have creamed myself if you'd still
been holding me."
	"That hot water's doing it for me," he said as the
spray sluiced down over his naked glans and I saw a
yellow dribble come out of the front. It quickly
became a stream, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction
as he drained and flushed himself. We stood silently
as he gushed what seemed to be a gallon from the end
of his prick, and when he'd finished he milked his
shaft and pushed his foreskin down to cover the head.
	"You must feel a lot better," I remarked.
	"I do, but how about you?" he asked as his gentle
fingers closed around my hard shaft, reviving the urge
I'd felt in the bedroom.
	"Man, I'm so hot you'll make me unload in just a few
seconds. Watching and feeling your come does that to
me." As I answered him I felt him jiggling my foreskin
back and forth along my swollen glans.
	"Here, unload in the shower," he urged lovingly.
"I'll take care of you." His fingers increased their
pace and I felt my tight foreskin sliding along the
contours of my glans.
	"It won't take long," I murmured as my body responded
to his expert touch.
	"I know it won't. Just try to relax, though. I want
you nice and loose when you start to unload."
	"I'm trying," I murmured. "It's so intense, though."
My stomach muscles tightened.
	"Now just relax and let it happen, Jack. I'll be here
for you."
	"Ohhhhh," I moaned as I felt the sensations build to
a crescendo.
	"I can feel your shaft's harder now," He said. My
legs began trembling and I stood on tip-toe,
responding automatically to the intense stimulation.
"Any second..." He said as I felt his other arm slip
around my waist. My eyes closed.
	"Your cock's really hot now," he said as he stroked
my foreskin in long cycles, producing friction in the
glans and stretching the skin's nerve endings. My
world narrowed down to just my engorged prick and Al's
strong encircling fingers giving me delightful
sensations. A bright red flash in front of my eyes
signaled the point of crisis, and I felt myself
tumbling into the free-fall of orgasm. A hard
contraction in my cock-root made my entire body
shudder, and when I felt the heat of the boiling lava
that began burning its way up my shaft my knees
buckled.
	Al's strong arm supported my weight as I felt the
first torrent slam through the lips of my slit. I was
helpless in his hands as another thick load poured
into my tube and raced towards the end of my prick.
	I cried out in blissful agony as the liquid fire
seared my urethra and erupted from my straining glans.
Al kept me from falling as the mind-numbing spasms
paralyzed me, and my entire body shuddered as it
unloaded torrents of cream.
	The spasms became less intense and the pressure of my
jets diminished as my orgasm ran its course. Now I was
clinging to Al's shoulders helplessly as I felt the
residual pulses deep inside me, and the slight
tickling sensation in my urethra as the last drops
oozed out.
	"You really let go," he murmured in my ear. I was now
able to stand unaided and when I opened my eyes I saw
Al looking at me tenderly.
	"Oh, that was beautiful," I said. "Thanks, Al."
	"Did you feel it when I skinned you back because your
helmet was gettin' too sensitive? I nodded "no," and
he continued:
	"Yeah, after your third load I thought you'd be too
sensitive, and I just stripped you right back. It was
really nice watchin' that big purple helmet shootin'."
Your big tip looked so beautiful."
	"No, I was just in limbo," I said. "I didn't know
where I was, just that everything felt so good."
	"I kept your cock-skin back tight, and near the end I
flicked your rim a couple of times with my thumb, just
to give you extra sensations. Your cock shot right
across the shower stall. You can still see your come
juice dribbling down the wall."
	"I was so helpless," I moaned.
	"I know. You started to collapse on me. I know that
coming does that to some guys, and that's why I had my
other arm around your waist. I held you up while you
busted your nut." I slipped my arm around Al's waist.
	"That was so nice of you," I said. My voice stronger
now.
	"I loved doing it, Jack. I just loved feeling your
body against mine, your shaft throbbing in my fist,
watching and feeling you come. There's noting like it
in the world."
	"Yeah, two hot guys making each other come," I
murmured as I nuzzled his neck and held him tightly to
me.
	"We bonded this morning," he said. "We really
bonded." I let go of him as I felt the fullness of my
bladder sending urgent messages to my brain. My prick
was still bare-headed, the foreskin locked behind the
rim in a thick fleshy collar, and the hot water
stimulated me to relax my sphincter. We watched as my
stream began, increasing in flow as my sphincter
relaxed fully, until I was drained.
	"That flushed me out," I said.
	"Just like it did me." Al hugged me to him.
	"Bonded two guys bonded," I murmured in his ear as I
hugged him back.

End of Part 2.