Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2005 11:24:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reunion with Ken, Adult Friends, 1/1

Reunion With Ken
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

     That Saturday I'd sat down with a cup of coffee
in the eatery connected with the Barnes & Noble
bookstore and was starting on a book I'd just bought.
It dealt with bias in the media, and the first few
pages turned out to be very interesting. A tall
handsome guy about 40-ish (my age) leaned over me.
     "Looks like an interesting book. I just bought
the same thing." He had brown hair and eyes, just like
mine, and I invited him to sit down, as I always enjoy
speaking with another book lover.
     "So far, so good. I'm only a few pages into it,
but I think you'll like it too." A broad smile lit up
his face.
     "Glad to hear it. I always wondered how accurate
the stories we read in the news are, and how much TV
slants the news." I looked straight at him and said:
     "I feel the same way. I've often thought some of
the stories were really one-sided, especially the ones
on touchy issues." We continued our discussion along
the same vein, and I looked at him carefully,
wondering if I'd seen him before.
       "You from New York City?" I asked.
      "Yep. Came to Albuquerque five years ago because
I was tired of the dirt, the rush, and the hassle.
You?"
      "Born and raised there. I haven't been back and
I don't miss it. I've been here ten years." Suddenly,
I thought I recognized him.
     "Did you attend Benedict Arnold High School,
class of '56?" I asked.
     "Yes, I did. You?" He was staring at me intently
now, struggling to recover long-dimmed memories.
     "Me too," I replied. "I guess you don't recognize
me. I'm Jack Santoro. I've changed a lot, but you look
pretty much the same, despite the years."
It turned out that we'd both been married and
divorced, and neither of us had had any children. He
worked as an engineer, while I was a middle-level
administrator.
     "Want to come over to my place?" he asked
suddenly. "It's surely more comfortable there. I live
only a few blocks away." I got up to follow him and we
drove to his house. He lived in a single-family house
on a tree lined street a few blocks north of the
shopping center, and when we entered I found that the
house was comfortably cool, despite the summer heat.
Inside, he stood to face me.
     "Feel like taking a shower? It'll feel good after
that heat outside." His eyes bored into mine with an
unspoken question.
     "I took one two hours ago. What about you?" I
asked.
     "Yeah, me too, right after breakfast."
     "Then why don't we just get naked? We don't
really need a shower right now, and we'll save some
water. I'll feel more comfortable being naked with
you. We don't have anything to hide, anyway." He
turned and led me into his bedroom, where we began
removing our light summer clothing. As we stripped, I
looked at him carefully, remembering how I'd looked at
him in the locker room, admiring his build and the
handsome cock that arced over his low hanging balls.
He was looking at me, too, with great interest.
      "I remember you had one of the few foreskins in
the locker room," he said. "Not many of us around
these days."
      "That's what got my attention when I first saw
you, Ken," I said. "That, and the way the head of your
dick made a big bulge in your smooth skin. Yours has a
long nipple in front of the head, like mine." I'd
always been fascinated by the way the sharp outline of
his flaring corona showed clearly through the thick
smooth covering skin of his penis, and the underside
of the head created a thick bump underneath. His penis
was bigger than mine limp, and I wondered what it
would be like erect.
      "Yours has a nice bulge too, and I can tell
you're a helmet-head, just like me." He took a couple
of steps toward me.
      "Can I touch it?" I asked, not doubting for a
moment what his answer would be. He nodded, and I
rolled the nipple of his long thick foreskin between
thumb and forefinger, feeling his glans slide around
inside its fleshy shroud as his penis bulked up under
my touch. His fingers closed around my prick,
squeezing the head through the thick foreskin, and I
felt the rush of blood into my swelling cock. We sat
on the edge of the bed, and our pricks came to full
attention. I saw that his erection was somewhat longer
than my six inches, and that the long hood still
covered the head, like mine.
      "Yours has a straight shaft, like mine, and also
a big vein on the right," he said. "You've also got a
lot of skin. Lucky you still have it."
      "I'm glad you still have yours," I said. "Some
uncut guys in our class got clipped, even when they
were older. Remember Marty? They got him when he was
15, and he had a bandage around his prick. He got
excused from P. T. for a couple of weeks."
      "I wouldn't let a doctor get near my foreskin,"
he said with a grin. "I've had too much fun with it
all these years." I felt a wet slipperiness in my
fingertips, and saw that he'd begun to seep copiously.
The rich masculine odor filled the room.
      "Wow, your prick juices a lot," I remarked. "I
like the way yours smells. Mine is almost always dry."
I grasped his shaft with my other hand to steady it
and began to run my fingertip around the edge of his
foreskin pucker I knew the delicate touch was sending
exquisite messages of joy into his nervous system..
      "That feels really nice, Jack. Like what I'm
doing to yours?"
      "Yeah, Ken. Every squeeze makes my cock-root
throb." Ken's other hand slipped between my thighs,
lightly tickling the hairs on my ball-sac and making
me sigh in delight. Now I stretched his foreskin out
as far as it would go, and as the stretching skin
tinned the outline of his shapely helmet became more
sharply defined through the skin. Ken did the same to
mine, grasping the end of the nipple and pulling it
away from my body as far as it would go. He had a
delicate touch, and knew just how much to pull without
causing me discomfort.
      "You're lucky to have a big head on yours," I
told him. "That'll feel really good when I start
stretching the foreskin back over it." I shifted my
grip and began stretching the skin back towards his
body, uncovering the long slit. My right index finger
traced the edge of his foreskin, stimulating the
stretched nerve endings.
      "Oh, yeah, Jack, that feels really erotic." I
slipped his foreskin forward again, allowing the
puckered end to close over his glans, and then pulled
back a bit harder.
      "Is your tip very sensitive? Can I touch it with
my fingertip or is it too sensitive?"
      "No, go right ahead. It'll feel very good." I
was glad Ken didn't have a "firecracker glans," too
sensitive to touch directly. As the circle of foreskin
widened, I ran my fingertip in small circles around
his long slit, spreading the seeping viscous fluid
over the sensitive surface and making him draw a deep
breath. I inhaled deeply, irresistibly attracted to
the odor of his foreskin and glans.
      "Just lie back," I urged. "I want you to relax
and enjoy the sensations." Ken lay back on the bed,
still holding on to my prick with his left hand as I
eased myself into position on his left. Now I pushed
his hood forward again, watching as it slid downhill
to engulf his glans, and then pulled it back a bit
farther to expose about half of the deep purple
helmet. I ran my finger in circles around the exposed
dome, caressing the sensitive nerve endings that were
tightly stretched with the swelling of his glans.
      "Use your tongue," he whispered." I pulled his
foreskin forward again to allow it to relax before
stretching it back again, this time a bit farther to
bare the twin lobes of his glans and the sensitive
gee-string that lay between them, attaching the
foreskin.
      "That'll be for next time," I whispered back,
totally engrossed in working on his rock-hard penis. I
pushed his hood forward over the big head, and then
stretched it back again, slowly, to let him feel every
nuance of sensation as I stretched the nerve endings
of the sensitive hood. My forefinger followed the edge
of his foreskin, traveling in circles to run around
the circumference of his engorged cock-head. Ken had
begun to gasp and moan as the hot sensations drilled
into his penis. His scrotum tightened against his
body.
      "You're going to make me come this way," he said
between gasps. His hand still clasped my prick, but he
was barely moving the skin, and I knew that holding it
was arousing him even more.
      "I want you to come. Just relax and let me do
the work." Now I pushed his hood forward again over
the big head, docking my fingertip. With his foreskin
fully forward, I ran my finger around the head,
stimulating both glans and foreskin with friction as I
stretched the skin with my probing fingers. Ken by now
as gasping loudly, "HAH! HAH! HAH!" as I caressed his
hot hard tip and the inside of his foreskin, and
stretched the nerve endings in his hood. I saw his
stomach muscles tighten, and heard him whisper between
gasps:
      "I'm close^Å. Sooo close^Å" His foreskin slid
easily back over the engorged head. I stripped his
hood back all the way to bare the big purple helmet
and the fingertips of my right hand traced the head's
contours, making him shudder. I saw his purple helmet
turn darker, and its surface hardened under my
fingers.
      "Relax, Ken, just try to relax. Relaxing will
make it last longer." I stretched the skin hard back
off the head, laying open his high flaring corona and
the deep groove behind it, and my fingertips followed,
probing behind his rim to stimulate nerve endings that
rarely saw the light of day. I felt him shudder, saw
his eyes close, and knew he wasn't going to last much
longer.
      "HAH! HAH! HAH!" I heard him grunt. I felt the
throbs in his swollen tip, and decided to try
something else. Holding his foreskin tightly back, I
snapped my finger against the top side of the head,
then snapped it again against the round front dome. He
cried out each time, the hot jolts of sensation making
him quiver. I resumed massaging the glistening wet
head with my fingertips, working down to massage his
gee-string, then around the swollen rim, then working
my palm over the rounded front of his slippery,
throbbing glans.
      "HUNH! HUNH!" he cried out as his prick throbbed
hard in my hand. A heavy jet shot from his slit,
hitting the palm of my hand, and I quickly spread it
over his throbbing tip. A heavy chlorine odor filled
the air. I encircled his glans with my fingers,
twisting them to give him extra sensations around the
rim, and saw the lips of his slit part as another jet
slammed through them to arc high in the air and land
on his stomach. His legs trembled and his slit widened
again to release another heavy jet as he shouted in
agonized joy. His engorged tip spewed again, this time
a spray that fell onto my hands, his pubic hair, and
stomach.
      Now his jets were weakening, and I felt he was
close to the end. Thinking his glans might become
super-sensitive any moment, I stopped my finger
stroking and began sliding his hood up and down the
head, giving him softer sensations that still
maintained the momentum of his climax. His prick
throbbed a few more times, dribbling white fluid onto
my fingers, then became still. I pulled the heavy
foreskin forward to cover the still swollen glans, and
laid it on his stomach.
      "That was hot," he said weakly, still dazed by
the impact of the rush of sensations that had
overwhelmed him. I went to the adjoining bathroom for
a towel and returned to wipe his stomach and pubic
area, staying away from his penis for the moment. Then
I milked the underside of his shaft, pressing in a
fingertip to propel the last drops from his tube. The
pucker in the front of his foreskin filled with cream,
and I dabbed at it. Ken opened his eyes and stared at
me.
      "Now it's your turn," he said. "You just gave me
a hell of an orgasm, and I want you to feel the same
sensations." I lay back, and Ken picked up my still
hard prick. His fingers began
twisting the foreskin around the head, heightening my
arousal, and I relaxed to let him do what he wished. I
knew that staying relaxed would prolong the
anticipation, while if I allowed my muscles to
tighten, I'd come more quickly. I wanted to enjoy the
ride, not rush headlong over the precipice.
      "That feels great," I said. I felt his fingers
testing the tension in my foreskin, pushing it back
slowly over the head.
      "Your skin's tighter than mine," he said. "Does
it go back all the way?" I was surprised at the
question, as my foreskin had always gone back as long
as I could remember, but then realized that his was
looser than mine, explaining his doubt.
      "Yeah, it goes back, no problem. You going to do
the same to me?"
      "No, I've got something different planned for
you." He leaned over to the bedside table.
      "I'm going to use my vibrator on you. Ever use
one?"
      "Yeah, I've got one too. It's great."
"Well, mine's a custom job. It's a plug-in model, not
like those weak battery jobs, but I've got a special
cup for it." He lifted a bell-shaped device into my
field of view.
      "The cups you get with a vibrator kit are
one-size-fits-all. They're too small for guys with big
helmets like you and me, so I made a special one I
molded to fit my tip. Your tip and mine are so much
alike that I'm sure mine will fit yours perfectly. If
you look here, you'll see the cup even has a flange
that drops down behind the rim, so it stimulates the
whole head, not just the front. I'll pour a little
lube into the cup so it'll slip on easier."
      "Now I have to skin you back all the way to slip
on the cup. That's why I asked you if it goes all the
way back." His fingers began to ease my foreskin back
over the swollen head in short twisting motions that
added to the sensation of friction, stretching the
nerve endings in my foreskin sideways as well as
outward. A moan escaped my lips.
      "Hey, you slit's different from mine," he
exclaimed. "Looks like a teardrop shape, and I can see
right down into the hole. That's cute." His fingers
slipped my hood forward again, then twisted it back,
stretching the nerve endings and making my hard prick
throb. "I love that deep purple color," he added. He
slipped the foreskin forward again, and then pushed it
back farther.
      "Third time's the charm," he said as he pushed
my foreskin back over the flaring rim to let it snap
down into the deep groove behind it. "Man, that's
really thick," he added. "Your skin makes a thick ring
just behind the rim."
      "Yeah, my skin always locks back behind the
flare when I pull it back all the way," I said.
      "Now I have to stretch it back just a bit more,
so the flange of the bell will fit into your groove."
His fingers tugged harder, and I felt my skin
stretching tightly, the nerve endings singing and
sending messages of joy to my brain.
      "Ooohhh, that feels good, stretching that skin,"
I said as his fingers worked expertly to slide my
thick fleshy collar back from my corona. Now something
hard pressed against my glans, and I felt its edge
scrape deliciously against my rim. I looked and saw
the bell totally covering my cock-head, and Ken
jiggling it to make sure it was perfectly aligned. Now
he pressed the vibrator's stud into the fitting on the
cup.
      "Brace yourself. I'm going to turn it on and
you're going to get the ride of your life. It's going
to hit all your nerve endings at once. I saw his
finger press the button on the vibrator's body, and
suddenly my cock began to buzz with overpowering
sensations. My glans began to buzz with the vibrator's
bell, from round front dome right back to the flaring
rim.
      "Feel that? The vibrations are going inside your
cock-head too." The vibrator's powerful buzzing spread
all over my trapped glans, and traveled into my
bunched-up foreskin behind it. The buzzing wasn't only
on the surface, but deep inside the head. I felt my
tip expand even more, pressing hard against the rigid
walls of the bell that encased it and spread hot
sensations deep inside it. The nerve endings in my
penis, which had not exactly been asleep, awakened to
powerful new sensations, and my cock-root tightened
involuntarily as the waves traveled down my shaft and
spread all through my crotch. I felt the vibrations in
my balls, and my eyes snapped shut.
      "Feel it?" Ken cried joyously, pressing the
vibrator harder against my swollen tip. I heard myself
crying out in mindless ecstasy in the distance, and a
powerful throbbing began in my cock-root as my body
gave in to the overpowering sensations. My crotch
convulsed, and expelled a heavy stream that burned its
way like hot lava up my tube, flooding the bell but
not softening the intense buzzing. I cried out again
as another hot jet surged up my urethra, to emerge
trapped inside the bell.
     "You're really gushing," I heard Ken say. "It's
leaking out around the edges." I shot again, a
powerful jet that stretched my urethra and added to
the volume inside the bell. My prick throbbed again,
and I was rocking my head from side to side in joyful
agony as the overwhelming sensations filled my body.
My whole world was centered in my glans, and I felt it
throbbing and expanding against the hard, buzzing
inside surface of the bell.
      I lost track of time, but became aware that the
buzzing had stopped, and so had the hard throbs in my
cock-root. My prick was still throbbing lightly, and I
felt the last drops crawling up my urethra. After a
while, my penis began to shrink, and Ken lifted the
bell from my tip. I smelled the heavy chlorine odor of
my ejaculations as the delicious languor of the
afterglow spread all over my body. The tension left
me, and I sank into a semi-stupor, dazed by the power
of the orgasm. I felt his hand slide my hood forward
to cover the shrinking tip as he wiped the residue
from it, then milked my shaft to expel the last drops.

     The end