Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 07:34:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ronnie and Randy, Adult Friends, 1/1

Ronnie and Randy
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

A few years ago, when I was in my early 50s, I met a
very interesting set of identical twins, Ronald and
Randall. We'd decided to spend a Saturday afternoon
together after we'd been introduced at a party by a
mutual jacking friend. All I knew about them was that
they lived together, and had an interest in mutual
jacking. Ronnie and Randy were only a couple of years
younger than I, and made an effort to be distinctive
because they did not dress alike and they wore their
hair differently. Ronnie parted his on the left, and
Randy wore his brushed straight back. When I arrived,
they were wearing bathing suits, and drinking beers.
We sat down in their living room, and Ronnie brought
me a bottle of Beck's.
"Well, you don't look as much like identical twins as
I'd imagined," I commented.
 "No, we try to look different," Ronnie replied.
"Our parents wanted to be sure of telling us apart,"
Randy added, "so they did something to make sure
they'd always be able to tell who was Ronnie and who
was Randy." He got up and dropped his bathing suit,
revealing a normal-sized cock with a large mushroom
head set off by a brown circumcision ring behind the
ridge. A couple of seconds later Ronnie did the same,
showing me a cock identical to Randy's except that the
magnificent mushroom head was totally covered by a
thin sleeve of foreskin that gathered in a little knot
in front of the glans.
"See the difference?" Randy asked. "Anyone can tell us
apart once they see our dicks."
"Too bad Randy got clipped just so our parents could
feel secure about telling who was who," Ronnie added.
"I really enjoy my foreskin and wish Randy still had
his."
"How 'bout you?" asked Randy. "You still got your
hood?" I said nothing, but stood up and shrugged out
of my clothes. Their eyes were riveted on my crotch as
I dropped my shorts, and Randy whistled.
"Wow, what a magnificent foreskin!" he exclaimed as my
long, pendulous hood came into view, sharply distended
by the bulk of my glans. Ronnie took me by the hand,
leading me to their bedroom, where a king-size play
pad awaited us. "You're our guest, so lie back and let
us give you a good time," Ronnie said. I lay back in
the center of the bed, and Ronnie knelt and spread my
legs to get at my balls. I felt his fingertips
tickling the hairs lightly, and my prick began to
swell. I put a couple of pillows under my head so I
could watch.
"He's reacting!" exclaimed Randy as he sat on my right
side, and his fingers wrapped around my cock near the
end. As my cock swelled, Randy began to stroke my
foreskin gently back and forth. "I really love
foreskin," he said, "and this one is magnificent."
Ronnie added; "Randy never gets enough foreskin. He's
feeling mine all the time, and I lost count of how
many times he made me come."
Actually, all three of us were reacting. Randy's cock
was full-hard, and Ronnie's moist glans began to peep
out of its envelope as his cock swelled. I reached for
Randy's cock with my right hand, and gently squeezed
the big mushroom head a few times. My left hand
reached Ronnie's cock, and my thumb and forefinger
gently peeled the skin back, revealing a smooth and
glossy version of Randy's mushroom.
Most men have helmets or mushrooms, the difference
being mainly whether the ridge flares out. The
mushroom head is short and blunt, and becomes wide
very quickly, the ridge dropping off to the shaft
straight. It resembles a mushroom, which is the reason
for the name. The helmet, of which my glans is one, is
longer, and has an outward curving ridge like that on
a military helmet.
Ronnie used his other hand to drip some baby oil onto
his brother's mushroom, and I began a light fingertip
stroking because I didn't want to make him come too
fast. I felt Ronnie's hood retract, forming a snug
collar behind the head, and when I stroked it, it came
forward only far enough to bump his ridge. I strummed
the sensitive gee-string under the head and heard him
catch his breath. "That feels real nice," he said.
Their cocks were slightly longer than my six inches,
with straight shafts, and their big mushrooms were
deep pink.
My full-hard cock still had some foreskin gathered in
front of the head, and Randy was rolling the nipple
between two fingers. "It comes back, doesn't it?" he
asked. "Oh, yeah, it certainly does. You just have to
grab a big handful and pull," I explained. He got a
secure grip on my hood and pulled back, baring my big
purple helmet.
"Hey, look at that," Randy said. "Looks like a Darth
Vader helmet. Big ridge! That's a beautiful hole, too!
Looks like a teardrop." He took long, satisfying
strokes on my foreskin, completely denuding my glans
on the back stroke, then bringing it up to envelope it
completely and form a nipple beyond the end. I was
getting double stimulation, as Ronnie's fingers were
still tickling my balls as Randy full-stroked my cock,
and I knew they'd make me come soon.
"Slow down, Randy," urged Ronnie. "You'll make him pop
and then your fun will be over."
"He just loves to play with foreskin," Ronnie said to
me. "Yours is so much longer than mine, and that's why
he's fascinated by it."
"Yeah, I love the way it slides," said Randy. "It
really goes up and down over that big head."
"He's juicing a lot," said Ronnie, referring to the
lubricant that was rolling out of my hole to lubricate
the thick foreskin. "That makes it really slippery,
the way you like."
"Yeah, look at that big hole," said Randy as he paused
with my hood stripped back to show his brother my
teardrop shaped hole. "I see it," replied Ronnie. "Now
I'm going to get the vibrator."
Ronnie got off the bed and within seconds returned
with a big wand-type vibrator with a 110-volt cord
leading to the wall plug. "This thing gives off
powerful vibrations," he explained to me. "I'll put it
in back of you and you won't know whether you're
coming or going."
"Oh, no," I replied. I don't even like a thermometer
up my ass." "Don't worry," Ronnie said. "I'm not going
to put it in. Just putting it in contact with your
anus will send the vibrations deep inside you. "You'll
feel them, don't worry."
He dropped a few drops of baby oil on the vibrator's
bulbous tip to make it slip easier between my cheeks,
then slowly slipped it under me. I felt the rounded
end probing at my anus, and I said ""hat'' it. You've
got it."
Randy was now giving me very long strokes, pulling
back my foreskin hard enough to stretch my gee-string
and make the tip of my glans dip towards my balls. He
had loosened his grip to let my cock-head expand as my
excitement mounted. "Look, he's getting closer," Randy
exclaimed. "His tip's swelling and turning darker."
Randy was right, and I felt a deep itch begin in my
corona as he continued to stroke me. A tickle in my
cock-root told me another gush of pre-cum had started
up my shaft, and I felt the itch turn into an
insistent tickle.
"You a shooter or a dribbler?" he asked. "Dribbler,
usually," I replied.
"Tell me when you feel the first throb," Ronnie told
his brother. "That's when I'll hit him with the
vibrator." Randy continued to stroke me, but more
slowly, prolonging the build-up, and I reveled in the
delicious sensations. My cock was super-hard, shaft
stiff, veins bulging at the top and side, and I felt
every stroke of the long hood over my sensitive head.
The nerve endings in my foreskin stretched sensually
as the hood caressed the nerve endings in my glans,
and I felt every delicious bump over my ridge.
The tickle now changed to a hot tingle, and I murmured
"This is it," as my eyes closed involuntarily. My
awareness of the world outside dimmed as my attention
focused on my cock. I felt the first throb deep
inside, and then the sudden lashing vibrations as
Ronnie pushed the button. My lower body was filled
with sensation as my orgasm began, and I groaned
helplessly, my prostate and cock-root churning with
both spasms and heavy vibrations. Hot, burning juice
shot up my shaft and gushed from my tip as I felt
myself dissolving in the delicious agony of orgasm.
My consciousness was assailed by several sensations.
The vibrations filled my prostate, hot gushes of cream
burned their way up my tube, and there was the heavy
pounding of orgasm in my cock-root. I felt the gushes
of juice rounding the upward bend in my urethra,
heading toward the hole in my glans, and each gush
spread the lips of my cum-hole as it shot through.
"Man, he's shooting, not dribbling!" exclaimed Randy
as he continued to stroke my foreskin in long, sensual
strokes along the shaft and over the head. I felt hot
drops landing on my chest, and knew that my cock-root
was really pumping out the jets. I heard myself
moaning helplessly in the distance, passively enjoying
the delicious feeling of the orgasm the brothers were
giving me.
I don't know how many jets I shot before my sensations
weakened, but at one point I heard Randy saying; "It's
down to dribbles now. I think he'll be finishing
soon." His strokes slowed and his grip became tighter,
squeezing the dribbles out of my shaft. My cock-head
suddenly became super-sensitive, and I yelped. Randy
stopped stroking, but pressed his finger into the base
of my prick on the underside, feeling for the tube.
Running his finger up my shaft, he squeezed out the
residue, and I watched it ooze from my hole.
As my prick began to soften, I felt its excessive
sensitivity fading, and I reached down and pushed the
hood forward over the head. Ronnie and Randy were now
stroking their own cocks, Randy caressing his big
lubricated head while Ronnie jiggled his foreskin back
and forth, bumping his ridge. "Here, let me help you
guys. It's your turn now," I said. I got to my knees
on the bed, and the brothers turned to face each
other.
"Do it to us while we're face to face," Ronnie said as
he spread a towel between them. "When we do it
together, we like to have the heads of our cocks
touch. That makes it really sexy." They snuggled up so
that their tips touched, and I grasped their
cock-heads with two hands. Ronnie dropped more
lubricant on his brother's glans, then poured some on
his own. I spread the baby oil evenly over the
sensitive surface with my left hand, then began to
stroke him back and forth, twisting my fist as I went.
My right hand massaged Randy's glans in the same way.
I noticed that both brothers had large, gaping
cum-holes, now filled with clear lubricant.
It was exciting for me, as I rarely got to handle two
cocks at the same time, and had never done it with two
brothers. If I hadn't just shot my load, I would have
been hot and hard in seconds. Their excitement,
however, was building fast, and I felt their shafts
stiffen and their tips swell, losing the spongy
feeling, as they neared the plateau. Ronnie spoke:
"Try to keep our holes together," he said. "If they're
aligned right, one of us will shoot right into the
other's, and that feels really great, having another
guy's cream shooting into your hole." I kept twisting
my fists on their swollen purple mushrooms, but
carefully, so that their holes were close together.
"Think you can come together?" I asked.
"Doesn't matter too much," replied Randy through
clenched teeth. "Ron will probably come first, 'cause
his cock's more sensitive, but I'll be right behind
him. Anyway, if his cream shoots down my hole, I'll
pop my load right there."
Now both brothers were tense, lips drawn back over
their teeth, anticipating the explosions. Their
mushroom tips were hot in my hand, partly because they
were congested with blood but mainly from the
friction. I saw clear fluid drip from between their
tips onto the towel. I felt a powerful throb in my
left hand as Ronnie began to shoot. I stopped twisting
my fists and held their big mushrooms together as well
as I could. Ronnie's cock throbbed several times, then
Randy groaned and I felt his congested glans begin
throbbi
ng in my fist. Gushes of cream came out from between
their swollen heads, dripping down onto the towel.
Randy and Ronnie were really into it now, eyes closed,
lips drawn back, as the rush of sensations overwhelmed
them. A pool of cream built up under their tips, and I
applied a few quick twists to make them juice more.
Now both were crying out for me to stop, because
they'd had enough. I let go, and watched strings of
thick white cream dripping down from their mushroom
tips.
When it was all over, they rolled up the towel and
wiped their sodden cocks with tissues. Ronnie replaced
the hood over his shrinking head, and said he was
going out to the kitchen to begin dinner. None of us
were tired or sleepy. We all felt wired because the
session had been so exciting. Randy and I went into
the living room, where he placed towels on the couch
facing the giant screen TV. He inserted a tape into
the VCR, and I saw a European man on the screen,
jacking his long-foreskinned cock. I had a copy of the
same tape, and often watched it for inspiration.
Randy said; "I like watching uncut guys beating off. I
fantasize that I'm the guy on the screen." Ronnie came
in with a tray, serving us big double martinis on the
rocks, then returned to the kitchen to continue
cooking. Randy took a long pull from his drink, and
his hand dropped to my lap. He asked; "Mind if I play
with it a bit? It's such a turn-on." I nodded
affirmatively, and felt Randy's fingers begin to slip
my long hood back and forth, jiggling it lightly. As
my cock was still soft and didn't provide resistance,
he couldn't strip it all the way back. I felt my penis
begin to grow, and soon it was hard. I took a drink
and relaxed to enjoy the delicious feeling.
Randy began pumping, as our eyes remained fixed on the
screen where another guy with a big bell-shaped head
stroked a long loose foreskin back and forth over it.
The bell head's ridge dropped almost straight down to
the underside, instead of sweeping sharply forward as
mine did, and the outward flare looked much like a
bell's rim. This guy's cock-head was deep purple, and
glossy from the copious flow of lubricant he was
secreting.
The actor changed his stroke, now rolling his foreskin
between the palms of his hands, and Randy began doing
this to my cock, maybe not realizing how stimulating
this particular stroke is for me. A heavy tingling
began in my rim, and I knew that if he didn't stop,
I'd be blasting off within seconds. Luckily, the guy
on the screen began jiggling his hood back and forth
in quick strokes that just covered and uncovered his
rim. Randy changed to this stroke, and my breathing
began to slow.
Randy was staring avidly at the screen, then at my
turgid tool, enjoying the sight and feel of
heavy-foreskinned cock, and I felt my excitement
mounting again, although not as fast as before. I took
a sip of my martini as Randy said; "You're head's
getting larger and stiffer." I could feel it as my
cock seemed to swell to bursting, and my eyes closed
as I readied myself for orgasm.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp sensation in my tip, which
made me open my eyes immediately. Following the action
on the screen, Randy has skinned me back completely
and was rubbing the fingertips of his other hand
directly on my glans, running from dome to rim, and
around the back, hitting all the nerve endings. I was
starting to come, the hot throbbing deep inside
telling me that I'd be gushing cream all over myself
in another second. My eyes closed again, and gizm
poured out of my cock, spurt after burning spurt,
until I thought all my insides were shooting out
through my cock.
When I opened my eyes again as my orgasm faded, I saw
Randy's eyes fixed on my big purple tip, fingers
caressing it, sliding in the thick coat of cream that
still dribbled from my hole. Then Ronnie came back to
tell us dinner was ready, but when he saw us he
grinned. "Can't get enough of that foreskin, can you,
Randy?" he laughed. He used the towel in his hand to
wipe my cock and abdomen, and I followed Randy into
the bathroom to wash our hands.
We sat down to a delicious meal of corned beef and
cabbage, washed it down with several bottles of beer,
and after dinner returned to the living room to watch
another European tape. The sight of all those
foreskins got us aroused, but that's another story.

The end