Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2005 06:48:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sharing Orgasms with Ken, Part 1, Adult Friends, 1/2

Sharing Orgasms With Ken, Part 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

      Ken and I had enjoyed several hot sessions
together, and I looked forward to another while
driving to his house that morning. My penis was half
hard in my pants as I drove, and although I rarely
secrete pre-come lubricant, I was excited by the
thought of another encounter and this time I felt a
drop of thick, viscous fluid crawling up my urethra.
After parking in his driveway, I rang his bell and he
opened the door immediately.
      As I entered, I noted that he was dressed
lightly as I was, due to the hot summer day. We both
wore loose open collar shirts and shorts, and as we
hugged I let my hand drop to his crotch, feeling for
the outline of his prick. It wasn't surprising that he
was half hard as I was, and when we separated we
quickly stripped off our clothing, eyeing each other's
crotches as we did so.
      Ken's prick arced down from his pubic bone,
forward of his loose sac, a smooth fleshy cylinder
with a big bulge near the end, very much like mine.
The outline of the big heavy helmet showed clearly
through the hood, like mine. The main difference
between us was that Ken had low hangers, while my
scrotum was naturally tight against my body. I knew,
however, that as he became excited his balls would
draw up against his body.
      "I really like it, the way our cocks are so much
alike," he said. "We're both uncut, and have big
tips."
      "Yeah," I replied. "It's nice the way the heavy
ends make our cocks swing when we move." We were
walking back towards his kitchen, our big-helmeted
cocks moving from side to side as we walked. I saw
that Ken had laid out a couple of ice-filled glasses,
and several cans of Pepsi-Cola.
      "Let's drink some soda before we begin," he
said. "The drinks will cool us off, the caffeine will
stimulate us, and by the time we get near orgasm, our
bladders will be full. A full bladder always heightens
orgasm for me. Does it do the same to you?"
      "Oh, yeah," I replied. "That really adds to the
tension and makes it hotter. So does coffee, but soda
is better on a hot day." We drank two cans of soda
each as we spoke.
      "I like having a full bladder also because after
I come, I can pee and rinse myself out. That way, I'm
not oozing cream for the next hour or two."
      "Same here. It's really satisfying to have a hot
piss after coming." Ken got up as I spoke and walked
slowly toward the bedroom. Ken stopped next to the big
queen sized bed, and I bent over to inspect his
treasure, noting that a big drop of clear fluid filled
the pucker at the end of his hood. Obviously, he was
excited by the anticipation as much as I was.
      "I love the way you smell," I said as I inhaled
deeply. The rich and musky aroma of his penis hit my
nostrils, and I took a deep breath, savoring the odor.
It was a clean, fresh smell, and I knew without asking
he must have showered just before I'd arrived. My
thumb and forefinger grasped his swelling prick on
both sides of the head, squeezing gently to provoke a
responsive throb in his cock-root.
      "I'm glad I was born a boy and not a girl," he
said between sighs of delight. "It's so nice to have a
prick sticking out in front, in plain view and so easy
to reach. So easy to touch..." I felt the same way,
knowing that there's something special about having
the pleasure organ exposed to view, attracting
admiring glances in the locker room or nude beach.
      "Ever get the skin caught in the zipper?" I
asked, as I pulled the nipple of his foreskin out and
remembered when it had happened to me.
      "Oh, yeah, once or twice. It hurt, but not half
as much if I'd gotten the head caught." I remembered
the bite of the zipper's sharp teeth on my foreskin,
and was glad they had never pinched my sensitive
glans.
      "Yeah, it hurt, but I worked the zipper down and
got free," I said. "It would have been far worse if
I'd gotten the head caught. My cousin Jimmy's
circumcised and he really suffered when he got the
head caught a couple of times when we were kids." Now
Ken's prick was majestically erect, the straight shaft
standing out at 90 degrees from his body, the outline
of his thick helmet clearly visible through the
covering skin. Ken's prick had a straight shaft, like
mine, and was a bit longer than my six inches. I
pulled back slightly on his hood, bringing the long
slit into view and seeing how the long lips were
parted by a large drop of clear fluid. I touched the
drop with a fingertip, quickly bring it to my mouth to
taste its fascinating salty flavor.
     "Taste good?" he asked as he sat on the edge of
the bed and reached down to my almost hard prick. His
thumb and forefinger rolled the nipple of my foreskin,
twisting it gently over the glans, because he knew it
turned me on every time.
      "I love that taste. I'm glad you juice so much.
You've got enough for both of us." I recalled times
when Ken had let his prick drool lubricant onto my
glans and foreskin to make them slippery as he stroked
my prick. Now Ken gently eased my foreskin back over
the quickly swelling glans, just enough to expose my
meatus.
      "You've got a drop of lube too," he said. He
touched it with a fingertip and tasted it.
      "Like it?" I asked, sure of the answer.
      "I just love it. You must have been thinking of
this while you were driving over," he replied.
      "Yeah, I was, and I've been turned on all the
time." Now his fingertip traced small circles around
my orifice as his other hand held my foreskin back
just enough to bare the round front dome of my glans.
We sat side by side, working each other's hoods back
slowly over the swollen heads, enjoying the hot
stretchy feelings.
      "That feels soooo good," Ken said as I slowly
stroked his skin back and forth in small increments,
stripping it back slightly farther each time.
      "Good thing you lube so much," I remarked. Ken's
skin slid a lot easier than mine because his slit was
constantly oozing lube over the shiny purple head.
      "You need some of this," he said as he dipped
his finger into the large drop that parted his cock
lips and spread it on my glans. The effect was
immediate. My foreskin stopped dragging and now slid
smoothly under his fingers, baring more of my purple
helmet.
      "Ahhhh, that feels really nice," I said,
enjoying the erotic sensation as Ken slid my skin up
and down my swollen tip.
      "You don't lube much, but your slit's a lot
nicer than mine. It's like a teardrop when it gets
hard." I knew what he meant. Ever since puberty, the
lips of my slit had pouted when the head became
engorged. Now I stretched Ken's foreskin even more,
pulling it back so that the wide orifice was poised on
the flaring rim of his glistening purple helmet.
      "I like your flaring rim. It's so much like
mine. Now watch," I said as I slid his foreskin back
farther, and we both observed it snap down into the
deep groove behind the sexy curved corona. The
voluptuous compound curves of his flaring rim turned
me on, and I was glad he had an attractive cock-head,
like mine. Ken had mine halfway back, exposing the
round front dome, then he pushed it forward all the
way so that it puckered beyond the head. He pulled
back again, sliding it smoothly back until it covered
only my rim.
      "Now you watch," he said as he pulled it back
another millimeter, and the thick hood snapped back
over the rim and into the neck of my penis to form a
thick fleshy collar. He picked up another drop of lube
from his weeping cock-eye and spread it around my rim,
making the nerve endings tingle. I gasped at the
sudden sharp sensation, and he tightened his fist
around my shaft to compress my veins. I did the same
for him, and now our swollen purple cock-heads stood
out proudly in the rooms' soft light.
       "Lie down with me," he urged, and in a moment
we were lying facing each other. Ken grasped my hand
on his cock with his other hand and guided the two
heads together, and I felt the delicious feeling of
his glassy smooth cock-head sliding against mine. The
lips of our slits kissed, lubricated by the flow of
viscous liquid from his penis. I saw his scrotum
tighten, until it looked like my tightly-drawn sac,
and I knew his excitement matched mine.
      "Let me do something to you. This is what I like
done to my prick," he said as he pulled slightly away
from my body. He released my prick and spread a towel
between us. Then he began tapping on the front of my
glans with his forefinger, sending mild shocks through
the nerve endings. Each time he tapped, the rough skin
of his fingertip would slip slightly and rub my
sensitive glans, sending hot sparks of sensation
through the head and down my shaft. Added to that was
the sensation of fullness in my bladder, which
heightened my tension.
      "Ooohhh, that feels nice," I said as I relaxed
and let him do what he wished to my prick. I kept my
hold on his rock hard organ, slowly sliding the skin
up and down to keep him excited. Now Ken shifted the
focus of his taps, working around my flaring rim,
first on the cusp, then on the back face where there
was a denser concentration of nerve endings.
      "This is really reaching you, Jack. Your tip's
turning darker." I knew that there was always a color
change in my glans as I approached orgasm, and this
was confirmed by a pleasant ache in the head, as it
went into its final swelling and became even more
sensitive.
      "I feel it... I feel it..." I whispered as my
sensation neared the peak. My eyes closed
involuntarily.
      "Now I'm going to make you blast off," he said
as his fingertip began tapping quickly on the
underside of the head, digging deeply into the
triangular groove studded with nerve endings. The mild
concussions hit the surface nerves and reached down to
hit the deep-seated ones as well. I felt my glans
swell up even more and begin to throb as the maddening
taps intensified.
      The ache in my tip suddenly turned into a hot
tingle and I knew I was falling into the limbo where
time stops and my whole world is in my cock. The
tingly feeling in the head exploded as my cock-root
convulsed, shooting the first heavy stream of sperm
into my tube. The hot stream seemed to scorch my
urethra as it rushed to the end, slamming through the
lips of my slit to spew into the air.
     "Go for it!" Ken yelled as I grunted with each
throb. I was floating, helpless in his hands, as his
fingertip kept tapping on my throbbing glans, and
another torrent of sperm gushed from my straining
cock. I cried out in joyful agony as the hot
sensations overwhelmed my consciousness, throwing me
into a blissful nether-land where nothing mattered and
nothing existed except my hot and throbbing glans,
shaft, and cock-root. More jets spurted from my
swollen tip, until I was utterly drained and my tip
became hyper-sensitive. Each tap of Ken's finger now
made me cry out in distress, and Ken noted this and
stopped.
      I lay there in a daze, aware mainly of the heat
in the end of my cock, still congested with blood, and
waited for my hard-on to subside. Gradually it did,
and I felt Ken's fingers delicately pulling my
foreskin forward to cover and protect it. Finally I
opened my eyes to see Ken looking down at me.
      "Looks like you had a hot one," he said. "You
shot a foot each time." I looked down and saw the
stream of juice cooling on the towel between us. It
had been an intense orgasm, and now I wanted to
reciprocate, to bring Ken to climax while enjoying his
orgasm vicariously, as he had done with me.
      "I think I should go pee," I said as I got up
from the bed. Ken followed me into the bathroom where
I stopped in front of the sink.
      "We both pee in the sink," he said, laughing.
Saves water. We don't have to flush the toilet, just
run a little from the faucet." He stood next to me,
reaching for my prick to uncap the head. He held my
foreskin by the sides, so as not to compress my
urethra. Once he had my foreskin halfway back, holding
it in place with his fingers, I let go. My slit, now
that my erection was down, had reverted to just a
slit, shorter than Ken's, and I saw the lips part as
the first drops pushed through it.
      "You slit pouts like mine when you pee," Ken
observed.      "We're a lot alike in many ways." My
thick yellow stream arced down into the sink, running
down the drain, as Ken turned on the tap with his
other hand. It felt as if I was totally draining my
body, but soon I was only dribbling a few drops.
      "Milk it down for me?" I asked. Ken kept my
foreskin back clear of the slit and gently ran a
finger up the underside of my shaft, from the base
almost to the end. To get the last drops out, he
squeezed the glans through the half-retracted hood
until no more emerged from my slit. Then he slid my
hood forward and led the way back to the bed.
      "Okay, Ken, your turn now," I said as I gently
pushed him onto his back and spread the thick towel
over his chest and abdomen. The fluffy material had
absorbed my cream and soon would absorb his. Ken's
rigid penis lay flat on the towel, and I picked it up
with my left hand and began tapping the end of the big
purple glans with the index finger of my right.
      "That's it, Jack. Oooohhhh, that just turns me
on," he murmured as I continued tapping. I remembered
that he enjoyed having me tug on his sac, and I
shifted my grip to hold his shaft in my right hand,
using only my index finger to tap the end of the
swollen head. I grasped the skin of his tight sac with
my left hand and pulled it down towards his feet,
stretching the skin and the nerve endings it
contained.
      "Hunh. Hunh. Hunh" I heard Ken grunt with each
tap, and was pleased but not surprised that he was
responding so well. After all, he'd told me that this
was his favorite way of being stimulated. The lips of
his slit were distended as he leaked a copious stream
of fluid, lubricating my fingertip and making it slide
with each tap. I knew exactly what he was feeling, as
I'd undergone the same experience only a couple of
minutes ago, and decided to follow exactly the same
pattern he'd used on me.
      Now I shifted my grip slightly, tapping the
broad upper surface of his big purple helmet while
still tugging on his balls. His grunts grew louder,
and I saw his legs begin to move slightly with each
tap on the sensitive surface. I shifted the grip of my
left hand again, holding and tugging his sac with the
last three fingers while encircling the base of his
shaft with thumb and index finger because I wanted his
foreskin tightly back as well to put tension on his
skin and gee-string. I squeezed the base of his shaft
hard, not only to keep a firm grip, but to compress
the veins and make his straining shaft and glans
harder.
      The effect was immediate. His shaft swelled even
more in my grip as the veins protruded, and the head
of his prick became darker purple, filling out fully,
and I felt the surface of his glans lost its spongy
feel and became harder under my tapping finger.
      "Try to relax, Ken," I said. "Just relax and
enjoy the ride. Let me do the work." Now I began
tapping his rim at the top, knowing that this would
increase his excitement as it had mine. His legs began
trembling as he got closer to the edge, and I knew
that despite his efforts to relax, his body was taking
over. Now was time to let go of his scrotum and grip
his shaft fully with my left hand, a tight fist that
stretched his skin back and put enough tension on his
gee-string to make the swollen head dip down towards
his feet.
The end of his big purple helmet dipped as I tugged on
the skin, stretching the nerve endings in the
frenulum, and Ken's grunts became louder yet as the
hot sensations bored into his glans. His eyes had
closed and I knew he was withdrawing into himself,
losing his awareness of the world around him as his
attention became totally focused on his straining
prick.
      Now I tapped around the circumference of the
rim, concentrating on the back-face that I knew was
studded with the most nerve endings. The purple helmet
was wet and glossy, and my fingertip slipped with each
percussion, caressing the sensitive tissues and
sending messages of joy to his brain. His stomach
muscles contracted, and I knew it was time to bring
him to the edge.
      I worked down to the vee-groove under the head,
and began tapping the taut gee-string, lightly at
first because I wanted him to enjoy the last stage
before orgasm as long as possible. I knew that the
feeling of anticipation was almost as enjoyable as the
throbs of orgasm, and I wanted to keep him on the edge
as long as I could. However, I also knew that his full
bladder was adding to his tension, as it had done with
me. He wouldn't be able to hold out longer than a few
seconds at this stage.
      Ken's face was contorted now, his jaw tightly
clenched, and he began rocking his head from side to
side. His glans was totally engorged, and had become a
dark burgundy color now that he was poised on the
brink. He began thrusting his hips upward as I kept
tapping the hot spot under the head, and I knew he'd
explode any moment.
      "HAHHHHH!" he cried as the frenzy of orgasm took
over. His cock throbbed hard in my grip as a thick
stream of creamy liquid erupted from his tip,
distending the lips of his long slit as it slammed
through to arc over his stomach. His body shuddered,
straining hard as his reflexes took over, and I felt
his cock throb again as he shot another load. The
thick white cream contrasted sharply with the dark
purple glans as it spewed from the slit, landing on
his stomach.
      I tapped herder, knowing that the rush of
sensations would draw another hot jet from his
engorged glans, and was rewarded a second later by
another thick creamy jet. Ken's body strained as he
blew another torrent of come, and his helpless cries
filled the room.
      Now another gush poured from his slit, but with
less force, dribbling instead of jetting, and I knew
he was on the downhill stage of his climax. He was
still convulsing but his tanks were approaching empty.
The thick white cream poured over his glans, wetting
my fingers and continuing down into his pubic bush.
The next jet wasn't as creamy, and I knew it was
mostly prostate fluid. The lips of his slit parted to
release another gush, and I watched it ooze down over
the wet and glossy head, following the contours and
sliding over his rim to continue down his shaft.
      I stopped tapping and began to bump his foreskin
lightly against the swollen rim, trying to drain him
as much as possible. Now his slit stayed open, a
steady ooze of mostly clear fluid seeping from it as
his orgasm wound down. The throbs in his shaft were
weaker, and I knew he was near the end.
      Ken gave a loud sigh, and I felt his body relax.
I gently rolled his hood forward over his head,
tugging to bring it over the still swollen corona that
I knew would begin shrinking in a moment, and let his
prick flop down onto his stomach. The aftershock of
orgasm was taking over, and Ken began sinking into the
same daze that I had felt as my orgasm had ended. I
felt very gratified that I'd been able to give him the
same experience and the same sensations I'd felt
during my explosion.
      He opened his eyes to look at me. I smiled down
at him.
      "Now I feel like I've really got to pee." He got
up and went to the bathroom, ending up in front of the
sink. I sidled up next to him and grasped his foreskin
with two fingers, holding it by the sides as he'd held
mine. His glans was so slippery with cream and lube
that it slid back very easily, and when I had cleared
his meatus he let himself go. I held his foreskin back
carefully as his thick stream plunged into the sink,
as I knew that if I'd let go the foreskin would have
closed over the end of his glans and caused his stream
to splatter.
      Suddenly I again had the urge to pee, as my
bladder had refilled while I'd been bringing Ken to
orgasm. I quickly lifted my penis and skinned back to
expose the head, then relaxed my sphincter and watched
my thick stream blend with his in the sink.
      "You had to go again, huh?" he asked
unnecessarily.
      "Yeah," I replied. "That soda really went
through me."
When his stream stopped, I carefully milked his
urethra as he'd milked mine, then drew the foreskin
forward over the head. Ken pushed my hand away from my
dick, and lovingly milked it down, squeezing the last
drops from my slit. He dabbed at the slit with a piece
of toilet paper, then drew the skin fully forward to
enclose my glans in its natural sheath that tapered
beyond the end of the head to form a sexy nipple.
      We went back to bed and began planning our next
adventure.

      The End