Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 10:35:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sharing Orgasms with Ken, Part 2, Adult Friends, 2/2

Sharing Orgasms with Ken, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

      I woke up first, propping myself up on one elbow
to admire the beauty of Ken's penis. It lay along one
thigh, a smooth and fleshy tube that tapered from the
base almost to the end. I studied the outline of the
head that was making the smooth skin bulge before it
continued on to form a nipple at the end. His high
flaring ridge formed a semi-circle at the top of his
shaft, them swept forward and down to the bulge of the
twin lobes underneath. His low hangers were between
his thighs, the scrotum utterly relaxed.
A drop of creamy fluid filled the pucker of his
foreskin, the result of his frenzied release a couple
of hours ago. We'd agreed not to have an orgasm before
seeing each other again, and when I'd arrived at his
house that morning we'd both been extremely horny and
needing relief. We'd torn off our clothing and tumbled
onto the bed, our pricks swelling even before we'd
touched them.
      I'd reached down to roll the nipple of his long
foreskin between thumb and index finger, feeling him
doing the same to mine. Now we were both rock-hard,
and Ken's balls had begun to contract against his
body. Mine were already tight, their normal state.
I placed my palms on top and under his penis, moving
my hands back and forth to twist the foreskin over his
glans, and felt his response as his cock-head swelled
even more between my palms. Ken began gasping,
grunting, and moaning helplessly as I worked up his
excitement. We didn't even think about getting a
towel, and when the heavy spasms filled his cock the
streams fell onto his stomach.
      He'd kept his grip on my penis as he'd shot, and
I knew that this was because the feel of my hard cock
excited him as much as the feel of his excited me. Now
he skinned me back completely and smeared some of his
cream over my naked glans to lubricate it, them worked
it in with his fingertips because he knew this was the
fastest way to bring on the orgasm that I needed so
badly. His touches made my glans all tingly, and
within seconds my hot, throbbing tip exploded in
orgasm. My eyes were closed as I unloaded, the jets
falling on my stomach, and then we both were still,
temporarily sated. It didn't take long for us to slip
into sleep.
      Now I pushed my face closer to the tapered end
of his sleeping prick, inhaling his musky masculine
aroma, then I licked at the fluid filling the end of
his foreskin, savoring the rich salty taste. Now I
picked up the end of his penis, slipping my tongue
into the tight puckered ring that formed the end of
his foreskin, and probing for the precious head it
contained. I licked the lips of his long slit, then
pushed farther to caress the broad upper surface of
his glans, before circling the rim. I wanted to taste
his secretions as my tongue pushed in to stretch his
foreskin out.
      Now I felt Ken stirring, as the stimulation
aroused him to consciousness, and his hand came to
rest on the back of my head. His penis began to swell
as blood rushed into it, and soon it was totally hard,
with the foreskin still enveloping the head and my
probing tongue. Mine was half-hard, and now I felt him
shift his body into a "69" position as his warm
fingers closed around my cock.
      Our cocks were a lot alike, with straight
shafts, a big vein on the right side of each, and long
foreskins that covered the heads completely even with
full erections. His erection was slightly longer than
my six inches, but my foreskin was somewhat longer
than his, which had enabled me to dock him a week or
two ago.
      We'd studied each other's cock-heads, utterly
fascinated by their compound curves because we both
felt that the glans was the most beautiful part of the
penis. At the front of his was a long slit that
distended when liquid forced its lips apart, while my
slit was shorter than his but pouted to a teardrop
shape when the glans swelled. Both our tips were light
purple at the front domes, darkening to a deeper shade
around the rims. We both had high, flaring rims, with
sexy recurves that stood at least a quarter inch above
our shafts.
      We were very happy that we still had our
foreskins, both to protect the precious heads, and
because they provided more to play with as we fondled
each other's cocks. Both of us knew that our hoods did
more than protect the precious heads and keep them
sensitive, and we enjoyed stimulating their many nerve
endings. Our favorite pastime was to explore the many
different sensations possible from trying various ways
to manipulate our foreskins. We enjoyed pulling and
twisting each other's hoods, stretching them out away
from our bodies. We also enjoyed pushing each other's
foreskins back slowly over the swollen heads, feeling
the nerve endings stretching as the skin expanded over
the tapered tips. We also knew the glorious feeling of
our foreskins riding over the edge of the rims to snap
down into the deep grooves behind our heads.
      "We never yet went to orgasm using our mouths,"
Ken said as he pinched the head of my cock through its
ample covering. He was right. We'd stimulated each
other by pushing our tongues into each other's hoods,
but then had finished each other off in other ways.
I'd lapped at the exposed surfaces of his glans to
bring him to orgasm, but had kept my head out of the
way so that I could watch him shoot, and therefore had
never experienced his ejaculations in my mouth.
      "Let's do it now," I said, understanding his
need. Ken was really into oral sex, both as the donor
and the receiver, and it was an unstated assumption
that we'd try for variety as much as possible. Now
that we'd had our first orgasms, the feeling of
urgency was gone, and we could take our time to enjoy
the nuances of sensation. Ken's hot tongue probed into
my foreskin, and I felt it tickle my slit.
      My lips were wrapped around his foreskin covered
head as my tongue continued its circles around the
seat of his sensations. I knew I was reaching him
because I felt his hard glans throb against my tongue.
I also tasted the fresh secretion of lubricant that
was now steadily oozing from his slit.
      I felt Ken's thumb and forefinger hold my penis
by the glans as his tongue pushed farther inside the
hood. Now his tongue was tracing circles around my
orifice, and I knew he enjoyed the taste of my glans
as much as I did his. I smelled his rich masculine
aroma as my tongue worked around his rim, tracing it
down to the hot spot under the head. Now I pressed my
tongue into the deep triangular groove between the two
sides of his corona where they met in a thin weld
line, probing the hot spot where his gee-string
attached the hood to his head.
      Ken's chest and stomach were pressed against
mine as we mouthed each other's cocks, and I felt his
body shudder in excitement as my tongue hit his hot
spot. I tightened my tongue to make it thicker and
pried the foreskin away from the front half of his
bulging tip. Now I pulled back on his shaft skin to
drag the hood back all the way, exposing the precious
fleshy jewel underneath. His glossy glans gleamed
wetly in the soft light of the bedroom, and a large
tear filled the eye of his cock. My tongue flicked out
to taste it, and Ken moaned at the contact as my
tongue-tip spread it smoothly around his weeping
cock-eye.
      "Your tip's beautiful," Ken murmured as he
removed his mouth and urged my foreskin back slowly
with his fingertips. I felt the nerve endings in my
foreskin stretch delightfully as my hood rode back
over the taper of the head, until it snapped down into
the deep groove behind my flaring ridge to form a
thick fleshy collar.
       I moved forward to engulf his glans, feeling
the smooth surfaces between my lips, my tongue-tip
probing his slit again for another drop of fluid. Now
my lips locked behind his flaring corona, squeezing
the collar of foreskin, and his big cherry was inside
my mouth, pressing against my tongue and palate.
      I felt him do the same to me, enveloping my
swollen cock-head totally until his lips wrapped
around my foreskin collar behind it. His tongue worked
all around my glans, exploring its contours, probing
behind the rim, and making all of its nerve endings
tingle. My tongue circled the round front dome of his
tip, and then probing at the slit to taste the salty
fluid that continually oozed from between its long
lips.
      This was one of the things that turned me on
about Ken's cock. Ken was what I called a "juicer,"
constantly secreting a lot of natural lubricant, but
mine did not. Opposites attract, and I'd found that
seeing and tasting his copious body-fluid was very
exciting for me.
      Now Ken's fingers tightened around my shaft,
dragging the skin back farther to open up the groove
behind my rim, as his tongue explored nerve endings
that rarely saw the light of day. The stretching
feeling in my dick-skin heightened my excitement, as
did the sensation of my tip's being totally naked
inside his mouth. I did the same to his prick, pulling
back until his skin lay smoothly along his shaft and
his glans stood proudly exposed at the end.
      I pressed my tongue into the hot spot under the
head again, feeling the thick gee-string that was so
sensitive to touch. As I pulled back harder on his
skin, I felt his glans dip towards his balls because
the thick gee-string pulled it down. Ken's scrotum had
been loose when I'd awakened him, but now before my
eyes his balls had tightened with excitement so that
his sac was as compact as mine. I tickled the hairs on
his scrotum, knowing that this would always enhance
the thrill for him.
      Ken's fingers closed around my sac as his mouth
began the familiar vacuuming on my cock-head. He knew
I enjoyed feeling him cup my balls, even as my glans
was expanding further inside his suctioning mouth. Now
he twisted his head and I felt the friction of his
lips dragging around my rim and groove. My tongue
pressed against his gee-string as I kneaded his balls
gently, knowing that this was pushing him slowly and
inexorably towards the brink. My fingertips pressed
lightly into the tender flesh behind his sac, to feel
every throb in his cock-root.
      Having drained ourselves earlier, we did not
have the feeling of needy urgency that we'd had
before. Now we could relax and enjoy the long, slow
build-up, knowing that our orgasms would be more
intense the longer we delayed them. For me, the
sensations in my glans alternated between a gentle
tickling feeling and an occasional tingle as Ken
changed his technique. I felt his glans throb when I
squeezed it with my tongue and palate, or sucked on it
very hard. I could also provoke a throb by pulling
back on his skin with a jerk, giving his nerve endings
a sharp jolt just this side of painful as his glans
dipped.
      Now Ken ran his tongue-tip quickly around the
circumference of my rim, caressing the many nerve
endings. The sudden hot thrill made my cock-root
throb, and I felt a slight tickling sensation deep
inside as a drop of fluid began its long crawl up my
urethra to the tip.
      "I think your cock-root just throbbed," Ken
said. "You getting lube?"
      "Yeah, finally," I replied. I'd had to remove my
mouth to speak, and now I noticed that his engorged
tip had become darker.
      "Good, I want to taste yours." He enveloped my
turgid glans with his lips again, and I tugged down on
his sac to stimulate him further, as I knew he also
delighted in having his scrotum stretched. Ken
shuddered with the sensation, and I lip-locked his
flaring corona, tasting the flow of lube pouring out
onto my tongue. The surface of his glans also felt
harder against my tongue, and I knew he was in his
final swelling, the enlargement that occurs just
before orgasm.
      "You're really close, Ken. Want to go first?"
      "Okay," he replied. "I'll keep my mouth off your
prick just to make sure I don't bite when I come." We
both knew this was possible, given the mindless
contortions orgasm produced in both of us, and we both
played it safe. His fist slowly stroked my foreskin up
and down the swollen head to maintain my excitement as
I brought him to last increment along the way. My lips
caressed the front of h
is dome, then moved farther back, expanding to ride
over the sexy contours of his glans, as I kept his
foreskin tightly back along his shaft to ensure that
the head stayed totally naked.
      "AH! AH! AH!" Ken began moaning softly as the
sensations caught up to him. As I tugged down on his
sac with one hand while keeping his skin tightly
retracted with the other, my mouth totally engulfed
his now throbbing tip. I knew he was all hot and
tingly, as his moans became louder and the ooze from
his slit became a stream. I felt his body tense
against mine as I pulled him unresisting to the edge.
I let go of his sac and threw my arm over his body,
hugging him close to me as I felt the orgasm begin to
sweep over him. Now I used a little trick that I'd
been saving to enhance his pleasure.
      Holding his skin firmly back, I opened my mouth
slightly and scraped his naked glans with my teeth,
noy hard enough to scratch but enough to send a hard
spike of sensation into its nerve endings. The
response was immediate:
      "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out as the
first hard spasm filled his shaft and glans, throbbing
against my tongue as I felt his scrotum jerk in my
fingers. The first hot torrent shot from his slit,
filling my mouth, as I felt his glans throb, and I
swallowed quickly because I knew another jet would
follow. I felt his body struggle against mine as the
hot frenzy of orgasm overwhelmed him, and his prick
thrust deeply into my waiting mouth. His cock throbbed
again in time with a loud grunt, and I felt the pulse
in his glans as it erupted against my tongue. Now his
helpless cries filled the room as his cock steadily
pumped its loads into my mouth, and I tasted the
sticky wetness on my tongue. I was enjoying his orgasm
vicariously, feeling every throb, every shudder, and
hearing every cry.
      Ken's body strained against mine as his fingers
automatically tightened on my cock, and I almost went
into orgasm right then as he spewed another powerful
jet into my mouth. His slime poured down my throat as
I worked hard to swallow, enjoying the taste and feel
of his hot juice. He shot several more times, but his
jets were weakening, and finally he became still as
the last drops oozed from his slit. I removed my mouth
because I knew he'd become super-sensitive, and I
watched as the residue dribbled from the end of his
glans. The creamy fluid had become thinner and clearer
because he'd drained his sperm tanks, and all that was
left was prostatic secretion, but it still tasted
salty when I licked at it tentatively.
      I felt Ken's body relax, and saw the color drain
from his glans as his erection began to subside. Now
Ken lay quietly, stupefied by the after-shock of his
orgasm, and I relaxed as well. As his tip softened and
shrank, I was easily able to pull to protective shroud
over it, until it was fully encased. He was still
seeping, and the pucker at the end of his foreskin
filled with clear fluid, which I licked to satisfy my
thirst for his juice.
After a minute, Ken opened his eyes and propped
himself up on one elbow, fighting off the feeling of
lassitude that had crept over him. He leaned forward
and kissed me lightly on the lips.
      "That was terrific, Jack," he said softly. "I
really love to feel a hot guy's lips on my prick, and
you gave me a really intense come." He lay down again
and grasped my prick around the middle of the shaft in
a tight grip that pulled my thick fleshy collar down
away from the head and constricted my veins so that
the glans would sell fully, as it does when I'm about
to come. I relaxed to let him do his thing, because I
knew that as worked up as I was, he'd draw the orgasm
from me in a minute or two.
      His lips caressed my naked cock-head, working
forward up the taper to the ridge, and then plunging
down into the deep groove in an erotic lip-lock. He
twisted his head to apply sideways friction to the
head and its high flaring ridge, making me shudder. He
pulled back harder with his tight fist, stretching the
skin and its many nerve endings until it was almost
painful as his tongue-tip teased my slit.
      This hot action gave me a powerful tickling
sensation in the head, and I suddenly felt an urge to
pee. I knew I wouldn't, though, as this sensation was
merely the precursor to my orgasm. I waited for it to
build up, trying hard to relax even though my legs had
begun to tremble. Ken ran his tongue around the rim,
caressing both the swollen flare and the back face
where the little buds of sensation abounded, and I
moaned at the intense feelings he was producing. I
felt his free hand cup my balls, gently kneading them
as his lips began moving up and down on the head.
      The sensation was indescribable, and I was
utterly lost as he heightened my excitement. I felt my
glans begin to ache pleasantly, fully swollen and
needing relief. Although I was trying hard to relax,
Ken's suction built up the tension in my body and I
felt my stomach muscles contract. Now the hard tickle
in the head turned into a hot tingle, and my eyes
closed as I felt myself slipping down the steep slope
towards ecstasy.
      The tingle got hotter and hotter, until my tip
began to throb in time with the powerful contractions
that gripped my crotch muscles, and I felt the first
hot jet burn its way up my tube as I cried out in
joyful agony. My whole world was in my cock, and I
felt the wall of liquid slam through my slit to
disgorge into Ken's mouth. I heard myself crying out
in the distance as my world turned upside down and I
tumbled into a pool of mindless sensation. My chest
heaved with my heavy gasps as another convulsion
wracked my crotch muscles, and my prick throbbed hard
as the pulse of liquid fire shot through my urethra.
      I was totally mindless and helpless as another
pleasurable spasm enveloped me, and my prick felt
rock-hard, stiff and throbbing, as I moaned under the
pressure of the intense sensations. I was in a
timeless void, aware only of the powerful throbs that
enraptured me and the hot jets that tortured my
urethra as they spewed from it. Ken's lips kept
sending hot tingles into my glans, and my cock-root
responded by jetting more streams of cream.
I was drifting, dazed by the powerful shocks of
orgasm, my body straining, until the heavy pounding in
my cock-root faded and I came down off the high. I was
totally disoriented and only gradually became aware
that Ken's mouth was no longer engulfing my dick. I
felt the residue of my orgasm crawling up my urethra
to seep from my glans, filling the foreskin that he'd
thoughtfully replaced over it. When I opened my eyes,
I saw Ken, who leaned over to kiss me again on my
lips. His warm fingers were still around my shaft,
carefully avoiding my hyper-sensitive glans and the
skin that covered it, just gently milking my tube.
      "Man, you were really into it," he said,
smiling. "Your cock throbbed so hard, and you almost
drowned me with your cream."
      "Oh, you really did it to me this time," I
whispered, barely able to get the words out because I
was so weak. "I felt you sucking my cream and the more
you sucked the more came out."
      "Yeah, I saw and felt it. Your tip was so hot
when it was throbbing in my mouth, and your cream was
even hotter." He lay down beside me again and we
stopped trying to speak, instead surrendering to the
inevitable aftermath, and we drifted into
unconsciousness.

The End