Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2013 13:48:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Show With Steve, Adult Friends

Show with Steve
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com


I was in town on business, so I planned to visit Steve, whom I had met
virtually in a foreskin restoration site. We had both been circumcised at
birth and hated it. We were eager to compare results, as I'd had plastic
surgery and Steve had used various devices to stretch his shaft skin to
form a new hood over the glans.

I pulled into Steve's driveway that Saturday afternoon and rang his
bell. Steve opened the door and I recognized him from his photo on the
site. He was about 5'9", stocky, and going bald. Like me, he was lightly
dressed because of the summer heat. He let me in and introduced me to his
housemate, Phil, who was slightly taller, slender, and who still had a full
head of brown hair. After we'd shaken hands, Steve said:

"We'd better get naked. Each show and tell I've been to ended up with us
shooting our loads at the end." I knew how arousing seeing and handling
another guy's restored prick could be, and started to strip down as I
replied:

"Oh, I know. A few years ago a guy named Mike and I met in his hotel
room. We compared pricks and discussed our restorations, but then he told
me the discussion was getting him really horny. I was getting hot too. His
prick was leaking lube a lot, and we had to strip down to relieve each
other. His prick was a lot like mine, straight shaft, about six inches
hard, and with a big purple helmet on the end. I did him first, and he was
very vocal and very loud when he came. He shot about half a dozen thick
ropes of cream before it was over. Then he did me, pumping my foreskin like
I'd pumped his, and when I came I was just as loud as he'd been." As we
undressed we scrutinized each other's groins, and I noticed that we were
all "growers," small when limp.

Steve's prick had a large glans bulge and a foreskin nipple beyond the
end. He was an "anteater," as I was. Phil's prick also had a very visible
bulge in the foreskin, which ended in a tight pucker at the end of his
glans.

"Did you both restore together?" I asked.

"No," replied Steve. "Phil was never cut."

"Lucky guy," I commented. I'd asked because guys who restore their hoods by
stretching often end up looking as if they'd never been cut.

"I'm doing a little stretching because I'd like more length, like Steve
has," Phil added. "I like that anteater look." By this time we were totally
naked. Steve reached out to grasp my foreskin nipple.

"That looks kinda tight," he said. "Does it retract?" His casual touch sent
an electric thrill through my prick, and I felt the start of an erection.

"Sure does," I answered as I gave his glans a gentle squeeze through its
hood. "Wait till it gets stiff. You'll be able to push the skin back
easily." I squeezed Phil's glans with my other hand.

"That made me throb deep inside," Steve said. I gave his glans a few more
squeezes.

"That's the bulbo-cavernal reflex," I said as I continued to squeeze their
tips rhythmically. "You'll both be hard pretty soon." Steve was tugging
gently on my hood, drawing it out, and the outline of my helmet became more
pronounced through the skin as my prick swelled in response.

"I always get hard touching another guy's cock," Steve said. "especially
another restored guy." I knew the feeling, as I'd reacted the same way
during other show and tells.

"That new foreskin doesn't match the rest of the skin on your shaft," Phil
commented. "Where did that come from?"

"It's a scrotal graft," I informed him. "The big problem is that grafting
skin cuts the nerves and my new hood is numb."

"Your tip's a lot more sensitive from being covered, isn't it?" Steve
asked.

"Oh, yes, that's for sure. I noticed the increased sensitivity just a few
months after the surgery," I affirmed. Our pricks were fully hard by now
and I saw that Phil and I both had about six inches, with straight shafts,
but that Steve's was over seven. Steve pushed back on my hood.

"Seems a little tight," he said.

"That's not a problem," I said. "It's snug on my glans and feels so good
when you slide it." His strong fingers worked my hood up and down my
helmet, producing delicious sensations. I pushed back on his hood and on
Phil's foreskin simultaneously, revealing both their tips.

"We've all got that helmet shaped glans," Phil observed.

"My favorite kind," added Steve. "I think that's the most attractive
shape."

"Look at Jack's meatus," prompted Phil. "It's not just a slit. It pouts
like a teardrop."

"Yes, very nice," answered Steve. "Let's get into the bedroom. We'll be
more comfortable there." He led us into the master bedroom, where a queen
size bed awaited us. A stack of towels was on the bedside table. Steve got
onto the bed, propping himself up against the padded headboard, and I sat
on his right. Phil sat on his left. I grasped his prick and resumed sliding
his long foreskin back and forth, while Phil cupped his balls. Steve
grasped my prick in his right hand and worked my hood up and down, doing
the same to Phil with his left.

"It's really nice, pumping two skins up and down," Steve said. "One's
natural and the other's restored, but they're both hot."

You're pretty wet," I commented as I stroked Steve's long hood, twisting it
gently on the up-stroke.

"Steve always secretes a lot of pre-coital fluid," Phil told me. "I think
it's because he's still got his frenulum."

"Well, you've still got yours, since you weren't cut," I said. "You don't
have as much lube. Matter of fact, I hardly have any lube, and my
gee-string is completely gone."

"Yeah, I noticed that," Steve said. You've just got a deep triangular
groove under your helmet." As he spoke, he pulled my foreskin down and
stroked the twin lobes of my frenular delta with his index finger, making
my prick throb in response. I pulled his foreskin back completely, and
began caressing the compound curves of his glans with my fingertips,
lubricated by his copious secretion. He drew in his breath sharply and then
began going "AH-AH-AH" as I continued to work my fingertips over his
swollen helmet.

"That's intense," Phil pointed out. "You'll have him coming soon." I knew
that the direct action on Steve's sensitive glans was heightening his
sensations, and that however much he tried to stay relaxed, he'd dissolve
into orgasm within a minute or two.

"Grasp his shaft skin, Phil, and pull it back all the way to keep his big
helmet exposed," I said. Phil released Steve's scrotum and grasped the
shaft skin near the base, drawing it back as far as he could, exposing the
deep groove behind the flaring rim. I dipped my fingertips into it,
following it all the way down to strum his gee-string and then up around
the other side to the top.

"I'm pulling hard enough so that the front of his helmet's dipping," Phil
told me. I knew that the tension on Steve's gee-string was adding to his
excitement, and I reached for a towel with my left hand and spread it in
front of him. I worked my thumb over the broad upper surface of his helmet
as I caressed his taut frenulum with my other fingers, heightening his
sensations further. Steve's breathing was now shallow and rapid, and he was
still going "AH-AH-AH" as the intense sensations dominated his
attention. His abdominal muscles tightened and I sensed the tension
building in his body as I saw him staring fixedly at my fingers dancing
over his engorged glans, the focus of his sensations.

"Jack, his tip's gotten darker purple," Phil told me. "It won't be long
now." Steve's hands had stopped stroking our pricks, and were just grasping
them tightly. Clear viscous fluid kept pouring from his long slit, and I
spread it over his glans with my fingertips.

"His helmet's lost that spongy feel," I commented. "The surface is really
hard now. Does he shoot or dribble?"

"He shoots," Phil answered me. "Now that he's really excited, he should be
shooting hard, very hard. Any second now."

"Does his tip get super-sensitive when he comes?" I asked. "Some guys get
that way and they have to stop stroking when they start to come."

"No, he doesn't but I do," answered Phil. "You can keep stroking him all
the way through."

The veins on Steve's shaft stood out, evidence of his arousal, as I kept
working my fingers over his hot hard tip, bringing forth more rapid "AHs"
from him. His legs began trembling, and I knew he was on the cusp. I felt a
hard throb in his helmet just as he began yelping:

"OH! OH! OH! OH!" and the first jet erupted from his long slit to shoot
forcefully onto the towel. Steve's eyes were fixed on his prick as he cried
out helplessly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. I felt another
hard throb under my fingertips and saw another white another torrent of
cream parted the lips of his slit.

"He's really loud," Phil said as Steve's cries filled the air. His glossy
purple helmet throbbed again and another stream of cream splashed hard onto
the towel. Steve's hands had dropped away from our pricks as he'd become
totally caught up in his orgasm.

"I can feel his shaft throbbing hard," Phil observed as Steve cried out
again and discharged another long rope of thick white fluid. Steve's face
was contorted in the delicious agony of his orgasm as he howled loudly. I
kept my fingertips stroking his glans; top, sides, flaring corona, and the
groove behind it to intensify his sensations as much as I could. I was
rewarded by another hard throb in his helmet and watched another hot
discharge pour from his slit, slamming through the lips and arcing down
onto the towel.

The next throb as just as hard, but the stream weaker, as he neared the end
of his shattering climax. He was just as loud, though, and then his glans
throbbed again between my fingers, releasing a dribble of sperm this
time. I stopped stroking and we watched his prick twitching as residual
drops leaked from the opening at the end.

"He had a super orgasm," Phil commented as he began milking Steve's
urethra, starting behind his scrotum and working forward to force out the
last drops. He finished by pulling the long foreskin forward to protect the
precious head, and we watched Steve's prick lose its stiffness and begin to
shrink. Steve's eyes were closed because of the after-shock of the orgasm.

Now I grasped Phil's prick, which was still fully hard, and began to work
his foreskin back and forth.

"How would you like me to do you?" I asked. "Like Steve, direct action on
the tip?" Phil's fingers had closed around me shaft and were working my
hood with short strokes.

"No, just keep stroking my skin. It's the one nature gave me, so it's more
sensitive than yours or Steve's." Steve had rolled to the side of the bed
and Phil took his place, leaning his back against the pillow and headboard.

"Yeah, you've got all your original nerve endings and your gee-string," I
commented. "Lucky you." As I spoke I pulled his foreskin all the way back
to put tension on the frenulum and I saw the blunt-ended helmet dip down at
the front.

"It was so hot watching Steve shoot his load, and now it's really hot to
feel your hand on my dick," Phil said. "When I start to come, just pull
back all the way the way you're doing now. Friction would be too much, but
pulling on my fren makes it hotter for me." I envied him because he still
had his frenulum and mine had been amputated along with my foreskin. A drop
of clear lubricant seeped from his slit, and I swept his foreskin forward
to pick it up.

Phil's breathing had become shallow and rapid, and I knew he was quickly
approaching the moment of sublime bliss. I kept my strokes long and even,
giving him the delicious friction his prick craved and stretching his
gee-string on each back-stroke. His strokes on my prick had slowed as his
excitement had mounted, and I knew he'd stop or let go when the first
spasms gripped him. His legs were spread out in a "V" and I saw his
abdominal muscles tightening.

"I get a hot thrill every time you pull my fren," Phil whispered.

"Yeah, that really does it for him," said Steve, who had recovered from the
after-shock and now slid his hand between Phil's thighs to cup his
scrotum. I kept working Phil's foreskin up and down his helmet in long
strokes, enhancing his arousal.

"His tip's darker now," Steve commented.

"Yeah, and I can feel it's firmer through the skin," I added. Another drop
of lubricant parted the lips of Phil's long slit, and I spread it over his
glans with the supple foreskin.

"That stretchy feeling when I pull his skin back over the big helmet turns
him on too," I said. "Since he wasn't cut, he feels it all, the friction,
the pressure on his prick, stretching his gee-string, stretching the
opening. I know it's intense for him." I guessed that hearing us talk about
his sexual sensations and reactions was adding to Phil's excitement, and I
sensed the tension building in his body.

"Any second now," Steve murmured. I gave Phil's foreskin a couple of long
strokes and then I felt a powerful throb in his shaft as he grunted loudly:

"AAAAAAAHHHHHNNNNNG!" as the first load gushed from the apex of his
glans. I pulled his foreskin back sharply and held it there, making his
glans dip. His shaft throbbed again in my fist, and a second gush of cream
erupted from his helmet. His loud grunts filled the air. I felt a third
throb in his prick and another eruption streamed through the lips of his
slit.

"He's louder than I was," Steve said as Phil's shaft throbbed again between
my fingers and another stream blasted from his straining tip. I held my
grip, keeping the tension on his frenulum to add to his sensations, and
felt another heavy throb as a blast of white cream poured onto the towel.

Now his shaft was just twitching between my fingers as a few drops of sperm
dribbled from his glans. The main event was over, although a few residual
drops would continue to seep from his prick. Steve began milking his
urethra, running a fingertip forward along his perineum and then the bottom
of Phil's shaft. I felt his prick softening in my hand and I relaxed my
grip. Phil's breathing slowed as his body began to relax, and I gently
pulled his foreskin up over his shrinking helmet.

"That was beautiful," Steve told me. I nodded in agreement, happy that I'd
been able to give both him and Phil intense orgasms. Steve and Phil were
both relaxed but I was all worked up from sharing their excitement
vicariously. Steve saw that I was very aroused and commented:

"That's some hard-on you've got. You've been hard a long time now." He
wrapped his fingers around my prick and began sliding my hood up and down
my engorged helmet. "Your skin's sure different from mine. It's thicker."

"That's because it's a surgical graft," I explained. "It's scrotal
skin. You can see that it doesn't blend in with my shaft skin. It's
darker."

"Yeah, I see that. I think you also told me once that it's pretty numb."

"That's true. When you graft skin, you cut the nerves," I said.

"Your tip's more sensitive, though, isn't it?" he asked as he continued to
stroke me. Taking about my prick was arousing, and I felt it engorge more.

"It had lost a lot of sensitivity from being dry for 43 years, and it
became more sensitive once I got it covered again." Steve's fingers kept
working on my prick slowly easing the thick hood up and down the helmet,
heightening my excitement.

"You don't produce much lube, do you?" he asked.

"Never did, even when I was younger. I have to use artificial lube, like
Astroglide," I replied.

"I've got some," he replied as he reached into the drawer in the bedside
table. "I'm gonna skin you back and give you direct action on the tip, like
you did to me. That feels really hot." He drew my hood back sharply and it
locked behind my flaring corona. As he dribbled a few drops of lube on my
helmet, he spread it around with his fingertips, making me draw in my
breath sharply at the intense sensations.

"Here, sit against the pillow," I heard Phil say. He'd come out of his daze
and now moved off the center of the bed. I took his place and he spread a
fresh towel between my outstretched legs. Now he cupped my scrotum with his
left hand and pulled back sharply on my shaft skin with his right.

"That's good, Phil," I heard Steve say. "Now I can get at his rim and
groove." Steve's lubricated fingertips caressed my flaring corona and the
deep groove behind it, and then he ran his index finger up the V-groove on
the underside of my helmet, making me gasp as my prick throbbed in
response.

"You've got a beautiful tip," I heard Phil tell me. "That flaring rim looks
so hot, and I like the way your slit pouts when you're hard, like a
teardrop." As Phil was speaking, Steve worked his index finger in small
circles around my orifice, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing into my
glans. I shuddered with excitement and the tension built up in my body.

"That feels so hot," I gasped. "Keep it up and you'll have my load in a
minute." My breathing was now shallow and rapid, in short gasps, as I'd
heard Steve breathe while I was stimulating him. My prick was attaining its
final hardness from the inrush of blood.

"Man, your tip's gotten hard and your rim's flaring out even more," Steve
told me as he continued to stroke my helmet's compound curves.

"It's gotten darker too," Phil remarked as he kept his fingers around my
scrotum and my shaft skin pulled sharply back. Steve's fingers were dancing
rapidly around my glans, caressing here, flicking there, pouring a flood of
sensations into the heated nerve endings. The insistent tickling sensation
in my glans had me going "ah-ah-ah" just as Steve had when I'd done the
same to him. Now the ticking intensified and turned into a hot tingle, and
I knew I was on the verge of orgasm. My abdominal muscles were tight and my
toes curled.

A powerful throb filled my prick and I howled loudly as the first burning
stream of sperm shot up my urethra, slamming through the pouting lips of my
orifice. My prick throbbed again and another gush seared its way up my
tube, shooting out of the end of my engorged purple helmet as I howled
again. Steve's fingertips swept across the broad upper surface of my
helmet, around the flaring ridge, into the groove, and then underneath to
hit my hot spot, bringing forth another eruption of hot cream from my
meatus.

"He's as loud as you were," Phil told Steve as my helpless cries filled the
air. Steve twisted his fingertips around my corona and my prick responded
by shooting another white discharge onto the towel as I howled again in the
joyful agony of orgasm. I felt his fingertip probing into the V-groove
under my glans, hitting my hot spot, and my prick responded by sending
another hot spurt slamming through the pouting lips of my meatus. I was
howling loudly, enraptured by the delicious agony of orgasm.

Steve's fingers swiped across the blunt nose of my glans, stimulating the
orifice, and another stream poured onto his fingertips. I was almost
sobbing with the intensity of the sensations as my prick suddenly became
too sensitive and I shouted:

"STOP! Too sensitive!" and I felt Phil and Steve release my prick. My
orgasm was over except for a few final twitches deep inside. I began to
relax as the blood started to leave my penis.

"Man, both you and Steve had really hot comes," Phil said. "You were both
so loud." I felt his fingertip running along my urethra behind my balls,
pushing the residual sperm forward. Then he pressed the bottom of my
softening shaft, milking the last drops out of me. He dabbed at the front
of my helmet with a corner of the towel and then pulled my foreskin
forward.

"We have to protect the precious head," he said as he draped the hood over
my shrunken helmet.

"Yeah, that keeps it soft and sensitive," Steve added, giving my glans a
slight squeeze through the covering skin.

"Thanks, guys," I whispered. "That was pretty hot. You made my prick
explode."

"Glad you could come over," Steve said. "It was mice to see how your new
skin works."

"I'm glad too," added Phil. "I'd seen how Steve's stretched skin worked,
and now I got to see how your grafted skin is."

"Well," I said, "I was able to compare Steve's stretched foreskin with your
natural one.

"Steve's got more length than I do,with his stretching, said Phil. "He can
dock me, but I don't have enough length to dock him. I don't think I could
even dock you, although your penis is smaller than his. That's why I've
started stretching too."

"Well, you just might do that," I assured him. "Most natural guys don't
have enough length to dock another adult size glans. With stretching, you
can probably get enough length, especially since you have such a head start
over Steve."

"Have you been able to dock another guy?" Phil asked. "You seem to have
enough length."

"No, because my hood's too tight," I explained. "Scrotal skin doesn't
stretch as well as shaft skin, and I was able only to stretch it laterally
to let me skin back when my helmet's fully hard. I might be able to dock
another guy if I came first so that my prick would be shrunken when I
docked him. Never tried, though."

"If you get to town again, we might try that," Steve suggested. "We'd make
you come first, and then you could dock Phil, since his tip's not as big as
mine."

"That's something to look forward to," I said.

The end.