Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 11:07:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shower Spray, Part 1, Adult Friends, 1/3

Shower Spray
Part 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	The phone call from Max took me by surprise, as I
knew that he'd moved away because of his work. Now he
was back in town after an absence of ten years, and I
looked forward to seeing him again, especially because
he'd told me of a new masturbation method he'd
discovered.
	Max was my age, 50, and we'd known each other for a
couple of decades, during which he'd tutored me in
exotic methods of self-stimulation. He was truly my
masturbation mentor, the guru of the pleasures of the
prick, and many times his expert fingers had worked my
hard and straining prick to shattering, screaming,
convulsive orgasms. Among other things, he'd taught me
the value of having our climaxes one after the other,
so that we could enjoy "gooning" on each other's
orgasms without being lost in the state of
semi-consciousness that dimmed all outside
perceptions.
	Max had bought a new house upon his return, and the
bathroom had a shower spray that he'd told me provided
delicious sensations that brought on extremely hot
orgasms. He invited me to come try it with him that
Friday evening after work. When I rang his bell he let
me in, standing carefully behind the door to conceal
his nudity from outside view. He was my height, six
feet, with a similar slender build, but blond and
blue-eyed compared to my brown coloring.
	"Come on in and strip down," he said as he closed the
door behind me. "It's 110 outside, and you must be
pretty hot." The Phoenix weather was torrid during the
summer, and I followed his suggestion
enthusiastically. ""Let's get in the shower right now.
We both need one."
	"This is the shower spray," he continued, pointing to
a nozzle with a large handle and long hose on the wall
of the shower. "You can leave it where it is for a
regular shower, or you can take it off to cover other
parts of your body. That's the really interesting
part." He turned on the water and a hot spray erupted
from the nozzle.
	"This isn't like other showers," I said. "I think the
spray's finer, and it seems to pulse too."
	"That's right, and it's both the fine spray and the
pulsing action that makes it so hot. Now let's soap up
first and get cleaned up before we start working on
our dicks." We soaped each other's bodies lightly, as
we weren't really dirty, merely sweaty, and rinsed off
with the spray nozzle on the wall. Max's touch had
made me half-hard, although he'd carefully avoided my
groin, and I noticed that showering with me had
aroused him as well. This always happened when we were
naked together, partly because of the physical
contact, but mainly because of the anticipation.
	"Man, I always like to see your dick, and the way the
big head bulges through the skin. I can see the rim
stretching the skin, and that looks really hot, even
though you're not full hard yet."
	"Yours is nice too, shaped like a banana. It just
tapers to a point, with a nipple like mine." I knew
Max had a smaller glans than I did, and with a
different shape that did not bulge through the
foreskin. However, his scrotum hung down farther than
mine, swinging as he moved.
	"Now let's begin," he said, removing the shower head
from the clip that held it to the wall. He directed it
at my groin, and I felt the mildly stinging needles of
water playing over my prick and balls, providing a
gentle tickle that aroused my prick to full six-inch
hardness.
	"That feels nice," I said. He lowered the nozzle to
spray mainly on my tight scrotum and asked:
	"Now how does that feel?"
	"It's not like an ordinary spray. If that were a jet
it would hurt, but it just tickles."
	"That's because this is adjustable to a fine spray,"
he explained. "This won't batter your balls. Now since
your dick-skin covers the head even when you're hard,
I'm going to skin you back to let you feel it right on
your tip." His fingers delicately pushed my long
foreskin back to bare the head, and the spray tickled
its naked nerve endings. The intense sensation of hot
water spraying directly on the broad upper surface of
my helmet made me shudder.
"I feel like I have to pee," I whispered.
"That's the effect of the hot water and the power of
the spray. It makes the heat penetrate deeply into the
head. You know hot water on your penis stimulated the
urination reflex." As he spoke, the sensations built
up in the root of my cock, and I felt my urethra
filling. A moment later hot fluid poured from my
orifice and down the drain.
"That made me pee, all right. I didn't think I had to
go, but that spray pulled it right out of me," I said.
"It also made my head swell."
	"I just love your big purple helmet," he said as he
pushed my thick fleshy hood back behind my flaring
ridge. "I like the way your skin locks behind your
rim. Mine slips forward if you don't hold it." He
shifted the nozzle to spray directly at my helmet's
blunt nose, and I felt the stinging needles of hot
water penetrating my orifice.
	"That pulsing action's really hot," I said. "It feels
like my prick's being stroked."
	"That's what it's supposed to feel like," he
explained as he raised the nozzle to spray the broad
upper surface of my glans. "Feel that on your rim? Now
I'm going to move it to spray the underside because I
know that's where your sweet spot is." He shifted the
spray and I felt the needles of hot water caressing my
scrotum and the underside of my prick, delivering
powerful erotic sensations into my nerve endings. The
fine jets tickled the twin lobes under my glans where
the two sides of my rim meet.
	"Oh, wow," I murmured, thoroughly enjoying the
sensations that seemed to shift as he moved the nozzle
back and forth.
	"That feels like you're being stroked too, doesn't
it?"
	"Oh, yeah," I said. "It feels so nice. Keep it up and
you'll make me pop my load."
	"You'd better sit down," he said. "I know you're not
close yet, but when you come, you'll collapse if
you're still standing."
	"Yeah, a hot orgasm makes my knees buckle," I said as
I sat on the shower floor. Max sat in front of me,
keeping the hot spray directed at my groin.
	"I'm going to hold your cock up so I can keep working
on the underside," he said as he grasped my glans
between thumb and forefinger. He gave it a couple of
quick squeezes and I felt the reflexive throbbing of
my cock-root. "That got to you," he said with a grin.
"I know your dick loves having the head squeezed." His
prick was within reach, and I rolled the end of his
long foreskin between two fingers, pulling it away
from his body to stretch its nerve endings. Max moved
closer to me, his face coming towards mine for an
open-mouth kiss. Our lips made contact and our tongues
twirled around each other, heightening the eroticism
of the moment.
	"Better let go of my dick," he urged as he broke
away. "I don't want to pop while I'm doing you. I'd
miss all the fun. I'm already hard even without the
spray, just from watching and touching you." His prick
had stiffened to its full seven inches, but the long
hood still covered the tapered head.
	"We always turned each other on," I said, remembering
the many occasions when we'd stroked each other to
mind-blowing orgasms.
	"That's because you're like me, really into cocks,"
he said. "We both love to see cocks, compare them,
touch them, and stroke them. We love the differences
between cocks and the similarities."
	"Our pricks get so hard," I said. "You've got magic
fingers. You get me off even without the spray,
because you know how to play with mine." The insistent
stimulation of the spray moving back and forth along
my balls and the underside of my prick was adding to
my excitement, and I knew that my orgasm would be
mind-shattering.
	"One good thing about this spray technique is that I
can keep going even while I'm coming. You know my dick
gets super-sensitive when I'm into my orgasm and you
have to stop stroking me. The spray's sensations are
different somehow, strong but mild enough not to be
too strong when I'm coming. It'll probably work the
same way with you."
	"We'll have to see," I said. "If it gets too strong,
I'll just push your hand away." I placed my right hand
on his forearm, barely touching it, so that I could
signal him if the sensations became too strong during
my orgasm.
	"I remember the last time I stroked you, just the way
you liked," he said. "I pulled your skin back hard to
stretch the nerve endings, and brought it forward to
lightly bump your big rim. Then you started coming,
and after a couple of shots I had to stop stroking
you, just keeping your skin stretched back."
	"It worked the same way with you," I said. "I was
stroking your foreskin over the head, and when you
came I just pulled back hard. Your gee-string's
thicker than mine, and it made the head bend over when
I pulled back hard on it. That stretching sensation
kept you going without being too much for you."
	"That's right. After I start coming, I can't stand
friction on the head. It makes me flinch." Max kept
playing the shower spray along the underside of my
prick, still squeezing the glans to add to my
sensations.
	"I'm trying to stay relaxed," I said. Both Max and I
had found that the longer the build-up, the more
intense the orgasm would be when it finally arrived.
	"I can see that, but I can feel the head getting
harder now. There's more resistance when I squeeze.
You're getting there."
	"I'm starting to get that tickle in the head..." I
trailed off.
	"The head's getting darker now," he continued. "Soon
you'll get that tingle, and then your eyes are going
to close." As he spoke, I felt a mild tingle in the
sweet spot on the underside of my glans, and I knew
that I'd soon be lost in the throes of orgasm.
	"It's starting to tingle now," I said. The tingle
intensified, and my straining helmet ached for the
release of orgasm.
	"I can see your tip's really dark now. Your eyes are
closing." As he spoke, I felt myself withdrawing,
totally absorbed by the hot sensations in my tingling
prick, which seemed to be vibrating with the water
jets. My awareness of the outside world dimmed, and I
braced myself for the headlong rush to the precipice
that would send me tumbling into the free-fall of
orgasm.
	Max said something that I didn't understand because
the tension in my body was increasing and my mind was
going numb with the hot sensations. I was aware only
of the pulsing needles of hot water hitting against my
prick and his warm fingers rhythmically squeezing my
swollen tip. My breathing was ragged now, and I know
my jaw dropped as the rush of sensations built to
their peak.
	The hot tingle in my glans exploded, and I felt a
jolt of sensation rushing down my shaft to my
cock-root, which contracted sharply to send a gush of
hot lava into my urethra. I heard myself crying out as
the burning jet shot up my tube and erupted from my
tip. Max's fingers gave my straining glans another
squeeze and my cock-root convulsed again to make me
moan loudly as the hot sensations overwhelmed me.
	Now my prick shot again, and I felt the squeezing of
my glans stop, but the hot spray continued on my
sensitive nerve endings, making me shoot again. I was
groaning, gasping, totally lost in the hot spasms that
wracked my body, legs trembling as my cock-root
contracted again and again. I felt Max moving the
spray along the length of my straining prick to
maintain the hot tickling that was driving my orgasm,
and I groaned again.
	Now my sensations softened, and I knew I'd soon be
finished. The hot water spray continued, keeping my
orgasm going, without the sharp piercing sensations
that over-stimulated my prick. Max's fingers closed
around the base of my shaft, yanking the skin back
hard to add another level of stimulation, and I
discharged again. Now I was no longer shooting hard
jets, but merely dribbling, although the spasms still
felt sharp. My prick was merely seeping, but I was
still feeling the orgasm.
	Now it was over, and I began to relax, and as the
tension left my body I became aware that Max had shut
off the water. I sat unmoving, dazed by the massive
climax, unable to think.
	"Man%2
C you really shot a hell of a load," I heard Max's
voice, coming closer as I floated up to full
consciousness. I felt my erection subsiding as Max
turned on the water spray again. "I'm going to rinse
the cream off your body," he explained as he sprayed
my groin and thighs, using his left hand to rub away
the drops of thick creamy liquid that had fallen on my
skin. My prick had gone limp, and Max expertly drew
the foreskin forward to cover the head. "Man, that's a
nice helmet you've got there."
	"That was mind-blowing," I said weakly. "Those hot
jets, they just tickled the orgasm right out of me."
	"I saw that," he said. "I also noticed that you
didn't push my hand away while you were coming."
	"No, I could feel the jets hitting my tip hard while
I was coming, but they were sweet, not irritating."
	"See? I told you. I knew the spray wouldn't be too
powerful for you."
	"My prick was really throbbing," I said.
	"I know it was. I was holding it around the base
after I let go of your tip, keeping that skin back
tight the way you like it. I felt every throb."
	"Your prick's really hard," I said, reaching for it
and grasping the end of his foreskin. "I guess it
won't take you long to pop your load." I was lightly
stroking his thick fleshy hood, feeling for the hard
glans it concealed.
	"I'm all set to go because watching and feeling you
come made me really hot. I knew exactly what you were
feeling, because I've used the spray to make myself
come." Max handed me the nozzle and sat on the floor
of the shower in front of me. I let go of his prick
and aimed the spray at his groin, watching a blissful
expression come over him.
	"I see you like that," I said. "I know exactly what
you're feeling because I just went through it."
	"I've done it to myself, but it feels different, much
better, now that you're doing it to me."  I continued
to play the water over his prick and balls, which had
now drawn up close to his body.
	"Now I'm going to skin you back," I said as I reached
for his prick with my left hand, delicately drawing
back the thick hood to uncover the red strawberry
shaped glans.
	"You'll have to hold my skin back," he said. "It
doesn't lock back like yours."
	"Your rim's not as high as mine, and it's kind of
rounded." I played the water on the top and front of
his long tapered tip, and then drew his foreskin back
farther to lay bare the groove behind the head. "How
does that feel, right there?" I asked.
	"Oooohhh, nice, really nice," he replied. "My rim's
sensitive, and so's my gee-string underneath." I
lifted his prick to let me direct the spray on the
underside, playing it over the bottom of the head to
tickle his thick frenulum.
	"Now I'm going to pull back harder and make the head
bend down," I said as I increased the tension on his
skin and watched it pull the front of his tapered
glans down towards his balls.
	"Oooohhhh, that feels really good," he exclaimed as
the water jets caressed the sensitive underside and
taut gee-string, sending thrills through his prick.
	"Your balls are really tight against your body," I
commented as I watched his excitement mount. His
breathing had deepened, and now each breath sounded
like a grunt as the tension built in his body.
	"I can't hold out much longer," he whispered as his
splayed legs began to tremble.
	"Try to stay relaxed, Max," I urged as I continued to
spray his prick while keeping tension on the skin. The
fine jets splashed off the slender cock-head and ran
down his shaft.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted, caught up in the
excitement.
	"Your tip's getting darker now," I commented. "You're
really leaking fluid." The lubricant flowed from his
long slit to be rinsed away by the hard jets, and I
knew he would be shooting any second. "Stay relaxed."
	"I can't..." he cried as his eyes closed. His stomach
muscles contracted visibly as the volume of his grunts
increased.
	I felt the hard throb in his shaft as he bellowed in
joyful agony and the first thick stream erupted from
his tapered tip. His prick throbbed again as he cried
out helplessly.
	"Go for it!" I urged as I kept a tight grip on his
shaft, pulling back hard on the skin to make sure the
head remained exposed to the water jets and the
gee-string remained tensed. "I'm stretching your skin
for you." The downward-tipped head disgorged its jets
onto the floor.
	Max's consciousness had faded, or was totally
absorbed in the sensations wracking his body, because
he didn't answer me but just kept howling and
shooting. I raised his prick to point toward the
ceiling and his thick creamy jets arced between us,
falling to the floor of the shower to be washed away
by the running water. His entire body was in spasm
now, and the stray jets of cream that landed on my
arms felt boiling hot.
	Max's prick spurted again, tortured by the water
spray and my tight grip on his skin. His cries filled
the air and I watched his dark red tip shoot another
hot stream into the air. I knew exactly what he was
feeling, as I'd been writhing in orgasm only minutes
before.
	The next jet was weaker, and the following one merely
a dribble. Max was still in orgasm, his mind numbed by
the overpowering sensations, but he was running out of
fluid. I played the water jets on the front of his
hard naked glans now, rinsing away the dribble that
flowed from his long slit. Some of the jets penetrated
the opening, adding to his sensations, but his orgasm
was nearing its end.
	Now he was still, totally spent, and I released his
foreskin, watching it running downhill over the
tapered glans to engulf it completely. I kept the
water flowing to clean off the residue, as Max sank
into the inevitable daze that follows orgasm.
	A couple of minutes later, after I'd turned off the
water, he opened his eyes. I leaned forward to plant a
kiss on his soft lips, and he kissed me back hard,
tongue plunging into my mouth.
	"Man, that was hot," he said after we broke the kiss.
"I was in seventh heaven."
	"I saw that," I said. "I watched you creaming and
felt your prick throbbing."
	"That was hotter than I could have done for myself."
	"It always feels better when someone's doing it to
you." It had been the same way for me, each time Max
had brought me to orgasm. His touch on my prick always
felt better than my own.
	"Well, let's rinse off and go out to get something to
eat," Max urged. We got up and rinsed ourselves,
making sure no sticky semen stuck to our body hairs,
and dried each other lovingly. Max's erection had
dwindled and we hugged before getting dressed. We had
dinner in a French Restaurant and then came back to
get some much needed sleep. We knew that tomorrow
morning would bring a new adventure.

To be continued in Part 2.