Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 06:01:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sword Fight, Adult Friends, 1/1

Sword Fight
By Jackinnm

     Rich and I awoke after a long nap following our
morning's docking experience. The explosive orgasms
had left us drained, but several hours of sleep had
refreshed us. I was curled around Rich's body, feeling
his warmth against my chest and stomach, enjoying the
intimacy, and wondering how we'd spend the afternoon.
     "Too bad we didn't come together," he said as he
stirred against me.
     "Well, I had to be soft for your big helmet to
fit inside my foreskin," I answered.
     "Yeah, your skin's pretty roomy, but your big tip
takes up almost all the room when you're hard." He
turned to face me, and I felt his fingertips squeezing
the puckered nipple of my foreskin as he spoke. Now
that he was facing me, I gently pinched his glans with
thumb and forefinger.
     "What you're doing feels good," I said as I felt
my glans sliding around inside my fleshy sheath. The
gentle friction and the stretching of my foreskin were
arousing me, and I felt my prick swelling under his
fingers.
      "It feels good to me too," he said with his
usual warm smile. "I'd like to feel your hard tip
right up against mine when we come."
     "That sounds good to me. Got any ideas?"
     "Ever try sword-fighting?" he asked as he worked
my prick up to full hardness.
      "What's that?" I asked. Rich's penis was also
hard now, swollen to its full six inches. Our
erections were exactly the same length from pubic bone
to the end of the glans. My foreskin formed a thick
pucker just beyond the end of the head.
      "We go tip to tip, rubbing and slapping our big
tips against each other. It's like docking, but
without the foreskin." He pulled away to sit facing
me. I sat up as well, and let Rich place his right leg
over my left thigh, then pull my right leg over his
left thigh. We were about a foot apart, and our hot
hard pricks spanned the gap between us, heads
touching. I squeezed the neck of his penis, between
the flaring rim of his helmet and the thick brown scar
ring, and felt his glans throb against mine in
response.
     "I like this," I said. It would be nice if we
came together this way." Rich's skilled fingers were
rotating my foreskin around the head, sending ripples
of sensation down my shaft.
     "I like it a lot, Jack. I really enjoy feeling
your fingers on my cock."
     "Your prick feels so warm," I said. "I like
feeling its hardness, and knowing that my touch feels
good to you."
     "I'm going to retract your foreskin," he said.
"You've got to be bare-headed for sword-fighting. Good
thing your skin locks behind the high rim and stays
out of the way."
      "We both have high rims," I replied. "Just push
the foreskin back and it'll stay there." Rich's warm
fingers expertly pushed my foreskin back over the head
until it snapped down behind the flaring rim. The
enticing odor of my wet glans and foreskin filled the
air, causing Rich to comment:
     "Man, I love smelling your prick. It really turns
me on. Now I'm going to lube us with Astroglide," he
said. "You know what that is." He reached for the
plastic bottle on the bedside table and poured a few
drops onto my glans, spreading it with the fingertips
of his other hand, then lubricated his helmet the same
way.
      "I love that feeling," I said. "That Astro gives
me a warm feeling in the head." I was enjoying the
delicious sensation of warmth pervading the sensitive
surface of my glans. Rich now grasped our pricks by
their shafts, carefully keeping his fingers away from
my sensitive helmet because he knew that direct
friction would drive me over the edge too quickly.
      "I'm really glad our tips are the same size and
shape," he said. We both had large purple helmets,
with rounded front dome expanding to high flaring
ridges that had sexy turn-ups at the back. Our coronas
swept forward and down to meet under the heads in thin
weld lines joining the twin lobes that bulged under
the heads. The twin lobes framed triangular grooves
under our heads, and in the grooves were our
gee-strings. Although Rich had been circumcised, the
doctor had not removed his gee-string, thereby
preserving an important seat of sensation. Our slits
were medium size, and they pouted to form teardrop
shaped orifices with erection. Normally, his exposed
glans was dry, with a leathery texture because it was
constantly exposed to the air, while mine was always
smooth and moist under its protective foreskin. Now,
both were wet and glossy with lubricant.
      "Now I'll show you what sword-fighting is like."
He pressed our tips together and brushed his from side
to side against the front of mine. The lips of our
slits caught against each other, spreading under the
gentle friction, producing a deliciously subtle and
exciting sensation, an erotic tickle that excited us
both.
      "That's really reaching me," I said as he
continued the erotic side to side swiping.
"Your tip's so smooth," he whispered. He leaned
forward to kiss me lightly on the lips. I caressed his
shoulders with both hands, then moved down his body to
the insides of his thighs. My left hand crept between
his legs to cup his scrotum, which was already
contracting with excitement.
      "Yours feels smooth against mine," I replied. "I
like the way our slits are rubbing against each other.
That turns me on too."
      "Now let's try something else," he said as he
adjusted his position, shifting forward and letting
his swollen glans slip under mine. His upturned ridge
rubbed against the twin lobes under my glans, also
brushing the sweet spot of my gee-string. I felt a
throb deep inside as my cock-root responded to this
stimulation.
      "Did you feel me throbbing?" I asked. "You're
really turning me on with this."
      "I know I'm turning you on," he replied. "Mine
throbbed too." He continued the gentle back and forth
motion, rocking his pelvis to thrust his glans forward
and back under my helmet, the corona sliding smoothly
against my twin bulges and frenulum.
      "This feels so intimate, your smooth helmet
sliding against mine," I murmured. I was very aroused,
and followed an irresistible impulse to lean forward
and kiss him, a light dry kiss that expressed my
affection for him, not only because of the sexual
excitement, but for his warm personality.
      "That was nice," he said when I retreated. "Now
let's switch." He swung his penis in a small circle,
bringing his glans over mine, and pressed the bulges
under his helmet against my flaring rim and the thick
foreskin collar behind it. Now he resumed his slight
thrusting, and I felt the bulges sliding back and
forth over my corona, sending sweet tickles into my
glans.
      "That's it, Rich, rub your gee-string over my
ridge," I said, encouraging him to stimulate our tips.
Now he lifted his penis and brought it down in a slap
against my glans. The shock wave from his hard helmet
colliding with mine went through my glans, stimulating
the deep-seated nerve endings. He did this several
times, from the top, bottom, and from both sides, each
delicious shock exciting me even more. Now he stopped
and spoke:
      "Does it hurt if I pull your skin all the way
back?" he asked. "Right now it's filling the groove
behind your ridge and I want to pull it back so that I
can see the back of your rim." I felt his fingers
begin to tug tentatively on my shaft skin, drawing the
thick fleshy foreskin collar back from my corona.
      "It doesn't hurt; it feels good. Just keep
pulling on it. That stretches the nerve endings in my
foreskin," I answered. His fingers tightened on my
skin, gently drawing it away from my flaring flange.
      "I really like the way your tip looks, all naked
like that. Pulling the skin back from it makes it
stand out, just like mine." He eased himself forward
slightly so that the twin lobes under his glans
touched the back of my corona. Now he began moving his
penis in small circles around mine, so that the backs
of our flaring flanges rubbed against each other. His
glans slid down the left side of mine, his corona
caressing mine, sending hot thrills into the sensitive
nerve endings.
      "Ohhhhhh" I moaned, feeling the sharp stabs of
sensation as his hard flange caressed the back face of
mine and the nerve endings in the groove behind it.
"Feeling your rim against my rim and the groove is
really hot," I whispered, barely able to speak because
my mind was focused on the tantalizing sensations.
      "It's the same for me," he whispered back. "Your
flange feels so hard, rubbing against mine. I'm really
sensitive back there, especially the skin between my
rim and the scar." His corona was now in contact with
the underside of my penis, caressing the twin lobes
and the gee-string, and I responded by gently kneading
his testicles, feeling them slide inside his tight
sac.
      "Both our helmets are getting darker," I said.
"Your rim feels really hard. Your helmet's swollen
like mine." As I spoke, Rich slid his glans up my
right side, the sharp flange digging into the groove
behind my rim, as well as caressing the back of my
engorged rim. I saw a large drop of clear fluid
filling the space between the pouting lips of his
slit.
      "This is so hot^Å." He trailed off as he
continued to move his glans in circles around mine.
Now his head was on top of mine, and the drop of
lubricant oozed down onto my shaft. Our helmets were
fully engorged in the final swelling that precedes
orgasm, and I felt the familiar ache in my glans,
telling me that my penis urgently needed release.
      "Want to come like this?" I asked. "I don't
think we can hold off much longer."
      "No, we'll finish off tip to tip," he said as he
moved back just enough so that the round front domes
of our swollen helmets touched. His slit was sliding
sideways against mine, repeating the exciting
sensations that had begun our sword-fight.
      "My helmet's so swollen it almost hurts," I
said. "I guess yours is too. We both need to come."
      "Mine's swollen too, and starting to tingle," he
whispered. "How does yours feel?" I was pumping
sensations into his body, caressing the insides of his
thighs with one hand while my other hand kneaded his
scrotum.
      "Mine's tingling too. I think we can make it
together, and really share the experience." Rich took
a deep breath, then spoke:
      "Okay, here's what we'll do. I'll use my hand to
hold our heads together, and we'll shoot against each
other." He wrapped the warm fingers of his right hand
around our swollen heads and his other hand cupped my
balls, compounding my excitement.
      "I want to kiss you while we come," I whispered,
and he leaned forward to touch his soft lips to mine.
Suddenly, I felt his hand twist around our swollen
tips, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply
into my glans. The hot tingle in my helmet exploded
and my eyes closed as I pressed my lips against his.
      "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Rich moaned as I felt
his hot jet erupt onto the front of my glans and mine
followed a split second later. I was moaning too as
the hot stream rushed up my urethra to shoot onto his
hard, throbbing helmet. The warmth of his semen added
to my sensations. His encircling fingers kept the hot
fluid trapped and our streams mixed and ran all over
our throbbing tips as we moaned in ecstasy.
      I felt his helmet hammering mine with its hard
throbs, sending hot waves into my glans as his fingers
twisted around our coronas to intensify our
sensations. He cried out in blissful agony as the
orgasm consumed him, as mine was consuming me. I felt
his moans against my lips as his hot hard glans
continued to throb against mine, shooting its fiery
jets against my sensitive tissues.
      We were totally lost in the mindless frenzy of
our mutual orgasms, our bodies straining against each
other, cock-roots contracting spasmodically, emptying
ourselves in blissful streams of life-fluid. I was
feeling his orgasm as he was feeling mine, loc
ked together by our throbbing helmets and our eager
lips.
      Suddenly, my tip became too sensitive, and I
struggled against him as I cried out: "AH! AH! AH!" He
released me as I pulled away, and our straining tips
continued to pour white streams onto the bed between
us. I opened my eyes and saw our deep purple helmets
still oozing, bobbing up and down with each
contraction of our cock-roots.
      "I know, I know," he whispered. "My tip became
too sensitive at the same time." The throbbing in our
cocks hadn't yet stopped, and we locked our lips
together for another kiss, a deep one this time, with
his thick tongue probing into my mouth as we moaned in
pure joy.
      The hot frenzy slowly left us, and our breathing
returned to normal as our spasms lessened and then
stopped. We stared, stupefied, at our still hard cocks
pointing at each other.
      I really loved that," I said. "This is what I
missed last time. I really wanted to feel your hot tip
throbbing against mine while I was coming, but we
couldn't do that when we docked this morning."
      "I'm with you, Jack. This morning was great, but
even shooting inside your foreskin wasn't as hot as
feeling your tip shooting against mine."
      "You've really got a beautiful penis," I
reflected. "It felt so good against mine."
      "Yours is beautiful, too, both ways. I love to
see it with the skin back and the big helmet standing
out, and with the skin covering it, with the outline
showing through it. Feeling it shooting its cream
against mine was sensational."
      "Thanks for sharing," I said, as I leaned
forward again to kiss his hot lips. This time I pushed
my tongue between them, and felt his hard smooth
teeth, and then the roughness of the upper surface of
his tongue. We were breathing through our noses as we
held the kiss for over a minute, as I explored the
inside of his mouth.
      The let-down was creeping over us, the fatigue
that inevitably follows a hot orgasm, and the warm
afterglow pervaded our bodies. We relaxed, our eyes on
each others' bodies, watching our pricks soften and
droop, relishing the moment of tenderness.
      "We ought to get up and shower," he said. "Then
we've got to change the sheets." We disentangled
ourselves and headed for the bathroom. Rich turned on
the water and we relaxed under the hot spray. The hot
water sluicing over my naked glans stimulated my
bladder reflex.
      "I've got to pee," I said. Rich's fingers
slipped my foreskin forward over the head and pinched
the end.
      "Go ahead, let go. I want to hold your foreskin
shut while you do it. I've seen other guys with
foreskins do it this way, and I want to hold yours
while you pee." My sphincter relaxed and the flow
began, first as a trickle that ran down my urethra
with a pleasant tickle, then as a heavy gush that made
my foreskin balloon until I couldn't stand it any
more. Rich let go, and the thick yellow gush shot out,
falling to splash over our feet and down the drain.
Rich's flow matched mine, because he too had been
affected by the hot water coursing over his naked
glans, and we stood together until we were utterly
drained.
      "I like to pee after orgasm," he said. "That
always flushes my tube." He pressed a fingertip into
my urethra behind my scrotum and carefully milked me.
I did the same for him. Then we soaped each other's
bodies, enjoying the sensations as the warm water
rinsed the suds from our bodies. Rich carefully
skinned me back to let the water remove the residue
from my glans and hood, then replaced my foreskin in
its normal position, handling my penis is his usual
loving manner.
    The end