Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2005 08:55:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Taped Cock

The Taped Cock
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

     I'd met Don through the jack-off network, and had
found him to be a level-headed guy, 65 years old, and
standing about 5'6", a bit shorter than I am. He had
short salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard
in contrast to my clean-shaven face. We both wore
glasses. He was only four years older than I, and we
shared a lot of characteristics, such as being devoted
to solo and mutual jacking. When he invited me to
spend a weekend at his house, I accepted eagerly.
     We'd met for dinner at an Italian restaurant that
Friday evening, and then had gone to his place, a
large detached house with a walled back yard. Next to
his patio was a sunken hot tub, which appeared very
attractive on that spring evening. It was right
outside the arcadia door to his bedroom, and we
quickly stripped down and went outside. I saw that
Bob's prick looked a lot like mine, a smooth shaft
with a large bulge in the skin covering the head, and
it tapered to a nipple in front, just as mine did.
However, the nipple was encased in white surgical
tape. When I asked about this, Don explained:
     "When I was a kid, my cock looked just like
yours. Puberty changed that. My big mushroom cock-head
just grew out of my foreskin. I ended up with the skin
covering only about three-quarters of my cock-head,
and I didn't like to have the tip of it exposed and
rubbing against my clothing. When I asked a doctor
what I could do about that, he just laughed and said
he could circumcise me. I didn't like that at all, and
never went back to that doctor. A few months ago, I
heard that I could stretch my foreskin by taping it
closed in front of the head. I tried that, and it
worked. Right now, my foreskin goes right to the end,
although I intend to keep taping until I've got a
nipple like yours. Here, let me show you what I've
got." He peeled the tape from the end of his hood, and
I watched the nipple disappear as the foreskin slipped
back to form a slight pucker right at the end of his
bulging mushroom head. I looked and nodded.
     "I like to skin back when I'm in the hot tub," he
said as he drew his ample foreskin back to lock behind
his high ridge. "The hot water feel good on my naked
tip. Anyway, I've had the tape on for three days, and
the head needs a good rinse." I did the same, and we
stepped into the tub, relishing the bubbles that
climbed up our bodies as we enjoyed the heat.
      "I'd heard of cut guys using tape to stretch the
skin of their cocks to form foreskins," I said as we
lolled in the water. "You're the only guy I'd heard of
or met who used tape to stretch what he already had.
It seems to be working."
     "Well, I feel that I just want a little more
length," he explained. "That's what I like about your
dick. You've got a nice long foreskin, and that must
give you a nice long stroke when you massage it.
Anyway, I'll find out how long a stroke you get when
we get serious later."
     During the conversation, I also found out that
he'd experimented extensively in subtle ways to
stimulate his cock, as I had, and we enjoyed sharing
techniques. Both of us would use different techniques
during a single session, sometimes jacking with our
foreskins, rolling them sensually over the head, but
also trying various bare-headed methods for variety.
Strangely, we didn't get very hard despite the sex
talk, although I felt my prick stirring with a
half-erection in the warm water. After about half an
hour, we'd had enough, and went inside to dry
ourselves.
     "I see your tip swells in the warm water, just
like mine," he observed. My cock-head was swollen and
glossy, with the foreskin still bunched up behind the
high ridge. His mushroom was purple and even wider
than my glans.
      "Well, I think the tight foreskin behind the
ridge forms a sort of tourniquet, making it swell," I
replied as I snapped my hood forward to re-cover my
glans. The hot water had relaxed the ring muscle in my
foreskin, and now the opening gaped, a one-inch
diameter orifice through which I could see the front
part of my domed glans. "I see yours really swells
too. How are you going to get the skin back over it?"
I asked. By this time we were both full-hard, and our
cocks were eager for stimulation.
     "No problem," Don said, reaching for a plastic
squeeze bottle on the bedside table. "This is
glycerin, which is a terrific lube and it mixes well
with pre-cum, unlike a lot of other artificial lubes.
Watch this." He pulled back hard on his foreskin,
exposing the deep groove behind the ridge, and
squeezed a few drops into the crack. Then he pulled
forward, and the hood slipped neatly over his glans,
stopping half-way down the length. Meanwhile the cool
air had made my hood shrink to its usual snug fit.
     "It gives a warm feeling, too, but much more
gentle than any sort of liniment. Here, try some." He
held the bottle over my cock and I pulled back hard on
my foreskin to let him squeeze some lube into my hood.
I pulled the foreskin forward, and felt the sensuous
friction as the tight ring of foreskin ran over my
high ridge, then down-hill to the end of my glans.
     "See, you've got enough skin for a full stroke,"
Don pointed out. "Mine only comes half-way up the
head. I reached for his cock, tugging gently but
unable to bring the hood farther down his swollen
glans. I pulled it all the way back, then forward,
with the same results. Now I shifted my grip and
grasped his foreskin with my five fingertips, right
over the ridge, and began stroking it sideways around
the corona. His cock throbbed in my fingers, and I
knew I'd reached him.
      "I think that'll take care of stroking your
foreskin," I said with a smile as I continued. Don
wrapped his fist around mine and began stripping it
back from the head slowly and lovingly as he commented
on my penis:
     "I really like your cock," he said. "It's not
only the long foreskin, it's the big German helmet
under it. I like the big flaring ridge because it
looks so sexy, and I like the way your piss-hole looks
like a teardrop. I like the pink color around the
hole, and how it darkens to purple farther back on the
head. Look at this." He pulled my foreskin back beyond
the rim, and we looked at the back-face of my ridge.
     "It's such a deep purple it's almost black," he
said. "It's also got those little studs you don't see
on too many guys. Those are all little nerve endings,
right?" he asked.
      "Yeah, they are, and they're very sensitive." I
recalled the times a partner had given me direct
action on those little nerve buds and brought on a
howling orgasm that left me helpless and gasping.
     "But most of all, I like that long foreskin," Don
said as he relaxed the tension and began dragging my
foreskin forward again as we sat on the queen-size
bed. Don had spread a large towel under us as we faced
each other, legs apart, and worked on our cocks. I
cupped Don's balls as I slowly rotated his foreskin
over the ridge of his big purple mushroom, and watched
the drops of pre-cum flowing down to mix with the
lubricant. In turn, he stroked my hood back and forth
in long, sensual strokes, and I felt the familiar
tickle in my cock-root as the first drops of lube
began their long crawl up my tube.
     After several minutes, Don's shaft became so
runny with lubricant that my fingers slipped over his
foreskin. I grasped his shaft-skin at the base and
pulled it hard to uncap his glans, glossy with
lubricant. I began running my fingertips slowly over
every inch of the tender surface, keeping my touch
very light so that I wouldn't precipitate his orgasm.
As each tear appeared at the cock-eye at the end of
his glans, I spread it over the delicate surface. At
the same time, I felt my glans sloshing around inside
the foreskin that Don kept stroking along its length.
Despite the lubrication dulling the friction, we were
both getting pretty hot, and it would be a guess as to
who'd go first into the uncontrolled free-fall of
orgasm.
     Don groaned, and I felt he was closer to the end
than I. I slowed my touches, and asked:
     "Ready for it now? I can make you come in just a
few seconds."
     "Oh, I'm ready to come, but try to stretch it
out, will you? I want to enjoy the plateau as long as
I can." I kept rubbing my fingertips over his hot,
swollen glans, hitting different places so as not to
tire out the nerve endings by excessive friction. I
watched Don's face as I massaged his glans with my
fingertip strokes, and saw his jaw tighten as his
arousal built. His stomach muscles started to contract
spasmodically, and I felt the surface of his mushroom
head harden under my fingertips. He was in the final
stage, anticipating the explosive release that was
seconds away, while I ministered to his lovely cock. A
steady dribble of clear fluid flowed from his opening,
and I felt his shaft harden and tighten in my fist.
His breathing was labored now, and I decided to go for
broke.
     My fingers danced over his swollen tissues, and
Don began going "Hah-hah-hah" as the orgasm rushed at
him. I saw his legs trembling in uncontrollable spasms
as I pumped more sensations into his cock-head. I felt
his hand relax around my cock, and then drop away as
the storm of orgasm occupied his entire attention. His
penis throbbed hard in my hand, and I heard him groan
"HAHHHHH!" as a hard jet of jizm shot from his tip
into my palm. His cock jerked again, and another hot
surge of cream shot into my hand to drop onto the
towel underneath. I saw his eyes were closed and his
lips had drawn back, exposing his teeth, as spasm
after orgasmic spasm wracked his body.
     More surges of white cream erupted from his
prick, but with less force now that his tank was
draining. The last few throbs in his prick produced
only dribbles that fell directly on to the towel under
his groin. He took a deep breath, then relaxed.
I was surprised at how quickly Don recovered from the
orgasm, because he was up and into the bathroom within
seconds after the last drops had dribbled from his
tip. I followed, watching as he washed his prick,
dried it carefully, and applied another ring of tape
around his extended foreskin.
     "Gotta keep it taped as many hours a day as I
can," he explained. "The longer I keep the skin
stretched out, the faster it'll take its new shape.
Now let's take care of your prick." My erection had
softened, and Don led me back to the bed, where I lay
flat on my back as he began rolling my limp cock
between his palms. This gave me pressure, friction,
and stretching, all on the same nerve endings, and it
had its effect. Within seconds, my cock was at full
attention, the engorged head hungering for more. Don
kept massaging my hot glans through the enveloping
hood, as I gasped and groaned, helpless on the bed.
     The overwhelming intensity of the sensations in
my dick washed out my conscious mind, leaving me in a
vegetative state, a mass of sensations. I was unaware
of the world around me, only the hot tingling feeling
in my cock. Don brought me over the edge, and I cried
out helplessly as the first hot throb in my cock-root
sent a white jet shooting from my orifice. Some flowed
under my foreskin, and I felt the hot liquid wash over
my sensitive glans. More throbs followed, and it felt
as if my cock-root was pumping out every drop of
liquid in my body. The torrent of white juice filled
my long hood and dribbled out the snug opening onto
the towel.
      I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, nor when
it ended. The transition from orgasm to the dazed
state that followed was seamless, and I gradually
became aware that Don had stopped rolling my prick
between his hands but was pressing a finger up along
the underside of the shaft, forcing out the last
droplets. I opened my eyes and saw that he had my
foreskin fully back, locked behind the ridge, and was
dabbing at the white drops that oozed from my tip. He
went into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth
moistened with hot water, and wiped the thick cream
off my still swollen glans. Then he pulled it forward
to envelop my shrinking cock-head and we snuggled up
for sleep.

     The end