Date: Fri, 6 May 2005 11:07:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Other Side, Adult Friends, 1/1

The Other Side
by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd met a jack-off buddy, "Naturalman," on the
Internet Chat, and enjoyed both real life and fantasy
sessions with him because we're both uncut. We live
far apart from each other, so real life meetings were
rare, but we kept in close touch by other means. One
of our few meetings was in Denver, when we both had to
be there on business. Bob's childhood friend Phil
lived there, and had invited us to stay with him.
Bob and Phil were both 53, younger than I, and Bob had
told me a little about him. Phil had been cut at
birth, and while they were kids Bob and Phil often
compared cocks, with Phil looking enviously at Bob's
intact version. They had played with each other's
pricks back then, and Phil had been fascinated the way
Bob's helmet was sheathed and protected by the fleshy
sleeve that slid easily back and forth.
We met that weekend at Phil's house, a large detached
model with a big back yard in Cherry Hills, and after
introductions sat down to chat. It was a hot summer
day, and Phil suggested get naked and sit around his
pool, protected from view by a high fence. Bob was
about 5'7", with a weight lifter's build, and salt and
pepper hair. Phil was about six feet, a couple of
inches shorter than I, and had a lean build. I had
some middle-aged fat around my waist, as I am too lazy
to work out regularly. We were all clean shaven.
As we sat together on the chaise-longue, we eyed each
other's crotches, and I noted that Bob and I had
medium-sized cocks, big, meaty helmets making our
ample foreskins bulge. My hood had a longer nipple
than Bob's, though. Phil's was about the same size,
three inches limp, with a large leathery purple helmet
ahead of a thick brown scar ring. Bob and I had high,
tight scrotums, while Phil's hung down noticeably. We
all had average pubic bushes.
"That's a neat scar ring," I commented. "I've seen a
lot that were jagged, but yours is a perfect circle."
"Yeah, the doctor told me he used a round metal clamp
on it. That's why it came out neat. I wish I hadn't
been cut, though. My prick would be more sensitive,
like you guys."
"Bob was telling me how sensitive his tip is," Phil
continued. "When we were kids, I noticed how just a
light touch on the head made him squirm. Mine's
nowhere near that sensitive."
"The first time I skinned it back when I was a kid,"
Bob began, "the tip was so sensitive that it was
almost painful to touch. I couldn't run a washcloth
over it, because it was too tender. Later, it got less
sensitive, and I was able to stroke it directly when I
jacked off. How about you, Jack?"
"Same here. Mine's very sensitive, too, and at first I
couldn't touch it even with a fingertip." I replied.
"The foreskin keeps it moist and tender. It also has a
lot of nerve endings in it, which is why it's very
pleasant to do this." I began rolling the long nipple
between two fingers, relishing the pleasant sensations
that filled my cock.
"Can I do that?" Phil asked. I quickly removed my hand
and felt Phil's electric touch, rolling my nipple the
way I had. My cock began to swell.
"I can do something for you, if it's okay," I
suggested. Phil nodded and I squeezed his purple glans
at the sides with thumb and forefinger, knowing this
would produce the bulbo-cavernal reflex in his
cock-root.
"Hey, that feels very nice," he said. "It makes my
cock-root throb." I saw his prick begin to swell, as
mine was doing.
"That works whether you're circumcised or not," I
explained, watching Phil's cock swell to full size as
I kept pinching his tip.
"Just watching you guys is making me hard," chimed in
Bob, whose cock was also rising. He twisted his
foreskin gently in his fingers, stretching the nerve
endings. It didn't take long for all of us to rise to
full mast, and we compared erections. I had exactly
six inches, with the head still covered by foreskin.
Bob's prick was slightly shorter than mine, and his
hood covered his head. Phil had about 6 1/2" with a
shapely glans at the end. We all had straight shafts.
. The skin was very tight on Phil's shaft, and when I
wrapped my fingers around it to pull the skin over his
rim, it hardly moved.
"I was cut real tight," he said regretfully. Phil
reached over to skin back Bob's hood, exposing the
shiny purple head, which was slightly more tapered
than mine. Phil turned to put his tip next to Bob's
comparing the dry, leathery texture of his against
Bob's tender glossy one.
Bob began tugging back slightly on mine, stretching
the tight pucker slightly, as I gasped. "Damn, that
feels nice," I said. My cock-head was full-hard, and
Bob was progressively stretching my long tight hood
back over its blunt nose.
"Will it come back all the way?" Phil asked anxiously.
"Oh, no problem," I replied. "It's just fun skinning
it back by stages. Bob continued to jiggle my hood
over the front of the head as I worked on Phil's
swollen tip, which now showed a clear drop in its long
slit. My other hand clamped tightly around the base of
his shaft, constricting the veins and making the head
bulge even more.
"That works on both kinds of cock, too," I said, as we
watched the surface of his glans stretch and become
glossy with tightness.
"I think your flaring rim's very sexy," I said, as I
worked his hot hard prick. Phil slipped his pinky
under Bob's hood, and worked it around, probing for
the flaring ridge that made a noticeable bulge in the
skin. He then gently eased Bob's hood all the way
back, and we watched the foreskin snap into the deep
groove behind the rim. Phil leaned forward, inhaling
the heavy, masculine odor of natural cock. "I love
that smell," he exclaimed. Bob had my hood halfway
back now, and Phil stared at the blunt nose, parted by
the teardrop shaped orifice. Bob's slit was oval now,
filled with slippery fluid, and Phil spread the drop
in small circles around the hole, listening to Bob
moan in delight.
I did the same on Phil's swollen head, working the
slippery liquid around his slit. Phil shuddered, and I
told him: "That also works with cut cocks." His cock
juiced copiously, and I slid my wet fingertip around
the sexy flaring rim, making him quiver in delight.
"I wish I had a hood," Phil moaned, as I massaged the
front of his glans.
"Maybe Jack can help," Bob suggested. His hood's
longer and more stretchy than mine, and he's docked me
with it. Maybe he can dock you."
"I know what docking is, but never did it," said Phil.
"Not many natural guys around to experiment."
"Well, let's give it a try," I said, lying down on the
chaise and pulling him against me.
Bob leaned over us, skinning my cock back completely,
and pushed our cocks head to head. I felt the warm
resilience of his glans against mine, and it was like
an electric tingle for both of us. We quivered in
delight as Bob held our pricks together. I began
pushing my hood downhill over my swollen tip, then
grasped the orifice with my fingertips to stretch it
over Phil's eagerly waiting glans. I tugged, watching
the ample hood stretch over his contours, enveloping
it in its warmth.
"AAAHHHH, that feels so nice," Phil groaned as the
edge of my foreskin snapped into the deep groove
behind his corona. I held it in place and began
jiggling it over both engorged cock-heads. Phil
reached up and began stroking Bob's swollen prick,
sliding the foreskin back and forth in long, sensual
strokes.
"I want to hold on to your prick while I come," Phil
said to Bob. "I really get off on foreskins."
Be my guest," Bob said. "It feels real nice to me."
Phil was really aroused now, and as I twisted my long
foreskin over both heads, I felt his swollen tip
thrust against mine. I knew he'd shoot soon, even
though his cock wasn't as sensitive as mine, because
of the psychic stimulation. Having a warm foreskin
over his engorged glans was driving his excitement
higher, and within seconds I felt his cock throb under
my fingers.
Our tips were pressed together tightly, and I hoped
that his first hot blast would shoot right into my
meatus and down my tube. I'd seen a guy on the Club
Stroke Chat who'd described this happening when he'd
docked, and the jet of hot semen burning down his tube
had triggered his own orgasm. I stared into Phil's hot
eyes, and saw them close as the wave of sensation
drowned him.
Phil groaned loudly, and I felt his cock-tip press
hard against mine as his first jet erupted. It didn't
shoot down my tube, but filled my foreskin as it
washed around my swollen glans from dome to rim, and
into the groove behind it. I was right behind him, and
my first jet burned its way up my tube before his
second load. My foreskin bulged as the hot juice
swirled around his head and began to leak from under
the edge behind his rim. My eyes closed, and I was
unaware of anything else as we were swept away by the
hot rush of orgasm. We were both heavily into it now,
gasping and crying out in pure joy at the intensity of
the sensations. I was aware only of the hot juices
swirling around my cock-head and wetting my clamping
fingers on his cock.
Our joy ended too soon, and when I opened my eyes I
saw Bob standing over us, his skinned-back cock
engorged and awaiting its turn. "I almost came right
then, watching you," he said, and I realized that when
Phil's orgasm had begun, he'd let go of Bob's cock. I
pulled Bob down between us, and cupped his balls with
my semen-filled hand as Phil slid his hood up and down
the engorged purple helmet. Bob groaned loudly at the
sensation of two men working on him, and he shuddered.

Bob was juicing so heavily that lube flowed down his
glans and over his foreskin and Phil's encircling
fingers. His foreskin became too slippery to pull
forward, and Phil's fingers hit his glans, the sudden
sharp contact making Bob tremble. I knew his swollen
glans was hot and tingly now because it turned darker
purple, and the back face of his flaring ridge became
almost black.
Bob's hot hard tip was in its final swelling as Phil's
caressing fingers sent hot sparks of sensation into
the sensitive nerve endings. I saw his eyes close as
he threw his head back and cried out; "Phil, Phil,"
with the onset of the storm.
I felt his cock-root pounding as I cupped his balls,
and saw the first white stream shoot ten inches into
the air, falling back to cover my hand and Phil's.
Phil twisted his fist on Bob's naked glans, sending
him screeching in joyful agony as another powerful jet
erupted from his swollen purple tip. Bob fell back,
his head hanging over the edge of the chaise as he
erupted again and again, white juice streaming over
our clasping hands and into his pubic hair.
Finally, Bob had emptied himself, and I felt his body
relax. When he opened his eyes, he smiled at us, and
we smiled back, happy at having shared one of the most
sensual and intimate experiences men can share.
We got up, and Phil led us into the shower stall off
his master bedroom. The stall was king-size, and the
three of us fit easily into it. We enjoyed the
torrents of hot water and soap suds that washed away
our accumulated cream, rinsing it out of our pubic
hairs, soaping it off our hands, until we were
squeaky-clean. Phil watched, fascinated, as we
stripped back our hoods and washed our tender tips,
replacing their sheaths when we'd rinsed off
thoroughly.
We were still hot from our exercise, and Phil
suggested that we refresh ourselves in his pool. We
dove in immediately, splashing around and frolicking,
but the weekend had just begun.

The end