Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2005 04:24:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Variety with Tommy, Adult Friends, 1/1

Variety With Tommy 
by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Tommy was coming over that Saturday morning, and he
had something new to show me. I looked forward to
seeing him again, as he had been my favorite jacking
buddy before his company had transferred him far away
30 years ago. 
At the time, we were both in our 20s, and
experimenting with sex, much less experienced than
we'd later become. We'd found that it was fairly easy
for us to come together because our timing was
synchronized almost perfectly. As we both had
foreskins, we did not find it awkward or unfamiliar to
handle each other's equipment with loving care, even
though anatomically we were somewhat different. 
Tommy was a little shorter than my six feet, and his
cock slightly longer, with a short hood that
immediately pulled back from the relatively small
acorn on the end. He looked enviously at my large
rounded purple helmet, and was fascinated by my ample
overhanging foreskin that ended in a long nipple
beyond the end of the glans when soft. When my cock
was hard, Tommy would caress it with long, loving
strokes, drawing the foreskin fully back from the
head, baring the deep groove behind my flaring ridge,
then bring it forward to engulf the bulging head. I'd
jiggle his skin collar, bringing it halfway up his
glans, as far as it would go. 
Tommy's tip, though smaller than mine, was more
sensitive, maybe because all of the millions of nerve
endings were concentrated in its small surface, and he
usually reached climax before I did. When he'd come,
I'd be close behind him, and watching him shoot and
feeling his cock throb in my hand would inevitably
trigger my orgasm and I'd join him in mindless,
groaning ecstasy.
Another difference between us was that Tommy shot,
while I usually dribbled. Tommy's tip had a small,
tight hole at the end, forcing the juice out in hard
jets that formed long trajectories in the air. My
orifice was large and teardrop shaped, and when I came
my cream would just flow from it, running down my
glans and shaft onto his encircling fingers. 
I had introduced Tommy to the vibrator, and enjoyed
watching his face as I pressed the large round disc
against the underside of his tip, compressing his
gee-string. He told me that the vibrations spread
through his tip, shaft, and even down to his balls,
giving him what felt like a strong urge to pee. He'd
try to relax completely, but within 30 seconds he'd
find his legs twitching as his prick began to throb,
releasing his juice in long arcs. I'd hold his cock up
with one hand as I pressed the vibrator's disc against
it with the other, feeling the throbs in his cock as
it disgorged its loads of cream in long thin jets.
Tommy would return the favor, first pressing the disc
against the underside of my foreskin-covered head,
then slowly stripping back the protective hood so that
he could get direct contact with the gee-string.
Sometimes he'd run the disc up and around my high,
flaring ridge, making me moan with delight as the
waves of sensations invaded my cock and brought me to
new heights. Within a minute at most, he'd have me
gasping and groaning, filling my engorged cock with
sensations that triggered my orgasm. My cock would
throb and pour its load onto this fingers, while I
cried out in agonized ecstasy.
Tommy and I enjoyed docking, too, and we often did
that for variety. We fit together well, but we were
lucky that way. Successful docking doesn't just
require a foreskin; you need one long and loose enough
to accommodate another cock-head, and Tommy could
never have docked with anyone using his foreskin
because it wasn't long enough to cover even his small
tip during erection. Mine, on the other hand, was
ample, but my king-size glans filled most of it, and
there was room only for a small tip like Tommy's. 
Tommy would always take the initiative, placing the
end of his hard prick in front of mine, and spreading
the end of my hood with his fingers. He'd pull my
foreskin over his glans, and hold it in place by
clamping his fist around the end, which reached behind
his rim. I'd feel the nose of his cock-head probing
deeply inside my foreskin, sliding down the triangular
groove under the head, or along the broad upper
surface until it reached the groove behind my ridge
and could go no farther. Tommy would slide his cock
back and forth, absorbing the delicious friction,
until he had to come. His tip would swell under my
foreskin and become harder, and I knew his storm would
erupt within seconds.
I'd feel his turgid glans throb and the first hot jet
would spray against the inside of my foreskin, washing
over my swollen glans. Tommy's cock would throb again,
pumping more cream into my distended foreskin and
filling up the groove behind my ridge. This would
trigger my climax, and we'd groan together as waves of
orgasm washed over us and the cream would begin
leaking from under my foreskin. Between us, we always
shot at least three tablespoons of cream, and
sometimes four, making a thick white puddle on the
towel we always spread between us. 
When he'd moved away, it was the end of an era for me,
and although I'd found other very enjoyable partners,
I still missed him. He'd called me up to say he was
back in town, and we'd had dinner together the evening
before. We'd both aged visibly, with gray hair
replacing his blond hair and my brown. I'd put on more
weight than he had, and it showed. 
Now the doorbell rang and when I opened it Tommy was
there, smiling at me though his trifocals. He had a
box in his hand, and I was sure it contained the
surprise. We went immediately into my bedroom,
impatient with small talk and eager to get naked and
catch up for 30 years' absence. Tommy's waist had
thickened somewhat, as I'd expected, while mine had
thickened more. 
We were both naked and erect when Tommy spoke:
"Gee! Your cock's shorter than I remember." He was
right. The fat pad that had built up over my pubic
bone had engulfed the base of my shaft, so that now I
measured exactly six inches instead of the six and
¾" that I'd had during my younger years. 
"Your tip's just as big, though," he continued. "Do
you shoot as far as you used to?" I asked. "Yes, I
do," he replied. "I think I even shoot more juice than
I used to." 
"What did you bring?" I asked, impatient with
curiosity. Tommy opened the box and showed me his
electro-sex kit. I'd seen one before, as another
friend had demonstrated it on me a while back. When I
informed Tommy that I 'd tried one before, he seemed
slightly disappointed, but immediately asked me: "Did
you enjoy it?"
I nodded affirmatively, and he appeared to relax
somewhat. "Good," he said. "I'd been worried that
maybe you wouldn't like it. Some guys are like that,
you know. They're either afraid of electricity, or it
feels so strange to them that they don't enjoy it." 
"I enjoy it. How do you want to use it?" Tommy began
to explain to me that the best way for us would be to
place an electrode between our butt cheeks, which
wasn't difficult because we were both bubble-butts.
That would allow the longest current path, contacting
the anus and passing through the prostate, cock-root,
shaft, glans and foreskin. We would have to dock
before he turned on the control box, to complete the
current path. 
We lay facing each other on the bed, a thick towel
under our rigid cocks. Tommy arranged the control box
between us, and squeezed conductive jelly from a tube
onto one electrode before placing it between my
cheeks. He then placed the other one between his
cheeks, and grasped my foreskin with his fingertips,
sliding it over his glans and clamping it behind his
rim with his fist. It was very slippery under my hood
because we'd both been seeping natural lubricant.
"This is a good conductor, so we don't have to use
jelly here," he explained. With his free hand, he
turned on the current, and I felt the familiar tingle
in my lower body. 
He turned the power know up, and the tingle increased,
traveling into my rectum and prostate, then following
my cock-root and shaft until it reached my glans and
foreskin. Tommy then set the box to "pulse," and the
current began turning on and off, in exciting pulses
that made our cock-roots throb with each one. He
increased the power, and I felt my body begin to
quiver with each pulse. My legs began twitching, as
did Tommy's, and I knew we were being taken along the
path to climax faster than we'd prepared for.
I felt Tommy's cock jerk against my glans inside my
foreskin with each pulse. It also felt as if the skin
of my cock tightened down with each surge of current.
Tommy increased the power again, and we both began
groaning in time with the pulses; "Hunh, Hunh, Hunh."
Orgasm was only seconds away. 
Tommy turned the power know another increment and
cried out as his cock throbbed in orgasm. I felt the
throb against my glans an instant before a hot jet
shot from his tip, filling the groove behind my ridge.
My cock throbbed from root to tip as my juice began
surging up its tube. We both moaned loudly,
rhythmically, in time with the pulses as they pulled
the orgasms from our bodies. My hood was distending
with surges of hot cream, and my mind was totally
focused on the overpowering sensations in my prick. My
eyes closed involuntarily with the intensity of the
sensations, and I didn't see our juices dripping from
under my foreskin. Tommy's jets kept shooting hard
against my glans, and I responded with liquid surges
of my own that overflowed from the encircling sleeve. 
At some point Tommy cut the current, because I felt
the pulses stop, although our cocks kept throbbing
with the residual sensations of orgasm for many
seconds afterward. Our breathing slowly returned to
normal, and I opened my eyes to see Tommy's face,
haggard with the effort of orgasm. Our cocks began
softening, and his glans slipped out from inside my
hood. A great gush of white liquid came out with it,
and we grabbed tissues to wipe the cream from our
cocks. 
Tommy removed the electrodes and we went to the
shower, eager to rinse off the sweat, lubricant, and
semen from our bodies. We spent ten minutes under the
hot water, soaping each other and enjoying the
sensations, and even emptying our bladders down the
drain to flush the residue from our pricks. After we
dried ourselves, we drank martinis, and planned our
next sexy adventure.

The end