Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 14:53:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jacksantoro1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beginning with Paul, Part 5, Beginnings 5/?

                          Beginning with Paul, Part 5

                           By Jacksantoro1@yahoo.com



Personal note: Often while writing a story, I find myself becoming
aroused. I don't always find my penis swelling but when I go to pee,
there's a drop of clear lubricant emerging from my meatus. I don't know
if this happens to other authors, but would appreciate some feedback.
       If you read my stories, does your prick start leaking lubricant?
       If you write erotic stories, do you become aroused while composing
the story?
       Now let's begin Part 5:

       Paul and I got into the shower, enjoying the warm water flowing
over our bodies. We lovingly soaped each other, and Paul watched as I
pinched the end of my long foreskin and let the fleshy sleeve fill with
urine until it was distended to twice the diameter of my prick. When I
let go, the yellow gush dropped to the shower floor, and Paul immediately
grasped the end of my foreskin nipple and pinched it shut as my stream
continued to flow. He let go and repeated the cycle several more times
until I was drained. Meanwhile, the warm water flowing over his naked
glans had induced urination, and our streams mixed before going down the
drain.
       "I'm sure you noted how fast Jimmy gout out of here," he
commented.
       "Yes I did, but I didn't think anything of it," I responded.
       "That's the way he is, although he was better than average this
evening. I think he wanted to make a good impression on you."
       "He made a terrific impression on me," I replied. "The way his
high pressure jet of cream shot right down my tube sent me flying.
That's never happened to me before, I think I told you, and that really
triggered a hot orgasm for me."
       "I'm really glad you got a lot out of docking Jimmy, but
there's more to him than that. He's sometimes gotten his jollies and
left me high and dry. He comes and goes, so to speak." This struck me
hard. There's a convention that each partner in a sexual encounter must
reach satisfaction, and it's immoral and inconsiderate to leave your
partner unsatisfied if you come first.
       "I didn't know that," I said in a weak voice. This certainly
changed my opinion of Jimmy.
       "It's the kind of guy he is," explained Paul. "It also has to
do with the work he does. Jimmy's basically a politician, an
opportunist. He's really only out for himself. He's attached himself to
this mayor's administration because he sees it as a stepping-stone to
higher things. Once you're no longer useful to him, he's gone."
       "He's that bad?" I asked.
       "Yes he is," emphasized Paul. "A good friend of mine used to
have a relationship with Jimmy. He believed Jimmy really loved him. It
turned out that Jimmy was only using him. My friend was a friend of the
party chairman, the guy who helped the present mayor get elected, and
Jimmy was only using him to get to know the chairman. Once he made the
connection, and got himself a job at City Hall, he dropped my friend
flat. Suddenly my friend didn't hear from him anymore. He tried to phone
him, but all he ever got was his voice mail, and Jimmy never returned his
calls. It hit him hard." Hearing this, I felt weak. This was a totally
different side of Jimmy, one that I hadn't suspected.
       "Then why did you invite him here?" I asked.
       "Just to give you a warning," Paul said. "You work for a
newspaper. Maybe one day Jimmy's going to get close to you because he
needs some favorable press. He might run for office some day. If ever he
expresses an interest in you, and tries to get close to you, watch out!
Once he has no further use for you, you cease to exist for him." We
continued to stand under the shower spray as Paul spoke, wasting water
but certainly getting thoroughly rinsed. Finally, Paul turned off the
shower and we got out, sharing a towel to dry each other.
       Paul lovingly patted my prick with the towel, and then pushed back
my long foreskin until it was bunched behind the rim so that he could dry
my glans. He'd set a plastic squeeze bottle of Astroglide on the
bathroom counter, and now he squirted a drop onto my helmet and worked my
foreskin back and forth a few times to spread the lubricant. As I'd just
been drained my prick swelled only slightly with the gentle friction.
       We finished drying off and went into the bedroom. He sat on the
side of the bed and looked up at me. I was getting ready to put on my
clothes when he said:
       "You're welcome to stay the night, Jack. I know you have to work
too, but you don't live all that far from here. In the morning, you can
shower and shave here while I fix breakfast, or if you need a change of
clothes, you're only five minutes away from here." This was a generous
offer, and I nodded acceptance. I was still shocked by what he'd told me
about Jimmy, and I was glad that Paul was a solid character who wasn't
just courting me for selfish ends. I climbed in beside him and hugged
him.
       "Thanks, Paul," I said. "I really appreciate it. It's going to
be a little inconvenient going home in the morning for fresh clothes, but
it's worth it because I really want to spend the night with you." We
kissed "Good Night" and dropped off to sleep, fingers wrapped around
each others' pricks, like long-term lovers.
       This intimacy was something we both enjoyed. Feeling Paul's warm
fingers gently squeezing my prick, sliding the foreskin in very slight
movements over my helmet, was not as much arousing as comforting,
especially after having experienced an intense, jarring orgasm that had
utterly drained me. I gave his big helmet small squeezes too, until I
dropped off to sleep.
       We were both wide awake at four. We'd slept so deeply that we
felt completely refreshed, and even if we hadn't had the pressure in our
bladders, we would have been fully erect. As it was, our hot hard pricks
throbbed in each other's fingers, and we both knew that we had to blow
our loads again.
       "It's nice to wake up like this," Paul said as he gave my
helmet a squeeze through the enveloping skin. I squeezed him back and
felt the responsive throb as the root of his prick contracted in reflex.
       "I've got five hours before I've got to be at work," I said.
"That gives us a lot of time."
       "I'd like to dock again with you, but this time we'd try
something new."
       "What's that?" I enquired.
       "You know I get stuff from the store at a discount. One of the
toys I've got is an electro-stimulation kit."
       "I've heard of those, but never used one," I commented.
       "Are you interested?" he asked. "It's a whole new range of
sensations."
       "I'll be glad to try it," I answered. "How does it work?" He
disengaged himself from me and took a box from the closet.
       "This is the power box, with all the controls," he said. "It's
powered by an internal rechargeable battery and has all the controls. The
wires plug in here in the front."
       "Where do the wires go?" I asked. In reply he took out two
adjustable circular bands.
       "Here, let me fit one around the base of your cock, like this,"
he said. He slipped the band down my shaft and when it was around the
base, pulled the free end through the buckle to make a snug fit. "See?
They're elastic." He put the other one around the base of his shaft and
tightened it to fit.
       "These are conductive, but to make sure we have good contact
I'll put on some conductive jelly," he explained as he squirted a few
drops from a squeeze bottle on each of the bands. We watched the liquid
soak in. It felt cold against the skin of my prick but warmed quickly,
spreading around the circumference.
       "I'm going to put a towel under us," he said. He put a folded
towel under our pricks as we turned toward each other. "We'll really
need it. I think we'll be shooting tremendous loads with this set-up."
       "Now we attach the wires," he said as he plugged in the leads.
One went to the socket on my band and the other to his. The other ends
plugged into the power box.
       "Now I'll put some conductive liquid on my tip. You put some
inside your skin. That way we'll have good contact between our dicks,"
he instructed. I followed his lead and worked my hood back and forth
several times to make sure the liquid was spread evenly over my swollen
helmet.
       "That feels a lot like Astroglide," I commented.
       "It's water and glycerin based, somewhat like Astroglide, but
with a little salt added to increase the conductivity," he said. "Now
let's put our dicks together before I turn on the power. We have to have
our cocks connected. The current follows the path of least resistance,
and it goes from the base of your cock to the tip, into my tip, and down
to the base of mine." We lay facing each other and I quickly drew my
foreskin out and over his swollen glans, stretching it right out to the
deep groove behind his flaring corona.
       "You keep your fingers wrapped around your skin to make sure we
stay connected and I'll work the power box," he told me. I kept my
fingers firmly wrapped around my foreskin, clamping it into his groove
and trapping both helmets inside the stretchy, fleshy sleeve. He pushed a
button on the power unit and a few seconds later twisted a knob. I felt a
mild tingle in my prick.
       "I can feel that," I told him."
       "Good," he said. "Does it feel nice?"
       "I'm not sure," I answered. "It feels funny, that's for
sure." I saw him twist the knob slightly and felt the tingle intensify.
       "That's about 40 percent," he said. "How does that feel?" I
thought it was pleasant, although strange.
       "It feels like a nice tingle," I said. Paul twisted the knob
again, and I felt the augmented current take hold of my prick, sending a
thrill right down to the root.
       "Think you could come that way?" he asked.
       "I'm not sure," I replied. "It's funny, but it's not enough
to make me come." As I spoke I began working my foreskin along both our
swollen tips, feeling their contours through the thick flesh.
       "Keep stroking us," Paul instructed me. "Very few guys come
with the first try at electro, but I'm sure we can come the regular way.
The electro can make it more intense for us while we're docking." He
twisted another knob, and the pattern of sensations changed. Now instead
of a steady tingle, it felt like a series of pulses, about one per
second.
       "Each pulse is making the root of my prick contract," I told
him. He twisted the first knob farther clockwise, and the pulses became
more intense. I felt my scrotum contract sharply with my mounting
excitement.
       "It's doing it to me, too," he said. "Just keep working that
skin." Paul's balls were also tight against his body, and he hugged me
to him with his free hand while he adjusted the controls.
       "We're both getting there, I think. My helmet's all swollen and
I can feel yours getting bigger and harder through my foreskin." Now our
breathing was shallow and more rapid. Paul had begun to thrust his prick
against me, and I felt the hardness of his rounded helmet press into the
front of mine. He twisted the first knob slightly more, and the pulses
shooting through my prick became harder, making me moan each time.
       "It's not painful yet, is it?" he asked.
       "No, but almost," I gasped.
       "The dividing line between pleasure and pain is very thin with
electro. I have to be careful to use just enough to make you hot and yet
stay on this side of the line." He twisted the knob again, almost
imperceptibly, and the tension built rapidly in my body.
       "Okay, that's it," he said. "I think we've got enough current
flowing to help us through. Just keep stroking that skin!" Paul was
thrusting harder now, and I felt that the fronts of our helmets were
being crushed with each thrust, stimulating the deep-seated nerve
endings. Meanwhile, the pulses shot through my prick, hitting the nerves
themselves, heightening my sensations. My full bladder added to the
tension.
       "Your helmet's really hard," I observed. "I can feel the
hardness of your rim through my foreskin."
       "Yours feels harder each time I push against it," Paul said. We
were each on the plateau, glans swollen to final hardness. The nerve
endings just under the surface were being compressed each time our tips
bumped against each other. The sensations were more intense than when our
helmets were still somewhat spongy.
       We were really caught up in a whirlwind of sensations now, and my
glans ached for the release that would inevitably follow in a minute or
less. I felt a small spasm deep inside, and a moment later the tickle of
a drop of natural lubricant began crawling up my urethra.
       "I can't stay relaxed," I said in an agonized whisper.
       "I can't either, Jack. Just let things happen now. The feeling
is just out of this world."
       "My tip's got that tickle and it's also tingling," I whispered
as my eyes closed.
       "Me too..." he trailed off and from that moment we were
wordless, just following our bodies, drawn into the vortex that was
swallowing us. My awareness contracted to where my prick joined his, and
the hot pulses coursing through my glans and shaft. Each pulse shot
through the nerves in my prick with the speed of light, producing a
muscular contraction deep inside me. The tension built until it was
unbearable and then I felt a hot tingling spark shoot down my prick to
the root, making it vibrate.
       My world exploded as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep
inside me. A torrent of hot lava burned its way up my urethra to gush
into my foreskin and over Paul's hot swollen glans. He cried out as his
helmet throbbed hard against mine, expelling his hot life-juice
forcefully against mine.
       I was moaning and grunting, pumping my cream copiously into my
foreskin, each contraction intensified by the rhythmic pulses that
wracked my prick every second. The bumps against my helmet, the friction
from my foreskin, and the powerful vibrations induced by the magic pulses
combined to make me shoot my cream in powerful gushes. Paul and I clung
to each other, our throbbing pricks gushing the cream that blended inside
my foreskin and swirled around our helmets right back to the coronas. I
felt his helmet hammer against mine again as it spit another thick liquid
discharge that met my eruption. I felt my foreskin distending between my
encircling fingers.
       Our mindless contractions continued for a few more spasms, and
then we were still. I no longer felt the pulses that had intensified my
spasms, and guessed that Paul had had the presence of mind to turn off
the power. We lay together, still joined head to head inside my foreskin,
as we relaxed and sank into the blissful afterglow of our orgasms. I
became aware that a lot of our juices had already leaked past the end of
my foreskin where it encircled the neck of his shaft, and as we relaxed
more flowed out onto the towel that Paul had so wisely placed beneath us.
We'd just changed the sheets last night and I was sure he didn't want
to do it again so soon.
       We lay together wordlessly for several minutes, enjoying the quiet
now that our bodies were no longer straining against each other. I
didn't open my eyes until my prick felt totally soft. Paul's shrunken
glans was still inside my long foreskin nipple, bathed in our combined
fluids. A large pool of mixed sperm was soaking into the towel. Now I let
go our pricks, and they sank onto the pool of liquid, still joined
together.
       I kissed Paul on the lips, and he wrapped his arms around me,
hugging me tightly. We were hot, a film of sweat coating our bodies, and
its odor blended with the heavy chlorine aroma from our sperm. As we
moved closer I felt Paul's glans twist out of my foreskin, taking some
of the residual fluid with it.
       "That was really hot, Paul," I told him when I was able to
speak. "Going head to head with you is always hot, but that electro box
you've got put me into orbit."
       "It did even more for me," Paul said. "You know my cock's not
as sensitive as yours because the nerve endings in the head are dried
out, and my skin's missing. The current stimulated the nerves directly,
and it doesn't matter that the nerve endings are gone or desensitized."
       "I guess you're right," I agreed. "You came as fast as I
did."
       "I guess we need another shower," he said. He pulled away from
me, holding the towel under his prick to catch the drip. I pinched the
end of my foreskin's nipple to prevent any leakage and got up as he went
into the bathroom. He dropped the wadded towel into the hamper with last
night's sheets and then turned on the shower. Once inside under the
spray, we luxuriated as the water coursed over our bodies, washing away
the residual tension.
       "I know you're going to pee, Jack. Can we dock again so I can
feel the streams?" he asked. We stood face to face and I stretched the
orifice wide to let him slip his helmet inside. We hugged again as I held
our limp pricks connected, and in a few seconds the warm water had
started our flows. His hot stream washed around my glans, triggering
mine, and we bathed each others' helmets in our fluids. This time, I
didn't try to retain the fluids inside my foreskin, and we watched a
thick yellow gush pour from between my foreskin's orifice and his shaft.
       When we'd drained ourselves Paul pulled his glans from inside my
foreskin and then skinned me back to rinse inside. The warm water flushed
the residue of urine and sperm that remained, and then he pulled my hood
down to encase my glans again. We soaped each other lightly, as we
weren't really dirty but just had to get the perspiration off our
bodies. After a final rinse we dried each other and stepped from the
shower enclosure.
       "Let me put a drop of Astroglide inside that skin," Paul said as
he pushed my foreskin back behind the rim and squirted some lubricant
onto my glans, working my foreskin to spread it.
       "It's only six, and I've still got lots of time to get to
work," I said. "Want to go out to breakfast? It's my treat."
       "That sounds good. I wouldn't mind cooking, though."
       "You won't have to. Just relax and enjoy the meal." We dressed
and got into my car. I chose a nearby restaurant and we ate heartily,
hungry for the calories to replenish the ones we'd expended earlier.
Then I dropped him back at his house and went to mine to change before
driving to the newspaper where I worked. When I got there I found a pink
message slip informing me that Jimmy had called.


Continued in Part 6