Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2005 11:10:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fender Bender, Part 1, M/M, Adult Friends or Beginnings 1/4

Fender Bender
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I sat relaxing in the hot tub, feeling Ken's fingers
kneading the hardness of my prick. My fingers played
with his foreskin, feeling the hardness of the glans
it shrouded, and I thought back to how we'd met barely
two hours ago.
	The light had turned red in front of my Lexus and I
had applied the brakes. I felt a jar, and realized
that the car behind me had hit mine. I looked in my
mirror and despite the heavy rain I saw that the
driver had one hand on the wheel and the other on a
cell phone he was holding to his ear. He made a few
frantic comments into the phone and put it down before
opening his door. I got out too, and saw that he, too,
was driving a Lexus.
	"Sorry about that," he said with a sheepish grin. I
was not amused, and was about to chew him out for
using a cell phone wile driving, especially in heavy
traffic, but he beat me to it:
	"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been using my
cell phone, but I got a call from a client about her
court date tomorrow, and I had to answer."
	"Let's pull over to the curb," I said. "Then we can
exchange information." I got back in my car and eased
it over into a parking slot, and he pulled in next to
me. I quickly got into his car's passenger seat, eager
to get out of the driving rain.
	"Look, my insurance will pay for everything. I know
it's my fault," he said. "I'm an attorney, and I know
how the system works. I've been with Justin, Kyle, and
Brad for a few years and handled some personal injury
cases."
	"I'm an attorney too," I answered. "I know what it is
when a client's antsy and wants to talk to you.
Anyway, I'm not hurt and I hope you're not, either."
He seemed to be a couple of years older than my 30
years, blond, and blue-eyed. I had brown hair and
eyes, and we were both about six feet.
	"No, I'm okay. Let's just get a couple of pictures of
the damage," he said as he pulled a digital camera
from the briefcase on the back seat. "I know pictures
will speed up the claim processing." We got out and
inspected the rumpled sheet metal, both us and the
cars dripping water, and he took several pictures of
both his front bumper and my trunk.
	"Look, we can go into the copy shop there and make
copies of our licenses and insurance papers," I
suggested. "No point getting even more soaked." I got
my insurance card from my car and we hurried through
the door and I copied my driver's license while he
went to the counter to give the clerk a couple of
dollars. When we'd finished he said:
	"We're both soaked, and I feel really cold and
uncomfortable. I live only a few blocks from here.
Let's go to my place and warm up with a couple of
drinks. I've got a hot tub too." I agreed and he told
me:
	"I've got underground parking with two spaces, but
I've only got one car. You just follow me in and pull
into the slot next to mine." We got in our cars and I
followed him past the attendant on the ramp into his
garage. Once inside his apartment, he began stripping
off his suit jacket.
	"I'm gonna fix us a couple of hot buttered rums," he
began as he walked over to the wet bar on one side of
his living room. "The hot tub's right through the far
door in the bedroom," he indicated with his chin as he
fixed the drinks. I saw that he was shivering, and I
felt wet and clammy as well, so I began removing my
clothes. He led the way to the hot tub, a drink in
each hand.
	"I guess I can leave my clothes on the floor in here,
okay?" I asked. "The floor's tiled." He set the drinks
on the edge of the tub and removed the rest of his
clothing. I noticed we both wore boxers, and when I
dropped mine, I saw that his eyes were on my crotch.
	"I guess we don't need bathing suits," I said as I
followed him into the hot water. "We've got nothing to
hide."
	"Nope," he said. "We've both got the same equipment.
Anyway, it's nice to have the hot tub in its own room
instead of on the patio where people could see us."
	"You're sure right about both points," I said. "Not
many guys with foreskins nowadays."
	"That was a problem between me and my wife," he said.
"I'm divorced. If I'd known you then, I might have had
you handle my case."
	"No, I do criminal defense," I replied. "I'm in
private practice. What do you do?"
	"Civil," he replied. "My firm does wills, trusts, and
some divorces."
	"I'm divorced too," I said. "I guess we're both in
the same boat. What was the problem with your wife and
your foreskin?"
	"She said I should have been cut. She thought if I
didn't have that skin, my cock head would have been
bigger." Before we'd sunk into the swirling water, I'd
noticed that he had a tapering prick, narrowing from a
thick base to a pucker at the end of his long wrinkled
foreskin.
	"I don't think that makes any difference," I replied.
"I've seen lots of guy who were cut and who had small
heads."
	"I know you're right," he said. "I saw that yours has
a big head under that long skin."
	"Well, that didn't save my marriage," I said. "We
broke up for other reasons, and lucky for us we had no
kids."
	"We didn't have kids, either," he said. "That would
have been a bitch. The kids always get it in the neck
during a divorce."
	"My wife had a real attitude problem," I began. "Lots
of women do. If it's not one thing, it's another."
	"Well, mine did too. It wasn't just my cock. I
couldn't do anything right. Nothing was good enough
for her."
	"Same here. I know I'm better off single," I
continued. "I don't plan to get married again."
	"Me neither. Once is enough. Anyway, it's a lot
easier getting along with a guy. What do you think?"
He was sitting next to me and as he spoke I felt him
moving closer so that his thigh touched mine. A funny
tingle started in my prick, and I felt it begin to
swell.
	"I agree with you," I replied as I felt his fingers
wrap around my prick. He squeezed it slightly, and I
felt my prick jerk in response. "No complications with
a guy." I picked up my drink with my right hand as I
slipped my left into his lap to clasp his prick. He
picked up his drink and we clinked glasses before
taking a swallow of the hot pungent liquid.
	"Our cocks were really shrunk tight with the cold,"
he commented as he gently squeezed mine. "The hot
water's gonna make them limp and relaxed."
	"Maybe not all that limp," I said as I felt the blood
rushing into my prick. His was filling out as well.
	"You're right," he agreed. "I can feel the outline of
the big head through your skin. It's getting bigger."
We took another sip as the warmth of the water filled
us with a sense of well-being, augmented by the
alcohol. I snuggled closer to him and put my left leg
over his right.
	"I'm really comfortable here with you," I said. "I'm
glad we met, although the circumstances could have
been better." His fingers tightened around the end of
my prick.
	"Yours feels about as big as mine," he observed,
"although you've got a bigger head. It feels really
nice. I can feel the rim through the skin." I felt his
fingertips running around the rear edge of my glans,
following the contours.
	"I think we've both got six inches," I replied. "I
can feel your head too. It feels really hard." I now
was pulling the thick puckered end of his long and
stretchy hood forward beyond his glans. "You can never
have too much foreskin," I added. Ken's prick was
obviously enjoying the attention because I felt it
twitch a couple of times between my fingers. The
opening of his foreskin had relaxed in the hot water,
and I pushed my fingertip in to touch his glans. Ken
jumped.
	"Hey! My tip's pretty sensitive. It feels better if
you just stroke the skin." I removed my finger and
began massaging his long foreskin over the hard head.
	"Your prick curves down a little," I commented. "You
have a big vein on the right side just like I do. Your
foreskin's very supple, even rubbery."
	"Damn! You're really turning me on," he exclaimed,
and I felt him shudder against me. "I like the way
you're handling my cock, and yours feels wonderful in
my hand. Your skin's pretty stretchy too."
	"Between the drink, the hot water, and you, I'm
pretty warm," I replied. I finished my drink and he
picked his up and drained it as well, saying:
	"Me too. Want to get out of here and go in the
bedroom?" I rose from the hot tub in reply, releasing
his prick as I felt mine slip from between his
fingers. Ken picked up a thick terrycloth towel from a
stand beside the hot tub and began drying me. I took
another towel and ran it over his body to sop off the
hot water.
	"Both our pricks stand out above horizontal," I
observed. "I think yours stands up at a slightly
higher angle than mine."
	"That's because yours is so heavy at the end, with
that big head," he laughed. "I like the way it looks,
though. That big bulge looks so sexy." Ken picked up
our glasses and took them into the kitchen as I headed
for the bedroom. Inside was a queen size bed, and I
lay down on it to wait for Ken. A moment later, he
came in, his prick standing proudly at a 45 degree
angle.
	"We've both got long foreskins," I said. "I like that
a lot. There's more to play with."
	"Yeah, my skin gives me a nice long stroke when I
play with it. I'm glad they didn't clip me." He lay
down beside me, and I felt the warmth of his body
against mine.
	"Lots of kids weren't as lucky as we were," I
commented as I wrapped my fingers around his hardness.
Ken grasped mine around the bulge of the head and
said:
	"My kid brother wasn't as lucky. When he was born,
the doctor talked my mother into having him clipped.
He said the skin was too long and would give him
trouble later on. She believed him and had it done,
even though mine was just as long. I guess that doctor
was pretty persuasive. My brother never forgave her
for that."
	"My father wasn't cut, and he made it clear to the
doctor who delivered me that if I didn't come home
from the hospital with everything I was born with,
he'd sue. He was a lawyer too." As I spoke, I stroked
Ken's foreskin up and down the head, sliding the skin
gently, rubbing it against the sensitive bud without
uncovering the end. I felt him shudder again.
	"I want to see the big head," he said as he worked my
foreskin back to uncover the blunt dome of my glans.
He got up on one elbow to get a better look. Now I
tightened my grip on his foreskin and began dragging
it back to bare his tip as well. It slid back easily
and in an instant the glossy red acorn was exposed. It
was rounder than mine, as well as much smaller, and
looked a lot like a cherry. It was narrowed than his
shaft and had a thin slit at the top, already dripping
wetness.
	"Your tip's so shiny and red," I said. "I can see why
it's really sensitive." I slid his hood up again to
cover the head.
	"It's very sensitive," he replied. "If you keep that
up you'll have my load in no time." He stroked my hood
forward and then back again, uncovering more of the
head.
	"That feels so good," I sighed as I felt the
delicious sensations in my prick.
	"You've got one of those big helmet heads," he
whispered as he dragged the foreskin down farther to
the rim. "Your skin feels tight because the head's
bigger and it has to stretch more to slide back over
it. Mine just slides back easily because the head's
not as big." Now he gave a final tug and I felt a snap
as my foreskin dropped into the groove behind my rim.
I swiveled into a "69" position with him, with his
prick a couple of inches from my lips. Now I steadied
his hard shaft with my hand as I insinuated the tip of
my tongue into the opening of his foreskin.
	"Oh, that feels good," he said as my tongue tip
probed for his slit, tasting the saltiness of his
natural lubricant. He inhaled deeply. "I love the
smell of your cock," he continued. "It smells like
musk." Now I felt his slit, and swiped my tongue tip
across it, spreading the lips to release another
slippery drop of lube.
	"You taste wonderful," I said as I remov
ed my mouth from his prick. "I love the taste of your
lube." I felt his lips wrap around my bare helmet,
caressing the rim as his tongue-tip probed my slit,
tickling it and sending a hot thrill down my shaft. He
removed his mouth to say:
	"Your slit's different from mine. It kinda flares,
like a teardrop." His lips closed around my glans
again, and as his tongue tip swiped across my slit I
felt my glans expand slightly as he sucked hard. I
cupped his balls as I drew his hardness farther into
my mouth, and felt the sac contracting between my
fingers. I used my tongue to sweep around his hot
sensitive glans, feeling its roundness as it began to
throb in response. Now I removed my mouth and spoke
again:
	"I think you're so hot you ought to come first. Want
me to make you come now?" Ken looked deeply into my
eyes and said:
	"Yeah, Jack, that would be fine. I really need to
come. It would relax me. I'm still keyed up from this
afternoon." I'd forgotten about our collision, and
hadn't been aware that he'd been more upset about it
than I was.
	"I'll make you come, Ken. I'll really make you have a
hot one. Your tip's pretty sensitive, so you shouldn't
have to wait long." I leaned forward again to envelop
his prick between my lips, working my tongue around
the contours of his cherry-colored glans. As I cupped
his sac with one hand, I wrapped the other around the
base of his shaft, squeezing tightly to constrict the
veins, knowing this would make his prick harder. The
effect was immediate:
	"Jack, my cock's becoming so sensitive," he moaned.
"I can feel your tongue around my cock-head. It's
making it tingle." I felt his glans throb against my
tongue, and I tightened my lips around the middle of
his shaft, holding his foreskin back as I explored
every delicious contour of his cherry. Salty lubricant
bubbled out of his tight slit, and I wondered if the
small size of his orifice would increase the force of
his ejaculations.
	Ken's sac was tight and drawn up against his body,
and I gently kneaded his balls through the thick
wrinkled skin. As I worked my lips and tongue on his
prick, I inhaled the sweat of his groin, savoring the
rich masculine odor that was emerging despite the
recent dip in the hot tub. A residue of chlorine
flavored his aroma, and I wondered if his cream would
also smell of chlorine, as mine did.
	"I'm almost there," he whispered. I felt the tension
in his body, and heard him again between gasps:
	"I want to hold your cock when I come. That okay?"
	"Sure, hold it, but don't stroke it. I don't want to
lose my load before you do." Then Ken spoke again:
	"When you feel me come, stop sucking or stroking my
cock. It gets too sensitive the moment I start to
come."
	"Okay, I'll be careful about that. I know some guys
have to stop stroking when they start to cream," I
answered. My tongue was twirling around Ken's flat
rim, caressing the nerve endings, and strumming the
gee-string under it. I tasted the salty lubricant
pouring out onto my tongue, and swallowed hard.
	"UGH! UGH! UGH!" Ken's body began to jerk, but he
hadn't begun to spew yet, so I continued to work my
tongue around his glans. I felt his grip on my prick
tighten as he was becoming lost in sensation and
approaching the moment of release. His grunts grew
louder, and I kept running my tongue around the smooth
sensitive glans, working on his nerve endings.
	"UGH! UGH! UGGGGGHHH!" he cried as I felt his hot
hard prick throb against my tongue. A sudden hot spurt
erupted from his slit, driving into my mouth, and I
backed off. I was still holding his throbbing shaft
around the base and felt it throb again as he cried
out helplessly and another hot thin jet of cream shot
into the back of my throat. I kept my mouth open to
catch his streams, and wasn't disappointed because he
shot again, accompanied by an agonized howl. I was
swallowing frantically to keep up with the relentless
spurts into the back of my throat.
	His throbbing tip was dark red with excitement as the
thin lips of his slit parted again under the pressure
of another jet that I drank avidly, inhaling its
chlorine odor as I tasted its saltiness. All through
this I kept my fingers wrapped tightly around his
shaft, feeling each pulse as his prick pumped its
discharges into my waiting mouth. I'd stroked a couple
of guys with super-sensitive tips before, and knew
that I could add to their sensations without friction
by just keeping the skin stretched back tightly to
stretch the nerve endings in their gee-strings.
	Ken was still groaning but not as loudly as his
ejaculations slowed to a steady dribble. I heard his
breathing slow and felt his body relax as he came down
off the high I'd just induced for him. His tip was
still dark red but his cream had begun to flow clear,
as he'd drained his sperm tanks. I relaxed my grasp on
his shaft as he sank into the daze that follows a hot
orgasm. His eyes were still closed and did not open
for a couple of minutes. Then he spoke:
	"Man, that was hot! I was floating on Cloud Nine."
	"You needed that," I replied. "You were primed and
ready to go. It just didn't take much to send you over
the top."
	"It was just being with you," he said. "I felt hot
the moment we got naked together."
	"Well, I enjoyed making you come. Your prick was
really shooting that cream."
	"Did you enjoy it, making me come?" he asked. "I
always love it, feeling a hot guy's cock throbbing in
my hand, seeing his tip swell, watching it shoot."
	"You know I did," I said as I reached for a box of
Kleenex next to the bed. I began wiping the cream that
had flowed down his shaft to wet my encircling
fingers.
	"I think that made it hotter for me," he said. "I
knew you were holding my prick like I was holding
yours, and that you could feel me coming."
	"I watched you come, heard you come, and I tasted you
when you shot into my mouth. You tasted delicious, by
the way." Now I began milking his urethra, starting
behind his sac and working forward to press out the
thick residue. As each drop flowed from his slit, I
dabbed at it with the Kleenex. My finger worked
forward along the underside of his softening prick
until I was sure I'd gotten it all, and then I eased
the long thick foreskin forward to protect the
precious tip.
	"That feels good," he said. "Even though I shot my
load, I still like the feel of your fingers on my
cock."
	"It's supposed to feel good. This is a full-service
BJ," I laughed.
	"Well, I want you to know I appreciate it," he said.
"Now it's your turn. I want to make you come, and I
want to feel your cock throbbing when you do." I let
go of his prick and lay back on the bed, anticipating
the delights that awaited me. Ken had never let go of
my prick, even while in the throes of orgasm, and now
he lifted it to point straight up as he got up to
bring his face close to it.
	"Let's start by tasting your slit," he continued. I
felt his tongue-tip insinuate itself into the opening
of my foreskin, probing for my slit. I felt its warmth
as it reached the orifice, and then a delightful
sensation as he swiped it across my distended slit.
	"Your tip's not too sensitive, is it?" he asked as he
lifted his head.
	"No it's not, Ken. You're doing just fine right now."
I felt his tongue slip into my foreskin once more,
this time probing past my slit and the front dome of
my helmet, reaching for my flaring rim. His tongue
swept slowly down one side, reaching the deep
triangular groove under the head and caressing my
gee-string, and then moved up the other side until it
reached the top of my flaring rim.
	Now I felt my foreskin stretching as he pushed his
tongue farther, reaching into the deep groove behind
the corona, hitting nerve endings that rarely saw the
light of day. I felt a twitch deep inside as my body
responded to this, and had to concentrate to keep my
muscles from tensing. I knew that I`d last longer if I
remained relaxed, and that my orgasm would be hotter.
	Ken's other hand cupped my balls as he continued to
work on my rim and groove. Each tour around my rim
made me more excited, and I wondered when I'd lose
control and explode with my seed spurting into his
mouth. Now I felt him withdraw and heard him say:
	"Now I want to see your big helmet without the skin,"
as he began pushing down on my foreskin, exposing the
blunt front dome. "That's a nice slit," he continued.
"Bigger than mine, and I like the way it flares out."
My breathing came faster now, the inevitable result of
the magic his hot mouth and fingers were working on my
prick, and I felt my crotch muscles tightening again.
	"We're almost there," he said as his warm encircling
fingers continued to push back my fleshy covering.
"You've got a lot of skin, but you need it to keep
that big helmet covered." Now I felt my foreskin
stretching over the flare of my corona, and a second
later felt the snap as it dropped into the deep groove
behind it.
	"Now I've got that beautiful head all to myself," he
commented as I felt his lips close around my bloated
glans. The warm friction was hot and exciting, and my
nerve endings tingled as he engulfed the swollen head
completely. His lips locked behind my rim, encircling
the bulk of my retracted foreskin, as I felt his
tongue begin to swipe across my slit. His other hand
was gently kneading my balls, adding to my sensations.
My breathing was now fast and shallow, and I knew that
I was helpless in his hands. No matter how hard I
tried to stay relaxed, he'd force my prick to spew its
juice when he wanted.
	His hot tongue now moved to the top of my helmet,
swiping across the broad upper surface and I felt my
crotch muscles tighten even more despite my attempts
to relax. My engorged head swelled further, blood
rushing into it, as I felt my excitement rise. Now Ken
twisted his head from side to side, his lips rotating
around my rim, and I began to moan as the sensations
rushed into me. I felt his fingers tighten around the
base of my shaft, holding my foreskin tightly back and
compressing the veins to make my prick swell to its
utmost. My awareness of the outside world began to
fade as my mind became focused on the exquisite
sensations in my prick.
	I felt Ken's lips slow, as did his tongue, and
realized that he was trying to keep me at the point
just before orgasm as long as he could to prolong the
feeling of anticipation, to build up my tension slowly
in order to increase the violence of my inevitable
orgasm. His tongue still slowly caressed my helmet,
but now moved to the deep triangular groove
underneath, deliberately strumming my gee-string as
his clenching fingers kept it tense to stretch the
nerve endings within it.
	Ken was masterfully playing my prick like a musical
instrument, expertly keeping me excited without
letting me tumble over the edge. His lips caressed my
hot hard glans skillfully, building the sensations
within it, and I felt my stomach muscles tighten as I
moaned more loudly. A deep and delicious ache built up
in my helmet, signaling an urgent need for release,
and I felt my legs begin to tremble.
	Ken's lips and tongue were caressing my nerve
endings, and I felt a tickling sensation begin, first
around my rim and then slowly spreading all over the
head. His tongue probed my gaping slit, spreading the
lips as it pushed into the cavity. I was almost
paralyzed, unable to resist, as he kept pouring the
sensations into me. I felt a responsive throb in my
cock-root and my eyes closed as I withdrew into
myself. The tickling changed into a hot tingle and I
knew that I was poised on the brink, helpless in Ken's
hands, and that he'd push me relentlessly into the
abyss at any moment.
	Suddenly, hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into
my glans and I heard myself cry out in helpless
surprise. I knew what he was doing, scraping my
engorged helmet with his teeth to trigger my climax,
and I howled as I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm
begin deep inside me. I felt the first hot torrent of
fluid squirting into my urethra, surging up my prick
like a current of hot lava, and then rounding the
upward curve in my cock-head to reach the orifice. The
liquid blast spread the lips of my slit as it slammed
through them into his waiting mouth.
	A second convulsion in my cock-root wracked me, and I
howled again as the second surge seared its way up my
urethra, the burning, tingling sensation numbing my
mind as I tumbled helplessly into the abyss. I was
sobbing and grunting, moaning and gasping, as the hot
sensations diffused through my body, paralyzed by the
helpless and joyful agony of orgasm.
	My hips bucked as the third hot stream poured into my
urethra, driving my prick deeper into Ken's mouth. His
lips were locked tightly behind my corona, and he was
sucking the cream from my straining glans. The entire
surface of my helmet was tingling, and the gush of
liquid sent a hot thrill through my shaft as it rushed
up to the end.
	Now I felt Ken remove his mouth but he still held my
prick firmly around the base as another gush erupted
from my tip. The fifth jet wasn't forceful at all,
just flowing up my tube and pouring from the distended
orifice. Now my orgasm became a dribble that slowed
and became weaker, and I felt myself coming down off
the high.
	"You really shot a lot," I heard Ken's voice in the
distance. My mind was still numb from the biological
shock of climax, and the numbness would quickly turn
into a daze as I sank into the delicious comfort of
the afterglow. I was dimly aware that Ken was milking
my tube as I'd done to his prick, getting the last
drops out of it, and then pulling my thick fleshy hood
upward to cover the softening helmet.
	"Man, your big helmet was dark purple when you were
shooting," he continued. "Before you came, I felt it
swell and harden in my mouth, and then it was
throbbing hard. Your cream was pretty thick, but I
swallowed it okay. You've got a chlorine taste and
smell just like I do." He was caressing my chest as he
spoke, running his fingers along my ribs, rubbing away
the tension, and I felt myself relaxing even more.
	He lay down beside me and I rolled toward him,
clasping him tightly to me. His lips found mine, and
he gave me a light dry kiss.
	"That was really hot," I said.
	"You were waiting longer," he replied. "Once I
started in on you, you didn't last any longer than I
did."
	"Well, anyway, thanks. You really drained me with
your hot mouth."
	"My pleasure. I hope we can get together again so
that you can meet my brother."

End of Part 1