Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2013 07:52:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Sessions, Part 3, Beginnings

Foreskin Sessions, Part 3

By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     After very little discussion, Greg and I chose an Asian Restaurant a
couple of blocks away. We began with sushi and then chose several assorted
items from the buffet. When we'd finished, we stopped at an adult shop we'd
noticed halfway between his hotel and mine. Finding a buddy sleeve among
the many sex toys they stocked wasn't hard, and at the counter Greg asked
for a small squeeze bottle of Astroglide. He wanted to pay for both the
buddy sleeve ($14) and the Astroglide ($3) but I suggested we simply split
the bill, as we'd both be using them. Leaving the store we decided to go
back to my hotel, as surely the maid had had time to make the bed and clean
the room.

     We found the room as pristine as the day I'd arrived, and we
undressed. I peeled back the covers on the bed, but we sat on the couch.

     "Well, after this morning, think you've got any energy left?" he
asked.

     "I don't know, really. How about you?"

     "Maybe the best way is to find out," he said as his hand found my
crotch.  Grasping my long foreskin nipple, he began rolling it between
thumb and index finger, as he had before. I began squeezing his glans
through the thin foreskin. Our pricks slowly became tumescent, and within a
couple of minutes we had full erections.

     "Well, Greg, we still seem to have some energy."

     "I see that, but I think we should plan on going slowly. This'll be
the second time in one day, and we're real people, not like the characters
in porn novels who are eager to go again two minutes after they've come." I
had to agree with him, and told him so. I pulled up gently on his hood, as
it had slid down off his big helmet.

     "As I told you this morning, when you're hard you almost look
circumcised," I told him as I let go of his foreskin and it slid back down,
dilating the opening. "However, your tip's glossy, like mine. If you'd been
cut, the texture would be dry and leathery."

     "Yeah, and it would be less sensitive, and I wouldn't have the nerve
endings in my foreskin," he said.

     "We can continue like this for a while, Greg, but I think we should be
really worked up before we use that buddy sleeve."

     "I agree," he said as he slid my foreskin part-way down, dilating my
long nipple. "It's not enough that we show a couple of drops of lube. We
ought to be so hot our balls tighten up." As he said this, he twisted my
foreskin around my corona in that delicious sideways stroke that
unfailingly excited both of us. More drops of lubricant flowed from his
long slit, and I spread them in small circles around the front dome of his
glans, and his prick twitched in response.

     "That direct action on my tip always does it to me," he said. "If I'd
been cut, it wouldn't be that sensitive." As his prick twitched more drops
appeared, and I used them to massage his glans lightly with my fingertips,
working over the broad upper surface, around the flaring corona, and down
to the delta underneath to caress his frenulum. This provoked several deep
sighs from him, and he reciprocated, dipping a fingertip into the lube that
filled my pouting slit and spreading it over my tip as he held the skin
tightly back. The effect on me was instantaneous and my prick twitched in
response, secreting more lubricant that he spread over the compound curves
of my helmet.

     "You've got a really beautiful helmet," he said as he gently massaged
it. His words added to my excitement, and we both knew that sex talk always
enhanced our arousal.

     "Yours is nice too," I told him as I leaned over to probe his long
slit with my tongue-tip. "I like the salty taste of your juice too." He
sighed deeply as his prick twitched again. After running my tongue around
his flaring ridge and licking at his frenulum, I straightened up. He
immediate bent over and I felt his tongue working at my pouting orifice. My
prick twitched at his touch, and as he worked his tongue around my corona I
felt more drops of lubricant crawling up my urethra to emerge from my
meatus. I cupped his balls and gently kneaded them.

     "Your syrup is tasty too," he said as he lifted his head. Lubricant
flowed steadily from his long slit, and I kissed him on the lips as I
continued to stimulate his prick. I felt him tug down on my prick, tensing
my gee-string and pulling the front of my glans down. "I like to make your
helmet dip," he said as we broke from our long kiss. I pulled down on his
prick, and watched his helmet dip too.

     "Yours does it too," I remarked. He kept the tension on my gee-string
as he continued to massage my helmet, and I felt my scrotum tightening. I
tickled his scrotal hairs and saw that his balls were drawing up against
his body. I released his prick and got up to spread a towel on the bed.

     "I'd like to go tip to tip with you," I told him. "Feeling our helmets
sliding against each other should feel really hot." He joined me on the bed
and we lay facing each other, pressing our swollen helmets together. The
lips of our slits kissed as we pressed them together, and Greg spoke:

     "That warm smooth friction is terrific. Let's put them lengthwise and
rub the undersides together." We snuggled closer until our pricks were
parallel rubbing the undersides of our tips together, feeling our frenulums
sliding against each other, which aroused us even more. Our pricks twitched
against each other, and our scrotums were drawn up tightly.

     "I think we're ready," he said, and pulled the buddy sleeve out of its
package and squirted some Astroglide into each end, rotating the sleeve to
spread it evenly inside. As I held my foreskin back to make sure the helmet
was totally exposed, Greg slipped the sleeve onto my prick.

     "It's a tight fit," I said, and he replied:

     "More friction that way. We'll have to go slow and easy or we'll shoot
off too fast." I saw him pushing his big tip into the other end of the
sleeve, easing it slowly towards my glans until they met in the
middle. Again, our slits kissed as they pressed together. Greg thrust
forward slightly, crushing our front domes together.

     "I'm going to start working it back and forth," he said as he started
stroking our pricks with the sleeve. Feeling his hot hard glans against
mine as the sleeve's ridges snapped back and forth over my flaring corona
was super-exciting.

     "Oh wow," I exclaimed. "I don't know how long we'll last."

     "We'll make it last," he said. "I'm going to go very slowly. This is
our second time today, and I think we'll be slower this time. Let's try to
come together."

     "Well, we did this morning," I replied. "I think we can do it again."

     "Those ridges are really pounding my helmet," he said. "Especially
around the rim. I can see they're doing the same for you."

     "Yeah, it's not only the friction, but each one is compressing my
corona as it rides over it." I knew he was feeling exactly the same
sensations.

     "I'm glad the sleeve's transparent," he said. "That way, we'll be able
to see when our tips get darker."

     "I like that too, Greg. I like to watch the color change as we get
closer."

     "I'm pretty sure we can come at the same time," he said. Since we're
facing each other, we can look into each other's eyes, watch the
expressions, and see when our muscles start tightening. Since that sleeve's
pretty tight, I don't know if I'll be able to feel your tip hardening, but
I'll see the color change." He kept sliding the sleeve between us, so
slowly that I distinctly felt each ridge as it snapped over my corona.

     "I really like this sleeve," I told him. "I've never docked with
anyone, but I know the inside of my foreskin's pretty smooth. It doesn't
have these terrific ridges."

     "I think you're right," he said. "Maybe I'm not really missing
anything after all. Still, I'd like to have more length, like you. I think
that looks really sexy."

     "What's sexy for me is when you roll my nipple between two fingers," I
explained.  "That's a really dlicate sensation." Greg replied:

     "Well, if I had a nipple at the end you'd be able to roll it like I
did yours. I'd really love that."

     "This is really nice;" I said. "You're getting me more aroused with
your words, as well as with the sleeve." I felt his front dome press harder
against mine compressing it slightly, and knew he was becoming more aroused
too. Now he gave the sleeve a couple of twists, which changed the
sensations somewhat.

     "These sleeves are hot sellers in the adult stores," he said. "I can
see why guys, especially cut guys use this as a masturbation sleeve. The
sleeve I have at home is a little different. It doesn't have ridges like
this one. It has circular rows of little bumps. You can really feel it when
you twist the sleeve around your dick. I would have chosen that model if
I'd seen it in the store."

     "We'll have to try your sleeve when I visit you," I told him.

     "We will for sure. You can keep this one." The tension slowly built
within my body, and I knew he was getting closer to the point of release
because his breathing had become more rapid and shallow, as mine had.

     "Greg, I know we're getting closer. I hope we can really come
together."

     "I'm sure we will. Maybe not at the same second, but very close. If
you start coming first, I'll feel your tip throbbing against mine, and your
hot juice pouring over the front of my helmet. That's going to set me off
being that close. When we get to that stage I'll pump this sleeve as fast
as I can, and that will make me come."

     "Or vice versa," I added. "Just thinking of your hard tip throbbing
against mine is a turn-on."

     "For me too," he said. "We'll really be coming together."

     "I'll try to keep my eyes open," I said. "Watching your face when you
come will make it hotter for me. So will hearing your moans." I was
caressing his body as I spoke.

     "Me too. I didn't see your expression this morning because I was
behind you.  Yesterday, when you came, your balls were in front of my eyes,
not your face. I could hear you, though, and it was music to my ears.

     "My prick feels so hot and hard," I murmured. I know yours is too
because I can feel your tip against mine." My breathing was more rapid now,
and I knew it wouldn't be long before the explosion. I saw Grag's abdominal
muscles tightening, and knew he was close too.

     "Yeah, we're getting there," he whispered. "I'll keep my tip pressed
hard against your helmet so you can feel me throbbing." I looked down
between us.

     "I think your helmet's gotten darker," I whispered. "We're both very
close." At this point, my mind was tightly focused on the sensations in my
prick and the slightest movement of Greg's body, ignoring the world beyond.

     "Getting a tickle in my rim," he gasped. So was I.

     "Tingling HARD!, OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" he cried out as I felt the
tickle intensify.  Suddenly I felt his glans throb hard against mine, and
at the same moment, a burning sensation shot from his tip into my urethra,
triggering the explosion deep inside me. He'd shot his first jet right into
my glans!

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" I cried out as my first eruption shot up my prick
to pour out against his throbbing front dome. His fist blurred as he
whipped the sleeve back and forth between us, and the ridges rippled over
my corona, heightening my sensations. His face was contorted, lips drawn
back from his teeth, fiery eyes staring into mine as he sucked in air.

     Another jet poured out of his long slit, coating my front dome as it
blended with my thick juice. I cried out again as my prick throbbed with
another hot ejaculation that splashed against Greg's glans. His body
shuddered as he bucked his hips, thrusting his prick hard against mine as
another blast of hot sperm erupted from his slit. Our cries of ecstasy
filled the room as we responded to the sweet agony of our orgasms. My prick
throbbed and shot back, blowing another copious discharge into the sleeve
to mix with his and spread over our straining helmets.

     "GAHHHHH!"  he yelped as I felt his tip throb again, releasing another
blast of hot cream.  My prick throbbed and let go another stream as I cried
out helplessly, tumbling in the free-fall of orgasm. Another sobbing cry,
and he poured a fifth load into the sleeve between our straining pricks,
and a split-second later another hot spasm deep inside me gushed another
torrent to shoot up my urethra, slamming past the lips of my pouting
orifice.

     Greg stopped stroking the sleeve, and I sensed it was all over.  My
prick was swimming in thick, viscous fluid inside the sleeve, twitching,
but losing the supreme hardness of that final erection. My body began to
relax, and I sensed that he, too, was starting to sink into a daze. We were
very still, and I felt that the pressure of his glans against mine had
lessened as our pricks were softening. I closed my eyes, abandoning myself
to the mind-deadening afterglow.

     Some time later full awareness returned to me, and I became aware that
my prick had completely subsided, and had slipped out of the sleeve, which
was drooling our juices from its end onto the towel. Greg's shrunken glans
was barely inside his end, and a slight movement of his body let it slip
out. I saw that our pricks were coated with white cream along their
lengths, our foreskins still locked back behind our coronas.

     "What happened, Jack?" he asked." When I started coming I sensed that
there was something different from the way you came the last two times." I
struggled to explain:

     "Well, you know how firmly our pricks were pressed together at the
tips so we'd feel each other's throbs? Well, our holes must have been
perfectly aligned, because when I felt your first throb your jet shot right
down my urethra! Your cream felt so burning hot that it triggered my orgasm
right then!

     "Oh, wow!" he exclaimed. "That must have been really intense for you!"

     "It was, Greg, it was! Did I shoot into your hole?" He shook his head.

     "No, I'm afraid you didn't. I wish you had. I've never had another
guy's juice shooting down into my dick. I can imagine that felt really hot
for you."

     "It was, Greg. Once that happened, I wouldn't have been able to hold
back my climax for a second. You just sent me into orbit." I caressed his
cheek and kissed him fervently on the lips.  "You made it more intense for
me than I'd ever anticipated."

     "Well, it'll be something to remember," he replied. "It made it hotter
for me, too, because your dick was throbbing so hard against mine that I
had more intense spasms than this morning.

     "Ready for a shower?" I asked. "We've got to get cleaned up." I led
him into the bathroom, where we let the hot water have its effect. As our
foreskins had not descended over our tips, the hot water made us pee,
rinsing out the last of the sperm, and after we'd drained ourselves, I
grasped his prick, running my fingertip into the groove behind the ridge to
dislodge any residual cream.

     "Yeah, that's nice," he murmured. "Our dicks were just swimming in
cream inside that sleeve. I know it's all over me, but what about your long
skin? He grasped my prick tugging hard to stretch the skin out behind my
glans working his fingertip into my groove and into the wrinkles. Holding
my prick out, he milked my urethra all the way from behind my scrotum to
the end, forcing out any residual drops of urine. I did the same to him,
and then delicately replaced his hood over the precious head. He pulled my
long foreskin, watching avidly as it ran downhill over the taper of my
helmet to form a nipple beyond it.

     "That nipple on the end of your dick is cute," he said. "I'd like to
stretch my skin out that way. That would make it more attractive." We shut
off the shower and dried each other, and then got dressed. We went out to a
pizza joint, where we split a mushroom and anchovy pizza.

     "I'll be driving home tomorrow," he told me.

     "You drove from Denver?" I asked.

     "No, I hate the airlines. They try to cram you into these child-size
seats with no legroom, and half the time the flights are delayed or get
cancelled."

     "Funny, Greg, but I feel the same way. I drove from Albuquerque. You
can't see much from 35,000 feet and driving is much more scenic."

     "When did you plan to go home?" he asked. "Maybe you could stop in
Denver and see me."

     "I have another few days here, but if you want, I could follow you
home."

     "That would be great!" Greg exclaimed. "You could stay a couple of
days."

Continued in Part 4.