Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 09:14:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting to Know Steve

	I'd met Steve at a party and we quickly warmed up to
each other. We were the only two single men there, and
we quickly decided that we didn't quite fit in. This
was when he suggested we go to his apartment a few
blocks away.
	Inside, he fixed drinks for us, and we continued our
conversation:
	"We're both divorced," he began. "I'm glad to be out
of that poisonous relationship."
	"Me, too," I said. "Do you date?"
	"No, not now. At first, I tried dating, but I found
that most women our age are very hard-boiled, and not
much fn to be with. How about you?"
	"I used to date at first too," I replied. "I found
the same thing you did. Most women I met had really
bad attitudes towards men. They were very distrustful,
and carrying a lot of emotional baggage.
	"Nowadays if I feel horny, I just jack off. It's a
lot cheaper, and you don't have to say `I love you' or
any of that crap."
	"Same here. Anyway, I found that sex with women isn't
all that great."
	"Yeah, that's true," Steve said. "Anyway, I think a
guy can give a much better hand job than most women.
Most women don't know how to handle a penis." Hearing
this, I decided to take a chance and said:
	"That's been my experience. Since my divorce, I've
jacked off with another guy a few times. It was a lot
better than with a woman. I felt the other guy really
understood me." Steve reacted by smiling, and replied:
	"Well, then want to try it with me? We're alone now,
and I'm not expecting any company." When I nodded, he
stood and began disrobing. Steve was about my age,
early 40s, and almost as tall as my six feet. I stood
and began taking off my clothes as my heartbeat
increased with anticipation.
	"Hey, you're not circumcised?" Steve commented as I
dropped my boxers to reveal my prick with its
long-nippled foreskin shrouding my big helmet.
	"I noticed you are," I replied, wondering if the
difference was going to be a problem.
	"Yeah, the fuckin' doctor cut me when I was born. He
told my parents it was cleaner to be cut, and they
believed him. I always hated it, and I really envy
guys who haven't been cut. They've got so much more to
play with, and their tips are more sensitive." He took
me by the hand and led me into the bathroom, saying:
	"I figure you'd like to take a shower first. It's
been a hot day, and I think we'd both feel more
comfortable."
	"I'd really like to take a shower now, especially if
you'll be joining me," I said encouragingly. Steve
turned on the water, and we stepped in, sliding the
door shut behind us. We began soaping ourselves, and
Steve moved behind me to do my back.
	"I want to run my hands over your body a little," he
said. He put his arms around me and I felt him cupping
my balls while his other hand closed around my penis.
	"That feels good," I said as I reached behind me to
clasp his penis, gently tweaking the head to stimulate
him.
	"You've got lots of skin," he said as he grasped the
end of my foreskin and began tugging gently on it.
"It's so long it forms a sort of nipple in front of
the head." I turned to face him, temporarily releasing
his prick, which had begun to swell under my touch.
Mine was swelling too.
	"You've got a nice head on yours. It's helmet-shaped,
like mine," I said.
	"I noticed the shape of your tip. It's so big it
showed through the skin, even when you were soft."
	"You keep on pulling my foreskin like that you'll get
me hard pretty fast. I like the way you touch me," I
said.
	"Here, let me show you something first," he said.
"I've got a shower spray and it's really good on your
cock." He took down the shower head, which was at the
end of a long hose, and adjusted it to shoot hard
pulses of water in a narrow stream. "You know us cut
guys aren't as sensitive as uncut guys. This feels
really good on my cock-head. Maybe it'll feel really
good on yours too. I'm going to adjust the water as
hot as we can stand it."
	"That looks interesting," I said noncommittally.
	"Does your skin go back, or is it too tight?" he
asked.
	"It slides back, Steve. Just push on it." Steve
pushed my hood all the way back to expose the head.
	"Hey it locks behind the rim. I like that." He aimed
the stinging spray at my groin and I felt the sharp
impacts on my most sensitive parts. He now picked up
my cock, cupping the head and shaft in his left hand
while he directed the stream directly on my helmet. I
shuddered at the sudden sharp sensations.
	"Wow! I never felt anything like that before," I
said. "That almost stings!"
	"It's pretty intense, especially the first time, and
especially for an uncut guy. Your tip's a lot more
sensitive than mine. Now don't be surprised if it
makes you want to pee. Just let it happen, and don't
be embarrassed." Steve was right. The sharp stinging
jets, hot as I could stand them, played over the broad
upper surface of my glans and on the blunt front dome,
loosening my sphincter although I tried to hold it in.
	"See, your stream's starting to flow," he said. "You
can't resist it. Nobody can. That hot water makes you
want to pee, and after you're empty it'll make your
cock hard. It does that to me too." A thick yellow
stream parted the lips of my slit, and we watched as
it gushed over Steve's lower legs on its way down to
the drain. My bladder emptied completely as I
shuddered with the intense feeling.
	"You're right," I said. "It's intense, and really hot
and erotic."
	"I know. This is gonna make you hard after you've
drained yourself." He lifted my prick as my flow
relented and directed the pulsing stream at the
underside of my helmet. The stinging jets hammered at
my hot spot under the head and I felt my prick
swelling even more.
	"This is nice," I said. "I guess you could make me
come this way."
	"I know I could make you come," he replied. My legs
began to tremble as he spoke because the stimulation
under my glans was so sharp and intense.
	"You want to make me come here in the shower?" I
asked.
	"No, then it would be over too quick," he answered.
"Look, now that your cock's all hard, you do it to
me." He handed me the spray head. I cupped my left
hand under his half-hard manhood and held it up,
aiming the spray right at the round front dome of his
helmet so that the hot jets would hit his orifice. I
saw the lips of his long slit parting under the
pressure of the water, and a moment later his yellow
stream gushed out, showering my stomach.
	"That's really working on you too," I commented.
	"Yeah, that's because it's hitting the nerves under
the surface too. It's like using a vibrator. You've
used one, haven't you?"
	"I've got one," I said. "I sometimes use it for
variety when I get tired of just using my hand." Now
that his stream was gushing full force, I shifted my
aim to the underside of his head, right into the deep
vee-groove.
	"With a vibrator, it doesn't matter if you're cut or
not. It really works on you because it hits the
deep-seated nerve endings. It takes me a lot longer to
come using my hand." Steve's stream relented as his
prick hardened, and now we were both erect.
	"Yours is a bit longer than mine," I observed. "I've
got exactly six inches. I measured it," I said with a
grin.
	"I measured mine, too," he said, returning my grin.
"It's about six and a half."
	"Your tip's longer than mine," I said. Mine's 1 7/8"
long and the same wide."
	"I measured mine, too," he replied. "It's the same
width as yours and the length is ¼" longer."
	"We both have flaring rims," I commented as I let go
of hs prick and returned the shower head to its
mounting.
	"Yeah, I think a flaring rim is so sexy," he said. "I
guess you can tell I'm really into cocks." His
confession made me feel that we had nothing to hide
from each other.
	"I admire pricks too," I said. "I think there are a
lot of handsome ones out there, and that includes
yours. I really like the shape of the head on yours,
and the color too."
	"It's purple, just like yours. Yours is a bit darker,
and smoother, because you've got all that skin
protecting it. Your skin's a real turn-on for me."
	"I'm glad you like it, Steve. One woman wouldn't have
sex with me when she saw I was uncut."
	"Oh, to hell with her. You're with me now, and I
really like your cock just the way it is, especially
the skin." He turned off the water and we dried each
other with the single towel from the rack. He took my
hand again and led me into the bedroom, where we sat
side by side on the edge of the queen-size bed.
	"You like this, I know," I said as I grasped the
helmet of his penis between thumb and forefinger and
began squeezing it rhythmically.
	"You bet I do. You really know what to do to a cock,
even one that's different from yours." Our pricks were
still hard, and my foreskin was still locked behind my
rim, leaving the head fully exposed like his. He
circled my shaft with thumb and forefinger and began
pulling back on the skin, and then bringing my
foreskin up to bump against my corona.
	"You seem to know exactly what I like, too," I said.
"I can believe it when you say you're really into
pricks."
	"I like to study them, compare them, look at every
detail, especially if they're different from mine. I
like to study the head, because to me that's the most
beautiful part of a man's cock. Yours is different
from mine, for example."
	"I know," I said. "Yours is a bit longer than mine.
Even though they're both helmet shaped, yours comes
almost to a point."
	"I saw that. Yours is blunt at the end, and your
slit's different from mine."
	"Your slit's longer," I said. It's also in a little
shallow groove at the front of the head."
	"Your slit's not as long as mine, but now that you're
hard it's pouting like a teardrop. Our tips would
still be different, even if I wasn't circumcised."
	"Your rim's got the same flare as mine," I pointed
out. "Being cut didn't affect that, either."
	"I like that sexy flare. Your rim's also got those
little bumps I've seen on some guys. I think those are
the nerve endings. Your rim's pretty sensitive, isn't
it?" He punctuated this declaration by lightly rubbing
his fingertip around my corona, making me shudder in
delight.
	"Sure it's sensitive. That made me jump," I said. I
lifted his prick to view the underside. "You've got a
nice deep groove under the head. You've still got your
gee-string too."
	"Yeah, at least the doctor didn't cut that off when
he circumcised me," Steve replied. "That's the hot
spot on most guys' cocks."
	"I'm glad you've still got yours. The doctor really
cut you tight. You've got a thick brown scar behind
the head."
	"Yeah he cut me really tight," Steve answered
ruefully. "My mother told me that they circumcised me
the day they sent us home, and that night she woke up
because I was crying. She opened my diaper and saw my
cock was hard and was bleeding where the edges of the
cut had separated. My parents took me to the emergency
room and they put a pressure bandage on my cock to
prevent erections because they said that the erection
caused the cut to separate. That left me with a thick
scar."
	"Is the skin just ahead of the scar very sensitive?"
I asked as I ran my fingertip around the tissue
between his scar and the rim.
	"Oh, yeah, that's real sensitive," he said. I saw
that a drop of clear liquid had parted the lips of his
slit.
	"You're seeping," I observed. "That means you're
getting turned on."%
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	"I really am. This talk and comparing made me really
hot." He leaned over to smell my prick. "I like the
odor of a freshly washed uncut cock. That smell really
does something for me. If a guy hasn't washed for a
few days, his skin starts to smell rancid, but yours
smells fresh and clean." I tweaked his glans again,
making his prick jump in my hand.
	"Squeezing the head stimulated the bulbo-cavernal
reflex," I informed him. "This could even make you
come if I kept it up long enough."
	"I feel my cock-root throb each time you do that.
It's really stimulating." Steve cupped my balls as he
spoke and I cupped his.
	"Your balls are low-hangers," I said. They're getting
tighter now that you're getting excited."
	"My balls always tighten up when I get hot," he
replied. "Yours seem to be tight anyway. That's
another way we're different."
	"You seep a lot more lube than I do," I said. "That's
another difference."
	"Your tip's really smooth and shiny. My tip's dry,
almost leathery. That comes from being circumcised."
	"Yeah, when they remove the foreskin, the head dries
out," I said.
	"And gets less sensitive," Steve added. "That's the
worst part of being cut. That's why I really envy you
guys with skins."
	"I'll do my best to make sure you have a hot time
today," I said. "I've handled guys who were
circumcised, and they liked it."
	"And I'll do my best for you," Steve said, raising
his head to kiss me lightly on the lips. I hugged him
to me, feeling his heartbeat against my chest.
	"Think we can come together?" Steve whispered in my
ear.
	"Maybe we can, but I like coming one after the other.
That way I can watch and feel you coming, without any
distractions."
	"You're probably right," he said. "I close my eyes
when I come, and I'd miss watching your shooting."
	"My mind shuts down when I come. I wouldn't really be
aware of your orgasm because I'd be so wrapped up in
my own."
	"Do your eyes close too?" he asked.
	"Oh, yeah, my eyes shut tight when I get close. I
even miss the show when I jack myself," I laughed.
	It's nice that we're going nice and slow. Getting'
there is half the fun," Steve observed.
	"I know it is," I said. "I know also that you're
really enjoying the sex talk and the comparing."
	"Fuckin' A," he said. "Sex talk and touching a hot
guy always turns me on a lot." I placed a fingertip on
the end of his helmet and began spreading the
lubricant in small circles around the long slit.
	"Does your helmet swell just before you come?" I
asked. "Mine does."
	"Mine does too. It gets really hard and shiny, and
the rim stands out even more."
	"Your rim stands out pretty well now," I said.
	"That's because there's no skin behind it, like on
yours. Your skin bunches up behind the rim, and fills
in that groove." He pulled back on my shaft skin,
drawing the thick fleshy collar away from my corona.
"See, your groove's as deep as mine when I pull your
skin back."
	"My rim stands out now, just like yours," I said.
Steve ran a fingertip lightly around my corona, and I
drew in my breath sharply in delight.
	"That does something for you," he observed. "Your
head's very sensitive."
	"You can feel a lot of sensations in yours too," I
replied. "As long as you keep it lubricated." I spread
the thick viscous fluid in wider circles over the
front of his glans.
	"I noticed that," he said. "I don't find it as hot
when I jack my cock dry. I don't have enough skin to
pull up over the head, and touching the head dry
doesn't do anything for me." He was seeping more now,
and I was able to wrap my fingers around the swollen
helmet and use a gentle twisting stroke to excite him.

	"That's really reaching deep inside me," he said.
"I'm glad I've got lots of lube. You don't have much,
though. Want some of mine? I've got a lot to spare."
	"I'd like that," I replied. "More lube would make my
foreskin slide easier." Steve stood and held his prick
above mine, and I removed my hand to let him milk his
shaft.
	"See? I can squeeze a lot out for you," he said as he
ran his fingertip up along the underside of his shaft,
dripping drops of his precious juice onto my naked
glans. Now he pulled my foreskin forward, spreading
the thick liquid evenly along my helmet.
	"It's  nice, really nice," I commented.
	"I'm glad you've got enough skin to cover the head
even when you're hard like this. That gives me more to
play with."
	"Long slow strokes do a lot for me," I said. "I can
feel my foreskin stretching as you stroke it over the
big helmet."
	"I know you've got a lot of nerve endings in that
skin. Uncut guys can feel them stretching when I
stretch their skins." He peeled back my foreskin,
slowly revealing my glans, and then stretched it
tightly back to bare the deep groove behind my flaring
corona.
	"That feels so good," I said. "You're making the head
stand out and stretching the nerve endings at the same
time."
	"I know what turns you on, Jack. I've had a little
experience handling uncut dicks." He leaned forward
tokiss me lightly on the lips again, and then sat down
next to me, his hand still wrapped around my prick.
Now he pushed my foreskin up to cover the head again,
stretching it as far forward as it would go.
	"I like the way your skin makes that thick pucker
ahead of the helmet when I push it forward like this,"
he continued.  That looks so sexy." As he spoke, I
kept twisting my fist around his glans.
	"I think my tip's getting' harder," I muttered. "Can
you feel it?"
	"Yeah, Jack. I can feel it through the skin. That
means you're close."
	"I think I am," I whispered as I lay back on the bed,
still twisting my fist around his swollen helmet to
excite him.
	"I think you should come first," he said. "Your tip's
more sensitive than mine. Do you get sleepy after you
come?"
	"No, not necessarily," I answered. "Do you?"
	"Yeah, I get very sleepy. That's another reason you
should bust your nut before I do. I might not be able
to finish you off if I come first."
	"Making me come will get you even more excited," I
said. I know stroking my foreskin's getting' you
pretty hot. Then you'll really blast off when I finish
you."
	"You're right, Jack. Just let me finish you off and
then you can do me." His fist increased its pace,
pumping my foreskin up and down over my now
well-lubricated helmet.
	"That feels nice, really nice," I whispered.
	"Does you tip get really sensitive when you come?" he
asked. "Lots of uncut guys get really sensitive then."
	"Yeah, it does, about halfway through. That's when
you'd better stop stroking me and just pull the skin
back all the way to keep me going."
	"I'll watch for that, then," he said. "Right now I
can see your tip's getting' darker."
	"I'm feeling a tickle in my rim, Steve. I know I'm
gettin' closer." He kept up the steady pace, drawing
my foreskin down and then pushing it up again to form
a pucker in front of my swollen helmet.
	"You've startin' to leak," he observed. "I just saw a
drop comin' from your hole."
	"I'm tightening up," I said through clenched teeth.
"You're makin' me really hot."
	"I like to watch your face now that you're getting'
close. Your eyes just closed."
	"Yeah, yeah," was all I could whisper. My legs had
begun trembling, and my stomach muscles were tight. My
awareness of the outside world was fading fast and my
mind focused on the delicious sensations in my prick.
I could still hear him, although I had trouble
replying.
	"I'm gonna pulls on your balls," he announced.
"That's gonna make the skin of your cock tighter." I
felt his expert fingers gripping the lower edge of my
sac and exert traction downward, adding to the
delicious sensations in my groin.
	"Your tip's so hard, I can feel it through the skin,"
he added. "It's really dark when I pull the skin down.
Gettin' tingly in the head yet?" I was slightly
surprised that he was pin-pointing my sensations so
accurately.
	"I think you're gonna pop any second," he continued.
His fingers expertly stroked my foreskin over the
swollen helmet, and my hot hard glans ached for
release.
	"This is it!" he shouted as he yanked my foreskin all
the way back, and with the stretching of the nerve
endings, the tingling feeling in my glans exploded,
shooting down my shaft to the root.
	I heard myself crying out helplessly as the hot
sensations of orgasm washed over me. My cock-root
convulsed, sending a gush of cream into my tube, where
it burned its way up to the end. He held my foreskin
back tightly and I felt his lips lock behind my rim as
his tongue danced over my throbbing helmet, provoking
another hot spasm deep inside me. The second torrent
of cream burst from my throbbing glans into his mouth,
and I cried out again with agonized ecstasy.
	His lips tightened around my glans as he swallowed my
cream, and another hot jet poured into my urethra.
Like the others, this one seared the tender lining of
my tube in its rush towards the end, and it slammed
through the lips of my slit to douse his tonsils.
	Now I felt him remove his lips from my helmet, which
was becoming very sensitive, and he just held my
foreskin tightly stretched back as another, weaker jet
burst from the exposed helmet. Another couple of jets
shot from my tip, and then the outpouring turned into
a steady ooze. My breathing was labored, but my orgasm
was coming to an end.
	"Man, that was hot, watching and feelin' you come," I
heard him say as my breathing began slowing to normal.
"I almost went myself. I stopped strokin' you after
three spurts, but I swallowed those big loads."
	"I thought I felt your mouth there," I said.
	"I didn't want all that juice to go to waste, so I
wrapped my lips around your helmet. I felt it throb
every time you shot. Then when I thought it was
getting' too sensitive, I backed off and just watched
that big purple tip shootin'. That was somethin' to
see."
	"Well, now that you're all worked up, let me finish
you off." I had not released his prick during my
orgasm, but had merely stopped stroking him while I
was pumping my juice. Now I began stroking his prick
in long strokes, from the base right to the big
helmet, where I gave a twist at the end of the stroke
and twisted my fist back as I began the downstroke.
	"Man, that feels good," he sighed. "Just remember to
keep a tight grip. I'm circumcised, and my cock ain't
as sensitive as yours."
	"I guess I don't have to stop while you're shooting,
do I?"
	"No, once I start, just pump my cock right to the
end. It doesn't get super-sensitive like yours." I
increased my pace, wanting to pump the cream right out
of his hot hard prick as I brought him to the hot
thrill of orgasm.
	Steve was breathing hard now, and I grasped his
scrotum to put tension on the skin, stretching its
nerve endings to add to his sensations. He responded
by moaning loudly as the sensations filled his body.
	"Your tip's getting' harder and darker," I observed,
knowing that talking him through it would be as
exciting to him as it had been for me.
	"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, caught up in the
sensations and unable to string many words together. I
know his mind was focused entirely on his penis and
the friction I was giving it.
	"You're really juicing now," I commented, knowing my
words would excite him further. "Your prick's nice and
wet." My fist was sliding easily up and down his shaft
and head, and I felt the surface of his helmet become
more hard and unyielding.
	"Your prick feels so hot," I added. The friction was
intense, and producing heat that filled both my
encircling fingers and his turgid penis. "The rim's
really dark and hard now. It really stands out more
when you're ready to come."
	"Ready^Å" he whispered as his eyes closed, and I knew
he was on the brink.
	"Head tingling now?" I asked, but got no answer
because Steve was entirely caught up in the hot
sensations in his groin. He grunted loudly as I gave a
hard twist to the head, and when I brought my hand
down to slam against his pubic bone he grunted again.
Now I swept my hand up and twisted the big turgid
head, and gave him an extra twist, pressing my fingers
into the triangular groove under the head to trigger
his orgasm.
	"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried as his hot hard
prick throbbed between my tightly clasping fingers. A
long jet of white cream shot up from his slit to fall
onto his stomach. I stroked downward to the base, and
then up again. When my fingers reached the helmet and
twisted it, he cried out again and his helmet sent
another hot spurt of cream into the air. I gave it
another twist, knowing I couldn't give him too much
sensation, and his prick spewed another jet for me.
His hips bucked as he thrust his swollen helmet deeper
into my encircling fingers, and another hot spurt
gushed from his long slit.
	The next jet was weaker, and fell back onto my
fingers. I massaged the thick cream into the helmet,
twisting to heighten his sensations before stroking
him down to the base.
	His loud cries filled the room as he responded
helplessly to the sweet agony that was filling his
body. I brought my hand up to twist it around the
straining glans again, and a long gush poured from his
slit to coat the head and my fingers with thick
slippery fluid. He grunted again, and sent another
gush to wet his helmet and my fingers.
	The thick white cream coated the dark purple helmet
as I massaged it into its hard surface. I made Steve
grunt again as I twisted my fist again. The flow had
eased to a steady dribble now, and wasn't as white as
before. More ooze flowed from his slit, almost clear
now, to coat his glans.
 	Now I stopped stroking him, and gently let his penis
drop to his abdomen as it began to soften and shrink.
Steve's breathing slowed and soon he opened his eyes.
	"Havin' fun?" He asked with a smile.
	"It was fun," I said. "I always enjoy feeling a guy's
prick throb in my hand while I make him come. I
enjoyed watching your big helmet spitting all that
juice too."
	"No skin to get in the way," he said, grinning.
	"You pulled my foreskin down so you could get your
mouth on it," I said. `Then you took your mouth off
and saw the same thing I did."
	"Yeah, I got to see your naked helmet shooting. I
told you that almost set me off." His voice was
becoming dull, and not only because of the daze that
follows orgasm. I let him rest for a few minutes, and
then spoke:
	"We've got to do this again, Steve." He looked up
into my eyes.
	Yeah, we should. Something clicked between us, and I
think we're very compatible. I kissed him tenderly.


The End