Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 11:48:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mutual Discovery

Mutual Discovery
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd met Mark at a party, and we immediately took a
liking to each other. We discovered that we were both
30, both divorced, and both horny. We'd had a couple
of drinks together when he said:
"I'd sure like to get to know you better." The
fervency of his tone, and the way his blue eyes stared
into my brown ones, left little doubt about what he
meant.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Across town," he replied.
"I live only a few blocks from here. We'd be better
off going to my place." He immediately agreed, and we
left the party, each taking his car until he pulled up
behind me in my driveway. Inside, we proceeded to the
kitchen, where I pulled two bottles of Beck's from the
refrigerator. I saw that Mark was exactly my height,
but blond instead of brown-haired. We sat at the
table.
"I really want to know what you're like," he said.
"I'm all for that, and I'd like to see what you're
like too."
"Without the clothes?" he asked with a smile. There
was no doubt now.
"Exactly. Without the clothes," I replied. We finished
our beers and I led him to my unmade queen size bed. I
began shucking my clothes without a word, and saw that
he was stripping too. Mark was solidly built, with a
thick blond pubic bush, out of which protruded a neat,
symmetrical tube of flesh, through which I could see
the end of his pink glans, parted by a thin slit.
"Man, you've got lots of foreskin," he said as he
scrutinized my pubic area. "It's a lot longer then
mine." I knew he meant that my long foreskin extended
beyond the glans, forming a thick nipple.
"Go ahead, touch it if you want," I offered. Mark
reached out, grasping the nipple and stretching it
out, and I reciprocated by squeezing the head of his
cock rhythmically through the skin. I knew this would
make his cock-root throb, and I worked his prick until
it was fully hard. Meanwhile, my cock had engorged
with blood and we studied each other's hard pricks.
"Hey, your skin still covers the head," he said. We
both saw that his cock-head had pushed through its
fleshy sleeve, which now encircled the rim of his
glans like a collar.
"I'm glad we're both uncut," I said. "I think it's
more fun to be uncut. That skin gives me a lot of room
for long slow strokes."
"Mine too, although it's not as long as yours." I
pulled his foreskin forward, stretching it over the
head, and saw it draw back immediately when I released
it. Mark's fingers eased my long sleeve back from the
head of my cock, and we studied the differences in our
tips.
"You've got a big head, like mine," he said. "It looks
like a fireman's helmet, and that flaring ridge is
very sexy." He stroked my foreskin forward, and when
he let go it stayed over the head.
"Yours is pink; mine is purple," I commented. "Yours
also has a sexy flare to the ridge. I really like
that." I ran my index finger lightly around his rim,
making him draw his breath in sharply.
"My tip's very sensitive," he said. "Is yours the same
way?" He pushed back my hood to bare the glans and
pressed his index finger into the hot spot under the
head. I shivered.
"You bet it is," I said. "Our tips are always covered,
and that keeps them sensitive." We sat side by side on
the bed, and our hand gravitated to each other's
crotches.
"Your balls are tight against your body. Mine are
low-hangers." Mark cupped my balls, and I gathered his
loose scrotum in one hand, fingertips pressing into
the tender flesh behind them.
"Do yours draw up when you're really excited?" I
asked. My fingertips felt his cock-root throb each
time I squeezed the head of his hard cock.
"Oh, yeah, they do." Mark's other hand drew my
foreskin up over the naked head, then pushed it back
again, making me quiver in excitement.
"That feels so nice when you do that," I said, then
leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. I felt
Mark's tongue pushing between my lips, and it slipped
past my parted teeth and probed my mouth. Then I
pulled away.
"Man, you really love kissing," he said. His warm
fingers kept pushing my long fleshy sleeve up and down
my shaft, engulfing the big helmet, then baring it as
he pushed the skin back. I wrapped my fist around his
shaft to push the foreskin forward, then loosened my
grip to let it slip back off the head, watching it
snap into the deep groove behind his flaring corona.
"I want to watch you come," I said as I pushed him
back on the bed. "Let me do you first, so I can see
everything, your face, your prick, all of it." Mark
moaned loudly as my encircling fingers worked the
foreskin up over his swollen tip again. His balls drew
up tightly against his crotch, and I knew I was
reaching him.
"Yeah, do it to me, and then I'll do you." I continued
to work his foreskin up and down, but this time I kept
my grip, drawing his foreskin back tightly on the
down-stroke because I knew that would stretch the
nerve endings in his foreskin and gee-string.
"It's good that you're uncut too," he whispered. "You
know exactly what feels good on my prick." His
breathing had deepened, and I knew he was getting
close. I felt his fingers relax on my prick, and a
moment later they released it as he concentrated on
the delicious sensations in his groin.
"Relax, and I'll make your beautiful prick feel good."
I increased my pace, and watched his face contort as
waves of sensation poured into him. I felt his hot
hard tip expanding under my fingers, and saw it turn
reddish as it engorged with more blood. Clear fluid
seeped from his orifice, coating the red head,
lubricating his foreskin, and running down over my
encircling fingers. I felt his cock-root throb hard,
and saw his eyes close as the mind-numbing sensations
overwhelmed him. I knew he was on the brink, and I
gave his foreskin a hard tug down to bare his swollen
head and launch his climax.
HUNHH, HUNHH, HUNHH," he cried as his shaft and glans
throbbed hard, and I saw a gush of thick white cream
shoot from his tip onto his stomach. His hips bucked,
and another hot torrent erupted from the engorged red
glans. He writhed on the bed as his prick sent another
torrent arcing onto his stomach. I kept pumping his
foreskin, drawing several more spurts from his
throbbing tip, until I felt he was becoming too
sensitive to continue stroking him. Now I skinned him
back completely, watching the naked red glans seep its
lst discharges, until he became utterly still.
"You really pumped out a load," I said as I released
his still throbbing prick and reached for a towel to
wipe the cream from his stomach. I sopped up the
puddles of discharge, then worked the towel up his
shaft, wiping away the sticky white fluid. I lightly
touched the rough towel to his still hard tip, and saw
him quiver.
"That's so sensitive," he moaned. I drew his foreskin
up in a milking motion, forcing the last drops from
his slit, where they dripped onto the towel. Now his
prick was at rest, beginning to soften, and I let it
flop onto his stomach. He opened his eyes and smiled
at me as he got up on one elbow.
"Now I'll make you come," he said. "Now I want to
watch you." He pushed me flat as he grasped my hard
cock, sliding the long foreskin back to bare the
helmet. I knew that he'd be able to give all his
attention to making me come, now that he'd had his
orgasm. I lay back to enjoy the treatment.
"Man, you've got a long skin," he said as he continued
to pump it up and down my big purple helmet. "Think it
might fit over my head?"
"We can try it next time," I suggested. "I'd love to
feel you shoot your load inside my skin." Mark's
fingers tightened on my shaft, and he pumped the
fleshy hood faster over my straining cock-head.
"It's turning darker purple," he said. "You're really
close, I know." I knew. I knew that my mind was
shutting down, as all my attention focused on the
heightened sensations in my cock. I felt my crotch
muscles tighten, and my legs began trembling as the
crisis neared.
"AAAAHHHHHHH," I said as the sensations peaked. I was
helpless in his hands, and I felt him pump my foreskin
ruthlessly to drive me over the edge. My glans was so
swollen that it ached, needing release, and my stomach
muscles tightened as the moment approached. MY eyes
closed.
"You're there!" he exclaimed as a hot tingle began in
my cock-rim, and I felt the hot waves of orgasm fill
me. A heavy pumping in my cock-root launched the first
hot gush up my tube, burning its way to spurt out of
my glans. I cried out in eager, joyful agony as the
delicious torture began, sending hot jets burning
their way up my hot, throbbing prick.
I was writhing helplessly as my cock continued to
throb, the foreskin producing compelling and delicious
friction as Mark stroked it over my cock-head. I cried
out helplessly, tumbling in space, disoriented by the
mind-numbing sensations as my cock gushed repeatedly.
Now I felt the sensations slackening, the throbs
becoming weaker, but Mark continued to pump my
foreskin extracting every possible sensation from my
tortured prick. Finally, he stopped, leaving the
foreskin covering the too-sensitive head, and I began
to relax.
"Wow, that was intense," I said as I opened my eyes. I
saw Mark smiling down at me.
"Man, I really enjoyed watching you come," he said.
"You were really into it, and you were yelling and
moaning each time you shot." I saw that my stomach was
covered with my discharges, and watched as Mark wiped
them away with the towel. He milked my prick through
the thick foreskin, and the residue seeped from the
thick pucker.
"Thanks so much, it was so intense." I relaxed on the
bed until Mark lay down beside me again. I reached for
his hand.
When's next time going to be?" he asked. "I'd really
like to feel your skin over my tip."
"Sooner than you think."

The end