Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 10:37:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mutual Discovery, Part 2, Beginnings, 2/3

Mutual Discovery Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Mark and I decided to get together soon after our
first encounter. We'd found each other not only
compatible, but physically attractive. Last time we'd
pumped each other to orgasm, and decided that the next
time together we'd try docking.
This time Mark came to my house, and we went into my
bedroom without preliminaries or casual small talk. I
hugged him to me tightly, and he kissed me lightly on
the lips, sending a shiver through my body. I felt my
prick begin to stir in my clothes.
"Let's get naked," I said, and began doffing my
clothing until I was down to my boxers. My prick
bulged through the thin fabric, the outline of the big
head clearly visible through the thick foreskin and
the cloth. Mark also stripped down to his shorts, and
I saw his half-swollen prick bulging in its folds.
"We both wear boxers," he said. "I'd noticed that last
time, and I guess you wear them for the same reason I
do."
"Right," I answered. "I don't like tight clothing, and
I like the way my prick feels swinging when I walk."
Both our pricks had big heads, giving them a
heavy-ended feel that felt good when they were free to
move. I grasped the waistband of his boxers and began
easing them down.
"Let me see what's underneath," I said as I pushed
them down farther to reveal the thick base of his
cock. A big vein ran down the length of his prick
almost to the end, which came into view as I pushed
his shorts down to his thighs. The skin of his prick
was smooth and unblemished, bulging over the big head
and ending in a dime-sized opening that allowed me to
view his piss-slit, surrounded by sensitive pink
tissue.
"My turn," he said, pushing my boxers down to my
thighs. I saw his eyes fixed on my dangling dick,
taking in the bulge of the big head and the long
nipple formed by my foreskin beyond the end.

"That long foreskin fascinates me," he exclaimed,
grasping the end of the nipple and stretching it out.
"I bet you've got enough for both of us." The
sensitive head of my prick slid around inside its hood
as Mark continued to play with the fleshy sleeve,
pulling and shaking it slightly, the subtle sensations
stimulating my prick to full hardness.
"Yours is nice too, the way it lets the tip of the
head peep out. That looks very sexy." I squeezed his
bulging glans through the skin, feeling it fill with
blood between my fingers. The shaft straightened and
stiffened, and within seconds Mark's beautiful prick
was standing out, pointing right at my stomach from
its blond pubic bush, the foreskin pulled tightly back
from the big pink head. Uncapped, the head was even
more attractive than its outline had been through the
shroud, with round front dome, expanding to a high
flaring ridge that had a sexy sculptured look. He got
on his knees and began pushing my long foreskin
towards my stomach, slowly revealing the big fireman's
helmet.
"Wow, that feels so good," I said as his warm fingers
stretched my thick foreskin back over the head.
"I'm glad we're both uncut. I love the way your prick
smells, love the glossy purple head." I pulled him to
the bed, where I'd laid out a couple of bath towels,
and pushed him gently onto the mattress. Now I got
into a "69" position with him, inhaling the rich
masculine fragrance of his naked glans.
"Your smell is delicious too," I said as I encircled
the ring of foreskin behind his flaring rim and pulled
it toward me, bringing it up to cover part of the
beautifully contoured helmet. The tip of my tongue
probed his slit, and I felt his cock throb in my hand.
His prick tasted salty and musky, as I felt the
viscous flood of lube pour from his slit onto my
tongue.
"Your skin covers the head even hard," he said,
pushing his tongue into the thick pucker at the end of
my foreskin. I felt it touch my slit, and a responsive
throb filled my cock-root. His tongue pushed farther
in, caressing the broad upper surface of my glans and
stretching the nerve endings in my foreskin as he
probed for my corona. I cupped his low-hangers with my
other hand as I let his foreskin uncover the shapely
head, and I ran my tongue around the rim.
"You have the same little bumps on the back of your
rim as I do," I said as I paused in my action.

"Yeah, they're the nerve endings. It's really
sensitive back there." He'd withdrawn his mouth from
my prick to speak, but now pushed his tongue
aggressively back into my hood, running it around my
corona. An electric thrill ran from my prick through
my body. I spoke again:
"Want to try docking before we unload in each other's
mouths?" Mark took his mouth from my prick and
swiveled on the bed to face me. He adjusted his
swollen prick so that the head touched the pucker in
my foreskin. The front of his glans was wet and
slippery with his lubricant.
"Let's see if your skin will stretch enough," he said,
pressing his engorged glans against my prick. His
fingers stripped my foreskin back enough to bare the
front dome of my glans, and he slid the front of his
prick in small circles around the end of mine, the
glassy smooth friction exciting us both.
"Here, let me do it," I suggested. "You just hold your
prick aligned with mine." Mark held his thick
seven-incher steady and I began to slide my foreskin
forward, first covering my tip completely so that the
orifice formed a thick pucker. Then I slid it farther,
covering the round front dome of his hit pink glans,
as I heard him sigh in delight. I felt his tip throb
against mine, as the contact with my enveloping
foreskin heightened his sensations.
"Give it to me, Jack, let me have it all the way!" he
said as I pushed my foreskin forward to engulf more of
his bulging glans. Now the orifice had stretched wide
to cover his helmet almost to the rim, and I pushed it
slowly, to slide over the sexy flare. The tightly
stretched foreskin expanded to cover his rim, then the
edge snapped down into the deep groove beyond it,
touching the tight pink ring of his stretched-back
hood.
"WOW! I've never felt another guy's hood around my
head," he said, the fire in his eyes burning into
mine. "I really love that."
"I've never stretched my skin to cover a big head like
yours," I countered. "If yours were any bigger, the
skin would tear." I felt Mark's prick thrusting
lightly inside my hood, his glans compressing the end
of mine. Mark's cock-head was seeping lube copiously,
lubricating our tips and the sleeve of skin that
encapsulated them. My foreskin was stretched tightly
over both our cock-heads, giving no slack to move back
and forth, and I twisted my hood over both engorged
heads. The twisting sensation over his swollen rim
really reached him, and he moaned loudly.
"Oh, Jack, I won't be able to hold back," he wailed.
"I'm so hot I'm right on the edge!."
"Just let yourself go," I urged. "Don't try to hold
back. Just let your sperm shoot into my skin." I felt
the hard throbs of his glans, both against my
cock-head and through my fingers encircling my
foreskin and our tips. His balls were tight against
his body now, and his breathing ragged.

"Any second, now," he said, and I saw his eyes close
as he withdrew into himself in anticipation of the
explosive release. I felt him thrusting his engorged
tip hard against mine as he neared the peak.
"Go ahead, let it happen!" I urged. "Just let it
shoot! I want to feel your hot cream inside my hood."
Mark cried out helplessly as the first powerful throb
from his cock assaulted my glans and I felt a hot wash
filling my foreskin. His cock throbbed again and
pumped against mine as he cried out helplessly, and
the hot fluid swirled around both our tips, the excess
beginning to leak from the edge of my foreskin onto
the towel underneath.
"HUNHH! HUNH! HUNHH!" he cried as the full force of
the orgasm wracked his body. MY glans was fully
swollen, and felt every throb of his hard prick as
torrents of cream shot from his tip, and now I felt
the hot tingle in my glans, the precursor of my own
storm. My eyes closed.
"AAAHHHHHH! AHH! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I cried helplessly
as my body responded, and the heavy pumping began in
my cock-root. I felt a burning in my urethra as the
hot lava shot up my throbbing cock, emerging to mix
with his juice, and I felt myself tumbling into limbo.
Time stopped, as my mind was numbed by the orgasm, and
I felt waves of pure pleasure washing over me. Our
fluids, forcefully expelled from our throbbing tips,
mixed freely inside my hood, running out the end and
wetting my encircling fingers.
We lay very quietly, still dazed after our orgasms had
played themselves out, and I felt the residual throbs
of his prick against mine as they began to soften.
There was a light tickling feeling in my urethra as
the last drops crawled up towards the exit hole, and i
milked my shaft to force them out. A large gob of
white cream poured from our pricks as they separated,
his glans slipping from under my foreskin. I noticed
that his cock-head was deep red, covered by streaks of
cream. Shrinking, it began retreating back into his
hood.
My foreskin was still locked into the groove behind my
deep purple rim, and I helped it forward with two
fingers, watching as it enveloped the head to form a
long nipple beyond it. Mark reached down to grasp the
end.
"You've got so much skin, Jack. No wonder you were
able to dock me." His warm fingers continued to pull
and stretch my long hood, putting tension on the nerve
endings it contained.
"I think we need a shower now," I said as I got up
from the bed. Mark got to his feet and I gathered up
the towel to take it into the bathroom. Dropping it
into the laundry hamper, I turned on the water and we
stepped in. The hot water felt delicious as it poured
over our sweaty bodies, and I poured liquid soap onto
the sponge. Working it around his shoulders, I slowly
moved down his chest.
"Ever pee in the shower, Jack? I've gotta go now, and
I hope it doesn't gross you out."
"No, go right ahead," I encouraged him. "Just let me
try something." I pulled his foreskin towards me,
stretching it to totally engulf the shrunken head, and
pinched the end shut. Mark's stream began, making the
hood swell because it was trapped by my finger
pressure that closed his orifice.
"Wow, that really makes it balloon out," he commented.
I waited until his foreskin was twice the diameter of
his shaft before letting go, knowing that any further
stretching would be uncomfortable for him. His thick
yellow gush poured over our legs before dropping into
the drain.
"Good thing urine's water-soluble," I said. "It'll
rinse off. Now you want to do it to me? I've gotta pee
too." The last dribbles of fluid seeped from the now
exposed end of hs glans as Mark pinched the end of my
long foreskin's nipple, and I relaxed my sphincter. We
watched as my foreskin began to swell, and when it was
fully ballooned he let go, allowing the heavy stream
to flow and pour over our legs. I skinned his prick,
allowing the shower stream to rinse the precious head,
then slipped it forward again. Mark worked my long
foreskin back to rinse mine, then replaced it. The
handling had made our pricks half-hard again, and we
washed under each other's balls, pushing our pricks
aside to gain access. Finally we rinsed off and I
turned off the faucet. When we stepped out of the
shower, I began drying him with my towel, paying
particular attention to his prick. Once I'd finished,
he dried me, carefully skinning back my prick and
gently dabbing at the now swollen head.
Back on the bed, we sat facing each other. Our pricks
were still half hard, despite our recent explosive
releases. Mark's foreskin was half drawn back over the
beautifully contoured, head, allowing me to study his
round front dome. I lifted it to see the twin lobes
under the head where the two sides of his corona swept
forward to meet in a thin weld line underneath. His
thick gee-string was in the deep triangular groove
between them, connecting his glans to the swept back
foreskin.

"That's what pulls your foreskin forward again when
your prick gets soft," I commented as I ran my finger
lightly over the sensitive flesh of his gee-string.
His cock jumped in my hand, and I knew he was very
sensitive there.
"Yeah, when I was younger it was really tight, and the
skin wouldn't pull back all the way when I got hard,
but it stretched as I got older," he said. "The doctor
wanted to cut my gee-string, but my father wouldn't
let him."
"My foreskin was really long and tight when I was a
kid. The doctor said it was too long and he wanted to
circumcise me, but my parents said no. Then he asked
them to let him remove only the excess over the end,
the nipple, but my father wouldn't hear of it. My
father's skin was the same way, and it never gave him
any trouble. He showed me how to pull it back when I
got older and it loosened up."
"Let me pull it back for you now," Mark said as he
grasped my foreskin firmly between thumb and
forefinger and pushed it back over the swelling head.
He lifted my now hard shaft to peer at the underside.
"You don't seem to have as much of a gee-string as I
do," he said as the underside came into view. "Your
groove underneath is deep, like mine, though." He
pressed a finger into the groove, making my prick
throb.
"I'm very sensitive there, like you," I said. "You
could make me come just by rubbing me there." His
prick was fully hard, like mine, and the hood had
slipped behind his beautifully contoured corona.
"The head's the most beautiful part of a man's prick,"
he said as he ran a fingertip lightly around my slit.
The lips had pouted to form a teardrop shaped orifice.
"Your slit's different from mine. Mine just stays a
slit, but yours opens up when your tip's hard."
"Yeah, and the color's different too. Mine's purple;
yours is pink." A drop of clear fluid had parted the
lips of his slit, and I spread it in small circles
over the front of his glans, feeling the glassy smooth
texture of his sensitive flesh.
"We're both hot again, so soon," he said. "Think we
can go for it again?"
"I think we can, and we'd better, otherwise we'll
never get to sleep. "I'd like to see the cream spurt
from your naked head," I asked.
"Yeah, I'd enjoy that. I need relief bad now. Do me
and then I'll do you."
"Okay, you go first. That way I'll be able to
concentrate on making you come." I grasped Mark's
prick by the base with my left hand and my right
forefinger began spreading the drop of lube in his
slit in small circles. Mark lay back, enjoying the
sensations. I reached for a bottle of Astroglide and
poured a few drops on his swollen red head. What I was
planning required lots of lubrication.
Wow, that makes my cock-head feel warm," he said as he
spread a towel over his stomach. I pulled his shaft
skin back hard, baring the back face of his flaring
rim, and traced its sexy contours with my fingertips.
Mark began to moan.
I felt the glassy smooth hardness of his glans in my
fingertips as I kept moving them over the head,
knowing that the sensations reached deep inside his
body. Cut guys have no idea of how sensitive a glans
protected by foreskin is, and how it reacts to the
slightest touch. Mark's prick was throbbing
rhythmically under my fingers as I slid my fingertips
around his glans.
"I'll keep my fingertips moving to avoid tiring out
your nerve endings," I said as I caressed his
sensitive tissues. His moaning grew louder, filling
the room, as I sent lightning bolts of sensation into
his rim. His shaft throbbed in my hand, and his balls
drew up tightly against his body. Mark's hips began
bucking, and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out
for long, exactly my intention.
"Tryin' to relax," he muttered through clenched teeth.
I wouldn't let him relax and my fingertips moved
across the broad upper surface of his engorged tip,
and caressed the front dome around his slit. Mark's
slit was seeping heavily now, lubricating my fingers,
and I pressed my index finger into the hot spot under
the head, probing the triangular groove where is
gee-string attached.
"Just relax and let me do the work," I suggested as my
fingertips moved around his swollen rim once more,
lightly kissing the little buds of sensation that
studded the back face. The already engorged rim
swelled and hardened even more as he approached the
edge. I saw Mark's eyes close as he withdrew into
himself, and I felt the surface of his glans become
hard as it lost its spongy feel. He was very close,
and his tip turned deeper red as orgasm approached.
His hips bucked harder, and I moved closer to his hard
cock, to get a close-up view of his glans when it
began spouting.
"AH! HAH! HAH! HAH!" he cried as the sensations
peaked. Unable to defer the orgasm, Mark tumbled into
the canyon, as his prick pulsed in my hand. His shaft
jumped and his hot hard glans throbbed against my
fingertips as the first white jet shot high into the
air inches from my eyes, falling back onto his prick
and my encircling fingers. His prick thrust into my
fingers, and I knew that the thrusting enhanced his
sensations. I massaged his rim to bring another
pulsing jet, hearing his helpless cries as the
sensations overwhelmed him. His beautifully sculptured
glans throbbed again as another creamy jet erupted to
fall back onto the towel. My fingers ran around the
circumference of his rim, bringing forth more jets,
until Mark gasped in agony:
"Stop! Stop! Stop! It's too sensitive." I lifted my
fingers from his throbbing tip, feeling the residual
pulses of his shaft in my other hand as the last drops
oozed from his pouting slit. He relaxed and stopped
moving.
"You thrust when you're hot," I observed.
"Yeah, when I get near I have to buck my hips, and
this makes it hotter for me. I always do that."
"I guess when we try "Princeton" you'll want to be the
one with your prick between my thighs. That way you'll
get the most out of your thrusting."
"Yeah, that'll do it for me," he replied. "Now you lie
back and let me work on your cock." I did as he'd
suggested, and felt Mark's fist hold my cock up from
my stomach as his other hand spread a towel underneath
to catch my fluid. Normally, I don't secrete much
lubricant, but there was a drop of clear fluid filling
the teardrop shaped hole at the end of my glans. Now
he began spreading that drop in small circles around
the orifice as his left hand pulled my thick foreskin
back hard, baring my flaring rim. The sharpness of the
sensations made me moan.
"Wow, that feels so intense!" I said through gritted
teeth as his fingertips caressed the nerve endings in
my hot tip. He paused to pour a lot of Astroglide over
my cock-head to ensure that it was well lubricated,
then resumed his maddening caresses.
"That feels so good," I said as I felt his fingertips
run around my flaring rim, then around the
nerve-studded back face and into the deep groove
behind it. I was already primed from watching and
feeling him come, and I knew he'd have me spurting
within seconds.
"Your tip's turning darker purple, and getting
harder," he said as his fingers continued to explore
the contours of my swollen cock-head. "I know your
tip's really sensitive, like mine, and I'm gonna make
you shoot harder than you ever did in your life." His
left hand pulled back harder on my shaft skin,
stretching it tightly and adding to the stimulation.
"Do it, do it," I pleaded as the hot sensations filled
my cock-head. His stroking fingertips produced a sharp
tickle in my glans wherever they touched, and I was
moaning helplessly under his hands.
"Your tip's really hot and hard now," he said. "I love
to watch when that happens. I'm going to get real
close, so I can see your tip explode." His fingers
continued to dance over my glans, and the sharp tickle
turned into a hot tingle as he forced me closer to the
brink.
"HAH! HAH! HAH!" I moaned as the sensations mounted,
and I felt the tension building in the root of my
cock, despite my best efforts at relaxing. I felt a
hot tickle in my cock-root as a drop of fluid crawling
up my tube.
"You're juicing now," he said as his fingertips traced
around my orifice, spreading the lube around it. Now
they moved back to my hard swollen rim, and stroked
its circumference. My eyes closed to shut out the
world as electric sensations spread over my body.
"Man, those little studs of nerve endings are really
standing out in your rim," he said as I felt a deep
ache in my glans, straining for release. I felt my
stomach muscles tighten as my legs began to tremble.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH," I cried out helplessly, as the first
heavy throb wracked my cock-root, sending a jet of hot
lava shooting up my urethra. The hot fluid burned as
it rushed to the end, adding to my sensations. A
second sharp pulse followed the first as I tumbled
helplessly into orgasm, feeling the sharp tickle of
Mark's magic fingers drawing the orgasm from my glans.
"Go for it, go for it!" he cried as I shot another
load. "I love to watch your big tip spurt." His tight
fist gripped my shaft as his fingertips moved around
the hard surface of my tingling glans, sending hot
messages of joy into the nerve endings, and I cried
out again, helpless in his hands.
"AH-AH-AH!" I felt the sharp burning tickle of each
jet squirting up my urethra, slamming through the lips
of my pouting slit to pour onto the towel.
"You're really shooting," I heard Mark say in the
distance. "You shot ten inches that time." I was
overwhelmed by the mind-numbing sensations of climax,
and cried out again and again as Mark lovingly drew
the orgasm from me. I lost track of time, aware only
of the heavy pounding in my cock-root and the jets
that coursed up my tube as my glans tingled with his
touches.
Suddenly the tingle in my glans became too much, and I
cried "Stop! Stop!" because the sensations had become
too intense. Mark removed his fingers from my
throbbing tip, but kept my shaft skin stretched down
tightly to maintain the sensations. My last throbs
were weak, and the jets slowed down to a continual
ooze as the residual cream seeped from my cock-head.
"Man, you shot a hell of a load, and I had a front row
seat for it. I really enjoyed watching your tip spurt,
just like mine did." My cock had stopped throbbing,
and now I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at
me.
After that workout, we napped for a short while before
Mark got up and began dressing.
"I want to see you again," he said. We knew we had
many more experiences to share, and that we'd meet
again soon.

The end