Date: Wed, 18 May 2005 14:49:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mutual Discovery, Part 3, 3/3

Mutual Discovery Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Mark and I had experimented heavily, discovering each
other's sexuality and preferences, and found that we'd
been very compatible, sharing several intense orgasms.
We'd masturbated each other, watching intently as we'd
stroked each other to climax, hearing each other's
helpless cries, and feeling the pulses of our pricks
as they discharged.
We were both thirty, divorced, and had been
experimenting with man to man sex for a couple of
years. Our personalities were very compatible, and
we'd enjoyed each other's company very much, in
non-sexual situations as well as hot sexual sessions.
As we were both fortunately uncut, we'd docked,
slipping the long foreskin of my six-incher over the
shapely red head of his seven-inch cock, bringing us
to hot, thrilling orgasms. We'd felt each other's
cream swirling around our engorged cock-heads,
enhancing the hot thrill of orgasm for us both as our
fluids mixed and leaked out the edges of my tightly
stretched foreskin.
Now we were once more in my bedroom, scrutinizing each
other's naked forms, our pricks already beginning to
swell just from contemplating the view. Mark's prick
protruded from his blond bush, arcing over his low
hanging ball sac, the head already peeping out of its
fleshy sleeve as he sat on the bed. A drop of clear
fluid already parted the lips of his slit. I stood in
front of him, displaying my long-foreskinned prick,
with its hood forming a long, thick, and fleshy nipple
beyond the still-covered head.
"I really like the curve of your butt," he said. "It
looks so hot and sexy."
"Yeah, I've been called `bubble-butt' by some guys.
Yours isn't bad, either." As I spoke, Mark had reached
out to me, and I felt his large hands clasping my
cheeks as he pulled me to him until my half-hard prick
was touching his lips.
"I love the way your prick smells," he said. The
pheromones really excite me." He inhaled deeply as his
lips brushed the long nipple.
"Yours smells sexy too," I replied as Mark insinuated
his tongue into the fleshy sleeve, tickling my slit.
My prick jerked at the contact, filling out further as
hot blood rushed into it. The big fireman's helmet
showed clearly through the thick hood, and Mark's
fingers traced its outline through the skin. I reached
down to wrap my fingers around his shaft, gently
sliding the loose skin up and down. Now that he was
fully erect, Mark's foreskin had slid back to reveal
the red helmet shaped head, and I lightly bumped the
flaring rim with the thick fleshy sleeve that had
gathered in folds behind the head. I heard him sigh in
contentment as I stroked his skin up and down his
pole, pushing it back hard along his shaft to stretch
the nerve endings, then bringing it up to bump his
ridge again.
Mark's thick tongue probed deeper into my foreskin,
stretching it out as it caressed my swollen corona,
making the studded nerve endings tingle. I moaned as I
felt his warm tongue explore the hidden places inside
my hood, and my cock-head throbbed in response.
"I love to tongue your foreskin," he said as he
released my now hard prick, which stood up at an angle
that pointed it right between his eyes. Mark's left
hand cupped my tight scrotum, gently kneading the eggs
inside. I sat down beside him and gathered his loose
sac into my hand, pressing my fingertips into the
tender flesh behind it.
"I'd really like to slip my prick between your
cheeks," he said. "I know I'd get off pumping my prick
while I stroked you." I knew what he meant, having
noticed during our previous encounters that Mark
enjoyed thrusting as I stimulated his hot hard penis.
"We can try Princeton," I suggested, "as I'd mentioned
last time. That would let you pump your hips."
"Yeah, pumping my hips always makes it hotter for me.
I always cream a lot when I thrust. What would do it
for you, though?"
"I always enjoy the feel of your fingers around my
prick when you work my foreskin back and forth. You've
seen what that does to me." Mark's hand pulled my hood
back to reveal the big purple helmet, then slid it
forward again to engulf it totally, and I saw the
foreskin form a thick pucker beyond the end of my
glans.
You've got so much foreskin," he said. "I'm always
fascinated by the way it reaches all the way to the
tip and still covers the head no matter how hard you
are. Mine slides back, and I can get it only half way
up the head when I stroke. The head of your cock's
must be about two inches long, and the skin covers it
all."
"Mine's always been long and thick," I said.
"Especially as a kid, my father said I had more
foreskin than penis. I always liked it that way
because I had nice long strokes while jacking. Yours
is nice too," I added, very happy that his penis had a
collar of skin around the end instead of a thick brown
scar ring.
"I know I'll enjoy stroking your skin and watching you
come. I can feel your cock throb through the skin, and
I know how much I'm turning you on."
"You can do that while we do Princeton," I said as I
got up and spread a large bath towel over the bed as
Mark moved to give me room. I picked up a condom and a
tube of K-Y from the bedside table.
"Go ahead, put it on me," he said, laying flat on his
back to offer me his prick. I tore open the envelope
and squirted some jelly inside the condom, then
grasped his shaft to bring it straight up.
"Okay, I'll slip it on you. Your foreskin's already
retracted, and that'll make it easy to roll right down
your prick. It's more comfortable doing Princeton with
a condom, so it avoids hair burns when you really get
into it." I placed the condom roll on top of his glans
and began unrolling it. My fingers worked it down over
the sexy contours, caressing the nerve endings in his
hot swollen tip.
"The condom'll catch my cream, too. I know how messy
it can be when you get semen in your pubic hairs. It's
so sticky it's hard to wash off."
"Yeah, I'd have a hard time getting all your juice out
of my hairs, especially since I've seen how much you
shoot." I rolled the condom down his shaft right to
the base, leaving enough slack to give him freedom of
movement. Now I lay on my left side facing away from
him and lifted my right leg.
"Good thing we'll be on our left sides. I'm right
handed, and it'll be easy to put my arm over you to
reach your prick," he said as he slipped behind me and
guided his prick between my thighs. I felt the end
touch my tight scrotal sac and dropped my leg to
capture it. Mark began thrusting, slowly at first,
feeling every sensation as his prick slid back and
forth inside the latex sleeve. His arm snaked over my
body and I felt his warm fingers enclose my prick,
sliding my long foreskin back and forth to caress the
head.
"I'm fascinated by your foreskin. It's so long, and I
can feel every contour of the head when I slide it,"
he said as he nuzzled my neck. His fingers wrapped
deliciously around my foreskin, sliding it back to
reveal the big swollen purple helmet, glistening in
the soft light. Then he gently slipped it forward to
cover the head again, stretching the hood to form a
thick pucker beyond the end of the glans. "How did you
manage to stay uncut?" he added.
"I was born in Southern France," I replied. "They
don't do that shit over there. How about you?"
"My father was uncut, and told the doctor he wanted me
to leave the hospital with everything I'd been born
with. He was a big guy, and the doc was just a little
shrimp, and that's how he got the point across."
Mark's words trailed off as I felt him pick up his
tempo, his prick sliding between my thighs. I squeezed
my thigh muscles together, clamping down on his
hardness and provoking a loud moan as the sensations
hit him. His hips bucked harder and he thrust faster,
slamming his stomach against my buttocks as his cock
tip reached for my balls.
"That feels so gooooood^Å." I moaned as his fingers
twisted my foreskin over the bulging head. He'd
stopped stroking back and forth, and now was just
twisting my foreskin, his fingers palpating my swollen
rim as he worked the foreskin sideways over the head.
Mark was thrusting faster now, and his breathing
became heavy as his excitement mounted. I felt his
hardness thrusting between my clenched thigh muscles,
his shaft and head sliding along my perineum, the big
head pushing against my tight sac with each forward
stroke. His fingers tightened on my cock, sending
waves of sensation into the swollen head and shaft.
"I think you're close," I muttered through clenched
teeth. His thrusting was becoming frenzied, impelled
by his rising excitement.
"Yeah, I am. You're ready too, I think." His fingers
tightened on my cock, skinning it back completely as I
felt his hot hard prick lunge towards my sac, then
withdraw. An intense tickling feeling began in my
glans as he worked the foreskin in long strokes up
over its rim, right to the end, then peeled it back
utterly.
"Go for it, Mark!" I said as I clenched my thigh
muscles to give him more sensations.
"Can we come together?" he asked, whispering. "That
would be nice."
"Yeah, we can," I replied. "Just go for it, and stroke
me hard. When feel it start, I'll use my fingers to
make you come." Mark stroked my long hood to massage
my glans, producing a hot tingle that spread from the
rim to deep inside the head. I knew I was very close.
"Okay, buddy. I'll make you cream right now. Your
tip's so hard that I know you're right there. I can
feel it through the skin," he gasped. His fingers
continued to work my foreskin in long, twisting
strokes, and the hot tingle in the head spread down my
shaft to the root. It felt as if something broke
inside, because suddenly the heavy pounding of orgasm
began in my cock-root, and I felt the first hot
burning jet shoot up my urethra. I pressed the fingers
of my left hand between my thighs, feeling for the
underside of his glans as my eyes closed.
I didn't see my first jet erupt onto the towel, as my
fingertips probed for the hot spot under the head of
Mark's prick. I felt the big head slide forward in a
frenzied thrust and my fingertips found the hot spot
between the twin lobes of his corona where they met
underneath, triggering Mark's climax as I pressed hard
against his gee-string. I heard him roar as he slammed
his hips against my body, and his prick pulsed hard
under my fingers. My fingertips felt the curves of the
underside of his glans through the thin latex.
Now we were both into it, helplessly tumbling into the
free-fall of orgasm. Mark's prick thrust and pulsed
between my thighs as his fingers worked on my cock,
drawing the foreskin back and massaging the wet
slippery head directly, sending hot sparks of
sensation stabbing deeply into my throbbing, tortured
glans as I cried out helplessly. I pressed my
fingertips hard into the seat of his sensation as his
prick thrust hard between my thighs, feeling the hard
throbs that signaled his response.
More hot jets burned their way up my tube, spurting
out onto the towel. With each jet, I felt the lips of
my slit forced open as the hot stream pushed past
them, and I cried out in agonized ecstasy. Now Mark's
fingers closed around the throbbing end of my glans,
exciting the nerve endings around my slit, and I
yelped again as another torrent of cream gushed from
my prick. His fingertips caressed the front dome of my
cock-head, spreading the creamy substance that spurted
from my slit all over the surface.
Now he worked his fingertips back to massage my
corona, while another hot jet spread the lips of my
slit to gush into his palm. He worked the sticky,
slippery fluid around the rim of my tip, exciting the
nerve endings and making the head throb harder in
response.
We were over the peak, and now the hot sensations
began to fade, turning into milder throbs as our
cock-roots pumped out the last drops. Mark was still,
very still, pressing against me as his body began to
relax. He'd stopped massaging my glans, but the lips
of my slit continued to drool whit
e cream. Finally, it was over. I lifted my thigh to
let Mark withdraw his still hard prick, and turned
onto my back. Mark pulled the condom off his softening
prick and dropped it onto the towel as his cock began
to soften and the foreskin crept forward over the
glans. Then he pulled his hood forward to cover the
head completely. With a corner of the towel, he wiped
the residue from my prick and urged the foreskin
forward to encase the purple helmet. I got up, rolled
the towel up, and tossed it through the bathroom
doorway. When I turned back to the bed, I found that
Mark had swiveled his body to a "69" position, and I
lay down beside him. He reached for my prick.
"I'm going to lick it clean, really clean," he said as
he insinuated his tongue into the long foreskin
nipple, tickling my slit. His tongue pushed farther to
lap my corona. I licked the outside of his prick,
savoring the flavor of his semen residue, then skinned
him back to uncover the shrunken red glans, and ran my
tongue over its contours. I felt Mark's hot tongue dig
deeply into the groove behind my corona, pushing its
way past the thick foreskin collar, as I cleaned his
groove. Finally, we pulled each other's hoods forward
and relaxed.
We lay side by side, holding hands, silently enjoying
the afterglow that crept over our bodies, relaxing us
and making us somnolent. The delicious languor hit us
like a sledgehammer, and within seconds we were
asleep.

The end