Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 09:42:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Another Fantasy, Masturbation, 1/1

Another Fantasy
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I had a free afternoon, and decided to spend it in one
of my favorite pastimes, jacking off to a hot fantasy.
I really love fantasies, because I can do things in
them that I could or would not in real life.
For example, ever notice how so many personal ads read
something like this: "Hot older man, 45, seeks
youngster 18-25." I don't see many ads listing a young
guy in search of an old-timer. I'm 61, and the odds of
finding a 25-year-old attracted to me are slim.
Another thing I can do in my fantasies is find a guy
with a foreskin. I prefer full-foreskinned pricks
because mine is that way, and from comparing notes
with lots of guys there's no doubt that sex is more
fun if your prick's uncut. In real life, I have to
look in my own age group to find a foreskin, because
among the younger crowd, foreskins are almost extinct.
In fantasy, however, I can create a 25-year-old with a
long thick foreskin any time I want. Finally, all
fantasy sex is safe sex.
I lay back on the bed with a large bath towel under
me, and began rolling the nipple of my long hood
between my fingers. My thoughts wandered, and I was in
a reverie. It was a lovely summer day, and I was
spending my vacation near a small stream, just deep
enough to go swimming. I'd taken everything off, and
was drying off in the sun before heading back to town.
I saw someone approaching in the distance, and I
quickly put on my trifocals. A nice looking dark
haired guy, about 25, was walking toward me and
carrying his clothes rolled up under his arm. I
immediately noticed the handsome pointed penis
dangling from his crotch, swinging as he walked.
"Hi there," he said with a smile. "I'm probably
looking for the same swimming place you are."
"Well, you found it," I replied. I was just in the
water a few minutes ago, and it was really nice. As I
spoke, I kept looking at his cock, and noted how the
ridge of his cock-head showed clearly through the
enveloping skin. From there, the hood tapered down to
form a nipple that extended beyond the glans, very
much like mine does.
"I'm kinda hot and sweaty, so I'll jump in for a
minute to cool off. Be right back." With these words,
he waded into the stream, ducked under a couple of
times, and came out to sit beside me.
"My name's Ferdinand, but call me `Ferdie.'" He said
by way of introduction. His eyes dropped to my crotch.

"Man, you've got a long foreskin," he observed. "Don't
see many like that around."
"Especially on guys your age group," I replied. "How'd
you avoid getting clipped?"
"My father ain't cut, and he told the doctor that's
the way I was going to be, too. He told the doctor
that if I didn't come out of the hospital whole, he'd
come looking for him. Dad's a big guy with a really
mean scowl when he wants to, and he really put fear
into that doctor." Without thinking, I'd grasped my
foreskin nipple as Ferdie was speaking, and had begun
to roll it between thumb and forefinger. It was only
when I noticed him doing the same to his cock that I
realized what I was doing.
"I guess we both like the same thing," I offered.
"Yeah, we do. Want me to do that for you?" he said. I
removed my hand from my prick and began tickling the
hairs on his ample balls. My cock twitched when he
began rolling my nipple between his fingers. I got up
part-way so that I could reach his cock with my other
hand, and began pinching the glans gently through the
outer covering. Immediately, his cock began to swell
between my fingers.
"I really like jacking with a guy who's also uncut.
You know how to handle my foreskin," he said.
"Me too," I answered. "A nipple on the end makes it
even more fun."
"You said it," Ferdie added, as he shifted his grip on
my cock, which had stiffened with his touches. Now he
grasped my hood right at the rim of the glans and
began tugging it back gently.
"Yeah, go nice and easy. That feels soooo good," I
said, relishing the stretching sensation as he pulled
my hood back in slow stages. I felt the nerve endings
inside my nipple vibrating with sensation as dragging
the skin back over my big head stretched them. By now,
Ferdie's cock was at least as hard as mine, and I
began pushing the skin back off his head. I pushed
slightly, let go, pushed again, let go, and let him
enjoy the delicious stretchy feeling too as his
nipple's orifice expanded over the large glans.
My cock-head was deep purple by the time Ferdie had
pulled my hood back far enough to snap into the deep
groove behind my rim. I pushed his foreskin back to
bare his glans, and noted it was different from mine.
We both had similar high ridges, but my blunt
cock-head looked like a German helmet, while his
tapered sharply to a point, more like an arrow-head.
"We've both got cum-holes like teardrops," he
commented. That was another point of similarity
between our cocks. Another difference, though, was
that his cock-head was a deep pink color instead of
purple. A delicious man-smell wafted over from his
naked, shiny glans.
"I like the way your cock smells," I said.
"Let me smell yours," he replied as he leaned forward
toward my crotch. He sniffed, and his lips touched my
naked glans.
"Like the taste?" I asked, as I took the shiny wet tip
of his dick into my mouth. His pre-cum was very
viscous, and had a definitely salty taste.
"Love it. I see you like mine, too." Ferdie engulfed
my tip again, carefully avoiding too much stimulation.
I was equally careful, knowing that scraping my teeth
along his gee-string would bring on the orgasm we were
trying to postpone. I noticed that whenever my tongue
touched his rim, his prick would throb, and realized
that his cock-head was definitely more sensitive than
mine. After several minutes of gentle lapping, we
broke.
"Does your tip darken to purple when you're ready to
come?" I asked.
"Oh, yes it does, and my balls get real tight against
my body just before I blast off," he replied. "Yours?"
"Me too," I said. "I like to take my time getting
there, though, make the fun last."
Ferdie squeezed my shaft gently.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, " he said. "My cock's
real sensitive, and I can cum real fast, but I enjoy
it more when I take it nice and easy."
"For me," I continued, "I find that if the build-up
takes time, I get a stronger orgasm when I finally let
go. How 'bout you?"
"I think so," he said. My orgasms are so strong that I
almost pass out, so I can't imagine how much stronger
they could be. I just watch my cock shoot and shoot
and shoot."
"I'm a little different that way," I said. "My cock
doesn't shoot, it just dribbles. However, the
sensations are so strong I usually don't see this
because I can't keep my eyes open when it happens."
"Yeah," I've seen guys like that. Their eyes always
close when they cum. Some groan, and some really yell
when it hits them. I can't wait to find out what you
do."
"You'll find out, but let's take our time. Want to
move into the shade so we don't get burned?" The sun
was hot on our skins, and although neither of us had
light complexions, I was worried about prolonged
exposure. We got up, and I noticed that Ferdie was
only an inch or so shorter than my six feet. However,
he was an inch longer in the dick department, and his
pubic hair was sparser than mine. We moved over to the
shade of a large tree and lay down side by side. My
six-incher pointed at his stomach, until he clasped it
again and began moving the skin up and down the head.
A clear drop filled my teardrop shaped orifice, while
love-dew dribbled from his, wetting his foreskin and
my clasping fingers. His hood became too slippery to
handle, and I left it locked behind the ridge while I
stroked his naked glans very lightly with my
lubricated fingers. I was careful not to stimulate him
too much, because I wanted him to last as long as I
did. His hand moved my foreskin slowly, covering and
uncovering my big tip, while Ferdie continued to
tickle my balls. I placed thumb and forefinger or my
other hand around the base of his cock, squeezing hard
to constrict his veins. His cock-head turned purple
and swelled even more in my fingers.
"This is how you look when you come," I suggested.
"Right?"
"Yeah, that's about it," he gasped. "Man, that feels
good. Keep it up and I'll pop right now."
"Go ahead. We've been at it long enough. You go first.
I want to see you cum." I kept squeezing the base of
his shaft as I moved my fist over the wet and slippery
head, adding to his sensations. His cock-head had
hardened between my fingers, and there was a steady
dribble of fluid to lubricate my fist. Ferdie's
breathing had become ragged, and now he was gasping as
wave after wave of sensation hit him. His body tensed,
and he cried out as I twisted my fist on his slippery
glans to bring on orgasm.
A long white rope shot from his tip, landing on the
grass between us as he groaned in bliss. I saw Ferdie
staring, fascinated, at his cock as another throb
announced the spurting of another jet. His cock
throbbed again in my fist and gasped loudly as he shot
again. His back arched and his legs were trembling as
another jet, smelling like chlorine, erupted from his
arrowhead tip. He'd let go of my prick as the first
rush of orgasm had hit him, and I was able to avoid
slipping over the edge with him.
Ferdie let out a long "AAAAHHHHH" as he shot again,
and I gave his cock-head another twist to produce
another hot jet that landed on the grass between us.
However, the next one was weaker, and the following
ejaculation was a thick dribble, not a spurt. His
climax was declining, and after a few more drops it
was over. Ferdie now relaxed, stunned by the
after-effects of orgasm, and lay inert for a couple of
minutes. I was hoping he wouldn't just go to sleep and
forget about me. That had happened once with another
guy, leaving me high and dry. However, he now opened
his eyes and sat up.
"Gee, thanks. That was great. Now let's take care of
your cock." He pushed me flat on the ground, grasped
my cock right behind the head and began pumping the
hood up and down, twisting his fist with each stroke.
I was primed for orgasm, and it was only seconds
before my cock-head began tingling and I felt the rush
of sensations. My cock-root began pounding, and I
cried out helplessly as the first gush burned its way
up my prick.
I closed my eyes, lost in blissful sensations, as
burning hot jets of cum seared their way up my tube.
The heavy tingle of orgasm filled my cock, and
paralyzed my brain, leaving me in the mindless
free-fall that numbed me to everything but the
overwhelming sensations of climax. I was dimly aware
of Ferdie's hands working on my prick, bringing forth
gush after gush of hot cum, but the rest of the world
around me had disappeared.
Much later, I was fully conscious again, and Ferdie
was speaking to me:
"Man, you really came. Your cock's a dribbler, not a
shooter like mine, but you came a lot. You were really
out of it, too." He lifted a wet finger to his mouth.
"Your juice tastes nice, too. You certainly gushed
enough for me." He licked his finger clean, then
leaned down to hug me.
Suddenly, I was aware I was in my bed. My cock was on
my stomach, shrinking rapidly, and pools of cum mixed
with my pubic hairs and were running down between my
legs. I'd had my orgasm right in the reverie, unaware
of anything outside the day-dream.
Exhausted and fully relaxed, I wiped some of the cum
with the towel, then pulled the long hood up over the
shrinking head. Finally, I fell into a deep sleep that
lasted until the next morning.

The End