Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2005 08:43:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chance Meeting, M/M, 1/1

Chance Meeting
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

It was a long time ago, when I was in my early 20s,
that I met Albert at a party. The friend who
introduced us had told me that Albert was very
interested in mutual J/O, and that for this reason we
should get along very well together. Albert turned out
to be slightly shorter than my six feet, more
muscular, blond instead of brunette, and he wore
glasses, which I did not at the time.
We were both wearing tight pants, in fashion at the
time, and when we were introduced I saw Albert's eyes
dart down to my crotch. After a couple more drinks and
some casual conversation, during which he told me he
lived only a block away, he said:
"You're circumcised, aren't you? It's pretty clear
from your shape." While it was true that the outline
of my glans was clearly visible through my pants, that
was because my high-ridged head bulged inside its
protective foreskin. I saw that his prick, visible
inside his left pants leg, also showed a prominent
ridge outline.
"Looks like you're cut," I replied. I was surprised
when Albert avoided answering directly as I had, and
said: "Well, let's go to my place and find out." I was
developing a definite liking to him, and agreed
without further discussion.
We exchanged jokes and laughed during the short walk
to his apartment, and once inside, we began stripping
even before we reached his bedroom. Once we were
naked, we looked at each other with surprise.
"Wow! That is one hell of a head under that foreskin,"
he exclaimed. He was right, as my glans was clearly
defined under my long thick hood. I saw that his
cock-head wasn't bare as I'd expected, but was covered
by a thin, almost translucent sleeve of skin.
"Well, we were both wrong," I laughed. "Guess we had a
few drinks to cloud our judgment."
"I'm glad you're uncut," he replied. "More fun to
handle that way. I love to wrap my fingers around a
cock like yours." He reached out and grasped the long
nipple of my overhanging hood between two fingers,
rolling it gently. I squeezed the head of his member
through the protective skin, feeling it throb in
response and begin to swell. It didn't take long for
both of us to develop full erections, given the expert
handling our pricks were getting. I saw that our
pricks were almost the same length, Albert's slightly
longer than my six inches. My shaft, however, seemed
slightly thicker.
I always prefer to get a hand job from a guy who has a
foreskin of his own, because he knows how to handle a
cock-hood. Albert was working delicately on mine,
which even hard covered my entire helmet and formed a
pucker in front. His warm fingers were gently tugging
the thick fleshy envelope back in short pulls, which
stretched the delicate nerve endings in my foreskin as
well as provided subtle friction to my bulging glans.
Albert's thin foreskin was tightly stretched on his
swollen tip, and the opening was about the size of a
dime, revealing the teardrop shaped lips of his
come-hole. A large clear drop of pre-come filled the
eye of his prick, and I pulled his hood forward to
engulf it and spread the lubricant over the head.
My foreskin was gradually loosening under Albert's
ministrations, and now it stretched enough to come
back half-way off the head, exposing the blunt purple
dome of the glans. Like his, my come-hole formed a
teardrop shape when the head was swollen, and now I
was seeping lube too. This time, Albert dipped the tip
of his finger into the drop of clear juice and spread
it in small circles over the front of my helmet,
giving me a different sensation. After tracing a few
circles and working the viscous liquid into the
sensitive tissues, he stopped and resumed his rhythmic
tugs on my foreskin.
I gave his tightly stretched foreskin a few twists
because I knew that these would produce jolts of
sensation that would really get his attention. Albert
groaned with each sharp twist, and his breathing
deepened. I felt his prick throb in my fist with each
twist, and stopped at this point because I didn't want
to push him into climax too soon. I think Albert was
also concerned about making me climax too soon,
because he stopped tugging on my hood and brought it
fully forward to cover the head completely. Now he
snapped his forefinger against the ridge, hitting it
gently through the covering skin. This produced a jolt
of sensation that was pleasant, but not so intense as
to drive me over the edge.
I gave his glans some quick squeezes again, knowing
that these would not bring on orgasm, but would keep
his excitement at a high level for as long as I
wished. I'd begun by squeezing the head from side to
side, but after a minute shifted my grip so that my
thumb was pressing on his ridge and my index finger
probed into the gee-spot under the glans. We looked
into each other's eyes as we caressed our pricks,
enjoying the intimacy.
Now it was time to do more. Albert's fingers grasped
my hood and began slipping it back off the head. By
this time, it had loosened a lot from its usual snug
fit, and soon my entire helmet was visible. He gave
another gentle tug and the long hood snapped back into
the deep groove behind my ridge.
"That's a nice cock-head," he breathed softly. "Looks
just like a German helmet. I love the way the ridge
flares." I now skinned his prick back, baring the long
glans, which had a perfect bell shape. From its blunt
nose, the sides swept straight back, and the rim
continued all around the head, instead of only on top
like mine. His rim, also, did not sweep forward
sharply under the head the way mine did, but came
almost straight down to meet underneath, giving it its
bell shape. His slit had swollen to form a perfect
oval, filled with lubricant. Both heads were now deep
purple, swollen with arousal, and shiny with cock-dew.
The back of my flaring ridge, though, was much darker
than his, almost black with congestion and excitement.

"You've got a beautiful prick," I said. "It's a thrill
to look at it and to feel it." I tugged back more on
his skin, putting tension on his thick gee-string and
making the glans dip down towards his balls. We sat
side by side on the bed, holding each other's turgid
pricks, fueling each other's excitement. Our foreskins
were fully back, mine forming a thick collar behind
the rim, while his thinner hood lay back flat along
his shaft.
"Want to cum first?" he asked. Like me, Albert
understood the value of timing our orgasms, so that we
didn't get so carried away in our own sensations that
we couldn't give the other's prick the attention it
needed. I knew that Albert would want to give me the
hottest, most intense climax he could, without being
distracted by his own orgasm. I nodded, and felt his
fingers slipping my hood forward in short tugs that
created a pleasant, erotic friction that would push me
over the edge in about a minute. He spoke again:
"Let me tell you what I'm going to do. As soon as you
start to cum, I'm going to pinch off your urethra by
pressing a finger into it underneath your oock. That
will create a back pressure that should send you into
seventh heaven. I'll let go after I feel your cock
throb a couple of times, and you'll get a nice hot
rush as all that trapped juice gushes out. That okay
with you?" I nodded again, eager to feel the
sensations. Albert pushed me flat on the mattress,
then began pumping my foreskin, giving it a twist as
it ascended my glans, then twisting it hard the other
way when he retracted it.
"I really like your long foreskin. It lets me get a
long stroke all the way back and beyond the end of
your cock-head," he said. He was right. His long,
sensual strokes were getting me very hot, and a
tickling sensation began in my rim. It spread all over
the head as Albert stepped up the pace, despite my
effort to relax.
"My tip's tingling," I said. "Not far to go."
"I can feel you're getting close," he replied. "Your
tip's swelling and getting harder." His fist continued
stroking and twisting my hot hood and with each
backstroke I saw my glossy glans, now dark purple.
"I'm coming," I said as my eyes closed. The sensations
were overwhelming me, and now I felt Albert's other
hand wrap around the base of my prick, thumb on top
and finger pressing hard into the tube under the
shaft. My cock-root throbbed as my sensations peaked,
and I cried out in blissful agony. My tube filled with
cream, and I felt the back-pressure as my urethra
swelled. My cock-root throbbed as it pumped another
load into my swollen urethra, making me cry out again
at the unfamiliar but pleasant sensations. My entire
body convulsed as another load poured from my
cock-root, and I felt Albert release the pressure.
It felt like a gallon of burning hot lava gushed up my
tube, driving me into a frenzy as my hips bucked and I
cried out in agonized delight. The rush of sensations
overwhelmed my consciousness, and I was helpless as
gush after gush poured from my engorged helmet. Time
stopped as I fell into the nether-land of orgasm, and
a long time later it was finally over.
"Man, that first load really shot from your cock,"
Albert said as I opened my eyes. "It landed on your
chest. The others sort of dribbled out." I looked and
saw a pool of white juice rapidly cooling on my chest
and other pools down along my stomach and pubic hair.
"Give me a minute," I pleaded as I struggled back to
full consciousness. Now I pushed Albert flat on the
bed and grasped his beautiful penis. I was eager to
make him cream now that it was his turn. Almost as
pleasurable as my own orgasm is watching and feeling
another man have a climax. I enjoy the throbbing of
his prick between my fingers, and watching the juice
spew from his swollen tip as he gasps and groans his
way through the ecstasy. I pulled his foreskin all the
way back, revealing his glossy glans, the large oval
orifice distended with drops of pre-come.
"I'm going to give you direct action on the tip," I
said as I began spreading the tears flowing from his
oval eye. I caressed his beautiful bell-shaped
cock-head with my fingertips, listening to him gasp at
every touch. To a glans always protected by a
foreskin, even a light touch with the fingertips is
intense, and brings on orgasm within seconds. I
continued to caress his sensitive and moist cock-head,
careful to touch a different spot every time to avoid
overloading and tiring out the nerve endings, and felt
his prick stiffen even more. His glans became larger
between my fingertips, and lost its spongy resilience
as his excitement peaked. His oval eye gushed pre-cum,
which I spread all over the swollen head, from tip to
rim.
Albert had begun crying out; "AH-AH-AH" as I
overwhelmed him with the sensations I was pouring into
this hot hard glans, and now his voice rose in pitch
as he approached the brink. His cock-head gave a
powerful throb, and I heard him cry out
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH" as his first stream shot from his
engorged tip onto his chest. His eyes were closed, and
his head rocked from side to side as his prick spit
more loads. I was fascinated by his deep purple tip
and the white streams pouring from it, and continued
to stroke the hot sensitive surface.
After many jets, I noticed his throbs were becoming
weaker, and knew that he was near the end. I slowed my
touches, and began sliding the protective cowl up over
the moist, tender glans. Albert sighed deeply as his
entire body relaxed, and I let go of his penis, which
flopped onto his stomach as it began to soften. I lay
down next to him, fully satisfied, as I knew he was.

The End