Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 10:03:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mutual with Ronnie, Encounters, 1/1

I'd known Ronnie for several years because we attended
the same social issues discussion group. This
evening's topic had been masturbation, and Ronnie had
made a good point during the discussion, stating that
masturbation did not cause pregnancy or disease, two
problems that affected our youth. Ronnie sat next to
me, and I'd whispered to him that I agreed completely
with his points. After the discussion had ended, we'd
walked out together.

"Glad you liked what I said," he told me.

"Well, masturbation is a positive sexual outlet for
both young people and older ones too," I replied.

"You bet. It certainly is safer than working the bar
scene, where you don't know who you'll pick up."

"Yes, male or female, the bar scene can be quite
dangerous."

"Want to come to my place where we can continue to
talk?" he asked.

"I'd love to. I'll just follow you in my car." Upon
arriving at Ronnie's house, a detached model with
double carport, we went into the living room.

"I don't mind telling you that I still masturbate at
my age," he said. Ronnie was about the age as I, early
40s. He was a couple of inches shorter than my six
feet, and like me, had brown hair and eyes.

"I still do also," I contributed. We were sitting next
to each other on the couch, and I felt his thigh
pressing lightly against mine.

"Masturbation is a solitary sport, but frankly it
feels better for me when another guy's fingers are
touching my penis." This was an apparent invitation,
and I placed my hand on his thigh, fingertips tracing
the cylinder of flesh that ran down his leg.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Yes, and like this too," he replied as his left hand
found my penis, and his fingertips followed its length
through the cloth of my pants. "Your touch makes my
cock tingle," he added.

"I can feel your ridge through the cloth," I said.

"Can you feel it swelling too?" he asked.

"Yes I can. It's getting firmer under my fingers." As
I felt Ronnie's penis engorging, I also felt Ronnie's
fingers probing my swelling erection.

"I feel your head too, and it feels like there's skin
sliding over it. You're not circumcised?" he asked.

"No, I'm not, I replied.

"I'm glad you're not. I like foreskins. We'd better
get our clothes off for some serious stroking." We
stood and quickly dropped our clothes to the living
room floor. Our cocks were only half-hard, still
arcing down over our balls.

"Let's get into the bedroom. I'd rather change the
sheets than have to clean our semen off the carpet and
sofa," he said. I followed him into his bedroom, where
we sat on his queen-size bed. Ronnie's fingers
immediately grasped the end of my foreskin, stretching
it away from my body, sending hot thrills down my
shaft. I squeezed the head of his prick several times
between two fingers.

"I just love your foreskin because I haven't had a
foreskin since I was a few days old. My parents had it
cut off because of religion."

"My parents were Catholic, so I didn't have that
problem."

"What about the doctor? Did he try to sell your
parents on the hygiene angle?"

"Oh, yeah, but my parents weren't buying that story
because my father still had his foreskin, and he
taught me how to wash my penis. I never had any
problem with it."

"Your skin's so long, it even covers the head now that
you're fully hard," he said. My rhythmic squeezes had
made Ronnie's penis hard too, and now I studied it
carefully. It was about the same length as mine, six
inches from pubic bone to the end of the glans, with a
straight shaft. One difference was that the vein on
the right side of my shaft was far more visible than
his, and another difference was the thick brown scar
behind his head. The head was slightly different from
mine, as well, a classic "mushroom" type. It was well
proportioned, but his corona did not have the upturned
flare that characterized my "helmet" type. However,
the ridge stood out above the neck of the shaft by
about a quarter-inch.

"I like having a long foreskin," I explained. "That
lets me take long strokes." Ronnie was now jiggling my
foreskin up and down the head, testing how far it
would stretch. Suddenly, he pulled it all the way back
behind the rim, where it locked into the groove.

""I'm glad your skin goes all the way back," he said.
"I like to see the head, especially one as nice as
yours." My purple helmet glistened wetly in the
bedroom's dim light.

"Yours has a nice head too," I commented. Ronnie's big
mushroom shaped glans was larger than the shaft behind
the rim, and had a long slit parting the front dome. A
drop of clear fluid seeped from between the lips of
his slit, and I spread it in small circles around the
front of his glans.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good," said Ronnie. I continued
tracing small circles around his slit as more fluid
seeped out. Ronnie pulled my foreskin up over the
head, beginning a series of deep and satisfying
strokes on my sensitive penis.

"What you're doing feels good to me, too," I said.
"Keep it up and you'll make me come."

"Your fingers feel so good on my cock," he said. "I'm
also getting really worked up handling your foreskin.
I wish so much I had one of my own." He pulled my
foreskin all the way up to cover the head, stretching
it slightly beyond the end.

"Play with mine and pretend it's yours. I'll keep
stroking you, but I think you're going to need some
more lubrication."

"I never have enough natural lube," he said. "I always
have to use something else. Right now I'm using
Astroglide. This makes my prick feel warm when I apply
it." He reached for a squeeze bottle on the bedside
table and poured several drops on his big mushroom as
my encircling fingers spread it over the sensitive
surface.

"Can you pour a few drops on mine too?" I asked. "I
don't have much natural lubricant either, and I always
feel more comfortable if my tip and foreskin are well
lubricated." Ronnie lovingly stripped back my foreskin
and poured a generous amount on my glans, moving the
thick hood upward to spread it evenly. I sighed in
delight as the warm feeling penetrated the sensitive
nerve endings. Now that his penis was fully
lubricated, I used long twisting strokes to give him
strong sensations that would reach right down to the
root.

Ronnie was working my foreskin up and down my swollen
tip in full strokes, uncovering it right down to the
rim, and then pulling it up to engulf it fully.

"I like the way your foreskin's nice and thick. I can
still feel the head underneath. I love it the way
you're twisting your fingers around the head," he
said. I felt his hot hard prick throb in response as
he spoke.

"You're doing a good job on mine, too," I complimented
him. "You're going to make me cream any time now
because your fingers feel so good on my dick." His
fingers had pulled my hood forward so that the end
formed a thick pucker beyond my glans, and now he
peeled it back all the way until my corona was bared.
Ronnie leaned forward to blow on my now naked helmet,
and the sudden sensation of coolness made me shudder.

"Go ahead, lie down, so I can make you come," he
urged. He gently pushed me flat on the bed and
crouched next to my right side, his right hand still
stroking my foreskin while his other cupped my
scrotum. I maintained my grip on his hot slippery
penis, applying the long twisting strokes that he so
obviously enjoyed.

"You're making me very hot," I said.

"I can tell. Your tip's getting darker, and I can feel
it getting harder and more swollen through the skin.
The ridge's really standing out now." His warm
fingertips grasped my hood firmly, sliding it up and
down the engorged head, sending delightful sensations
down my shaft and into my cock-root. I cupped his
scrotum, which although had been looser than mine, had
now contracted with excitement.

"You're hot too. Your balls are tight against your
body now."

"I just love sliding your long skin. How do you want
me to do it when you come? Most guys stroke themselves
differently when they start to come."

""Now that I'm close, pull the skin all the way back
hard, then bring it up just enough to bump my rim," I
explained. "When you see me start to shoot, give me
fast long pumping strokes. If you start to come before
I do, then pump my prick hard to make me come."

"That seems easy. I was hoping I'd make you come
first, but I'm so worked up that I don't think I can
hold out. Your uncut prick's more sensitive than mine,
but I'm so excited from touching yours that I'm right
on the edge." Ronnie now changed his technique, as I'd
instructed him. He retracted my hood all the way,
pulling hard to stretch the nerve endings, and then
brought it up enough to bump the swollen purple rim. I
continued stroking his prick, feeling it throb between
my tightly encircling fingers.

"I'm close, so very close," I whispered, feeling the
sensations build up in my glans. "I'm getting a hot
tingle...."

"You're making my tip tingle too," he said. "I'm also
getting a feeling like I have to pee. Just keep doing
it the way you've been doing it. That's perfect for
me." Ronnie was losing control, his orgasm seconds
away, although I'd guessed he'd wanted me to come
first. I was experiencing a rush of multiple
sensations in my crotch, the hot tingling ache deep
inside the head that told me I urgently needed relief,
and a feeling of urgency like the sensation of needing
to urinate. My eyes closed as the complex sensations
increased to a peak.

"Now!" I groaned as the sensations in my penis
exploded. My cock-root contracted to expel the first
hot jet into my urethra, producing a sharp tickle and
a burning sensation as the liquid fire rushed up my
shaft. I felt Ronnie's fingers tighten suddenly,
bringing my foreskin up over the throbbing glans to
enhance my sensations.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I heard him cry as his hot hard cock
throbbed between my fingers and I felt hot drops of
fluid spraying over my right hip. My cock-root
throbbed again, sending me into a downward spiral of
mindless sensations, and I cried out helplessly as
another turbulent jet boiled its way up my prick to
explode into the air as he snapped my foreskin back.

"Faster!" he cried through clenched teeth as the fiery
sensations overwhelmed him. I tightened my grip and
stroked him more urgently, fueled by the hot
sensations his encircling fingers were pouring into my
throbbing prick. I felt him throb hard as his prick
shot another hot load onto my skin. I gripped him hard
and twisted my tight fist around his pulsing mushroom,
feeling his hot throbs as he spewed his seed onto my
naked flesh.

"AAAAHHHH!" I cried again as another hot jet hurtled
through my pulsing shaft and glans, erupting into the
air and falling back onto my stomach and his fingers.
I knew we were in this together, fully aware of the
other's supreme sensations, our cocks throbbing with
the joy of orgasm.

Ronnie was sobbing with the blissful agony of his
climax, pumping my prick hard to increase my
sensations, and I shot another bolt of hot fluid.
Suddenly my tip became super-sensitive, and I pulled
my hand from his penis to push his fingers away from
my throbbing prick. My tip was so tender that it
couldn't stand any more stimulation, but Ronnie was
pressing his tightly against my thigh, pumping to
produce friction on the underside of his throbbing
shaft and glans.

We remained locked together this way for long, endless
seconds, feeling our orgasms winding down, enjoying
the residual sensations. Ronnie stopped moving, but I
still felt his shaft and glans throbbing against my
flesh until he'd drained himself co
mpletely. I was also drained, weak from the effort,
tingling all over and feeling the last dribbles
seeping through the lips of my slit.

"That was hot," I commented as I opened my eyes. My
prick was flat against my stomach, foreskin drawn
back, my naked helmet dribbling clear fluid onto my
skin. Ronnie's prick was still pressed hard against my
right thigh, wetting the sheet underneath.

"Wow! I really dropped a load," he said as he poked
into my eyes. "It's so much better than when I do it
myself."

"Same here. You really pulled it out of me."

"I think we'd better get up and shower before it dries
on us. That cream's hard to wash out of the hairs when
it dries." We went into the adjoining bathroom, where
Ronnie turned on the shower. The hot water sluiced
over our bodies, rinsing the sweat and the semen from
our flesh. Our pricks were softening rapidly, and I
felt the pressure in my bladder.

"I've got to pee," I commented. "I hope you don't
mind." The feeling was becoming irresistible, and I
eagerly awaited his answer. He quickly pulled my long
fleshy tube down over my shrinking glans and said:

"Go ahead, Jack. I want to watch you pee through your
foreskin." He obviously had the same urge from the hot
water pouring over his naked head, because I saw the
thick yellow stream pouring from the end of his
mushroom, and I consciously relaxed my sphincter. It
began as a slow dribble that flushed the residue from
my urethra, then became stronger until a thick gush
poured from the foreskin nipple. At that moment, I
felt his strong fingers pinching my foreskin shut and
it began to inflate with the trapped fluid.

"This is what I like, Jack. I want to watch your
foreskin blow up like a balloon." My foreskin swelled
to the size of a golf ball, masking the outline of my
helmet, until the pressure was uncomfortable. Then he
let go and my stream gushed from the puckered end. My
foreskin shrank to fit snugly around my helmet, whose
outlines became visible through the tight hood.

"That's nice, Ronnie. You're rinsing the cream from
around my head and the inside of my skin."

"Only uncut guys can do that. I love to see the skin
balloon the way it does." His thumb and forefinger
clamped down again on my overhang, trapping the yellow
fluid, and my hood began swelling again. When it was
fully distended he let go, and another thick gush
poured from my pucker.

"That was nice. You're really into foreskins, Ronnie."
He let my stream flow unimpeded until I'd drained
myself. Meanwhile, Ronnie had emptied his bladder and
his now limp prick pointed down towards the shower
floor.

"Now let me rinse that beautiful tip," he said as he
peeled back my hood to let the shower spray over the
head and the thick fleshy collar behind it. His
fingertips ran expertly over the rim to wipe away the
residue. Then his fingers ran around the bulbous front
end, and finally he pulled my foreskin down to cover
the head completely. He turned off the water and we
dried ourselves.

"You've got a lot of skin," he commented, observing
the long fleshy nipple that protruded beyond the end
of my glans. "I like a foreskin with a lot of
overhang." We returned to the bedroom, where I helped
him strip the bed and put on fresh sheets to replace
the soggy ones. We lay side by side, enjoying the calm
that inevitably follows climax, speaking in low
voices.

"Your prick felt so good, throbbing in my hand," I
said.

"Yours did too. I felt your big tip throbbing through
that thick skin. I really like your foreskin. It's
thicker than any other I've seen, even when you're
limp. It makes your big head look chunkier."

"Masturbation is great, especially when you can share
it," I said. Ronnie's hand was cupping his genitals,
fingers squeezing gently, and I knew he was relishing
the memory of our recent mutual orgasms.

"We came so fast because we were really horny, both of
us. We just needed quick relief. How do you feel?"

"I'm with you. It was just wild when you put your hand
on my prick," I replied. "I couldn't hold back at
all." I felt his other hand creeping around my penis,
clasping the foreskin and stretching it out away from
my body. Now he squeezed my glans through the fleshy
envelope, sending thrills down my shaft and making my
cock-root throb. I slipped my fingers under the hand
that was cupping his groin and squeezed his glans
between thumb and forefinger.

"I think we're not finished yet," he said huskily.
"You made me so hot I need another orgasm, and I think
you do too."

"I know you're right, Ronnie. I thought I was drained,
but now you're making me hard again."

"I'm going to get us a couple of towels. I don't want
to have to change the bed again." He pulled away from
me and went to the bathroom, returning with two
towels, one of which he spread over my stomach.

"You're already half-hard, like me," I commented as he
sat next to me. He reached for my penis and held it
upright, feeling it swell in his fingers as he jiggled
my foreskin. With his other hand he reached for the
Astroglide.

"Now you just lie back while I do you," he said.
"Don't even touch my dick, because I don't want to
come before you do. I just want to work on yours and
make it shoot again. My erection was complete now, and
he held it pointing toward the ceiling. He retracted
my foreskin half-way and poured several drops of the
lubricant over the head, and I felt the warmth seeping
into the tender tissues.

"I want you to relax," he said, "and just let me do
the work. Just let things happen." He worked my
foreskin up and down several times to spread the
Astroglide completely over my glans, and then peeled
it back completely to lock behind the ridge. I saw his
hot eyes staring at my prick.

"You've got a really sexy head on your dick. I like
the way the rim's so high it holds the skin back. Is
your tip too sensitive to touch?"

"No, go ahead," I replied. He poured more lubricant
over my helmet and began spreading it with his
fingertips, sending messages of delight into my glans
and shaft.

"I'm glad I can do this to your sensitive helmet. I
did this once before to a guy who had a dick a lot
like yours, with a big purple helmet. When I ran my
fingers over his big tip, it sent him into seventh
heaven." The touch of his fingertips was so intense
that I began to moan with the delicious sensations.

"Ohhhh, you're really getting me hot...." I whispered as
the erotic fingertip touches pervaded my glans.

"I can see that. Even though you just came, I'm going
to make you shoot again, and I think it'll be just as
hot this time. Best of all, I'm going to have a
front-row seat to watch you cream." His fingertips
caressed the bulbous front dome of my glans, then
traveled back along the broad upper surface, until
they reached the hard, flaring rim. Now I felt them
moving down under the head, pressing against the twin
lobes where the two halves of my corona met in a thin
weld line under the glans. He pressed into the
triangular groove under the head, stroking and
strumming my gee-string, making me moan helplessly. I
felt myself utterly lost in the rush of sensations,
and dimly heard his comments:

"You're almost ready, Jack. Your tip was spongy when I
started, but now it's hard, and turning darker purple.
I'll be making you cream very soon." His fingertips
danced around my engorged glans, sending a rush of
sensation stabbing deeply into my helmet.

"Your hole's different from mine, Jack. Now that
you're hard, it looks like a teardrop. You're even
juicing a little bit." I was wordlessly enjoying the
treatment he was giving me, totally helpless in his
hands, captivated by the intense sensations that
penetrated deeply into my engorged head. His
fingertips traced the outline of my corona, producing
a deep and satisfying friction that made me moan
louder.

"That's your most sensitive spot, Jack. I love the
feel of your hard rim. Your tip's so dark now, that I
know that you'll shoot any second." He was right,
because I felt my crotch muscles tightening despite my
best efforts to stay relaxed. I felt my swollen glans
tingling with sensation, aching for release, anxious
for the hot blast of orgasm to pour through it and
relieve my tension.

"Here you go!" I heard Ronnie say as he pulled back
hard on my skin to reveal the deep groove behind the
head as his tickling fingers plunged into it to hit
the nerve endings. My eyes closed as the hot pounding
of orgasm began deep inside me, and I cried out
helplessly as the first burning jet poured into my
urethra. The thick bolt of lava seared its way up my
prick, tickling the inside of my glans as it erupted.

I was writhing helplessly as another hot jet shot up
my tube, and I lost track of time and everything else,
completely absorbed in the sensations that paralyzed
my mind and sent me spinning into the free-fall of
orgasm. I cried out again, feeling the hot jolts of
sensation throbbing through my shaft and helmet, as
Ronnie's fingertips massaged my tender nerve endings
to produce another convulsion deep inside me. My legs
were trembling and my stomach muscles tightened, and I
was consumed by the hot fire of my climax, shooting
helplessly, until I was drained.

Ronnie was still holding my shaft upright, but he'd
stopped stimulating my helmet because he knew that it
was now hyper-sensitive, and he just let my last
dribbles seep from my hole to run down my glans and
shaft. I emerged from the mindless and joyful agony of
orgasm to a blissful world, totally drained and
content, feeling my crotch muscles still throbbing
weakly.

"You really shot hard. I skinned you back when you
were coming because I wanted to see how high you'd
shoot this time, without the foreskin in the way. You
shot a foot into the air."

"I felt like everything inside me was shooting out
through my prick, Ronnie. Each time I throbbed I shot,
and it was like an electric shock going through my
penis right down to the root." Now I felt my erection
subsiding, and the delicious sensation of the
afterglow spreading through my body.

"You just stay relaxed for a couple of minutes. I know
you want to make me come, but you need a rest, and my
dick will still be hard when you're ready to start on
me." I saw that Ronnie's erection was at full mast,
although I hadn't touched him while he'd been drawing
the orgasm from my penis.

"Just handling your beautiful dick kept me hard, Jack.
Feeling your skin sliding over that beautiful head got
me so excited that I'm halfway there right now." He
lay down next to me, his chest and stomach against my
right side, as I relished the delicious sensation of
total relaxation. We lay silently, not moving, until I
began to recover from my daze. I sat up and pushed
Ronnie onto his back.

"Okay, buddy, now it's your turn." I spread the other
towel over his stomach, grasped his erection firmly,
and poured some Astroglide over it, spreading it
slowly over his sensitive tissues with my encircling
fingers. I felt the responsive throb in his penis as I
brought my fist up in a twisting stroke around his big
mushroom. My other hand cupped his balls, feeling the
loose flesh of his scrotum contract between my
fingers.

"Ahhhh, that feels so gooood," he said as I continued
to caress his shaft and glans. I used full strokes,
beginning at the base and slowly traveling up the
shaft until I reached his scar, then twisting my fist
to enhance the stimulation because I knew that the
tissues in front of the thick brown ring were the most
sensitive. My fist closed over his glans, engulfing it
to the bulbous end, and then I began twisting the
other way as I moved down his mushroom and scar.

My thumb and index finger formed a circle around the
sensitive tissue between his scar and rim, and I gave
his penis a sharp twist. This made him shudder, and I
worked back down to the base, stretching the remaining
skin on his shaft to stretch the nerve endings inside.
Now I moved my fist up again, pausing behind the
corona to give him another quick twist, and continued
to caress his big glans.

"Your balls are nice and tight, Ronnie. You're getting
there."

"Yessss," he whispered as his eyes closed. He was
totally under my control, and I was pouring delicious
sensations into the seat of his pleasure, bringing him
closer to the inevitable explosion.

His purple mushroom was colored a lot like mine,
pinkish-purple around the long slit, becoming darker
purple towards the rear. Now the color began to
darken, and I felt his mushroom lose the spongy feel
it had had up to now, becoming harder under my
encircling fingers.

"Your tip's getting harder and darker. The rim's
swelling." A drop of clear fluid parted the lips of
his long slit, and I caught it with my fingers and
spread it lovingly over his sensitive glans to make
him moan. His legs began trembling as I spoke again:

"Try to relax. I know you're tightening up, but it'll
feel better if you can stay relaxed and let me bring
you to your orgasm." He made a visible effort to
loosen his muscles, and his legs became still once
more. I continued to up and down, twisting strokes,
fueling his fire, dragging him closer to the moment of
crisis.

"Just relax," I whispered, "and let me stroke your
beautiful dick for you." The head was hard and fully
swollen now, the hardened surface resisting the
pressure of my squeezing fingers, and I knew he was on
the brink. Now I pulled my fist down sharply, pounding
on his pubic bone, and then brought my fist up with a
hard twist to caress his swollen mushroom. At the top
of my stroke I felt a hard throb in my fist.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out as the first white
jet erupted from his slit, slamming the lips open and
streaming high into the air. His hips bucked and his
legs spread wide as another convulsion shook him and
he creamed again. A quick glance showed me that his
face was contorted with the joyful agony of orgasm,
and I twisted my fist again on his throbbing,
straining glans.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" he cried out again, overwhelmed by
the fury of the orgasm that wracked his body, and his
hot hard penis throbbed and released another bolt of
white cream into the air. My other hand grasped the
skin of his scrotum, stretching it down towards his
feet to give him an extra jolt of sensation. His penis
pulsed against my palm and I knew he was helpless in
my hands as I massaged his manhood to maintain the
momentum. Another hot jet shot forcefully from his
throbbing tip, and his loud moans filled the room.

His prick felt hot in my hand, partly from the blood
distending it, and partly from the intense friction of
my fingers as I drew another hot stream from it.
Ronnie was moaning loudly and helplessly, and I knew
that the intense sensations had overwhelmed and
annihilated his consciousness.

The next jet was weaker, and I knew I had to lighten
my strokes so as not to over-stimulate him. His penis
dribbled the last discharges over my encircling
fingers, and I knew he was coming down off his high.
The towel was wet with his fluids, and I let his hard
staff down onto his stomach as I watched it continue
to seep. The fluid was clear now, and I knew he'd
drained himself and that the residue was merely
prostate fluid, similar to the natural lubricant he'd
secreted before.

Ronnie was totally still now, the frenzy having left
his body to be replaced by the heavy daze that follow
orgasm. I knew the feeling, having experienced it only
minutes before, and I was very satisfied that I'd
given him a memorable climax. I was feeling very
relaxed now, and I removed the towel from his body,
carefully wiping away the residue that coated his
subsiding erection. I lay down beside him, waiting for
him to speak:

"I think we'll have to do this again in the morning,"
he said.

"Count on it," I replied.

The end