Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2005 10:15:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Another Masturbation Fantasy, Adult Friends

Another Masturbation Fantasy
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I find masturbation more enjoyable when I can lie back
in my recliner, close my eyes and fantasize about a
sexual situation, based on an actual or imaginary
event. My imagination develops the plot while I slowly
and lovingly stroke my cock, bringing it gradually to
the brink. One afternoon I stripped naked, grabbed
some paper towels, and lay back to enjoy another
fantasy about mutual jacking. In this one, I was in
the hospital for prostate surgery. In real life, I
have a slightly swollen prostate as do many 60 year
old men, but do not need surgery. In my fantasy, a
male nurse came in to shave my pubic region. He was a
lot younger than I, but what the hell, it's my
fantasy:
The other bed in my semi-private room was empty, and a
man dressed in green scrubs and wearing an "RN" pin
entered. He looked to be about 30 and had black hair
and eyes, and a warm smile. "Hello, I'm Nurse Luis
Montoya, but you can call me `Lou.' I'm the charge
nurse, although tonight you're the only patient on my
ward. Summers are slow here, as you might have
noticed. Right now I have to prepare you for
tomorrow's surgery, but I'll get you a sleeping pill
later, if you need one." He wheeled in a cart with
shaving gear and towels, and came around to the left
side of the bed.
"Lift yourself please," he said as he peeled the sheet
from my body, exposing my nakedness. I was wearing
nothing, not even a hospital gown. He slipped a
plastic sheet under my lower trunk and covered this
with a large towel.
"There, now we won't wet your sheets when I shave
you," he said. He took a hot wet towel from a
container and draped it over my naked cock and balls.
We'll leave this on you for a minute, then I'll begin
shaving you." Lou began stirring a shaving brush in a
cup, generating the lather he'd use on my pubic hair.
He removed the wet towel, which had cooled by now, and
applied a generous coating of warm lather to my balls,
the skin around them, and the base of my shaft.
Picking up a plastic disposable razor, he began
shaving my balls.
"Don't worry, I haven't nicked anyone yet," he said
encouragingly as he began removing my pubic hair. He
worked all around my balls next, pulling them up
gently to reach the skin under them. He wiped the
remaining lather with a dry towel as he finished each
section.
"We'll use another hot wet towel for the final
clean-up," he said as he lifted my prick by the
foreskin to work around the base of the shaft. The
long nippled hood stretched between his fingers, and
the outline of my big head showed through the thick
fleshy sleeve.
"You have a nice long foreskin," he commented as he
continued to wield the razor. He was rolling the
nipple between his fingers and I felt my prick begin
swelling in response to the stimulation. I suspected
his handling my prick in this way was not inadvertent.
"I bet your foreskin is nice too. How long is it?" I
replied, keeping up my end of the conversation and
wondering where it would lead. I knew most Latinos are
uncut.
"I don't have one," he said. "I was born in L. A.
where they snipped all newborn boys at the time. My
older brother still has his foreskin because he was
born in Mexico, but mine was clipped when I was three
days old." So much for my preconceived notion. He was
one of the cut ones. "That's why I find your foreskin
so interesting. It's beautiful."
"Okay, but I bet your skinned prick is nice, isn't
it?" I queried. I decided to go a step further and
pulled the drawstring on his scrub pants, which
immediately dropped, exposing a swollen half-hard
shaft, with a big fleshy head dangling from its end.
Behind his cock was a large hairy ball bag, hanging
low. I lifted his cock and laid it on the mattress
between us to study it. I watched his prick continue
to swell, and saw that it was slightly longer than my
six inches, and thicker. The cock-head was
magnificent, however, a big, meaty bell-shaped head
with a round end and thick flange that went down both
sides of the shaft giving the effect of a bell. I
grasped it again, feeling its warmth in my palm and
encircling fingers.
"Your cock is nice and warm," I said. "Feels like it's
hard and ready to go."
"That's because it's often ready to go, but this time
it's because your cock turns me on."
"I'd say yours is nice too," I added, as I heard him
draw in his breath. Lou was obviously horny from
handling my cock, and I knew he would be ready for an
orgasm soon. The hole at the end of his now fully
swollen glans was a perfect circle, looking as if it
had been drilled, and a drop of clear fluid filled it.
I began spreading the slippery drop around the opening
in small circles, but Lou withdrew a clear plastic
one-shot tube from his shirt pocket, tearing it open
as he handed it to me.
"Here, use this. It's non-drying glycerin lube, and I
was going to use it to jerk off right after finishing
with you." I poured the slippery clear goo into my
palm and wrapped my fingers around his head and shaft.
I knew that glycerin was a great lubricant to use,
because it gave a warm feeling on the cock. I massaged
his cock with the lubricant, holding it under-hand
with my thumb towards the base, and my fingers
circling it with gentle pressure.
"I read in your chart that you have trouble urinating.
Does your prostate give you any problems cumming?" he
asked.
"No, not at all," I replied. "I still cum hot and
hard, maybe even harder than I did when I was younger.
It certainly feels more intense now." As I spoke, I
slowly stroked back and forth over his prick's
sensitive areas, from the brown circumcision scar an
inch behind the head right to the end of his glans, my
fingers bumping up and over his thick rim and running
down-hill to the end. Then I ran one finger up the
triangular groove under the head, feeling for his hot
spot.
Lou was breathing harder now, and I knew he really
needed the stimulation. He had just finished shaving
around the base of my cock, and now put another hot
wet towel over my hard cock and sagging balls. His
fingers worked the towel around the contours of my
cock and balls, washing every crease and rinsing away
the soap. Removing the towel, he picked up my cock and
asked:
"Mind if I skin it back? I'd like to inspect
underneath." I nodded, saying; "I'd love to have you
inspect it," and Lou's fingers began stripping the
long hood back from the head. My big purple tip came
into view, and Lou dipped his head to sniff it and
declare:
"I just love that man-smell from your cock-head.
Foreskin odor is different from ball-sweat, and really
turns me on, because my prick doesn't smell like
that." He continued to retract my foreskin until the
ridge was exposed and added:
"Hey, a nice big helmet, nice hole at the end, looks
like a teardrop. I really like your cock-head. Let's
see how far the skin goes back. I just love to stretch
foreskin, especially a long thick one like yours." He
rolled the foreskin back until it snapped into the
deep groove behind the head, stretched it farther
back, and ran a finger around the high ridge. He also
ran it into the deep groove behind it, the sharp
sensation making my cock jump. That felt really nice,
and my cock throbbed in response, drops of lubricant
oozing from its tip.
"Your cock really appreciates the attention doesn't
it? Now I want to scrub it so that it's really clean
for tomorrow morning." I had just washed my prick
carefully during the shower I'd taken before coming to
the hospital that afternoon, but felt that Lou had
something else in mind besides hygiene. I was right,
because he picked up the brush and applied hot lather
to my exposed tip. The feel of the soft lubricated
bristle ends scraping the nerves in my tender tip made
me jump, and I gasped. A tickling feeling deep inside
told me that I was seeping more lube. Normally, I
don't produce much lubricant, but this treatment was
making me almost gush. The thick liquid mixed with the
lather, making my cock-tip even more slick.
"That scrubbing feels nice, doesn't it? I knew you'd
like that. Now we'll really get it clean for you. This
brush has pure boar bristles, not nylon. Nylon is
sharp, and can cut the delicate tissue, while boar
bristles are soft and rounded at the end, just right
for using on your glans." He continued to run the
brush around my hard, swollen tip, filling it with
erotic sensations, while I kept stroking his prick. I
knew that Lou needed to cum urgently, which is why I
didn't try to make it last or to soften his
sensations. My left hand cupped his tightening scrotum
while I continued stroking his hot hard prick with my
right. I ran my fingers around his ridge and into his
groove, twisting my fist around the big head, knowing
that this would bring on orgasm soon. Meanwhile, the
bristles were sending messages of delight into my
helmet.
"You cum first, okay?" I suggested. He nodded. Like
me, he was an experienced jack-off afficionado and
knew that it's hard to concentrate on two things at
once when one of them is an intense orgasm. I
preferred to give my undivided attention to bringing
my partner off without the distraction of a hot orgasm
dulling my consciousness.
"I really enjoy jacking off," he said as he continued
to work on my swollen prick. We were on the same
wavelength, because jacking is my fun too, and my
opinion is that on a scale of one to ten, a poor hand
job rates about a seven while a good fuck is about
two.
"I enjoy jacking another guy's cock, and feeling his
hands on mine," I added. "It means sharing, caring,
and becoming really intimate." Jacking another man to
orgasm added another dimension to sex for me, because
I enjoyed being able to bring a man to orgasm by
stroking his cock, giving him the most intense
sensations he'd experience.
"Making a guy cream while he's doing me is really
important to me," Lou said, and I knew we were of one
mind. "It's sharing one of life's best experiences,
and I like to look at his face while I'm stroking him,
especially when he's cumming," he added, as he gave my
retracted foreskin an extra tug to tense my gee-string
and make my helmet dip towards my balls.
Are you a shooter or a dribbler?" he asked. I replied
that I dribbled when I came, and he told me that he
was a shooter, as he placed a large folded towel on
the mattress next to me, under his prick. I continued
to stroke him, letting his copious cock-honey drip
onto the towel under him.
"I know your uncut tip's sensitive, but does it get
super-sensitive when you cum?" he asked.
"Sometimes it does, but not as much as it used to when
I was younger," I replied.
"My tip often gets too sensitive to touch when I
come," he replied. "If I tell you, stop stroking me,
okay?"
"Don't worry, I promise I'll be careful," I replied,
as I continued to twist my fist around his swollen
tip. Removing my left hand from his balls, I clamped
thumb and index finger tightly around the base of his
shaft, constricting the veins and making them bulge to
heighten his excitement. I saw the bell-shaped head
was becoming darker as it went into its final
swelling, and it didn't feel as spongy any more. It
had been larger than the shaft at the corona, but now
flared out even more, giving it a really attractive
profile. The ridge was hard under my fingers as I
continued to massage it. His balls were tight against
his body, and I knew he was close.
Meanwhile, he'd pulled back harder on my hood,
allowing him to hit the nerve endings in the deep
groove behind my glans with the brush, and I felt my
balls tighten against my body. The tension on my
foreskin was so much that it pulled on my gee-string,
making the head bend down towards my balls. I
consciously tried to relax to delay coming, but my
orgasm was nearing, and I was helpless to stop it,
given the skill with which Lou handled my cock. I
wanted him to come first, though, and I tightened my
grip on his wet, slippery cock, giving a hard twist
around his tip, making sure to hit the groove behind
the head. I felt his cock throb in my fingers and saw
a white jet shoot from his tip onto the towel as he
grunted hard in ecstasy. Now his prick thrust hard
into my fist as he shot again, and I wra
pped the towel around his shaft and head to catch all
the cum. He continued to thrust as I squeezed his hard
prick through the cloth, and I felt his thighs
slamming into the side of the mattress in the fury of
his orgasm as he cried out helplessly.
The rough terry cloth scraped his tortured tip, even
though it had been softened and lubricated by his
seepage and the glycerin lube on his cock. His
frenzied thrusting sent hot sensations up his shaft to
his brain, and I saw him stop working my prick as the
rush of orgasm suppressed his volition and conscious
thought. Lou's hands were on the mattress now, unable
to continue stimulating my prick. His head was back
and his jaw open in a silent scream as the sweet agony
possessed him and his mind went on "hold."
His body was responding automatically, and it didn't
matter now how sensitive his tip had become. He was
still thrusting, shoving his prick into the rough
towel, the sensations overwhelming him, making him cry
out softly in shuddering breaths. I smelled the odor
of chlorine from the torrent of cream that was now
seeping through the towel onto my fingers. The hot
liquid was viscous and slippery, and I felt his high
ridge sliding smoothly past my fingers through the
cloth.
His thrusting slowed, and his prick stopped throbbing.
I heard him inhale deeply as he began recovering from
the biological storm. I removed the towel, and he
plucked a wet one from the container and wiped his
prick clean. Then he picked up the brush and dipped it
into the cup to gather more lather. My cock was still
rock-hard, and he pulled my foreskin back tightly as
he began stroking my cock-head with bold strokes, side
to side, hitting the broad upper surface, the
sensitive rim, and the deep groove behind it. He
swiped the brush side to side against my orifice,
sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing into my
straining helmet. My tip tingled, and I felt myself
slipping over the edge. The room faded, and Lou
disappeared. This was just as well, because once I was
gripped by the intensity of my orgasm, I'd be unable
to take care of him.
I opened my eyes to see my cock in my hand, the
swollen purple head surrounded by its collar of
foreskin that I was stroking back and forth. The
single eye was staring at me and dripping slippery
tears onto the paper towels on my stomach. I felt very
close to orgasm, and slowed my strokes as I returned
to the real world. Lubricant flowed freely from my
teardrop shaped hole, and I heard myself breathing
hard; "AH-AH-AH," as I approached climax. I stopped
stroking altogether, holding the skin back hard to
stretch the nerve endings, enjoying the twilight state
on the edge of orgasm.
A deep tickle in my cock-root told me that the final
squirt of lube was on its way, and crawling up my tube
until it seeped from my teardrop shaped hole. I pulled
back harder on the skin, bringing my nerve endings to
their peak, and I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm
begin deep in my cock-root. Now my cock began
throbbing and pumping jets of cream. I watched the
first big surge dribble out of my cock-head onto the
paper towels, and then my eyes closed as I lost myself
in sensation.
I felt myself slipping into the free-fall of orgasm,
unable to think as the rush of sensations dominated my
consciousness. The tingling in my prick spread all
over my body as surges of hot juice drove up my tube
to the end. I was aware that my hand was fisting my
foreskin up and down my cock, crushing the high rim
and then pulling back to stretch the nerve endings.
Another torrent of thick cum poured from my helmet and
I closed my eyes involuntarily as the hot tingling
rushed up my spine to my brain. I cried out in
agonized ecstasy, unable to control my feelings,
helpless in the iron grip of my climax.
I slowly came back to full consciousness as the jets
slowed and finally stopped. My prick lay on my stomach
in a wide puddle of cream, too sensitive to touch, as
the final drop seeped from the gaping orifice in my
glans. I felt the full sledgehammer effect of the
orgasm hit me then, a heavy tranquilizing that made me
relax utterly and drift off to sleep.

The end