Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2005 10:47:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Another Naturalman Fantasy, Masturbation, 1/1

Another Naturalman Fantasy
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I was horny, and knew it was time for another fantasy
about a guy I'd met on the Internet Chat. This was
Bob, who goes by the handle "Naturalman" because he's
uncut, like me. I lay back in my recliner, closed my
eyes, and...
We'd again met in a motel room in a city where we had
both gone on business. He was already naked when I
arrived, and I looked down and saw his beautiful uncut
prick arcing down over his tight balls, slowly
swelling in anticipation of what was to come. I
removed my clothes, dropping them on the floor, and we
lay facing each other on the bed. His fingers rolled
the long nipple of my foreskin, making the head slide
around inside its ample hood. The gentle tickling
feeling made my prick swell to its full six inches,
the big helmet bulging under the covering skin.
I pinched Bob's cock-head through the skin, feeling
its sponginess harden under my fingers. Bob's hard-on
was almost as long as mine, and about the same shape,
the large, flaring head showing its outlines clearly
through the covering skin. I began edging the tight
hood back slowly, as I liked doing to mine, because I
knew that stretching the foreskin's nerve endings
slowly was very erotic. A gush of lube poured out over
my fingers, because Bob wets much more than I do. I
have just enough clear lube to lubricate my long tight
foreskin and make retraction easy, the smooth, sliding
feeling stabbing into my nerve endings.
"I like the way you lube," I said. "You've got a lot
more than I do."
"Glad you like it," he said, as he stretched my tight
hood back over my flaring, tapering glans. I recalled
the way my old friend Ron lubed, a steady stream
pouring out over his cock-head as I caressed it. Ron
had been circumcised tightly, and the copious
lubrication made his dry, leathery head shiny and
slippery as I stroked it. Ron had told me he
particularly enjoyed having my hand twisting around
the skin between his ridge and the thick brown scar on
his shaft.
Bob and I had had a natural attraction towards each
other from the first day we'd chatted on Club Stroke
because although we both liked cocks, we felt more
comfortable with uncut guys who knew how to handle
foreskins. Cut guys didn't seem to know what to do
with an intact prick, usually just skinning them back
and massaging the head. They didn't know the exquisite
feeling produced by a tongue probing under the
foreskin, caressing the ridge and the deep groove
behind it. I'd also discovered that cut pricks didn't
have that delicious masculine odor natural ones had.
That's why I was happy that Bob had that lovely sleeve
of skin covering his luscious glans. Keeping it moist
and tender.
Now I skinned Bob back all the way, watching
fascinated as his big shiny purple helmet came into
view, almost a duplicate of mine. The most beautiful
part of a man is the prick, and the most beautiful
part of the prick is the head, with its compound
curves and flaring ridge. Bob's ridge was shiny and
deep purple, like mine. Instead of a teardrop shaped
hole, though, he had a long pouting slit, lips parted
with drops of cock-dew. I inhaled the musky male odor,
somewhat different from mine. I'd always enjoyed
smelling my cock, running a finger under my hood and
bringing it to my nose. Because of our differing body
chemistries, Bob's cock smelled somewhat different
from mine, and the foreign odor was very exciting.
"Your prick smells nice," he said, and I knew he felt
the same way about pricks different from his.
I ran my fingertip in small circles around his slit,
stimulating the nerve endings and making him moan in
delight. Bob's cock-head, shiny and tender, was a lot
more sensitive than Ron's had been, because it was
covered and kept moist by Bob's long pendulous
foreskin. Right now, it was bared and ready for
action. The dark purple ridge was ready for my
caresses.
His fingers pulled my foreskin all the way back behind
the ridge, and I felt a throb in my cock-root as the
tight hood snapped into the deep grove behind my
glans. The tight roll of skin was like a tourniquet,
keeping the blood in the head and making it turn
darker purple. The light tickle in my shaft confirmed
that a drop of lube was crawling up my tube, and a
moment later it filled the hole at the end. Bob spread
the juice in small circles around my hole, as I'd done
to him moments before. The nerve endings in my glans
vibrated with joy, making me shiver with delight, and
I was glad that I, too, had a long thick hood to keep
the cock-head tender and moist.
I began pumping his hardness, drawing the long sheath
up and over the big head, then skinning it all the way
back in long strokes the way I knew he enjoyed. He
squeezed my prick around the base, constricting the
veins and making the glossy glans swell and bulge even
more. The color changed to deeper purple, especially
around the swollen rim. Now Bob began sliding my
foreskin forward, enveloping the big helmet, until the
hood formed a pucker in front. He pulled on my pucker,
stretching my skin out as far as it would go, showing
the outline of the helmet underneath.
Now he drew it back, slowly working it over the
contours of my hot glans until it rode over the
flaring ridge and snapped into the groove behind. He
worked his way down my body, and probed my teardrop
with his tongue. I scooted into a "69" with him,
pulling his foreskin forward and working my tongue
into his opening, probing underneath and working it
back to the rim. I ran my tongue-tip around his rim,
ending up under the head, where his sensitive
gee-string and its many sensitive nerve endings lay.
Slowly, I peeled back his hood, and strummed his
exposed gee-string with my tongue tip. A gush of juice
poured out onto my tongue, and I heard him go
"AH-AH-AH Jack!" as the sensations hit him with full
force. I tightened my grip and pulled his skin back
harder, putting tension on his gee-string, which
dragged his head down towards his balls.
I felt his fingers tighten around my shaft as he
pulled my foreskin all the way back, stretching my
gee-string as well, and I felt my head dipping under
the tension. His tongue-tip worked around and into my
hole, and I gasped his name; "Bob, Bob, Bob," as the
sensations mounted in my hot cock.
"Let's stop for a sec," I suggested, and swiveled
around to face him. "Want to come first?" I asked.
"Okay, if it's all right with you," he replied. I
resumed pumping his prick, twisting the hood on the up
stroke and twisting the other way as I skinned his
beautiful prick back again. My cock was within his
reach as he lay flat on the bed enjoying the delicious
sensations, and I felt his fingers clasp it. I knew
touching my prick aroused him, as touching his did me.
I watched his face as his sensations mounted, and I
saw his eyes close as the biological storm neared. His
cock throbbed in my encircling fingers, and I knew he
was close. I was too, and knew that I might not be
able to control myself when he came. The sight and
feel of his orgasm might push me over the edge.
As I peeled his hood back, I saw that his cock-head
had darkened, just like mine, and that the back face
of his rim was dark purple, almost black, again like
mine does just before coming. I stroked him forward
again, and he said;
"Man, it's nice having a really long foreskin. You can
take such long strokes with it." I pulled his hood
forward again, covering the head and forming a pucker
in front. Now I peeled it back to bare the excited
swollen head again, and this time I kept it back so
that his glans could expand fully during the final
swelling. He was very close, and I jiggled his skin,
bumping it against the back of the ridge, then pulling
back hard to make the head dip. A steady stream of
juice flowed from his orifice, down over my hot
encircling fingers as I worked his prick. I felt a
hard throb as Bob grunted, and a long stream of hot
semen erupted from the slit, parting the lips as it
shot through.
"Jack, Jack, Jack," he cried out in agonized ecstasy
as his orgasm overwhelmed him. His cock pumped jets of
white cream ten inches into the air as I pumped it
frantically, giving him long strokes that tugged the
head down before returning and covering the swollen
head with his hot, slippery foreskin. My fingers
slipped off his skin and wrapped themselves around the
hot, throbbing head. I quickly twisted my fist around
the sensitive glans, making him cry out again and
again as he emptied himself. His hips thrust upward,
driving his cock through my fist.
I prick was hot and hard, and I consciously tried to
relax as his hot cock pumped in my hand. I barely
avoided exploding as he finished his orgasm and began
to relax.
"Man, that was hot, really hot!" he exclaimed. "Now
you come for me." He grasped my swollen hardness and
began pumping my hood rapidly back and forth in the
same long strokes I'd used on him. I felt my cock
responding, and my cock-root lurched as his other hand
cupped my balls. I was flat on the bed, enjoying the
thrills his hot fingers sent through me, and I felt my
cock-head become all tingly, first in the rim, then
all over.
He skinned my foreskin back hard, baring the head,
then bumping the ridge. As the ring of skin bumped my
ridge again and again, I felt myself slipping over the
edge. A white-hot explosion wrenched my cock-root, and
I writhed in sensation, crying out "Oh, Bob, Bob,
Bob." A rush of burning lava shot up my shaft,
exploding out the tip, but my eyes were now closed in
ecstasy and I didn't see it. My cock throbbed hotly in
his hand as jet after jet of burning juice poured up
my tube and out the end.
I was in the grip of a mind-numbing orgasm, totally
unaware of anything except the warm hand around my
throbbing cock and the delicious sensations that
filled my body. My cock was throbbing and tingling,
and I was helpless in his hands as hot cream gushed
from my body.
I opened my eyes to see my hard prick oozing its last
drops of white juice all over the paper towels I'd
laid on my stomach. My fingers were still lightly
stroking the hood, pushing the last droplets of cream
up the tube and out of the end.

The end