Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2005 07:57:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ronnie, A Fantasy, Masturbation, 1/1

Ronnie- Part 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

       I was hot and horny, ready for another fantasy,
reclining on my lounge chair and ready for another
exciting trip to orgasm. I pinched my foreskin,
twisting the long nipple between my fingers, feeling
my cock growing hard with the stimulation. My daydream
began, mixing fact with reality.
      I had seen Ronnie on the street where I lived,
although I didn't know his name, passing him many
times over two years. He was about 30, wore glasses,
and was shorter than I, but more muscular. That day, I
fantasized that he sat on the bench, and I decided to
sit beside him, because he seemed a bit glum and I was
curious.
      "Anything wrong?" I asked. He looked at me
before replying.
      "No, just the usual. I'm lonely and I'm horny."
He looked down after he'd spoken. I saw the outline of
his cock through the left leg of his pants, the
cock-head clearly defined. As nobody else was near, I
took a chance and traced the rim with my forefinger.
      "You can go home and satisfy yourself," I
suggested, "but another guy's hand always feels
better." To my surprise, he got up and looked at me
expectantly. I rose and led the way, and we soon
arrived at my house, only a few blocks away. Inside, I
led him to the bedroom, and sat down next to him. It
turned out that he was unattached, as I was, and the
summer heat had intensified his sexual urge as it had
mine. We looked into each other's eyes, and found some
communality.
      "I really need an orgasm," he confessed. I was
feeling the urge too.
      "Let's get naked," I suggested, amazed that he'd
be receptive to me, twice his age. Soon we were in the
buff, and I pointed to his swelling cock.
      "You're lucky," I said. You're not cut." He
grinned and replied:
      "Neither are you. I like that." His fingers
grasped my prick around the head and squeezed gently,
making my cock-root throb. I did the same for him,
watching as his cock became full-hard. Ronnie had a
thin foreskin that covered the head fully, ending in a
tight pucker that widened as his broad glans pushed
its way out. I saw the teardrop shaped orifice fill
with dew as I continued to squeeze his shaft.
      His cock was about six and a half inches,
slightly longer than mine, and the shaft curved very
slightly upward. The thin foreskin had retracted as
he'd become erect, baring a large, helmet-shaped glans
very much like mine. His hood now lay back flat on his
shaft behind the head, and his cock looked circumcised
except for the lack of the thick brown scar ring
typical of cut pricks. I smelled the delicious
uncircumcised man smell from his moist, exposed tip.
My cock was now hard as well, with my thick, rubbery
foreskin still covering the end.
      "You've got a lot of foreskin," he commented, as
he began to skin it back slowly, stretching the nerve
endings and adding to my excitement. "There's a lot
you can do with foreskin like that." He ringed my cock
with his fingertips, twisting my foreskin right and
left over the head, caressing my rim.
      "I like the smell of your cock," he said, as he
continued to twirl my foreskin, arousing me as his
fingers worked on my snug hood. He skinned me back
slowly, sensually, then slipped the skin forward over
the bulging German helmet, inhaling the aroma of my
hot, moist cock-head.
      Ronnie's cock was leaking copiously, and I
spread it over the blunt dome of his glans, caressing
the nerve endings and making him hot. I sensed that
his need was urgent, and I said:
      "You go first. I can tell you need it. I can
wait." I stroked his naked purple tip with my
fingertips, knowing that this would make him come
within seconds, and watched as his balls drew up
tightly against his body. His tip swelled under my
fingers, becoming firmer as his excitement mounted and
his orgasm neared. The flaring rim swelled further,
darkening with excitement. Now I held his cock almost
horizontally, so that his cream would shoot out over
his stomach, and worked him up to the brink.
      He was gasping now, a string of "Ah-AH-AHs" that
told me that his body was operating on pure reflex as
I stroked his sensitive swollen tip and strummed the
gee-string under his cock-head. I wrapped my fingers
around his shaft and pulled back hard, stretching his
gee-string and making his glans dip down towards his
tight scrotum. I felt the heavy throb as his cock spit
its first stream onto his stomach, the big bulging tip
hot between my fingers. Another surge of cream erupted
from his orifice, shooting onto his blond hairs, as he
convulsed on the bed. His hips bucked, and his cock
spit another heavy stream as I continued to massage
his sensitive nerve endings. More jets came, until
he'd drained himself and lay quietly next to me.
      It took a couple of minutes until he roused
himself, and then he looked at me, and said:
      "Thanks. That was terrific." I bent and licked
the last drops of cream from his softening tip, as all
fantasy sex is safe sex. The chlorine odor and salty
taste aroused me further.
Ronnie grasped my cock behind the head and pulled my
foreskin all the way back, then all the way forward
again, bumping the ridge and making the snug hood
slide down the glans to the end. "You can get a nice
long stroke with a foreskin like that," he commented
as he repeated the motion, torturing my nerve endings.
      Then Ronnie grasped my penis, placing thumb and
index finger of his right hand on the right side next
to the ridge, and the other hand grasping the foreskin
on the left side. He pinched my foreskin on the right
side first, dragging the tight skin over the glans
sideways, then let go as his other hand pinched my
foreskin on the left side, dragging and stretching the
hood to the left sideways over my swollen cock-head.
This was a sensation that cut guys can't even imagine,
tremendously stimulating, and making my glans throb in
response as my excitement mounted. The quick
side-to-side sensations rubbed my rim and gave me a
thrill with each squeeze, bringing me closer to
orgasm.
      I felt my cock swelling as orgasm neared, and
Ronnie pulled my foreskin from side to side faster to
increase my sensations. He must have felt the
pre-orgasmic hardening, because he suddenly skinned me
back and put his mouth on my engorged glans.
      Conventional wisdom is that you're never
supposed to use teeth when sucking a cock, but Ronnie
scraped his teeth lightly over my engorged rim, then
worked down over the head to the big blunt end, and
the sharp sensations made my prick explode. I felt the
sudden pounding in my cock-root as my first big surge
of cream burned its way up my tube to gush into his
mouth. The powerful stream stretched my tube near the
end, boiling out of the distended orifice. My eyes
closed as I fell into the hot pit of orgasm,
mindlessly writhing and helpless in his hands. My
cock-root had another spasm, and more juice erupted
from my tip down his throat. I cried out as the
sensations shook me, and more jets surged up my tube,
burning their way and paralyzing all conscious
thought. Hot gizm erupted into his mouth, and I felt
him swallow my throbbing cock-head as far as he could,
swallowing frantically as I filled his throat with my
cream.
      My orgasm was fading, my pulses weakening as I
drained myself. Sensing this, Ronnie removed his mouth
and began pumping my foreskin up over the still
swollen head, compressing my ridge and forcing more
jets from my engorged prick. My juice no longer burned
as it surged up my tube, and the pulses slowed and
then stopped.
      I lay there, my fist around my now still shaft,
enjoying the warm afterglow that had begun to creep
over me. When I opened my eyes, Ronnie was gone, and I
was alone with a cream-soaked towel on my stomach. I
wadded the towel, wiped the residue from my softening
cock-head, and slipped the long hood forward to cover
it.

The end.