Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 07:06:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sensitive Tip, Masturbation, 1/1

Sensitive Tip
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

When I get horny the head of my cock becomes very
sensitive. The slightest touch, such as partly
skinning back my foreskin when I pee, provokes intense
and delicious feelings. Sometimes I even develop a
pleasant mild itch in the corona, to remind me that I
need relief.
I hadn't had an orgasm for a week when I lay down last
evening to masturbate and fantasize, and I looked
forward to a big, blasting release that would empty
out my tanks and tranquilize me for sleep. I had a big
towel to catch the cream, and began by pulling gently
on my foreskin's long nipple. Closing my eyes, I
imagined that I was at the Men Only Nude Gathering
(MONG) and had just met my room-mate on the first
afternoon.
I'd just hit my 61st Birthday, and MONG assigns
room-mates by age bracket if there's no specific
request. MONG had found that most guys would request
someone younger, few asking for an older roomie,
making it impossible to give each one what he wanted.
However, I'd requested that my room-mate be uncut, and
found that Dennis was about 28, only 5'6" or so, about
half a foot shorter than I, but otherwise very well
equipped. We'd introduced ourselves; he'd told me that
he'd also requested an uncut room-mate, and my eyes
dropped to his crotch as he undressed in the room
where we were unpacking. I saw an average size cock,
with a big glans bulge and a long, loose foreskin that
extended well beyond the tip. I liked that, because
having an uncut partner guaranteed that we'd be able
to handle each other's foreskins skillfully, with no
awkward hesitations, pauses, or interruptions.
The atmosphere at MONG is very open, unlike in other
naturist gatherings where sex and sex talk are
practically taboo, and Dennis spoke up as soon as he
observed my cock:
"Nice foreskin, but it looks tight. Can you skin it
back easily?" I wasn't surprised at the question,
considering how loose and floppy his hood appeared to
be.
"Oh, yes, no problem," I answered. "It's tight, but
skins back right down to the groove behind the head. I
like it snug, because that gives me just the right
amount of pressure when I move it back and forth."
"I've gotta pee," I added, skinning my hood back to
what I call "half-cock, with the tight ring of skin
lodged firmly behind the twin lobes on the underside
of my glans, leaving the flaring rim fully encased. I
went into the attached bathroom and sat on the toilet.

"I always sit down to pee," I explained. "That way
there's no splatter. Dennis had followed me, watching
what I did.
"Mine's pretty loose," he said, as he grasped his cock
and peeled back the long hood to reveal a large
bell-shaped head, beginning to swell under his
handling. "I stretched it gradually over the years,"
he added. "I like having it nice and loose, and every
time I peed I put a couple of fingers in it and pulled
out to the sides. Then I had it stretched enough so
that I could squeeze a ping-pong ball inside, and that
finished the stretching and kept it really loose." He
stepped up to the sink and I saw a thick yellow stream
shoot from his tip to hit the back of the bowl at the
same time that I let mine go.
"Looks like your cock needs attention," I remarked.
"It's growing fast." As he peed, his cock had
continued to grow, and I watched, fascinated, was he
finished, squeezed the residue from his tube, and ran
the water for a few seconds. I'd finished too, and
after a quick squeeze, stood up.

"I haven't come in a week, saving up for this
vacation," Dennis replied. "Now it looks like I need
relief right away." I saw his cock at almost full-mast
now, the skin still retracted behind the bulging
glans.
"Mine needs relief, too," I said, and went on to
explain that I had also been saving up my cream as he
had, and how my tip had become extra-sensitive. I also
had the familiar itch in the rim, one that touching
only made more intense.
"I've got that coronal itch too. We've got a couple of
hours before orientation and dinner. Let's do it now,
if that's okay with you," he suggested. I saw that a
drop of clear fluid had parted the lips of the opening
at the end of his still naked glans. "Okay if I close
the door?" There was an unwritten rule at MONG, that
there were no locks on doors and that it was all right
to walk into anyone's room if the door was open, but
that a closed door meant "Do Not Interrupt." I nodded,
and Dennis pushed the door shut, then walking over to
me and grasping my long foreskin nipple between thumb
and forefinger, applying a rolling motion that moved
the skin sideways over the head underneath. A tingling
feeling began, and my cock began to respond.
I reached out and pulled the thick ring of foreskin
from behind his high rim down over the tapering head,
stretching it out beyond the end. I knew that would
give him a thrill in his foreskin nerve endings as
well as his sensitive glans. I slipped it back slowly,
baring the nose of his glans, and saw that his
pee-slit had enlarged to a teardrop shape, like mine,
filled with clear liquid. A tickle in my cock-root
told me that my cock was secreting pre-lube as well.
Our cocks were swelling quickly, and soon we were
fully hard, and eager for release. Dennis full-fisted
my cock, peeling my foreskin back slowly from the end,
watching as the tight nipple enlarged as the blunt
nose of my cock-head poked through. He stopped and
allowed my hood to go forward again to make a tight
pucker beyond the end. We each had about six inches
from base to the tip of the cock-head, not counting
the ample foreskins that stretched beyond them.
I sat on one of the two bunk beds and pulled him
toward me to study his cock more closely. Slipping his
skin fully forward to engulf his tapering cock-head
and the drop of lubricant, I then slowly skinned it
back, spreading the clear fluid over his moist and
sensitive tip, inhaling and savoring the delicious
odor of natural cock.
"Your prick smells delicious," I said as I leaned
forward and licked at the next drop to appear in his
hole. In a fantasy, you can do things you wouldn't
dare in real life. Dennis moaned softly as my tongue
probed at his hole and traced small circles around it.
He sat next to me, holding my cock and working the
tight hood back from the big blunt end. My wet purple
cock-head came into view and he said:
"I like that. Looks like a helmet type to me." The
difference between our cock-heads was that his rim
went almost straight down to the weld mine underneath,
giving the effect of a bell's rim. Mine swept down at
an angle and the two halves met in big twin lobes
forward, giving the effect of a helmet. He continued
to skin it back, the snug hood stretching over the
swollen contours of my glans, until the ring of
foreskin popped over the high, flaring rim and snapped
back into the groove behind it. I was now stroking his
cock, back and forth, directing the loose sleeve of
skin fully over the big purple bell and beyond the
end, where it formed a large, wrinkled pucker. I drew
it back, sliding the foreskin over the sensitive
surface as Dennis continued to moan.
"My tip's really tingly now, and the itch in my rim is
so strong I don't think I can hold off much longer,"
he said. "I'm getting that terrific urge to pee." I
knew what he meant, because when I neared orgasm, no
matter how much I tried to relax to prolong the
anticipation, an overpowering urge to pee hit me just
before I shot my load. He squirmed, and I wrapped my
free arm around his waist and walked him to the
bathroom. We stopped in front of the sink and I said:
"Okay, just shoot in there. I'll help you come fast."
I let go of his prick and put my outstretched hand
underneath as I placed my other on top, beginning to
roll his cock between my palms. I picked up the pace,
twisting his loose foreskin over the hard core of his
cock, and saw him get on tip-toe as the sensation hit
him. His jaw clenched, and he let go of my cock to
place both hands against the wall behind the sink. The
rotating motion was stretching the millions of nerve
endings in his foreskin as well as rubbing and
compressing his ridge. Now I stroked faster, knowing
that the sideways friction of his skin over the
sensitive ridge would bring the climax within seconds.
Rolling a guy's prick was the fastest, most powerful
way to make him come quickly, in my experience.
"Almost there," he muttered through clenched teeth. I
pulled my hands back slightly to bare the end of his
engorged cock-head, while I continued to twist the
foreskin over his inflamed ridge. The tip of his glans
was dark purple, and I felt the core of his cock swell
and harden even more between my palms. A steady ooze
of lubricant dribbled from his tip into the sink, and
then I felt his prick pulse between my palms. A thick
white rope shot from his hole to hit the far side of
the sink, then his prick pulsed again, and a thick
dribble flowed from his tip.
Dennis cried out as his back arched, his thighs
pressing against the sink as if to thrust his cock
deeper into my palms as the orgasm hit him with full
fury. His cock throbbed again, and another gush of
cream drooled from his hole. I felt him shudder, and I
changed grips, wrapping my right hand fully around his
foreskin and pumping with a twisting stroke as my
other arm wrapped around his waist to steady him. The
intense and violent sensations of orgasm were
disorienting him, and I felt him sag against me, as
his knees buckled.
"Easy, good buddy," I reassured him as I held him
against me, preventing him from collapsing. "I've got
you. Just relax and enjoy the ride." His cock throbbed
again, letting loose a week's worth of thick
chlorine-smelling semen, and the familiar odor of
chlorine floated up to me as a large pool of his juice
collected in the sink. His cock pulsed again as the
jizm began going down the drain, and I skinned his
hood back hard, to make the gee-string pull his glans
down. I saw his big bell-shaped head dip as I pulled
hard, and he shuddered again with the sensations.
Another gush erupted from his hole, and the pulses
slowed to a slow ooze as the last drops fled his body.

"Drain your balls, good buddy?" I asked as I slowed my
strokes, tightening my grip to pull the last drops
along his tube. When I was sure he wouldn't fall, I
knelt to lap the residue from his dark purple tip,
skinning him all the way back so that I could get the
coating of cream and lube out of the groove behind his
rim. When I'd licked all of the thick, viscous fluid
from his big purple bell, I slipped the protective
hood back over it.
"Thanks, Jack," he said. "Now it's your turn." My cock
had remained fully hard and ready to go, and luckily
he'd let go while I was doing him or I might have shot
my load with his. He skinned my hood all the way back,
then tugged harder to bare the deep groove behind my
rim. Two fingers of the hand holding my foreskin back
tickled the hairs on my balls as he moved around
behind me, and I felt his prick pressing into the
crack between my cheeks. Now he brought his other hand
around to touch my dick and plunged a fingertip into
the groove, running it lightly around the
circumference, down to the gee-string underneath and
back up the other side. This light and teasing touch,
where hardly anyone had ever touched me before, was
supremely exciting, and my cock-root tickled as it
released more lubricant.
I faced the sink as Dennis's fingertips picked up the
lube from my orifice and spread it all over my bulging
tip, lightly stimulating one set of nerve endings
after another because he never lingered in one spot. I
knew that Dennis was a master at giving a hand job
because he knew that nerve endings become fatigued
with repeated stimulation, and he constantly moved to
fresh ones. Now one finger traced small circles around
my hole; next he worked all five fingertip around my
inflamed rim, and I gasped at the intensity of the
feeling.
"I can feel your tip's getting harder," he said. "Any
second now." I knew he was right, because despite my
efforts to stay relaxed, I was getting an urge to pee,
although I knew no stream would come with my cock
fully hard. The color of my cock-head had darkened,
and I felt the tightening in my balls as they drew up
against my body. His fingers continued their maddening
caress over my inflamed glans, and the hot tingle
exploded, traveling down to my cock-root.
"Go," I heard him say as the heavy pounding began in
my cock-root, and the first huge gush poured from my
hole, dribbling into the sink. My eyes closed and I
heard myself cry out in pure joy as the full force of
sensations numbed my mind, leaving me entranced by my
orgasm. My cock throbbed again and another hot lava
jet burned its way up my tube as I felt Dennis'
fingers continue to tease and torture my glans.
He pulled back harder on my skin, tensing my
gee-string to pull the big head downward, and another
surge of cream poured from the end. He was an expert,
and he had me in his power. I felt his body press hard
against mine, pinning me to the sink as I sagged,
helpless as the frenzy of orgasm shook me, and he
murmured:
"Love it, just love it." His fingers continued their
dance on my swollen cock-head, tapping here, rubbing
there, probing the deep groove behind the rim, and
finally encircling the rim to apply a hard twist that
made me yelp.
I don't know how long it lasted, but I was completely
spent when my throbs had slowed to light spasms and I
felt him release me. I grasped the sink to make sure I
didn't fall, while Dennis squeezed the last drops from
my tube, turned me around, and led me to one bunk,
where he cleaned my slimy glans with his tongue before
sliding the hood over it.
I saw his half-hard cock a couple of feet from my face
and looked at the clock. We still had an hour and a
half to go, and he seemed to have more juice to drain.
Grasping his prick by the long, floppy foreskin, I
pulled him to me.
"Yours still needs more action," I said as I squeezed
the big head through its fleshy covering. It quickly
came to attention, and I guided Dennis to a sixty-nine
position beside me on the narrow bunk. His cock was
inches from my eyes as I pulled the skin back over his
rapidly swelling core. The odors of semen and
lubricant from his glans and foreskin turned me on. I
felt him do the same to mine, which responded almost
as quickly.
"We didn't drain it all," he said, before his lips
engulfed my glans. My fingers swept over his naked,
engorged tip, giving the sensitive nerve endings the
same sort of massage he'd given mine, and I replied:
"The itch in my rim's still there; How's yours?" He
drew his head back to say: "Yeah, I feel it. We both
need another orgasm." I continued to massage his
engorged purple bell, making sure I hit the rim, the
front, the broad upper surface, and even strumming his
thick gee-string. Dennis began moaning, and I realized
he wouldn't be much slower the second time around. I
kept working my fingers over his swollen tip, enjoying
the pure male odor as drops of masculine lubricant
oozed from his teardrop hole. I felt the head's soft,
spongy feeling vanish under my fingers as it engorged
with arousal, and I let my lips engulf it.
"WOW!" he said at the different sensation. He howled
when my teeth scraped his broad upper surface and the
sensitive gee-string underneath. When my teeth reached
his trigger ridge, I felt his glans throb in my mouth
as the taste of chlorine hit my tongue. Dennis's cock
drooled seemingly endless loads of cream, which I
swallowed hard, and I felt him pumping my foreskin
frenziedly. My cock-head exploded, and my hand worked
the foreskin up and down as gushes of juice poured out
onto my towel. I was back in my own bed, stroking my
cock to let a week's load extrude through my teardrop
hole.

The end