Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 10:01:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vibrator Fantasy, Masturbation, 1/1

Vibrator Fantasy
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I enjoy fantasizing, even with the guys I meet on the
Internet chat, because we live so far from each other
that a meeting is out of the question. However, when I
lie back in my recliner with some paper towels,
anything becomes possible:
I'd met Bob, who goes by the handle "Naturalman," on
the chat, and we'd clicked immediately because we're
both uncut. We were able to share experiences and
relate to each other very well, and we continued
chatting and e-mailing. He had told me that he'd used
a cup type vibrator, as I had. He said "I can even
pull my foreskin over the outside rim of the vibrator
cup as it is sitting directly on my glans. First used
it on the foreskin and loved the feeling of unloading
with the foreskin still over the glans."
This time, Bob was coming to my home, bringing his
vibrator so that we might share and compare. When I
opened the door, I saw him, with his salt and pepper
hair and pleasant face. Bob is eight years younger
than my 61, and a few inches shorter than my 6'2". I
grasped his arm, enjoying even this physical contact,
and pulled him in. In the bedroom, we immediately
undressed, as we were eager to experiment.
"I haven't come in a week," I said, "because I've been
saving up for this."
"Me neither," he replied, pulling his shorts down to
reveal his full-foreskinned cock. I noted that it was
extended well beyond the head, ending in a thick,
wrinkled orifice. The outline of his glans was clearly
visible through the skin, just like mine.
We both have small pricks limp, although mine swells
to exactly six inches hard and Bob's comes to just a
fraction less than that. My foreskin is long and
thick, forming an ample nipple in front of the head
when limp. Both our hoods still cover our
helmet-shaped tips even with erection.
Bob opened his bag and withdrew a standard 110 volt
two-speed vibrator. In his other hand was a cup
attachment, made to fit over the glans. It was a
typical bell-shaped, one-size-fits-all, which means it
doesn't fit any prick-head right. I could see that it
was even too short to reach Bob's flaring rim, where
many nerve endings lie.
"I had to make my own cup to get a good fit," I said.
"It took a while, but it was worth it."
"I've got something else you might like," he said, as
he pulled a life size wax sculpture of his erect prick
from his bag. It showed his prick with the foreskin
pulled all the way back beyond the glans, exposing the
flaring rim and the groove behind it. "I made it
myself," he added.
"I didn't know you could sculpt so beautifully, I
said, but I can make use of that if you're willing."
"How so?" he asked. "Well, I'll use it as a pattern
for your new cup. I'll paint quick-drying epoxy on it,
then warm it and melt the wax out of it. You can have
a custom-fitted cup for your tip in minutes." He
nodded, and I mixed a batch of epoxy.
With a soft camel's hair brush, I painted a thin layer
of epoxy all over the end of the sculpture, encasing
his cock-head down to where the ridge meets the
groove. It took oly five minutes to set, and I mixed
another batch while waiting. I painted a second,
reinforcing layer on the first, this time attaching
the socket that I'd cut from the cup. This would
attach it to the vibrator's stud.
Our cocks had been swelling as I'd worked, because we
were both anticipating the results. I was eager to
watch him come with his cock-head totally encased in
the buzzing custom vibrator cup, and he was wondering
how much better it would feel than the old cup. I saw
a large drop of clear fluid fill the orifice of his
distended foreskin, and I lifted his prick with one
finger.
"Let me lick that off," I asked, and bent my head. It
was slippery and salty on my tongue, very much like my
lubricant. I was glad he secreted a lot, because it
would lubricate the cup for him, and intensify the
sensations.
I dipped the finished cup and wax sculpture into water
I'd set to boiling minutes before, and the wax flowed
out of the cup. Then I drilled a hole in the front to
allow the torrent of cream to escape. Finally, I
inspected the cup for sharp edges and found none.
"Looks good to me," I said as I led Bob back to the
bedroom. He knew what was coming, because he lay
supine on the bed, his cock flat on his stomach. He
wasn't fully hard yet, and I drew back his long hood
so that I could fit the cup. His lubricated cock-head
slipped easily into the cavity, and I carefully
aligned it with the contours of his glans. The cup
encased his rim completely, including the very
sensitive back face. The bottom of the cup enveloped
his frenulum, the super-sensitive gee-string under the
head.
Then I placed some paper towels on his stomach to
catch his juice. My last step was to roll his foreskin
all the way up the cup, leaving only the hole and the
socket exposed. That way, the vibrations would reach
the many nerve endings in his hood, adding to his
excitement.
"Ready?" I asked as I fitted the vibrator's stud into
the socket on the cup, and cupped his balls in my
other hand. Bob nodded, and I pushed the switch to the
high position. The vibrator jumped in my hand and I
felt the buzzing that I knew would be much more
intense inside the cup. I saw Bob's eyes open wide as
his jaw dropped, and his arms flayed out to his sides.
I straddled his thighs and felt the involuntary
muscular contractions in his legs.
Bob was going "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" loudly in
response to the sensations, and I knew that if he'd
been standing, his knees would have buckled
immediately. I knew exactly what he was feeling from
my own experience with the vibrator, and anticipated
his orgasm within seconds. Bob's breathing was ragged,
and he cried out in pure joy as the hot sparks of
sensation stabbed deeply into his glans and down his
shaft. I was holding the base of his shaft now,
feeling it stiffen even further as the peak neared.
Hot sensations rushed at him like an express train,
assaulting his consciousness, and I knew that at that
stage, Bob's whole world was in his cock. I felt the
shaft throb, and heard him call out "Jack, Jack, Jack"
as the orgasm consumed him. A long white jet shot from
the end of the cup as his cock throbbed hard in my
hand. Another stream erupted from the hole, followed
by yet another gush as the insistent vibrations forced
Bob to empty himself. I shot a glance at his contorted
face, seeing his eyes were closed as the joyful agony
of orgasm overwhelmed him. My cock was full-hard, and
I felt it throb in response because it was so
arousing.
Bob's body strained against mine and he continued to
moan loudly as the hot jets erupted from his cock. Now
they became weaker, and I sensed his orgasm was nearly
over. I switched off the vibrator, not wanting to
cause him distress, knowing that the contractions in
his cock-root would continue for many seconds until he
was completely drained.
Many minutes later, Bob was wiped down, ready to make
me come. He straddled my thighs, holding the vibrator.
We had to use my own cup, because my helmet is
slightly larger than his. He poured some glycerin lube
into the cup, then slipped it over my swollen glans. I
helped him by rolling my ample foreskin up over the
cup. I was supine, arms stretched out, when he hit the
switch.
A hot whirlwind of sensations drove into my swollen
glans and enveloping foreskin, making me cry out
helplessly. I felt my tip swell even more, wedging
itself tightly against the inside of the cup, as hot
tingles filled my foreskin. I was already primed, so
it took even less time for me as a fiery spike of
sensation stabbed down my prick to my balls, and I
exploded.
My eyes were screwed shut as I cried out; "Bob, Bob,
Bob." My cock-root convulsed and shot a hot stream of
lava up my tube as I writhed helplessly under Bob. My
whole world was in my throbbing cock, and my thoughts
were overwhelmed by the rush of orgasm. I lay
passively, letting things happen because I could do
nothing else, as stream after burning stream of hot
fluid boiled its way up my tube and out the hole. The
vibrator cup drove its frenzied buzzing into the nerve
endings in my cock-head and the foreskin wrapped
tightly around it, making my entire cock vibrate. My
hips bucked as more contractions wracked my cock-root,
and I felt more jets erupt as I drained myself.
When it was over, I felt totally inert, with no energy
to do anything. I opened my eyes to see Bob's head
bending down, and felt his lips tenderly kissing my
forehead.

The End