Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2005 13:19:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ben Series, Part 1, Adult Friends, 1/5

Chris' Friend Ben
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Chris, whom I'd known for a couple of decades, was
going to be out of town for awhile, and he told me
that I'd be interested in meeting his friend Ben. He
wouldn't tell me anything about Ben, (short for
Bennett) except to reassure me that I'd enjoy meeting
him because we had similar tastes. Chris had given Ben
my phone number, and when he called I invited him to
come over that evening.
Ben turned out to be about my age, early forties, and
slightly shorter than my six feet. He had brown hair
and eyes, as I do, and a ready smile. From my
experiences with Chris, I suspected that Ben would
enjoy several cups of coffee before we got down to
business, and I had a pot ready when he arrived. 
"I love coffee," Ben said as he sat down with me at
the kitchen table. "Chris told me about the coffee
nerves and I found out that a full bladder always
firms up my erection."
"He's right. Coffee does the same for me, making the
sensations sharper," I responded. "I always like to
have a full bladder so that I can flush myself out
after orgasm."
"When my bladder's so full it feels ready to burst,
the pee burns its way down my tube like Drano," Ben
added.
"Me, too," I responded. "Also, when I've been building
up slowly to orgasm, my cream feels like hot lava when
I shoot. You too?" 
"Yes, me too. It seems we're a lot alike in some
ways."
"Let's get naked and see how alike we are in other
ways," I suggested. Ben said nothing, but stood up and
began to disrobe. Wordlessly, I followed his lead, and
in a minute we were facing each other naked.
Ben had a slim build, like mine, and his pubic hair
was also brown, like mine. Our eyes had immediately
dropped to each other's groins, and remained there.
"Chris told me you were uncut. I'm really into uncut
cocks, especially those with long foreskins like
yours. That nipple hanging beyond the end of your dick
fascinates me. Does it go all the way back?"
"Yes it does. You're uncut too, though your skin's not
as long as mine."
"No, I was cut as a baby." Ben's foreskin covered only
half the head, leaving a rounded pink front dome
exposed. "The doctor told my parents my foreskin was
too tight, and I'd have trouble urinating. My father
told him to remove only the tight end and leave the
rest. My father wasn't cut, and he knew that the skin
protects the end and keeps it sensitive. The doctor
didn't like that, but he knew my father was a lawyer,
and would give him real grief if he cut me all the way
back. I was luckier than other boys in that way." He
drew back his foreskin. "See how the front part of my
tip is dry and pink, and the back half and ridge are
purple and smooth?"
"Mine's the same color as your ridge," I replied.
"You're lucky you were left with enough foreskin to
keep the ridge moist and tender. By the way, the head
looks very nice, a perfect bell shape." His glans
swept back from its rounded nose to form an upturned
rim that ran around to the underside of his penis,
where the two halves met in a thin weld line. He
lifted it to show me the underside.
"I've still got my gee-string," he said. "Lots of guys
had their cut off along with their hoods." I reached
out and lightly touched his sensitive strand, and saw
him shiver at the sudden sharp sensation.
"I see it's pretty sensitive there. Yeah, you were
lucky. Can you come just having that part tickled?"
"Oh, yeah, I can come hard, just like Chris does when
he tickles his string. By the way, I really like the
shape of your cock, with the head making a big bulge
at the end. Some uncut guys have little heads, and
their cocks look like worms. The shape of your big tip
shows through the skin. I can tell you've got a helmet
shape." He grasped my prick with two fingers on either
side of the head and began tugging gently. I felt the
tension in my foreskin and the gentle friction as the
head slid inside its skin.
"Looks like you have lots of room inside that skin,"
he said. "I've seen that in guys who have long hoods
like yours. Bet it feels good." He stretched out my
hood even more, and the contours of my tip were
clearly visible through the thinning skin cover.
"That's a nice helmet under there." He now began
pushing the skin back. His prick had begun to swell at
my touch and now mine was filling out.
"I love the shape of yours too. That bell shape, with
its upturned rim, looks very sexy." Now a drop of
clear liquid parted the lips of his slit.
"Your rim has that sexy flare too, only just along the
top." His fingers gently pushed my hood back halfway.
"I love it when you do that. Pushing the skin back
stretches it, and that feels delicious." Ben's prick
was now almost fully hard, and the lips of his slit
had parted to form a perfect oval eye, weeping
slippery tears.
"I love handling a long foreskin like yours," he said.
"You've got so much extra length to play with." He
pulled my hood forward again, stretching it out away
from my body, producing a delicious tension in its
nerve endings. Now he slowly pushed it back again
until the edge lay poised on my rim. I was hard now,
with most of the purple head exposed. Ben's penis was
seeping steadily, and I massaged the slippery liquid
into the underside of his bell, making him shiver in
delight.
"Your slit's different from mine," he observed. "It
opens up into a sort of teardrop shape." His fingertip
caressed my flaring ridge through the covering of
tightly stretched skin, making my cock-root contract.
"You leak a lot," I said. "I'm glad of that, because I
don't have much lube. You seem to have enough for both
of us." At my words, Ben moved forward to touch the
wet, slippery end of his cock-tip to mine.
"My lube and your foreskin," he said. "I can give you
all the lube you need." He pulled my foreskin forward
again, where it slid freely over my now wet dome, then
pushed it back to spread the viscous liquid all over
my glans. The tight hood enlarged as it rode over my
rim, then snapped down into the deep groove behind it.
"Both our tips have big flaring rims," I said. "I like
that because the big ridge locks the skin back behind
it when you let go." Our fully hard cocks were at
attention now, big heads fully displayed. I saw that
Ben's cock was about half an inch longer than my six
inches, measured from the pubic bone to the end of the
glans. He touched his cock-tip to mine again and moved
it in small circles, spreading more lube on my round
front dome.
"My skin stays back when I'm hard. The head just
pushes out of it. If you want, pull it up for me.
It'll cover the rim without too much pulling." Making
a ring of my thumb and index finger, I grasped his
foreskin behind the head and pulled it towards the
end, finding that it slipped forward to compress the
rim. "See, that's one way I masturbate," he explained.

"I stroke mine in long strokes," I said as he began
pulling my hood forward, and we watched as his skilled
fingers brought it fully over my big helmet. 
"I'm really into cock, Jack. I like seeing them, but I
really love touching them, especially one with a long
skin like yours. I enjoy feeling it, stroking it,
until it throbs in my fingers and the big head spits
its cream." His fingers caressed my hood back and
forth, up and over the head, inflaming my passions.
"Better stop," I said. "You'll make me come right
here. Let's go into the bedroom." I led the way, and
we sat on my big king sized bed facing each other, my
right leg over his left and his right leg over my left
leg, close enough to reach each other's groins. 
"Your balls are tight," he observed. I noticed that
his scrotum was still slack, fanning out below the
base of his shaft. 
"Mine always are. They're not low-hangers like yours.
I guess yours tighten up when you get close to coming,
right?"
"They do, Jack. I can feel the tension in my scrotal
skin already, from what you're doing to me." Ben's
fingers had returned to my prick, delicately sliding
my long hood up and down the head. I encircled his
shaft behind the head and urged his foreskin remnant
over his ridge, compressing the nerve endings. Ben's
balls began drawing closer to his body as I stimulated
his prick.
"I can see your rim's sensitive," I said. Now I'll try
something else that I think you'll like." His oval
shaped orifice was still seeping lubricant, and I
touched it with my index finger, tracing small circles
around the hole and spreading the lubricant over the
front dome.
"That's really reaching me, Jack. Stroking my skin and
rubbing the front of my cock-head really turns me on."
"I knew it would, Ben. I'm just as much into cock as
you are, and I'm really enjoying this."
"I'm really going to enjoy making you come, Jack. I'd
love to see your tip spitting out its cream while your
cock's throbbing in my hand."
"That's great, but let's not hurry, okay? For me, a
long build-up makes me come even harder. Anyway, the
longer it takes, the fuller my bladder will be. I
think it works the same for you, right?"
"Oh, yeah, it really does. I want to take my time
coming. Then I'll be really excited when I explode."
Now I removed my finger from the front of his tip and
reached for a bottle of Astroglide on the bedside
table.
"Ever use this, Ben? You don't really need it, because
your prick juices so much, but you might enjoy it.
This contains glycerin and that makes your cock feel
warm. It's a real turn-on for me."
"Okay, pour some on. I want to know how it feels." I
poured a few drops onto the rounded end of Ben's
cock-head and worked it in with my fingertips. I saw
his expression change, becoming more intense.
"Yeah, that really gives me a warm feeling in the
head. Can you put a little more on, around my rim?" I
drew back his skin and poured a few drops into the
groove behind his ridge, watching it drip down to coat
his groove, then stroking the skin forward to spread
it evenly over his corona. A blissful look came over
his face as I worked the warming lotion into his nerve
endings, and his sac contracted tightly against his
body. 
"Let's see how this feels," I said as I drew back his
skin and poured a few more drops over the bell-shaped
glans. I kept his skin retracted and massaged the head
with my fingertips, reaching every tender spot. I
massaged his rim with a circular motion, worked my
fingertips over the broad upper surface of his glans,
around the hole, then down to the hot spot underneath.
As my fingers moved in a teasing motion over his
delicate bell-head, I felt its surface harden, and the
head flushed to a purple color.
"Oh, Jack, stop, you'll make me come right now if you
don't stop. Let me do it to you."
"Okay," I said as I removed my fingertips from his
head, totally exposed beyond his retracted hood. "See
how your entire head's purple now, like mine? That
lube made it really glossy and hard." Ben took the
bottle from me and poured some lube on the top of my
big helmet as he held the skin back. He pulled my long
hood forward to spread the lube all over the head to
the end, then pushed it back as he poured on a few
more drops. The foreskin spread the warm, slippery
liquid all the way back to coat my flaring corona,
giving me a pleasant feeling that heightened my
excitement. I took several deep breaths and said:
"Better stop now, or you'll have my load. We'd better
take a little break." Ben released my prick, leaving
the helmet totally bared, and said:
"Okay, Jack, but it's hard to keep my hands off your
handsome dick. It looks nice when soft, but even
better now that you're hard. That straight shaft, and
the big vein on the right, are real eye candy for me."
"Yours is very attractive too. Your shaft is straight,
and you've got two veins showing on top. I really like
the head, though. That makes your penis look
sculpted."
"My penis was sculpted, literally," Ben laughed.
"That's why my foreskin's so short. My father's is
long and nippled, like yours, and I think I would have
had one like tha
t if it hadn't been cut." Ben's foreskin was drawn
back behind his attractive bell shaped head. I reached
out to tickle the hairs on his scrotum.
"That won't make you come, will it?" I pressed my
fingertips into his sac, feeling the oval eggs moving
under my touch.
"No, I can stay hard for a long time this way without
worrying that I'll shoot." Our pricks were facing each
other, angled upward, leaving our balls free to each
other's touch. Ben's fingers now tickled the hairs on
my sac.
"That feels good for me too," I said. His fingers
began tugging gently on my sac, stretching the skin
and its many nerve endings. His other hand caressed
the insides of my thighs.
"How do you want to get off?" he asked. "Do you like
oral, a hand job, or what?" I traced around the base
of his shaft with a fingertip before answering.
"I like them both, but really prefer a hand job. It
gives me a thrill to feel a guy's fingers wrapped
around my prick. I think you can do more with your
fingers than with your mouth. That's only my opinion,
though. What do you like?"
"I'm with you. I think a good hand job is best for me,
if the guy knows what he's doing. You really know how
to handle my prick, and it's gotten me really hot."
"I know what you mean, Ben. Some guys are too rough,
and that's not as exciting as a delicate touch. The
way you've done it got me very excited, as you can
see."
"You're still very excited, Jack. Your big tip looks
hot and hard." He circled my exposed corona with a
fingertip, slowly and delicately, tracing its outline
down to the underside, where his finger dipped into
the triangular groove between the two lobes.
"Ahhhh, that feels nice, when you touch my hot spot."
I touched the tip of his bell, spreading the flowing
lubricant around the orifice.
"You know just what to do, Jack. You could probably
work on my tip all day without making me come."
"I want to make you come eventually, Ben. I really
want to hold your shaft with one hand and massage your
bell end with the fingers of my other hand so that I
can feel your cock throbbing when you shoot."
"It'll feel best for me if you stroke my skin up over
my rim while you work your fingers over the front of
the head. How do you want me to do you to make you
come?"
"Take long strokes with my foreskin, all the way
forward and all the way back. Then, when you see that
I'm close, pull the skin tight back. That stretches
the nerve endings and leaves the head bare for you to
run your fingers over it."
"I know I'll enjoy doing that to you. I'll be able to
see and feel your tip shoot. My fingers will be right
on the head and I'll feel every throb." 
"Want me to pull your skin back hard when you're on
the edge? You might enjoy having the nerve endings in
your skin stretched." I clasped his shaft about
mid-way and pulled back on his skin to demonstrate.
"Oh, yeah, Jack, that feels very nice. If you stroke
the skin over the rim, then pull it back hard when I'm
ready to shoot, that'll give me a hot thrill." Ben had
grasped my prick while he'd been speaking, and tugged
my skin back hard, stretching the nerve endings and
exposing the deep groove behind the rim. 
"Your foreskin's thicker than mine," he said. "It
really bunches up behind the head." Now his fingers
caressed the helmet, slowly working around the
contours.
"That feels terrific, Ben. I like the skin stretched
back when I come."
"You've got such a beautiful helmet, Jack. Just
touching it really excites me."
"It's exciting me, too, what you're doing to it. I
wanted to hold off for a long while, but not you've
got me so hot I really need to come."
"I sensed that, Jack. Your tip's turned darker purple,
and I can see the rim's expanded even more. The
surface feels harder under my fingers, too. If I keep
this up, you'll shoot in less than a minute."
"I think you're right. How are you doing?" I was
working his foreskin up and over his ridge,
compressing and caressing his nerve endings, and I
wondered if he was also ready to come.
"I want to make you come first, Jack. That way I can
watch and feel the whole thing. If we come together it
won't be as good because my eyes usually close when I
come. I know they'll close this time, because it'll be
so hot."
"Okay. My eyes close too. I want them wide open when
you shoot, so I don't miss the show."
"Then just lie down, Jack. I'll make you come first.
You can keep stroking me the way you're doing. If you
go slow, you won't make me come." I disentangled my
legs from him and lay flat on my back.
"That's good, Ben. I want to hold your cock while you
stroke mine. Just touching your hard prick excites
me."
"I'm glad touching it excites you, Jack. Now I'm going
to pour more lube on your head. You're getting kind of
dry there." I felt the warming liquid bathing my glans
as Ben stroked my foreskin its entire length to spread
it. Now it was very wet, the slipperiness reducing the
friction and masking the sensations, so that I would
be able to relax and hold off longer.

"That's it, Ben. That feels really good. That extra
lube will let me last longer." His warm fingers gently
stroked my long hood to the end, then drew it back
behind the rim.
"Do you relax or tighten up when you're close?
"I try to relax as much as possible," I replied. "I
try to let the orgasm come to me."
"How does it feel when you're about to come?" I knew
Ben was asking because my description of the
sensations would excite him more.
"I get a feeling of needing to pee. Then the head
starts tingling, and I'm gone."
"It's like that for me, too. I think we're a lot
alike." His fingers kept working my long hood up and
down the head, caressing the many nerve endings, and I
felt that my cock was totally engorged, almost ready
to burst. 
"That's doing it," I said.
"Just relax and try to hold on. Let me do the work."
As he spoke, my fingers continued to caress his cock,
working his skin over the flaring rim.
"I will... I feel my bladder's so full..." My voice
trailed off as my sensations mounted. I was staying
totally relaxed, but now the feeling of fullness in my
bladder made me aware of a need to urinate.
"That's just fine, Jack. Just let it happen. You know
you won't pee, with your cock so hard. Just relax your
muscles and let me bring you over the edge." Now I
felt a deep ache in my helmet, an urgent need for
orgasm, as he continued to manipulate my foreskin in
long slow strokes. 
"Ooooohhhh..." I moaned as the sensations built in my
cock-head.
"You're very close, Jack. I can feel it in my
fingers." Now the head of my cock began tingling, and
my eyes closed. My awareness of my surroundings dimmed
as the intense sensations forced my attention to focus
on my cock. I felt my foreskin sliding back off the
head again, but this time Ben held it back, stretching
it towards the base of my shaft as his fingers began
dancing on my turgid glans.
"You're on the edge," I heard him say in the distance.
"When you start coming, I'm going to put my mouth
close to catch the jets." His words heightened my
excitement, and I felt his fingers massaging the head,
sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into
my prick. I felt my crotch muscles tighten and
suddenly there was an explosion of sensation as a hard
contraction sent the first jet burning its way up my
penis.
I cried out helplessly as my cock throbbed and spit
its first load. My tip was tingling, my cock-root was
in spasm, and another gush poured into my tube. I was
moaning, gasping, and heaving as my body responded to
the delicious stimulation by spitting out more jets.
My hips bucked and I writhed on the bed as Ben
skillfully drew the orgasm from my tortured body. My
entire being was pouring out through my cock and
swollen tip, draining me, and I tumbled in the
free-fall of orgasm.
Now my tip was suddenly super-sensitive, and I cried
out again. Ben must have sensed what was happening
because he stopped stroking my helmet, just keeping my
straining foreskin back as the last of my cream poured
from my orifice. It was finally over, and I began to
relax.
"That was quite a spectacle," I heard him say. I was
coming back to reality, and opened my eyes to see him
smiling down at me. "You really came hard," he
continued. Your tip was so purple, really dark, and I
felt every throb in my fingertips."
"It felt so hot shooting through my prick, like hot
lava or molten lead. Did you get to swallow my cream?"
"Yes, I caught every jet. I just opened my mouth and
your spurted right into it. I could even see your
teardrop hole become round with every stream. I could
even tell when your tip became too sensitive. That
happens to me too when I come." I felt him pull my
foreskin forward to cover the head. "There. That will
catch the last drops," he said. I propped myself up on
my elbow and realized that during my orgasm I'd let go
of Ben's dick. I fought off the dazed feeling that was
beginning to creep over me.
"Now you lie down and I'll make you come. You must
really need it now, after this."
"You're right," he said as he lay on his back. "I
almost came watching and feeling you." I sat up and
clasped his hardness, slowly moving the skin over his
congested rim.
"You could use a little lube, just to warm you up." I
dribbled a few drops onto the head and worked it in
with my fingertips. As I pulled his skin back, my
fingers spread the Astro over his rim as well.
"That does feel warm. It's all over the head." I
continued my dual action, pulling his foreskin over
his rim while stroking the front of the bell with my
fingertips, then moving down to caress his rim as I
pulled the skin back.
"Your tip's so wet and glossy, Ben. It must be really
sensitive. Now you just relax, and I'll bring you to
orgasm," I said eagerly. I wanted badly to see and
feel him shoot, and I knew that he'd be helpless in my
hands in a few seconds.
"Oooohhhh, my tip's already tingling. I'm trying to
relax but my bladder's so full..." I knew his crotch
muscles were tightening despite his best efforts, and
when I saw his eyes close I knew I had him. His cream
would spurt within seconds. 
"Your tip's turned dark purple. You're right there,
and the big bell's very sensitive. Now I'll make your
hot sperm shoot." I skinned him back fully and twisted
my fingers around the long bell-shaped head, yanking
his skin back hard to give him an extra jolt of
sensation. The surface of his glans had lost its
sponginess, and was rock-hard. His cock jumped in my
hand as he let out a cry, and I opened my mouth just
in time to catch the first heavy stream. 
I was holding his foreskin back hard and twirling my
fingers around the slippery, sensitive head to provoke
another spasm, and the oval hole became perfectly
round as another hot jet slammed through the lips to
hit the back of my throat. I knew Ben was lost in the
blissful agony of orgasm as I worked on his gushing
glans, and another hot stream landed on my tongue. His
cries filled the air, and his hips bucked as another
rope of cream poured from his orifice. Now I lowered
my head to engulf his glans, feeling it throb against
my tongue as another gush came out. I scraped my teeth
lightly down the top of his bell-end to sharpen his
sensations and heard him cry out in surprise and
delight as yet another jet hurtled down my throat.
Now I knew he'd reached the point where his glans had
become hyper-sensitive, and I removed my mouth,
watching the last weak gushes dribble from the hole at
the end of his purple bell. I saw him relax as his
erection softened, and knew he was slipping into the
daze that follows orgasm. He lay there a long time,
his breathing slowing, and his heartbeat returning to
normal. I picked up a wad of Kleenex and dabbed at the
tip of his cock, wiping away the residual cream and
lube. As his prick began to shrink, I pulled the skin
forward to cover the rim.
Now he opened his eyes. I smiled down at him.
"You really had a hot one. You throbbed and shot and
moaned, and I saw it all." 
"You made it really intense for me. I was so excited
my cream felt burning hot, just like yours. Now I
think I really need to pee," he said, and I realized
that there was an almost painful pressure in my
bladder that urgently needed relief. I grasped his
hand to help him up and we went into the bathroom,
holding on to each other. His left arm was around my
waist while his right hand was holding his shrinking
prick tightly. I pushed him over to the sink and we
stood side by side, dreamily relaxing our sphincters
to let our yellow streams flow unimpeded. As my thick
gush began to pour from my nipple, Ben's fingers
pinched the end shut and my hot piss swirled around my
glans.
"I like to make a long foreskin balloon," he
explained. My hood swelled, and I saw his thick stream
flowing freely from the blunt nose of his bell-shaped
tip, as his foreskin came only halfway down the glans.
Ben released my foreskin's nipple and a heavy gush
poured uncontrollably from it, spraying the sides of
the sink.
"Don't worry," he said. "I know that holding your
foreskin pinched too long can be really uncomfortable.
I want you to enjoy pissing with me." It seemed to
take forever, as we'd been really full, but finally
our streams dwindled to trickles, then single drops.
We stepped into the shower, where we soaped each other
and milked each other's cocks down to expel all the
residue. 
"You can guess that my piss stream was hot," I
remarked. "I'm sure yours was too." Ben nodded, and
peeled my foreskin back to rinse the helmet. As he
replaced my hood in its forward position, I skinned
his back to let the hot water sluice over his glans,
then pulled it forward as far as it would go. I turned
off the water and as we were lovingly drying each
other's bodies, Ben spoke again:
"Your foreskin's one of the longest I've seen. Think
it might be long enough to dock me? I know I'd enjoy
being docked."
"Well, my foreskin's more than long enough to cover my
head, even when it's swollen, but stretching enough to
cover yours might not be possible. You've got a long
glans, longer than mine, and my skin might not stretch
enough."
"We could try tomorrow morning," he said. "I think our
batteries will be recharged enough to let us have
intense climaxes."
"One thing we could try is docking you with my penis
soft."
"I bet it wouldn't stay soft for long," he challenged.
"Yes it would, if you gave me my orgasm first. Then it
would stay soft for a long enough time for me to get
you off with my foreskin."
"Good idea," he said. I can't wait to try it." We did.

The end