Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 13:51:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris' Friend Ben, Part 2, Adult Friends

Chris' Friend Ben, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Next morning I was coming out of the bathroom when I
saw Ben open his eyes. We'd enjoyed hot sex the
previous day, and our orgasms had left us drained in
more ways than one, which is why we'd slept like the
dead.
"Your turn," I said as I walked naked across the
bedroom. "By the time you're finished in there, I'll
have coffee ready in the kitchen." I continued to the
kitchen, where I set up a pot of coffee. My coffee
maker is rated at 12 cups, but that's true only if
you're serving demi-tasse. In reality, I can get only
about eight full-size cups out of it.
"Damn! That coffee smells good!" said Ben as he walked
in a few minutes later. His heavy-ended dick swung in
front of his as he walked, giving me a view of his
bell-shaped glans, half covered with foreskin. The
doctor had removed only the tight ring at the tip of
his hood when he'd been born, he'd told me yesterday,
leaving him with a partial circumcision. This was one
reason he was attracted to my long thick hood, which
formed a nipple in front of my big helmet. Ben's
low-hangers spread out on the seat of the chair as he
sat next to me. I poured him a cup and he stirred in
sugar.
"This morning we dock, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, and it'll be quite an experience," I replied.
"Even with my long foreskin, I don't think I can
stretch it to fit over your whole head, not if I'm
hard, at least."
"I know. You've got a really long foreskin, but we
both have big heads."
"They're both big, and I think yours is even longer
than my helmet." Ben had a bell-shaped head, beginning
with a round front dome just like mine, but at the
rear his was different. Mine had a sexy upturn at the
rim that flared along the top of my head, but his
flare continued all the way down the sides. My rim
swept sharply forward on both sides, but his came
almost straight down to meet underneath, giving his
glans a bell-like shape, distinctly different from my
helmet. His slit pouted to form an oval when his glans
swelled, unlike my teardrop shaped orifice.
We were both in our early 40s, both about six feet,
and we both had slim builds. We both had brown hair
and eyes, but Ben had full lips and a beautiful smile
that I found very attractive.
"You make strong coffee," he said as he sipped. "It'll
give me a good case of coffee nerves." Our mutual
friend Chris had turned us on to drinking lots of
coffee before sex. The caffeine provided extra
stimulation by keying up our nervous systems, and the
liquid filled our bladders to heighten the tension.
I'd already drunk a cup when Ben had sat down, and I
was already feeling its effects because my cock was
beginning to swell.
"I'll have to come first," I told him. "That way my
cock will be sure to stay soft when I slip my foreskin
over your bell head. If we tried that now, my cock
would get hard immediately and there wouldn't be
enough room inside my hood for all of you."
"I'll make you come," he said. "I'm going to try
something special with your prick today. I'll give you
a combination blow job and hand job that'll make you
blast off even more than you did yesterday." Ben's
prick was responding both to the coffee and the sex
talk, becoming swollen and with a drop of clear liquid
parting the lips of his front slit. I touched the wet
spot with my fingertip and brought it to my mouth.
"Tastes good," I said. "I'm glad you produce so much
lube. I hardly have any."
"That lube will be very convenient for both of us. I
think we'll need a lot for your foreskin and my tip
when we dock." His sac was starting to contract. My
balls were naturally tight all the time.
"That feels good," I said as Ben began rolling the
long nipple of my foreskin between two fingers. He
knew what I enjoyed, and was an expert in handling a
foreskin.
"I love touching your cock, Jack. I like the way it
looks, the way it feels, and I enjoy making it swell.
I'm into cocks, you know, but yours is a real turn-on
for me because of your long foreskin." I wiped another
drop of lube from the front of his bell, again tasting
it.
"You're really excited, Ben, and I've hardly touched
you." His cock was fully hard and his balls were
almost completely contracted against his body. I saw
that the front part of his glans, permanently exposed
because of his cut-back foreskin, was dry and pink,
while the rear, especially the flaring corona, was
glossy and purple.
"Be careful how you touch me, Jack. You're the one who
has to come first. If you take my load, we'll miss out
on the docking." His fingers delicately began peeling
my long foreskin back along my helmet, spreading the
tight end to a dime-sized hole that revealed my
meatus. My hole pouted to a teardrop shape when the
head swelled, while his became an oval.
"I don't think you'll have any problem making me
come," I said. Ben had pulled my foreskin fully
forward, stretching it out away from my body, and how
he pushed it back a bit farther along the head so that
the opening was about the size of a quarter. His touch
produced a mild tingle in my tip.
"I know exactly what turns you on, Jack. You enjoy
having your skin pulled back in stages, so that it
stretches the nerve endings as it slides over the
head."
"That's it exactly. You're doing a terrific job of
turning me on." We were still drinking coffee, and the
carafe was almost empty. I felt a sensation of
fullness in my bladder, and this added to the
excitement that Ben's fingers were producing.
"You're turning me on, just by letting me touch your
prick. You know what that does to me." Ben had again
pulled my hood forward and now was pushing it back
almost to the rim of my glans. The tightness of my
foreskin added to my sensations, producing a delicious
friction in the sensitive head.
"Let's drink up and go into the bedroom," I urged.
"I'm really hot now." I up-ended my cup and watched
Ben finish his coffee.
We lay side by side on my king-size bed, Ben still
caressing my cock. He pushed me flat on my back and
crouched over me, stripping my foreskin all the way
back to bare the flaring rim. Slowly he worked my
foreskin in long strokes over my helmet, letting me
feel the smooth sliding action. I watched another
large drop of lube emerge from the oval hole at the
end of his glans.
"You'll be dripping all over the sheet," I said.
"Better get right on top of me so that your cock's in
my face and I can lick it off." He moved to straddle
my head, and his pinkish-purple bell dangled above my
lips, the short foreskin long since retracted to form
a thin collar behind his rim. I lapped at the oval
orifice, tasting his salty juices as he continued to
stimulate my cock.
"I'm going to work your foreskin up and down, and on
the down stroke I'll wrap my lips around your
beautiful helmet," he said as he began working my
prick in earnest. I felt him pull my foreskin up to
cover the head completely, and when he pushed it down
his lips immediately encircled the front of my glans
and followed the retreating foreskin.
"That feels wonderful," I said as I felt the surge of
sensations. His lips moved up as he pulled my foreskin
forward over the glans to follow them, his saliva
lubricating the smooth surface. Now he paused to
speak:
"I love the sexy aroma of your foreskin, the smooth
tasty helmet, the stretchy foreskin. I hope I don't
get too excited doing this. I'd hate to come too
soon." His fingers pushed my hood down again, and I
felt his warm lips following. Now he had my foreskin
pulled tightly back behind my rim, and his lips
encircled my corona while his tongue-tip tickled my
slit. He cupped my balls with his other hand as he
began the upward cycle again.
"I love the taste of your pre-come," I said as I
lapped at his seeping oval hole. "It's delicious
because it's you." I remembered swallowing his jets of
hot cream the day before, and the memory stirred my
excitement even more. Now I felt his fingers tighten
slightly around my foreskin as he stepped up the pace.
I felt the foreskin slide down the head and snap into
the deep groove behind the rim as his lips and tongue
worked their magic on my sensitive nerve endings. Now
the thick foreskin collar bumped against my rim,
compressing it and sliding up my glans as his lips
withdrew. His mounting excitement was evident in the
flow of lube from his tip, which had increased to a
steady stream.
He snapped my hood back, following it with his lips
and tongue, which caressed the broad upper surface of
my glans. Now, when he pulled my foreskin up, I felt a
light scrape along my helmet as his teeth touched it,
and this sent an electric shock through my penis. I
lapped avidly at his oval orifice, feeling his lube
slippery on my tongue and palate as I swallowed it.
"You're really doing something to me," I whispered as
I felt my cock engorging still more, the final stage
before orgasm. My shaft felt hard, straining against
his tightly encircling fingers, and my glans was so
swollen it felt as if it was about to burst. Ben
yanked my tight foreskin down hard, sending an
electric thrill through the stretching nerve endings,
and his lips, tongue, and teeth sent hot sparks of
sensation stabbing deeply into my glans. The tension
in my bladder made it impossible for me to relax, and
I felt helpless in his hands as he pushed me
relentlessly towards the edge.
Now he moved his lips up to make room for my
foreskin's advance, and he pulled it up hard to engulf
the tip completely, pausing for an instant before
stripping it down again. I felt a tickling sensation
in the rim as the skin snapped back over it, and when
he pulled upward on my hood the tickle changed to a
hot tingle that filled me glans. I began moaning
mindlessly as my eyes closed, because now my attention
was totally focused on my prick. I was aware of the
deep ache in my glans, yearning for the release of
orgasm, as I withdrew into myself to await the
explosion.
Now Ben yanked my foreskin down harder than before,
sending a shock through my entire penis, right down to
the root. His teeth scraped my nerve endings,
triggering my climax, and my cock-root contracted. I
cried out as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep
inside me, and the first hot jet burned its way up my
tube into his mouth.
I was in free-fall, overwhelmed by the blissful agony
of my orgasm, feeling his teeth scraping my tortured
glans and forcing more boiling jets from my cock-root,
as his fist pounded my foreskin up and down. My prick
throbbed in ecstasy as more jets pumped from my
helmet. I heard myself crying out in the distance,
enraptured by the intense sensations as torrents of
sperm gushed from my throbbing prick.
My tip suddenly became super-sensitive and I yelped.
Ben stopped pumping my prick, letting my orgasm run by
itself. My pulses became weaker, and the hit surges in
my urethra relented as I drained myself. At last, the
hot surges of semen became a slow flow, and I began to
relax, dazed by the firestorm of sensations that had
consumed me.
Later, I opened my eyes to see his beautiful smile as
he looked down at me. He was sitting next to my supine
body, enjoying the sight.
"I felt your penis throbbing in my mouth," he said.
"Your jets were spewing against the back of my
throat." I became aware of the salty wetness on my
mouth and face, and realized his big bell-shaped head
must have drooled all over me while I was in the
throes of orgasm. I licked my lips, then wiped my
fingers over my face and licked the salty residue. I
saw his rigid cock between his thighs, the bared head
purple and glistening wetly. I reached for it and he
moved away quickly.
"No, not yet. If you touched me now I'd explode. I'm
so worked up from making your come I couldn't control
myself. We'd better take a break." I became aware of
the acute pressure in my bladder, and Ben sensed this
because his next words were"
"Do you have to pee? Now that you're losing your
erection the urge must be pretty powerful."
"Yeah, I do," I replied weakly. Ben grasped my hand as
he stood up.
"Let me help you. We'll get you drained before you
start working on me. Anyway, your erection has to be
gone completely, and draining your bladder will
relieve the last of the tension." I stood up with him
and staggered to the bathroom. Ben guided me to the
sink, and I stood in front of it with my half-hard
prick dangling into the cold bowl.
"A little hot water will work wonders," he said as he
adjusted the taps. Now he cupped his hand and poured
some warm water over my naked helmet, producing a
surge of sensation that shot down to the root of my
cock, and I felt my sphincter begin to relax. A
trickle of hot fluid filled my urethra, dripping from
my slit, and we watched as it increased in volume. My
bladder still felt as if it was ready to burst, but
the sensation became less acute as the yellow stream
burned my urethra and poured from my slit. Looking
down, I saw Ben's hard cock next to my right hip, but
the head didn't seem to be as swollen and
tightly-drawn as before.
"Does it feel like it's burning?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's a real hot piss," I answered. "It feels
just as hot as when I was coming." I felt the tension
leave my body as my bladder drained, and I enjoyed the
streaming sensation the hot flow `produced in my
urethra.
"Your penis is really shrinking now," he observed.
"Your foreskin's a bit red from handling, but
stretching it over your big helmet made it nice and
loose."
"Better to fit over your head, Ben." The heavy stream
had slowed to a think trickle, and I felt Ben's
fingertip under my balls, probing for my urethra.
"Now I'll milk it down for you. That hot wash flushed
all of the cream from your urethra, and I'll get the
residue." His fingertip pressed along the underside of
my shaft, forcing the last drops out of my hole, which
had shrunken down to a slit. Ben finished by pulling
my foreskin forward to encase the head once more.
"I know you've got enough lube to do the job," I said,
"but let me put some Astroglide on your glans. You
said yesterday you found the warm feeling pleasant."
"Good idea," Ben replied. "Pour some inside your hood,
too." We went back into the bedroom and I poured the
warming liquid on his bell-shaped glans, then as he
held my foreskin open to form a cup, dribbled a few
drops into it. Ben stroked my foreskin back and forth
a couple of times to spread the slippery lubricant,
and we lay on the bed facing each other, Ben holding
my foreskin next to his swollen glans.
"Okay, now stretch it out and pull it over your tip,"
I urged. His fingers again grasped the edges of my
foreskin, widening the opening, and he thrust his cock
forward to slip the end of his turgid tip into it. The
first effort brought my hood to cover half his glans,
and I pushed myself forward slightly to help him,
feeling his hard round dome pressing against my
spongy, shrunken head.
"Now for a little more traction," he said as he
continued to pull my foreskin over his head. I felt
the nerve endings in my foreskin stretching pleasantly
as he continued to pull it over his hard swollen head.
His short foreskin was drawn tightly back, having
retracted when he'd become erect at the start of our
sex play, and it lay behind his flaring ridge in a
tight collar.
His hard front dome pressed deeper into my foreskin,
compressing my flaccid glans, as he stretched my
foreskin right to his corona. I made a ring of my
thumb and forefinger around my foreskin to clamp it in
place over his rim.
"Let me do it," I suggested, and he removed his
fingers as I pushed my foreskin forward to that the
lip edged over the flare of his rim, sealing tightly
against his retracted hood.
"We made it!" he exclaimed joyfully, and the fire in
his eyes told me that the psychic stimulation of
knowing his entire head was inside my foreskin excited
him as much as the physical sensations. I made a fist
and began twisting my foreskin over his swollen bell.
There wasn't enough length for back and forth motion,
and I knew the side to side stroking would inflame the
nerve endings in his glans even more than
back-and-forth friction.
I felt his tip throb against mine as his excitement
mounted. The throbs felt delicious, and I knew that if
I hadn't just experienced the hot shocks of orgasm, my
bulky helmet would have begun swelling. I cupped his
tight sac, gently kneading the orbs between my
fingers. His eyes bored into mine, reflecting his
level of arousal, and soon they became glazed as he
was caught up in the compelling sensations. His hips
bucked slightly, and I spoke:
"Just relax, Ben, and let me do the work. You gave me
a really hot come, and now I want to do the same for
you. The longer you hold out, the more intense orgasm
will be for you." I kept up the rotating motion of my
foreskin, feeling his bell-shaped glans harden even
more under the insistent stimulation. I felt every
sexy contour of his bell through my thick foreskin, my
fingers lovingly palpating his sensitive surfaces. The
sexy flare of his rim became more prominent, and his
breathing deepened.
"I didn't pee with you," he whispered. "My bladder's
so full..." I knew this would limit the time he could
delay his orgasm, although it would heighten his
sensations when he came. I studied his face, watching
the tension build, and saw him move towards me as his
full lips pressed against mine.
"I was really fascinated by your long foreskin, Jack.
Now I love it. It feels so good around my prick, I
feel it's so intimate with you..." he gasped as his
breathing became ragged. He put his arms around me,
holding me close to him, as I continued the maddening
stroking of his most tender parts. Although he was
trying to relax and be still, his body began
quivering.
"Feel my foreskin around your head, Ben. Feel my tip
pressing against yours," I said, knowing my words
would add to his excitement. My foreskin slid over his
turgid tip easily, heavily lubricated by his juices
and the Astroglide, and I knew this would mask the
sensations somewhat by reducing the friction, adding a
few seconds to the time it would take before his glans
exploded helplessly into my foreskin.
"That feels so hot and tingly," he said in a barely
audible whisper. I moved my hand from his sac and to
the base of his penis, where I placed the thumb on top
of the shaft and the index finger pressing into the
urethra underneath. I was constricting his veins,
making his erection even harder, and blocking the flow
of lubricant, building up the pressure in his urethra.
This would cause an explosive sensation when orgasm
began.
My fingers felt his shaft throbbing now, and his glans
pulsed against mine. I saw his eyes close, and knew
he'd be releasing any second. He held me tighter, and
I felt his heart pounding against my chest. Suddenly
he cried out:
HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" and I felt the heavy throb as his
cock-root went into spasm, the pulse traveling up his
shaft right to the swollen head. The shock ran into my
penis as I felt the sudden pressure in his urethra
where I was blocking it. He cried out helplessly at
the unexpected hot sensation, and another spasm went
through him. From base to tip, his cock throbbed hard,
and I released the pressure. I felt a heavy gush of
hot juice spurting against my tip, swirling around my
rim, filling my foreskin, as his discharges erupted
from his tip.
His body was straining against mine as the full fury
of the orgasm hit him. His hips bucked in frenzy as
his cock pumped more fluid into my already distended
foreskin, and I knew that further rotation of my hood
would be useless because he wouldn't feel it. I
stroked the skin of his shaft rapidly, pulling back to
stretch the nerve endings, as I felt the trapped sperm
ooze under the edges of my foreskin.
His agonized moans filled the air as the hot
sensations ripped through him, annihilating his
consciousness as his body reflexively writhed with
each ejaculation. His eyes were tightly shut and his
lips drawn back from his teeth. Thick, viscous juice
boiled up from inside him and poured out against my
helmet, flooding my ballooning foreskin, and I relaxed
my grip to release the fluid. I massaged the thick
juice into his shaft, and as my foreskin slipped back,
caressed his swollen, throbbing rim with my trembling,
encircling fingers.
I was as caught up in the event as he was, except that
I wasn't ejaculating. Now my foreskin had slipped
back, the pressure of his gushes freeing it from his
throbbing head, and most of his glans was bare. I
wrapped my fingers around the head and twisted hard,
the ridges of my fingertips scraping the inflamed
nerve endings. Ben howled loudly and his entire body
convulsed in response.
I let go, knowing that his tip would become
hyper-sensitive any moment, and let him finish his
spasms by himself. I saw that his swollen bell was
dark purple, and was seeping white cream instead of
spewing. His breathing became more regular, and now I
noticed that the sheet under our cocks was soaked in a
mixture of sperm, natural lubrication, and Astroglide.

Gradually his breathing returned to normal, and only a
thin ooze of wetness leaked from his slit. His glans
lost its deep purple flush, and became pinker as it
shrunk. It was still very wet with the thick fluids
coating it, and the foreskin was still locked behind
the rim.
"What hit me?" he said as his eyes opened. "I felt as
if I was just dissolving."
"You had a really hot come," I responded. "You shot so
much juice into my foreskin it almost burst."

"You're a very hot man, Jack. Thanks so much."
"I owed you one, Ben. You really pounded the cream out
of me a few minutes ago."
"That was fun, watching you come. It was a vicarious
thrill for me."
"Same for me when I watched you and felt you come
inside my foreskin." Ben's penis was now limp, and I
wondered how comfortable his full bladder was. He
answered my unspoken question:
"I have to pee, Jack." He got up and I followed him
into the bathroom, holding him around the waist in
case he was not quite steady. I adjusted the water
flow until it was hot but not burning, I cupped my
hand and poured several hands-full over his still
naked glans to stimulate his sphincter, as he had done
for me. A thin stream began to dribble from his slit,
and as he relaxed it became thicker. He smiled broadly
as he felt the flush of relief.
"It feels so hot, Jack. Just like when I was shooting
my cream."
"Okay, Ben, this will clean you out, as it did me.
Just relax and let it happen." I poured more hot water
over his naked tip, making sure that he drained
himself completely. After a minute or so, the stream
thinned, and finally dwindled to a few drops. I milked
his urethra and pulled the remaining foreskin forward
over his now limp penis, to its normal position half
covering the head.
Returning to the bedroom, Ben fished in his suitcase
and pulled out a roll of paper tape. Pulling his
foreskin forward, he pushed with his finger until his
glans was completely inside, then put a piece of tape
across the orifice, effectively closing it and
trapping the head inside.
"I've heard some cut guys are restoring their
foreskins by stretching. Guys cut tighter than me have
gotten full coverage, so I think I've got a real head
start. Maybe someday I'll have a foreskin as long as
yours."
"I've heard of that too. Good luck," I said. "I'd love
to see it in a year or so."

The end of Part 2