Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2005 08:21:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: How Shower, Adult Friends, 1/2

Hot Shower
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Randy had been working for me for several months, and
we had always gotten along well. Since he'd joined my
department, I'd had him over for drinks and dinner
several times, and we'd learned a lot about each
other. Randy was 30, the same age as I, divorced as I
was, and had a warm personality. He was a bit shorter
than my 6'2", stocky, blue-eyes and blond, in contrast
to my brown-haired, brown-eyed look.
This afternoon was hot and steamy, and as we left the
office he suggested I come with him to his place, only
a few blocks away, and stay overnight, to save me the
long commute in the morning. Once inside his
apartment, he told me he intended to take a shower, as
he felt absolutely grimy. 
"My shower's big enough for two," he said. "Might as
well join me, instead of waiting." In his bedroom, we
undressed, staring furtively at each other's crotches.
"Not many guys like us these days," he said, eyeing my
crotch. I knew immediately what he meant, as our
cock-heads were covered by long thick foreskins. 
"Yeah," I replied. "We were both lucky not getting
cut." 
"Yeah, I really enjoy my foreskin," I said. "It's
terrific for jacking off."
"I think we're both horny," he said. "I'm already half
hard. Maybe I'll get to watch you jack that foreskin."
I saw that Randy's prick had begun to swell, the head
making a big bulge in the smooth skin covering.
Randy's fingers extended to trace the outline of my
glans through the thick hood, and I felt a tingle in
the rim, as his finger passed over it. "You've got a
big head like mine," he said. We both had big-headed,
heavy-ended pricks that swung from side to side when
we moved.
"Maybe I'll get to watch you too," I said. In the
shower, Randy immediately skinned back, letting the
hot water sluice over his exposed purple helmet. I did
the same, feeling the delicious heat of the stream
bathing my tip, which was remarkably like his. The hot
water made me want to pee.
"Mind if I pee while we're in here?" I asked.
"Nah, go ahead. I've gotta go too," he answered as he
pulled his foreskin fully forward and pinched the end
shut. I did the same.
"When I get the urge to pee in the shower, I always
pinch my foreskin shut and watch it balloon out," I
said. 
"I do the same," he said as his foreskin began to
bulge under the pressure of his stream. A moment
later, I let go and we watched avidly as our hoods
ballooned, until his skin stretched so much that it
became uncomfortable and he let go. We watched the
thick yellow gush pour from the end of his foreskin,
falling to the drain below. Now I had to let go as
well, and our streams fell to the floor of the shower
as they mixed and swirled down the drain.
We milked the last drops from our pricks, the heads
beginning to swell as we skinned back and forth
several times to get rid of the residual drops. We
skinned back completely to reveal our cockheads,
comparing them avidly and noting that we both had high
flaring coronas. Our big purple helmets were smooth
and shiny, glistening wetly in the soft light, and the
lips of our slits pouted. Mine formed a teardrop
shaped orifice, while Randy's gaped invitingly.
"Guess we're both really horny," he commented as our
cocks swelled to full hardness. He moved closer to me,
pressing his swollen tip against my swollen tip, and
the sensation was like a mild electric shock as his
warm flesh touched mine. I felt his hardness throbbing
against the most sensitive part of my prick, and this
aroused me even more.
"That really feels good, when your tip touches mine.
We both need relief," I said. I steadied my prick
against his and rolled my foreskin forward to engulf
his shining glans, hearing him sigh with satisfaction
as my long foreskin slid sensually along the contours
of his beautiful cockhead.
"Just my opinion," he said, "but I think the head's
the most beautiful part of a man's prick. Seeing yours
swollen like mine really turns me on, and feeling your
skin over mine is really heaven. I'm glad your
foreskin's long enough to cover my tip." I felt our
tips slide enticingly against each other as our
orifices seeped lubricant. 
"I want to see yours again," I said as I pulled away
from him, watching his big purple fireman's helmet
slip from under my tightly stretched hood. The warm
water sprayed over us, dripping from the ends of our
swollen cocks. I ran my wet fingertips lightly over
the compound curves of his glans, noting his reaction.
Randy sighed deeply, and reached for my cock. His
fingers gently slid my foreskin back from the swollen
tip, baring it to his gaze and touch.
"I like the way yours feels, smooth and big," he said.
His fingertips traced the outline of my swollen ridge,
running down the sides to the hot spot under the head.
His thumb pressed against the top of my ridge, while
his index finger probed the deep triangular groove
under the head. My cock-root throbbed in response.
"Mine's very sensitive, like yours," I sighed as the
sensations ran through my straining prick. "You know
just how to touch me, and it feels better than when I
touch myself."
"You really know how to do me," he said as my fingers
caressed the bulbous purple end of his cock. I felt
his other hand cup my balls, fingertips pressing into
the tender flesh behind them.
"Yours are real low-hangers," I said as I cupped his
balls, kneading them gently and pressing my fingertips
behind them.
"You sac is tight, but your balls are about the size
of mine," he replied. "Maybe now's the time to dry off
and finish this inside." I nodded and he shut off the
water. We dried ourselves, but Randy took his towel
and began drying my prick, rolling the foreskin all
the way back to dab at the head, then rolling it
forward fully to dry the outer skin. I did the same
for his, being careful not to rub the tender glans too
hard with the rough towel.
We lay side by side on the bed, gently squeezing each
other's swollen tips through the skin and feeling the
answering throbs. Randy's balls drew up against his
body, until his scrotum was as tight as mine.
"I'm really horny, and you're the same way. Want to
jack off, or shall we do each other?" he asked.
"I really want to do you, and feel you do me," I
answered with husky passion in my voice. "I really get
off when I feel a guy's cock throb when I make him
come, and I want to feel yours. Anyway, it feels a lot
better when you do me than when I do myself."
"It feels better for me too. Let's do it, then." Randy
had brought a towel from the bathroom and he now
spread it between us. "Don't want to mess the bed."
His fingers began to slide my thick hood back from the
head until my flaring purple ridge was totally naked,
then slid the hood forward again. I bared his
cock-tip, then eased his foreskin forward again to
cover the precious head. The muscles in his legs
tightened, and his body quivered. His fingers
tightened on my prick as he moved my willing foreskin
back and forth, and I felt my body's urgent response
as my cock-root tightened.
"Damn, I feel so hot," I said. "I'm gonna shoot any
moment." His fingers made my prick tingle as they
caressed it, and I felt the tension building up in my
cock-root. 
"Don't hold back," he said. "I want to see your prick
spurt." His fingers continued their maddening caress
along my shaft, dragging the foreskin back, then
pushing it forward over my hard, bulging glans. My
cock-root throbbed in response.
"Any second now," I warned. The tension was almost
unbearable, and my glans engorged even more, aching
for release. I felt my balls tighten hard against my
body, and my eyes closed as the moment approached.
"Yeah, you're really into it now," he said as his
fingers massaged my rock-hard prick. "Just relax and
let it happen. I'll be here for you and I'll make you
come hard." A warning throb filled my cock-root and I
felt a drop of lubricating frluid begin to crawl up my
tube. Now Randy's warm fingers drew my foreskin back
all the way, baring my hot throbbing glans to the cool
air, and suddenly a hot jolt hit my cock-root and I
was on my way. The first gush was like a jet of hot
lava burning its way up my urethra, and I cried out
helplessly as I tumbled into the mind-numbing throes
of orgasm. I felt the urgent tickle as the hot jet
rounded the curve in my urethra at the end of my cock
and shot into the air. My body shuddered
uncontrollably as another thick jet filled my prick to
emerge from my swollen, throbbing tip, and I felt
Randy's finger pull my foreskin all the way forward to
envelop the head as the stream erupted. Now his
fingers pinched the end of my thick hood shut, and the
trapped fluid swirled around my glans.
"Your skin's ballooning out, just like it did when you
peed," he said in the distance as I cried out again,
overwhelmed by the hot sensations. Randy pulled my
foreskin back again to bare my glans as another jet
shot from my tip, but this time he didn't pull the
hood forward again, instead stretching it tightly back
to put tension on its nerve endings. The sudden
stretching sensation made my cock-root throb again,
and yet another hot jet shot through my throbbing
pick.
"Go for it, man," he shouted at me as my prick
throbbed helplessly in his hand. I felt his fist
tighten on my cock, pushing the loose skin forward
again, and my prick responded with another gush,
weaker this time. Hi s strokes slowed, and I think he
understood that my prick was becoming super-sensitive.
My cock-root contracted again, expelling the last full
gush. Weaker throbs took over, and Randy's fingers
encircled my prick without moving as the last drops
oozed from my swollen tip.
"I think that's it," he said as he let my prick flop
down, and I opened my eyes to watch the milky drops
drool from the end of my foreskin onto the towel
between us. I realized that I'd let go of his prick
when my orgasm had overtaken me, and now I grasped it
again.
"I almost came myself, watching you shoot like that."
Randy now lay back on the bed, giving me full access
as he spread his legs, and I cupped his balls again
while my right hand clasped his straining prick. I
didn't bother to wipe the end of my prick, as I knew
we'd be taking another shower right away. I skinned
his prick all the way back, revealing the throbbing
dark purple glans and studying its color. He was light
pink around the gaping slit, and the color changed to
darker purple towards the rear of the head. The back
face of his ridge was very dark, almost black, and I
knew his cockhead was fully engorged, the way mine
gets when I'm about to come. The head became darker
with excitement, exactly the way mine does, and I was
fully aware of what he was feeling because I'd
experienced the same overwhelming sensation a minute
before.
"I can see you're really hot," I said as my fingers
felt the hardness of his swollen glans through the
thick foreskin. Clear drops oozed from his gaping
slit, lubricating his foreskin as I slid it up again,
administering sensations that fueled his excitement. 
"I'm going to do you a little differently," I said as
I peeled his thick hood back off the engorged purple
helmet. "I like to pull it all the way back to stretch
the nerve endings when I get close, then lightly bump
the rim with the skin." I saw that Randy's prick had a
thick gee-string under the head, and as I pulled back
hard on the skin the tension pulled his glans down,
making it dip towards his balls.
"AAHHHHH, shit, that feels so gooood," he said through
clenched teeth as I pulled back hard on his skin,
watching the liberated glans swell even more, free of
the tightness of his hood and the pressure of my
fingers. Now a steady clear stream poured from the
slit, the hot fluid running down the hardness of his
glans and onto my clasping, encircling fingers. I felt
the hot prick throb between my fingers as I slid the
tight fleshy collar up to bump the dark engorged rim.
His hips bucked, and I saw his legs begin to tremble.
"Now you relax, and let me do the work," I encouraged
him as my fingers pulle
d his skin back hard to make the big head dip again
towards his tight scrotum. Randy's eyes closed, and I
knew he was withdrawing into himself as his mind
totally focused on the hot sensations in his prick. I
pressed a fingertip into the underside of his prick to
milk his lubricant forward as I pushed the skin up to
bump his ridge again, watching the clear juice running
from the end and down the sexy contours of his dark
purple helmet.
"Close, close," he muttered as I skinned him back hard
again, making the big helmet dip with the tension of
his gee-string. His face was contorted and as I moved
closer to him I felt the tension in his body as I
built him up toward the edge. Now I pulled the long
foreakin all the way to the end of the swollen helmet,
engulfing it totally, then stripped it back with a
yank to make it dip down again. His prick puled with a
sudden hard throb, and Randy bellowed as the full
force of the orgasm hit him. The first jet shot
straight into the air, and I felt his body straining
against mine as he tumbled into the free-fall of
orgasm. 
Randy's helpless cries of anguished bliss filled the
room as the orgasm overwhelmed him, and his body
shuddered as the second jet erupted, arcing toward his
chest. I felt the hard throbs in his prick as my
fingers squeezed it tightly, pushing the skin forward
to bump his rim again. I pulled back hard to make
another jet shoot from his tortured tip, then pushed
forward, crushing the nerve endings in his rim as I
pulled the skin forward halfway up his glans. Randy
cried out again, and his prick pulsed with the force
of another hot jet that blasted into the air. 
As I yanked his foreskin back again, stretching its
many delicate nerve endings, he moaned loudly as he
shot again. This jet was weaker, and I knew I had to
let up on my stroking because his tip was now becoming
super-sensitive, the way mine had when I'd neared the
end. I kept the skin back, lightly bumping his rim to
provoke another gush, then pulled back to give his
foreskin a good stretch. His naked glans throbbed
again, sending another gush pouring from the gaping
lips of his slit. I pulled back hard again, clearing
the skin from the flaring purple ridge, and watched
his tip ooze another thick creamy load, this time with
mush less force. I jiggled his foreskin without
touching his super-sensitive head, and made him gush
again. 
Now Randy was relaxing, coming down off the orgastic
high, and I heard his breathing slow. I still held on
to his shaft, barely moving the thick fleshy collar,
just enough to provide light sensations that
stimulated his oozing. Now I pressed a finger of my
other hand up the bottom of his hard shaft, milking
his urethra to bring the residue up, watching it
dribble out of his glans.
Randy's prick was beginning to soften as his eyes
opened. He looked at me obviously dazed by the intense
sensations that had wracked his body, and he smiled at
me. I leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the lips,
stifling his words as he tried to say "Thank you."
I let go of his prick, letting it drop onto his
stomach, as I caressed his chest, spreading the cream
over him. Randy turned towards me and hugged me hard,
his arms locking behind my back. I hugged him back,
feeling his heartbeat against my chest.
"Time for another shower," he said weakly. We
disengaged and went into the bathroom. He turned on
the water and we stepped in, our now soft cocks
dangling in front of us. The hot water felt delicious
as it sluiced over our bodies, and we watched the
streams dripping from our pricks. Both our cocks were
still bare headed, fully skinned back, and the water
rinsed the cream and lube from the big purple heads.
Randy reached over to grasp my shaft, pulling the skin
back tightly to let the water rinse the deep groove
behind my glans, and I did the same for him. 
He pulled the thick hood forward over my bulging
glans, and stretched it out to form the nipple that
normally extended in front. 
"You're got a beautiful foreskin," he said as he did
this. I pulled his foreskin over his tip, watching it
form a thick pucker as it enveloped the delicate head
completely. "Mine doesn't retract when I get hard," he
continued. "Yours doesn't either, and it's long enough
to dock my big head too. That really turned me on when
you did that."
"Both our tips bulge, even soft," I said. "If you were
wearing tight clothing to show your shape, Anyone
would think you were circumcised, the way the big head
bulges."
"You too," he replied. "I really like the way both
tips bulge."
"It turned me on to see yours when we skinned back," I
said. "It's really beautiful." I picked up the sponge
and poured liquid soap onto it, to wash his chest
where the sperm had congealed. 
"Go ahead, wash me, but don't put that sponge on my
tip," he said. "It's still too sensitive."
"Mine too. I think both our tips are clean, anyway. We
rinsed them off good just now." I felt a familiar urge
deep inside.
"Hey, Randy, I've got to pee again." Randy's fingers
pinched the end of my hood, clamping it tightly enough
to prevent the stream from emerging. I let go, and we
both watched my hood swell under the pressure. Randy
knew exactly when it was becoming uncomfortable, and
he let go at that moment. We watched my stream
dropping to the drain, swrling around it before
flowing down into the pipe.
"Now you do me," he said. "I've gotta pee too." I
gasped the end of his hood, pinching it shut the way
he had mine, and I saw it begin to swell. I felt the
skin stretching between my fingers as it filled with
his fluid, and at the right moment, I released it. We
watched his yellow stream go down the drain. 
"Now we've got to rinse the heads off again," he said
as his stream stopped. Randy's fingers grasped my limp
prick, stabilizing it, while the fingers of his other
head dexterously peeled back my foreskin.
"I really enjoy looking at your tip," he said, turning
my prick over to study the underside of my glans. "The
deep groove where the two sides of your rim meet is
just like mine." I dropped the sponge and skinned him
back, baring the precious head and turning it over.
"Yeh, but yours has a thick tight gee-string," I
replied. "Every time I skinned you back hard, I saw
the gee-string make your head dip." 
"Yeah, mine is tight. It feels real good when you pull
it back hard that way."
"I enjoyed doing that to you. It was really sexy the
way the head dipped while the juice shot from it."
"I really like the way your skin's extra long. It
covers your head when hard and even stretches enough
to cover mine. Maybe we can dock tomorrow morning,
before we go to work." And we did!

The End