Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 07:16:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: How Shower, Part 2, Adult Friends, 2/2

Hot Shower- Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Randy's hot hard glans lay in my palm as I admired it,
big and purple and glossy-wet. We'd jacked each other
the previous evening, and the next morning docked
before going to work. As my foreskin was longer than
his, I accepted his big fireman's helmet inside my
hood, and felt his hard tip throbbing against mine.
Randy's tip may have been more sensitive than mine, or
maybe the excitement of feeling his tip covered by
another guy's foreskin got to him, because he shot
first, with his hot torrents splashing against the
front dome of my glans and swirling around inside my
hood. His hot sperm washing around and behind the rim
of my cock-head triggered my orgasm, and our cries of
agonized joy filled the room. Then we broke apart,
showered together, and drove to work.
After five, we decided to go to his apartment again,
and once inside we headed for the bedroom and
stripped. Barry was my age, 30, shorter than my 6'2",
and of stocky build. His blond hair and blue eyes
contrasted with my brown/brown. We'd learned we were
both divorced, and Bi. Although we intended to begin
dating women again, for the moment we sought relief in
each other. We felt comfortable with each other's
pricks, and enjoyed caressing them until we tumbled
into hot orgasms. This time, we didn't take showers
because the day had been cool, and we began playing at
once.
"Let me do you first," I urged, and Randy sat on the
edge of the bed, legs spread, while I admired his
crotch. His balls were average sized, like mine, but
enclosed in a long loose pouch, classic low-hangers,
unlike my tight scrotum. His penis was about the same
size as mine, less than four inches soft, but both
cocks had big bulges at their ends, under the smooth
skin coverings. When we'd been born, in 1938, about 50
percent of boys lost their foreskins at birth, but
we'd been among the lucky half and our precious heads
remained protected and sensitive.
Randy's foreskin was a bit shorter than mine, which
formed a long nipple at the end of my cock. His
covered the head completely, ending in a thick
rosebud. When our cocks swelled to their full six
inches, mine still covered the glans, forming a thick
fleshy pucker at the end. Randy's skin stretched with
erection, but the tight pucker at the end of his hood
kept the skin cover over the head. Both foreskins slid
back to reveal our big purple fireman's helmets.
We both had big tips that bulged through the covering
skin, giving our cocks a heavy-ended look. This was
why our cocks swung as we moved, like hooded cobras
seeking their prey. The outline of his glans,
especially the prominent and well defined ridge, was
clearly visible through its fleshy wrapper.
"I like the way your big tip shows through the skin,"
I said. "Looks real sexy, even when soft."
"I'm glad I'm not cut. That skin keeps the head
sensitive, and the skin's fun to play with," he said.
"Me too," I said. "I know how much fun you can have
with foreskin, and now I'm going to show you how, as
if you didn't know."
Sitting between Randy's legs, I cupped his balls with
my left hand, fingers pressing lightly into the tender
flesh behind them. The fingers of my right hand closed
over the end of his cock, gently squeezing the big
head through the thick skin. I wanted to bring him
from fully soft to full erection, to feel his cock's
insistent swelling as it filled with blood. I felt his
cock-root throb in response with each squeeze, and saw
his cock engorging.
"Let's go slow this time," he urged. It was wonderful
before, but this time I'd like to make it last." I
kept squeezing his engorging glans, feeling it harden
through the skin.
"Me too," I replied. "I know a long build-up gives me
a more intense orgasm. Probably does the same for
you." I felt my cock swelling between my legs.
"It does, and I want to feel your fingers playing with
it a long time before I blast off."
"Okay, but don't touch my cock. It's rock hard just
from playing with you. I'm getting all hot and
bothered just playing with yours, and if you touch
mine I might come before I'm ready." Now my cock was
fully hard, the skin stretched slightly to keep the
glans covered, with a thick pucker at the end.
"I won't touch it, then. I don't want to cheat you of
your fun. Besides, I want to make you come afterward,
and watch it all the way through."
"I know. Your eyes close when you come, just like
mine, and you'll miss the fun if I come right when you
do." Randy's cock was now fully hard, and I saw the
beautiful outline of his flaring rim distending the
skin. I placed two fingers on either side of the head
and began slowly stripping the skin back, watching the
pucker begin to spread and reveal his slit. A drop of
clear lube had parted the lips of his slit, which now
gaped wide open. I placed a fingertip into the pool of
fluid contained by the edge of his foreskin and worked
it around, tickling the nerve endings.
"AAHHHHHHHHH," that feels gooood," he gasped as the
sensations penetrated to the core of his being. I felt
his prick jump in my hand, and his balls began to
tighten against his body. I clamped my fist around the
base of his shaft to constrict the veins and make the
head swell more. Now I grasped his foreskin again,
pulling back to make the orifice expand and release
the precious charm within. The big round bullet end
appeared as I moved the sleeve of skin back. As I
continued to stretch his foreskin back over the big
purple head I watched the orifice stretch and become
thinner as it rode back over the taper of his
fireman's helmet, revealing the purple flesh beneath.
Handling his beautiful prick was exciting me
profoundly, and I felt the familiar tickle in my cock
root that told me a drop of lube had begun crawling up
my urethra. Normally, I don't secrete much, but
playing with his prick had me very excited. I looked
up for a moment to see that Randy's face was becoming
flushed from excitement as I exerted tension on the
skin of his prick. Now I eased the hood back another
increment to reveal the twin lobes under his glans,
where the two well-defined halves of his ridge swept
down and forward to meet in a neat weld line. Nestled
in the triangular groove was the pink flesh of his
gee-string, dense with nerve endings and sensitive to
the slightest touch.
"Wow! That feels good," he exclaimed as I stretched
his foreskin back, as I was about to give him a
different sensation. Holding his foreskin partly
retracted with thumb and third finger, I ran my index
finger across his gee-string, provoking a shudder and
a load moan as the electric sensations coursed through
his prick. I strummed his gee-string again, feeling
his cock throb between my fingers. Now I pulled harder
on his foreskin, making it ride over the high flaring
ridge, stretching it to the utmost, extending the
tightly stretched nerve endings inside the skin, until
he moaned loudly. One final tug bared his glans
completely, the skin snapping down to lock into the
deep groove behind his flaring ridge. Now his shapely
tip was revealed in its purple beauty, its sexy
compound curves fullynrevealed.
Both our foreskins were snug, but his was tighter than
mine, and his hood formed a tight fleshy ring behind
the rim. Like mine, it acted like a tourniquet to make
the head swell even more as I watched its color
darken.
I held his hard cock in my palm, admiring the beauty
of the purple head, with its compound curves and a
ridge that flared proudly at the top and swept forward
and down to meet underneath. I found the sight
fascinating, because I was entranced by its beauty.
The round front dome and broad upper surface glistened
wetly, and a drop of clear fluid filled the gaping
aperture in front. I lifted his prick to study the
underside, where the two halves of the corona met in a
neat weld line, a deep triangular groove between them.
His gee-string was anchored deep in the vee-groove,
connecting the head and the drawn-back foreskin, which
swept back like curtains around the rim of the head.
The tender pink flesh was wrinkled, filling the groove
behind the head, the tension drawing his gee-string
tight. I knew that Randy's prick was very sensitive at
that spot, and I planned to give him an extra
sensation by strumming it from time to time.
"Now for something different, Randy," I said as I
lowered my head and inhaled the rich masculine aroma
of an uncircumcised cock. He hadn't showered since
that morning, and had built up a heavy, musky odor
that was more intense than that of a freshly washed
penis. My tongue slipped out to tickle his slit, at
the same time tasting the delicious salty flavor of
his lubricating fluid. I heard him sigh deeply as my
tongue tip caressed the nerve endings around his slit,
working in small circles. I closed my fist around his
shaft behind the head and forced the thick fleshy
collar up over the glans, enveloping my tongue. I
probed the cavity inside his foreskin, working my
tongue in ever expanding circles, tickling his
gee-string underneath because I knew he was extra
sensitive there, then working back up, until I reached
the flaring ridge.
Now I probed the deep groove behind the rim, working
my tongue down until it bottomed in his warm flesh.
His breathing was deepening, and I knew his arousal
was mounting. Mine was too, as my prick seeped clear
fluid into my foreskin, lubricating it thoroughly. I
let go of Randy's prick and got to my feet, leaning
over to kiss him lightly on his full lips. My cock was
standing out proudly in front of me, dipping as I bent
over him.
"Can't get ahead of ourselves," I said. "We want this
to last, so you have a really hot orgasm." I wanted
him to slide down the slope a bit before I resumed
pushing him toward the edge.
"Oh, Jack, you make my prick feel so good," he said. I
kissed his ripe lips again and returned to my kneeling
position.
"I want you to really shoot this time," I said,
although his ejaculations had been forceful before.
"By the time I'm finished with you, you won't know
where you are. I'll drain you dry," I threatened.
"Oh, go ahead and drain me, drain me! I want you to
drain my prick!" I knew he eagerly awaited the
profound disorientation that an intense orgasm brings,
numbing the mind and distorting the time sense. I
stabilized his prick again, holding it by the
skin-covered head, slipping my tongue into his
foreskin to resume the slow teasing that would
eventually make him blast off uncontrollably. As I
teased his slit with my tongue-tip I squeezed the head
at the ridge, feeling the responding pulses as his
cock-root contacted with each squeeze.
The odor of his cock and sweating balls filled my
nostrils, adding to my arousal, and I made a conscious
effort to relax. My tongue probed deeply into his
precious hood, caressing the delicate surfaces and
making him moan loudly. Now I probed more deeply, my
thick tongue stretching his foreskin as if he were
docking it. I knew the stretchy feeling in his
foreskin would excite him further, and I pushed my
tongue tip to the groove behind his flaring rim,
tasting his lube as it seeped steadily from his gaping
slit.
I withdrew my tongue and grasped his prick behind the
rim, pulling the hood back until I'd once more bared
his glans. Running a fingertip around his flaring
purple rim, I heard him gasp.
"Jack, do me, do me! I really need to come awful bad!
I need it!" he said. I knew he was ready to disgorge
his creamy load, and that prolonging the anticipation
any further would be cruel. I caressed his glans with
all five fingers of my right hand as I crouched next
to him and held his foreskin back tightly with my
left. He lay back on the bed, legs dangling over the
edge, awaiting more stimulation. I helped him get
completely onto the bed and crouched next to him to
continue working on him.
"I'm going to make you come now," I reassured him.
"This is the final, and you just relax and enjoy the
ride." My fingers enclosed his glans, feeling its hot
hardness, its smooth texture, as I worked on the nerve
endings.
"AHH! AAHH! AAHH!" he said as the in
tense sensations filled his straining prick. I
continued to caress his swollen bulb, flitting from
orifice down to the gee-string, then up and around the
rim, finally rubbing the pad of my thumb across the
broad upper surface as my other fingers caressed the
twin lobes under the head.
"I'm keeping my fingers moving so as not to tire out
the nerve endings in any one spot," I explained. "This
keeps the sensations fresh and hot for you." Randy was
now writhing, and I saw his eyes had closed. Running
my eyes over his body, I saw that his balls were very
tight against his body and that his toes had curled.
"Any second now," he muttered through clenched teeth.
"No, it'll take a little while longer, Randy. It feels
really hot, but the final buildup will take a few more
seconds. Then you'll really explode." I felt his cock
throb in my fist, and the throbs hammered at my
fingertips caressing his swollen tip. Now a steady
stream of warm lube poured from his orifice, making my
fingertips slippery as they slid sensually over his
nerve endings. His cries had become louder, and anyone
just hearing them might think he was being tortured
instead of experiencing the most beautiful sensations
a man can.
My lubricated fingertips danced over the hot hard
surface of his engorged cock-head, intensifying his
sensations and bringing him closer to the edge. Now
his stomach muscles had tightened and I saw his legs
trembling as his body responded automatically to my
strokes. I knew the higher centers of his mind were
shutting down as his entire being focused on his
throbbing prick, ready to explode in orgasm, and I
massaged the surface of his glans more intensely to
bring his nerve endings to their highest pitch.
A powerful throb ran through his cock, and I felt it
in both hands as Randy cried out more loudly, a
prolonged wail brought on the start of his orgasm. My
right hand cupped his glans, fingertips sliding
quickly around his rim, as his first hot jet splashed
against my palm. I felt the soft concussions of his
throbs in my fingertips as another stream gushed from
the end of his pulsing glans, spraying against my palm
and fingers. Randy's legs shot out, spreading apart,
as his hips thrust upward.
I saw his face was contorted in the blissful agony of
orgasm as I continued to stroke the center of his
sensations. He shot again, and now the creamy fluid
was running down his shaft to collect in his pubic
hair. Another torrent erupted from his tip, and
another, this time weaker. I stopped caressing the
purple glans because I knew it would become
super-sensitive any second, but continued to pull back
hard on his skin, keeping its many nerve endings
stretched tightly to maintain his excitement.
Randy's jets diminished to short spurts, then
dribbles, as the orgasm played itself out and he began
to relax. Now there was a steady ooze from his slit as
the last drops came forth, and I began milking the
underside of his cock to force out the residue. Now
his body was limp, and his breathing slowed as he
returned to reality. Finally, I pulled his foreskin
forward and let go of his prick, letting it drop
against his stomach, and lay down beside him, my hard
penis pressed between my stomach and his left thigh.
We lay that way for a couple of minutes as he
recovered and I reflected that I was lucky not to have
ejaculated during the process. My prick had throbbed
softly several times as I made him come, and I'd been
very near losing control. I'd enjoyed being fully
aware of his reactions, and feeling his hot cock throb
between my fingers as he spewed his cream forcefully.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
"Jack? Jack?" His voice brought me back to full
awareness. "Now you roll over on your back. It's your
turn." He pushed me until I was flat on the bed and
spread my legs, giving him full access to my crotch.
My hard cock lay flat on my stomach, head fully
sheathed, and he picked it up b the end of my
foreskin. I saw the cream from his crotch drip onto
the sheet between my legs, and thought he'd have to do
laundry while we showered afterward.
"You took about 45 minutes to come," I said. "I don't
think I'll last that long."
Randy had grasped my long foreskin with two fingers
and was now stretching it out, testing how far it
would go. As he was very familiar with foreskins, he
didn't stretch mine far enough to cause pain, but just
enough to stretch the nerve endings and heighten my
arousal. Now he stabilized my prick, grasping the
shaft with his other hand, and slipped his tongue
inside my opening as he held my hood forward with two
fingers. I felt his warm tongue probing my slit,
tickling it and sending tingles down my prick. His
thick tongue probed farther, stretching my foreskin
laterally, until it reached my rim. Then he ran his
tongue down one side of my rim to the hot spot under
my glans, then up again to the top. I felt it go down
my corona the other way until it probed into the
triangular groove under my glans, tickling the hot
spot again, then withdraw.
"Now to see what's inside," he said as he grasped my
foreskin with two fingers and began slipping it back
slowly. "I can see your slit," he said as the pucker
of my foreskin parted to reveal the front of the head.
"Nice teardrop shape," he commented as he slid the
hood back farther. "I love the smell of your cock."
"OOOHHH, that feels nice," I said as his warm fingers
peeled my hood back to uncover the twin lobes under
the head.
"I like the way you've got a deep valley between the
two halves," he said as he studied the cleft under my
glans, touching it lightly with a fingertip and making
me shiver. His finger pressed against my gee-string,
and my cock throbbed in response.
"Your gee-string doesn't pull the head down the way
mine does," he said as he pulled back harder on my
foreskin to bare the glans completely and put tension
on my frenulum. "I like the way your big purple rim
flares," he added. Now he ran his finger around its
contours, adding to my sensations. He pulled back
harder on the skin to clear the groove and I felt his
fingertip probe deeply into it, caressing the surface
that rarely saw the light of day.
"You balls are already tight," he said as he fondled
them gently with his warm fingers. I spread my legs
farther to make sure he had a clear field. I watched
him reach to the bedside table.
"I'm going to put a little baby oil on your tip," he
explained as he held the small bottle over the bared
end of my prick. "You don't have as much lube as I do,
and it's going to evaporate. I want to make sure your
tip's nice and slippery because I'm going to do the
same thing to you that you did to me." Several cold
drops hit my glans, and a moment later his fingertips
were spreading them over the entire surface. Hot
sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my glans and
shaft at his touch, and I moaned as my eyes closed. I
began moaning in response to the hot sensations.
"I know you're gonna come fast," he said. "because
you're already hot and hard. Still, you've been hard
all the time you were doing me, so you've had a good
ride so far. Now for the payoff."
His left fist clamped tightly around the base of my
shaft, pulling the skin back hard to ensure full
access to my rim and groove. His fingers also
constricted the veins, making sure my cock-head was
fully engorged, and I felt the tingle as the blood
pressure built in my glans. Now his fingers continued
running over its hard smooth surface, sending messages
of joy to my cock-root and brain, making me moan
louder.
"You've got a really beautiful tip," he said as his
fingers explored the surfaces of my glans, running
round the flaring rim to the underside, pressing into
my hot spot, then working up the other side to the top
again. Now his fingertips caressed the groove behind
the rim, sending more thrills streaming into my cock,
and I moaned loudly.
When his thumb massaged the broad upper surface of my
glans, my cries changed to "AAH! AAHH! AAHH!" because
the intensity of the sensations forced the agonized
sounds from my lips. I felt the pressure in my
cock-root build up, and knew that I'd be releasing any
second because I was primed to go. I felt a heavy
pleasant ache in my glans, congested with blood, that
told me I had to have release now.
"Yeah, you're really into it now," I heard him say in
the distance because my mind was focused on the hot
sensations in my prick, shutting out most other
stimuli. "I can feel how hard your tip's become now
that I've got you right at the edge. I'm gonna make
you shoot hard, gonna suck the cream right from your
hot dick." His fingers continued their hot dance over
my tip, never stopping, always hitting fresh nerve
endings, and I felt myself going out of control. My
legs were trembling, my stomach muscles contracted
sharply, and my back arched.
My tip was hot and swollen, and my cock-root throbbed.
My mind went on "HOLD" as I felt the heavy pounding of
orgasm begin deep inside me. I dissolved into orgasm
and cried out helplessly as the first hot jet burned
its way up my prick, like lava, and erupted from my
tip. My head rocked from side to side as another jet
shot through my throbbing prick.
"Go for it!" I heard him urge as another torrent of
hot cream erupted from my throbbing cock-head, and I
cried out again at the intensity of the sensations.
Now another sensation filled my cock-head and I felt a
hard suction drawing the life-fluid from me. In my
mind-numbed state I was barely aware of Randy's hot
lips around my glans, but their effect was profound.
The next jet rocketed from me as his hot mouth
literally sucked it out of my body. I writhed in
mindless joy and another stream erupted from my
over-stimulated glans.
Now my discharges were weakening, and I felt the
orgasm fading as my mind regained full function. I
stopped moaning, my eyes opened, and I saw Randy
smiling down at me as he held my shaft in his fist.
"I can feel your prick still throbbing a bit," he
said. "It's not over yet." He was right, a few
residual throbs filled my cock-root and penis, and I
saw a few drops ooze from my teardrop shaped opening,
running down the big glans and shaft onto his tenderly
encircling fingers. Now he leaned forward and his lips
brushed mine.
"I love to kiss you when it's over," he said. "I
really loved the way you kissed me after I came." He
kissed me again, and my lips parted. I felt his tongue
probing past my teeth, touching the end of mine, and I
thought I could taste the salty flavor of my sperm in
his mouth.
We broke off and went into the bathroom, where we
stepped into the shower. The hot water felt delicious
as it streamed over our bodies.
"Randy? I've got to pee," I said.
"Go ahead. Let it go. I'll keep your foreskin forward
right now, and pinch the end for you." His thumb and
forefinger closed over my long nipple as I relaxed my
crotch muscles, and we watched my hood begin to swell.
At the right moment, before it became uncomfortable,
Randy let go and a thick gush erupted from the long
nipple. Now he stripped my hood back all the way, and
we watched a neat stream pour from the lips of my
slit, dropping to the floor of the shower and swirling
down the drain. When I was finished, Randy milked my
shaft and pulled my foreskin forward again to protect
the precious head.
"Your turn," I said as I grasped the end of his
foreskin, and we watched his hood balloon under the
pressure. When I let go, we watched the thick yellow
gush shoot from the end of his foreskin, and I quickly
stripped him back as he'd done to me. The lips of his
slit gaped as the neat stream parted them, until the
flow slowed to a dribble, and I began milking his cock
to expel the last drops.
"I always skin back to pee," he said as I pulled his
foreskin forward again. "If I pee like this, it
splatters all over the place, but when I skin back, it
always comes out in a neat stream, and I can aim it
into the toilet."
"I do too. I did that since my father showed me how
when I was a kid. That long hood always deflects the
stream, and if I didn't skin back, I'd pee all over
myself."
"I like the way your prick looks, with the long skin
covering the head. It's a lot like mine, and I can see
you've got a big head under that foreskin." I
appreciated his compliment, as I also thought my prick
was rather handsome, and indeed, other guys had told
me the same thing.
"My wife didn't like my foreskin," he said. "She'd
never seen a prick with the natural skin on it, and
didn't know what to do with it. She thought that a
cock with skin didn't have as big a head on it, and
was surprised that the head on mine was bigger than
the head on her former boyfriend's cut cock."
"Didn't you tell her how to handle it?" I asked. "My
wife found out quickly that the rolled back skin
behind the head made my cock thicker, and she liked
the way it felt inside her."
"My wife thought my cock was too thick, and she told
me it felt uncomfortable inside her," he replied.
"Yeah, I met a woman like that once. She seemed to
prefer a needle dick, and she especially didn't like
the big head on mine. She also thought that a
circumcised cock would have a big head, and couldn't
understand why mine did. She said it was too big for
her, and I never even got to put it in all the way.
That affair didn't last long, only a few days, and I
guess she went on until she found a guy with a thin
dick." We were soaping each other as we talked, paying
special attention to our backs and our groins, washing
away the accumulations of sweat and skin oils. When I
reached Randy's cock and stripped his hood back to
rinse underneath, I saw it begin to swell again.
"Yeah, I know," he said in reply to my unspoken
question. "You really drained me just before, but here
I am getting hard again."
"Want me to drain you again?"
"No, not right now. I'd rather wait for tomorrow, when
I'll have a full load built up again." His hands moved
to my prick, beginning the familiar task of kneading
my balls and skinning back my hood. "I see you're
starting to swell too," he remarked. "Feel like some
relief right now, or do you want to wait?"
"No, I'll wait. Still, it feels so good when you do
that," I replied. Randy turned off the water and we
dried ourselves. When we went into the bedroom, I
helped him strip the sheet off the bed and he put it
in the laundry basket. We spread a fresh sheet over
the mattress, and lay down, bodies touching. His hand
closed around my prick, and it began to engorge again.
I clasped his, feeling it grow between my fingers.
Within seconds, we were both hard, and I felt his
fingers kneading my glans through the thick foreskin
as I did the same to his hard prick.
"I could go to sleep this way," he said. "Your hand
feels so good on my prick, and I love feeling yours."
We watched a movie on TV until we fell asleep.

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