Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 07:03:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kindred Spirit, Adult Friends

Kindred Spirit
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	The e-mail said: "As I am sometimes in your area, we
should meet." It was from Bob, who like me had been
circumcised at birth and resented it. Like me, he'd
done something about it, and now suggested we meet to
compare our restored foreskins. He'd written that
although his new hood was long enough to cover the
head when soft, it didn't do so when he got hard. I
e-mailed him back, suggesting that as I lived right
off freeway Exit 231, he should take a room at one of
the many motels near this exit and phone me when he
arrived. He replied by telling me when he'd be making
his next trip.
	When the phone rang one afternoon a week later, I was
at his motel room within five minutes. Bob answered my
knock wearing a tee-shirt and boxer shorts, and
invited me in.
	"I wear boxers too," I said. "I gave up jockeys after
my restoration. Boxers don't confine me, and I like
the feel of my prick swinging."
	"I wear them because tights don't give me the room
for my plastic cone," he said as he closed the door.
"I still have a ways to go, and I wear mine all the
time except at night."
	"Got it on now?" I asked.
	"I made sure I had it on, `cause I knew you'd want to
see it."
	`Well, I guess we're here to show and tell, and I'd
really like to see it," I said.
	"Then let's get all our clothes off, so I can see
yours too," Bob said as he stripped off his tee-shirt
and dropped his shorts. I quickly struggled out of my
clothes and soon we were standing naked facing each
other. We weren't at all shy or even the least
embarrassed by our nudity, as we had had the common
experience of having had our foreskins ripped from our
bodies when we'd been too young to protest, and this
gave us a shared history. Bob motioned me to the bed
and we sat next to each other. A piece of tape
stretched across the skin at the end of his prick.
	"I guess you use the tape to hold the skin stretched
over the cone," I said. "That's the way I did it when
I was stretching."
	"You stretched too?" he asked. "I thought you wrote
me you had plastic surgery."
	"I did," I replied, "but the surgeon didn't give me
as much length as I wanted, so once it was healed I
began stretching to get enough length to cover the
head when I was hard. It was also too tight, and I
wanted to be able to skin it back." Bob was holding
his prick up for me to see.
	"See, the cone stretches the inside skin too, the way
I have it." He pointed to the outline of the cone
under his new foreskin.
	"Can you take the tape off so I can see how long your
foreskin is without it?" I asked. Bob peeled away the
tape, starting on one side, and when it was stuck to
only the other side the plastic cone popped out from
inside his hood. He removed the tape completely and
now I was able to see his penis limp.
	"Well, it certainly covers the head," I commented.
"You've got a big head, too, just like mine."
	"You've got more skin than I do," he said. "It's
sticking out almost an inch beyond your head. Mine
goes back when I get hard, though. My dick grows right
out of it."
	"Well, that's maybe because you've got a big head to
cover. Yours is a helmet head about the size of mine."
	"You can touch it if you want," he said. I responded
by grasping the sides of his helmet through the
enveloping skin sleeve.
	"Okay, I'll get you hard so we can see how far your
foreskin stretches," I said as I began squeezing his
helmet rhythmically through the skin. "Just relax and
concentrate on what you're feeling." Bob's fingers
drifted to my penis, grasping it by the nippled end of
my foreskin.
	"Every time you squeeze I feel a tightness deep
inside," he commented.
	"Your touch makes my prick tingle," I said. "When I
squeeze your head, that makes your cock-root contract,
a sort of reflex action. Anyway, you prick's starting
to swell."
	"So's yours," he replied. The tingle had spread all
over my lower body, and I felt the rush of blood into
my prick. Bob's penis was engorging rapidly, and as it
swelled I saw the big purple helmet pop out of the
enveloping skin sleeve.
	"Now I've got to squeeze the head directly," I said.
"The foreskin's pulled back and it's blended into your
shaft skin."
	"You can see the ring where I was circumcised," he
pointed out.
	"Yeah, it's a brown ring about half an inch behind
your rim," I replied. "I think we were both cut pretty
tight."
	"Since I've been keeping the skin forward, the ring's
gotten fainter. It used to be dark brown and really
visible."
	"The same thing happened to my scar," I said. "Even
when you pull my foreskin all the way back, you can
hardly see the original cut ring. But your head's
gotten more sensitive, hasn't it?"
	"It really has. I can really feel your fingers on it
now," he answered. "But your cock's all hard now too.
I guess we're both about the same size, six inches."
	"Yeah, we're both average," I said. "If you want, you
can pull my foreskin back," I suggested. His fingers
tightened around my shaft skin, delicately exerting
tension to draw back my hood.
	"Yours is the same purple color as mine," he said as
he brought my hard swollen glans into view.
	"Yours has a high flaring rim just like mine," I
observed. "One difference is that you've got a very
long pee-slit."
	"Your hole looks like a teardrop," he said while
staring avidly at the front dome of my glans. I gave
his hard helmet another few squeezes.
	"Your slit's starting to leak," I observed.
	"I think we're both gonna need to come before this is
over," Bob said. His comment reminded me of an
encounter of a few years back with another guy who'd
been restoring. Mike hadn't had a full circumcision,
just a dorsal slit, and he'd stretched the skin back
into place and had a urologist suture the two sides of
his slit foreskin together. Unlike me, he'd ended up
as good as new, and we'd become so aroused inspecting
each other's pricks that we'd felt compelled to bring
each other to orgasm. Our excitement had been so high
that we'd each had a shuddering, mind-numbing climax
that had left us drained and exhausted.
	"I'll spread that juice around a little," I said as I
ran my fingertip over the wet slit, spreading the
slippery clear liquid over the front dome of his
helmet. Bob shuddered as my fingertip caressed his
sensitive nerve endings, and his fist tightened around
my shaft, slipping my foreskin up and down the head.
	"Your skin snaps when I pull it over your rim," he
said. "I like that."
	"When you get more length, yours will be the same
way." Bob's stroking was having its effect on me, and
I felt the tension build in my body as a slight shiver
ran through me.
	"We're really turning each other on," he muttered.
"I've handled an uncut cock before, but never a
restored one."
	"I did once," I said. "Let's stop for a minute and
I'll tell you about it." I removed my hands from his
prick and felt him release mine.
	"Lucky you," he said as he lay back on the bed. I got
down beside him and told him about my experience with
Mike.
	"So you see, in a way Mike was lucky," I said. "He
didn't know why the doctor only slit his foreskin
instead of removing it like they did to you and me,
but it didn't take much to make him as good as new."
	"We'll never be as good as new," Bob concluded. `Our
skins are gone, and so are all their nerve endings."
	"Yeah, but we both found that our helmets got more
sensitive since we've been keeping them covered."
	"Just listening to you got me even hotter," he said.
	"I know. When I came in here, I noticed that your
balls  hang low. Now they're up against your body."
	"Another difference I found is that our cocks don't
smell quite the same as naturally uncut ones."
	"I know. The doctor cut off all of my foreskin,
including the inner lining that produces smegma. I
think the same thing happened to you."
	"That's how it was back then" he added. "They cut off
all the skin. Nowadays, they do their circumcisions
differently. I saw how they did my sister's kid. He
had lots of skin left after they cut him."
	"Sure. Now they all use these special clamps and just
cut off the front half of the foreskin. That leaves a
lot of inner skin. There's usually enough to keep half
the head covered." I was lying facing Bob, and reached
out to tickle his scrotal hairs lightly with my
fingertips. As he felt my touch, Bob touched the end
of my foreskin covered prick with a fingertip, probing
the wrinkled orifice.
	"We need to come," he said. "You want to go first, or
should I?"
	"I'd like to do you first," I replied. "I can see the
effect it's had on you. You really need to blow your
load soon. Anyway, if you just relax and let me work
on you, I'll be able to watch you shoot. If we come
together, I'll probably have my eyes closed when we
come, and it won't be the same." I felt Bob's
fingertip push into my foreskin and lightly tickle my
gaping pee-hole.
	"I like it that way too," he answered. "I've jacked
with guys before, and I really enjoy watching their
faces when they come. I like to feel the dick swelling
just before they come, and see the head get darker.
That really does something for me."
	"Then let me do you like I did Mike," I suggested. I
got two hand towels from the bathroom and spread one
over Bob's stomach.
	"Can I hold you while you're jacking me?" he asked.
	"That get you excited?" I asked. "It does for me."
	"Yeah, I want to hold your hot cock while you're
stroking mine," he replied.
	"Just be careful not to stroke me," I advised. "I'd
hate to lose my load just as you're starting to come."
His warm fingers closed around my prick, clasping it
gently without sliding the skin. I steadied his prick
with my left hand around his shaft, holding it almost
upright as I began moving the fingertips of my right
hand around the slippery wet dome of his naked helmet.

	"Ooohhhhh," he moaned as he felt the caresses against
his exposed nerve endings.
	"I know this is gonna be intense," I said. "I could
try to stroke your skin up against your rim, but that
might make you sore."
	"Yeah, my skin's still a lot shorter than yours," he
said, "and you can't do me like you did Mike. You'd
have to pull too hard to cover the head, and the
pressure you'd have to use would squeeze the blood out
of it."
	"I figured that," I said. "Anyway, the head's gonna
be much more sensitive when it's swollen like it is
now. That's why you're really feeling it, even tough
I'm going kinda light." He was feeling it, because his
breathing was becoming ragged as his excitement
mounted.
	"That's really hot, what you're doin'," he whispered.
"I can feel it deep down inside the head."
	"Just try to stay relaxed," I urged. "Don't tighten
up if you can help it, because that'll make you come
faster."
	"I know. The longer it takes, the hotter my come is,"
he said. "That work the same way for you?"
	"It does," I replied. "My orgasms are always more
intense when I have a long build-up. You're really
leaking fluid."  Bob's slit was pouring out large
drops of lubricant, and I was spreading them over the
compound curves of his helmet, hitting all the nerve
endings.
	"Now I'll work around your rim," I continued. With
your skin back, I can reach the rim and into the
groove behind it." As my fingertips worked around his
corona, Bob's breathing became more shallow and rapid.

	"I can feel the head gettin' harder," I said. "The
color's darker too. That means you're close."
	"Ohhhh," he moaned, becoming lost in the closed world
of his sensation. I ran my fingertips into his groove,
caressing the nerve endings that so craved attention
and making his prick twitch in response. More fluid
seeped from the parted lips of his long slit, and I
spread it over the hot surfaces of his glans, adding
to his sensations. His balls were very tight against
his body, and his hips were bucking slightly. Now I
removed my fingers from his glans.
	"I'm gonna stop for a few seconds to give you a
chance to relax," I said. "Just get your muscles nice
and loose, so you don't come too fast."
	"That was so intense," he whispered. "While you were
stroking my tip, it felt like I was gonna come any
second."
	"That's the way it's supposed to feel," I said.
"You're right at the edge of the plateau. Your balls
are tight, your tip's dark and swollen, and you'd have
come in a few more seconds if I hadn't stopped." I saw
that Bob was making a conscious effort to relax,
writhing on the bed to loosen his muscles. However,
his shaft and head remained as hard as before.
	"Okay, let's do it again," he said. I touched my
fingertips to his tip, moving them in small circles,
and he began to moan lightly.
	"Just relax," I said, but don't worry if you tighten
up. The way I'm stroking your tip, you won't be able
to control yourself." I was tracing circles around his
slit, spreading the steady flow of lubricant, and then
I began working down towards the rim again. My thumb
was on the broad upper surface of his engorged helmet
and my other fingers pressed into the triangular
groove under the head, bringing forth a load moan as
he felt the full impact of the sensations.
	"Your prick's twitching again," I commented as I saw
his eyes close, and I knew that he was withdrawing
into himself, his mind totally focused on the sharp
sensations in his glans and becoming oblivious to the
outside world. I felt his warm fingers clasping my
prick, but luckily he wasn't sliding my foreskin or I
would have been in danger of losing my load right
then.
	My fingertips wept around his rim, alternating
direction as they probed into the deep groove behind
it, and I felt his prick twitch again. Bob moaned
loudly, and a short gush of clear fluid erupted from
his slit to run down the top of his helmet. I gathered
it under my fingertips and spread it around his rim.
His face was flushed, and he began grunting in time
with my fingertip strokes on his tip.
	"Just let it happen," I urged as I felt his
excitement rising to its peak. His prick was twitching
steadily now, and I knew he was poised at the brink.
Now his hips bucked and his shaft jerked in my hand.
	"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!" he cried as his helmet throbbed
under my fingers. A thick rope of white fluid shot up
from his slit, distending the lips as it slammed
through them. His fingers tightened around my shaft
and his prick throbbed again. The second discharge
erupted to fall onto the towel, and I heard him bellow
again as the hot fury of orgasm swept through his
body.
	I felt his straining glans throb again, hammering
against my fingertips as another hot jet spewed from
him, raining down onto the towel. Bob's entire body
shuddered as he groaned in joyful agony.
	I stopped caressing his throbbing tip, to avoid
over-stimulating him if his glans became too
sensitive, as mine did during climax, but his prick
throbbed again, sending another load onto the towel.
Bob continued to groan, his hot hard prick still
throbbing between my fingers, but the next discharges
were weaker, subsiding into a dribble as his orgasm
neared its end.
	Bob's body relaxed as he sank into the torpor that
inevitably follows orgasm. His fingers loosened their
grip around my penis, and his breathing slowly
returned to normal. After a minute he opened his eyes
and spoke:
	"Wow, that sent me. That really sent me. I haven't
had a come like that in a long time."
	"I'm glad it was good for you," I said. "I almost
came myself. I could feel your prick throbbing, and I
saw the way you shot your loads. It was really nice
for me too."
	"You were really making my tip throb at the end. It
felt like it was gonna burst."
	"Yeah, it was all swollen and dark from the blood,
and it was so shiny too." I felt his shaft softening
between my fingers as I spoke. "I stopped stroking you
after the third come," I continued. "I thought your
tip might get too sensitive. I forgot to ask you."
	"I'm glad you stopped when you did. My tip wasn't
that sensitive before, but now since I've been keeping
it covered, it's gotten a lot more sensitive. I've got
to stop touching it when I'm about half-way through
coming."
	"Well, keep it covered and moist and it'll keep
gettin' more sensitive."
	"How long did it take you?" he asked.
	"I found my tip was becoming more sensitive a few
weeks after I'd had it covered, but it kept on gettin'
more sensitive for a couple of years. It really felt
good, and it was gettin' better all the time." As I
spoke I wiped down his prick, milking the last drops
and dabbing his long slit with the towel. As a final
step I worked his foreskin down over the shrunken
helmet to keep it moist and protected.
	"Well, thanks for a terrific hand job, or finger job,
whatever it was," he said. He propped himself on one
elbow. "Now it's my turn to do you. How do you want
it? Like you did me, or stroke your skin?"
	"I'd like you to stroke my skin," I answered. "Even
when I was a kid, and saw how an older boy jacked
himself with his foreskin, I wanted to feel that
sensation. I really enjoy feeling the skin slide over
my helmet." I milked Bob's prick as I spoke, bringing
the residue to the end, where I gently wiped it off
with a corner of the towel. Then I brought his
foreskin forward to cover the shrinking head.
	"Okay, just lie down and enjoy it," he said as he
spread the other towel over my stomach. "I'll do you
like you did Mike." His warm fingers closed around my
penis, which was rock-hard from the vicarious
excitement, and I felt him begin to slide my foreskin
over my swollen helmet.
	"You like long strokes or short strokes?" he asked.
	"Nice long slow strokes," I replied.
	"I thought you'd like that," he said. "It must feel
really nice when that skin goes all the way back, and
then comes all the way up to cover the big head." He
was moving my foreskin with two fingers, lightly
gripping it as he stroked it up and down. His other
hand was cupping my balls.
	"It feels good," I said as I felt the gliding action
of my foreskin covering and baring my swollen helmet,
caressing the nerve endings as it swept along its
length.
	"I love to watch and feel a hot guy get off," he said
as he continued to stroke me. "I know you do, and I
get as much of a thrill out of it as you. The
difference is that I don't have to worry about
coming."
	"I'd like to hold your prick, then," I said. "I enjoy
holding it because it's you, even though it's not hard
anymore."
	"I want you to hold it, anything to help you along."
I wrapped my fingers around his soft prick, gently
kneading it, secure in the knowledge that I wouldn't
spoil his concentration by driving him into orgasm.
	"Just relax," he continued. "Just relax and stay with
me. I'll go nice and slow to let you feel every
stroke."
	"Good, I can feel them now, and they're really hot."
	"Feel the way the skin's coming down, stretching over
your head? Now the edge of the skin's right on the
rim, and then I'll snap it down into the groove." I
felt the gentle tugging and the delicious sliding
feeling as my foreskin stretched to remain poised on
my flaring rim just before it snapped down into the
deep groove behind it.
	"You've got that sexy flaring rim, like me," he
continued. "I can see your scar ring right behind it.
It's not as noticeable as mine. Now I'll bring your
skin up against your rim. Feel it snap over your rim
just now? It squeezed your rim a little, and now it's
covering the whole head." I felt the hot sensations as
he stretched my foreskin up to form a pucker beyond
the end of my helmet.
	"Now I'll stretch it back again, the way you like,"
he said as he slowly uncovered my glans. "That big
purple helmet's so sexy looking. It's all filled with
blood, and gettin' darker. I can feel it gettin'
harder, too, through the skin.
	"Stretch the skin back hard," I urged. "That feels
good too." His fingers tightened on my prick as he
pushed my foreskin down off the head and stretched it
back to bare my groove.
	"You've got a deep groove behind the head," he said.
"That looks really nice, with the big purple helmet
standing out in front of the groove. It's so hard and
shiny."
	"It feels good when you stretch the skin right back,"
I said. "That stretches the nerve endings in the
skin." Bob's warm fingers slowly brought my foreskin
forward to envelop the rim and then to ride down over
the taper of my helmet.
	"Now I'll do something a little different," he said
as he slowly stripped my helmet bare again and placed
his palm over the top of the dome. "Feel it when I
move my palm across your slit?"
	"Ooooohhhh, that's hot," I said as his palm moved
back and forth across my hole, stretching the lips
from side to side.
	"I knew it would be," he continued, keeping his
stroking slow and regular, working me up gradually.
"Your tip's really hard and dark right now."
	"Almost," I whispered, and I felt myself withdrawing
from the outside world, completely captivated by the
hot sensations Bob's skillful fingers were pouring
into my straining prick. My grip tightened on his soft
penis, kneading the foreskin and the precious head
inside it.
	"Now let's go faster," he said as his fingers
accelerated, bringing my foreskin up until its edge
butted against the palm that was caressing the front
dome of my helmet, and then whipping it back hard to
uncover the head right down to the groove, shocking
the nerve endings in the tightly stretched skin. I
gasped, and my eyes closed. The hot sensations made me
start to moan.
	"You're right there," he said. "I'll slow down a bit
to keep you on the edge and make your coming hotter."
His fingers relaxed around my foreskin, barely moving
it, and his palm twisted around the dome of my helmet
instead of stroking it. My breathing came faster, in
groans and gasps, as I felt the sensations build up
and my straining helmet ached for the release of
orgasm. The tension built in my body as Bob bumped the
back of my rim with my thick ring of foreskin.
	Now I felt his fingers tighten around my prick, and
he smoothly swept my foreskin up over my engorged
helmet. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my
glans, and the core of my being exploded.
	I heard myself crying out as my cock-root contracted,
sending the first hot torrent of sperm up my prick to
where it poured out against his palm. I felt the
stream searing my tube, and then spreading between
Bob's palm and the front dome of my helmet, cushioning
the friction against my inflamed nerve endings. The
next second, my cock-root went into another spasm, and
the next burning gush poured through my prick and
erupted against Bob's palm.
	I was helpless in his hands as he tore the orgasm
from my shuddering body. My prick strained with the
pressure of another jet that splashed against his palm
and then flowed down over my helmet, spread by my
moving foreskin. Now I felt him wrench my hood back
sharply, holding it under tension well back from my
rim and groove as another stream of cream poured from
my prick. Bob had remembered that my prick, like his,
became very sensitive during orgasm.
	The final spasms shook my body, and then I began to
relax, drifting off into a cloud of torpor and apathy
as the tension left me. I felt Bob's fingers still
holding my prick, which was subsiding from its excited
state. My breathing slowed and became more regular as
the daze crept over me. After a few minutes I opened
my eyes and looked at Bob, who was staring at me
thoughtfully.
	"That was one hell of a come," he said. "Your cock
was really jerking and throbbing in my hand."
	"It felt good," I said, "really good. You did a
terrific job on my prick. I can feel it still
twitching deep inside." Bob pressed a couple of
fingers under my scrotum.
	"I can feel it too, right there inside you." He
removed his fingers and began milking my softening
prick. Running a finger up the underside of my shaft,
he forced out the residue and caught the dribble with
a corner of the towel. He then brought my foreskin up
over the head.
	"You blew one hell of a load," he continued. "Your
cock was jerking in my hand, your big tip throbbing
against my palm, and you were yelling like I was
torturing you."
	"Well, I get pretty vocal too," I said. "You were
loud when you came. That was music to my ears. I love
to hear a man yell and howl when I make him come."
	"I enjoy that too. I really enjoyed this, making you
come after you made me blow my load. I knew exactly
what you were feeling, and if I hadn't just come
myself, your hand wrapped around my cock would have
made me lose my load." He stared deeply into my eyes,
strengthening the bond that already existed between
us. We'd both attained new foreskins, and we'd shared
orgasms with them as well.

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