Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2005 11:33:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeing and Stroking, Adult Friends, 1/1

Peeing and Stroking

By Jack Santoro

Dan and I had fallen asleep after our sex session the
previous day, because orgasm had been so exhausting.
Today we awoke at daybreak, both our cocks swollen
from full bladders. We were also somewhat sweaty, as
it was the middle of summer, and we decided that a
shower would be appropriate. Eagerly, we showered
together, enjoying the hot water spraying over our
bodies.

We still had to pee, although our cocks had softened
somewhat, and I told Dan; "You go first, and I'll hold
your foreskin." I pinched the end of his long nippled
foreskin and watched as it began to distend with the
flow of urine. As I'd done this many times with my own
foreskin, I was able to judge when it began to get
uncomfortable for him, and let go at the right moment,
releasing a thick yellow gush that splashed against my
legs. Dan threw his head back as his bladder continued
to empty, until he was drained.

"Now it's your turn," he said as his thumb and
forefinger closed over the end of my foreskin nipple,
pinching it tightly. I consciously relaxed and felt
the flow begin, filling my hood. The sensation of hot
piss swirling around my glans was very pleasant, and
we both watched my foreskin balloon out with the
pressure. Dan was also able to judge the right moment
to release his grip, just before my foreskin stretched
to uncomfortable proportions, and my suddenly released
fluid shot all over his legs, running down into the
drain. The hot water rinsed it all away, and Dan
grasped my half-hard shaft with his other hand as his
fingers pushed the thick hood off my glans.

My foreskin snapped down into the deep groove behind
my high flaring ridge, acting as a tourniquet and
making the head swell to full size. I steadied his
prick and retracted his hood, forcing it over his
thick ridge until it locked in the groove behind the
head, completely covering the neck of his penis. Dan's
foreskin was tighter than mine, and I saw his glans
engorge to full size within seconds as the tight
fleshy collar restricted the return flow of blood.
Dan's cock-head was pinkish purple and glossy, from
the lips of his slit to the swollen flaring ridge.

"Your corona has a lot of those sensitive little bumps
on it," he commented. "Those are the nerve endings,
right?"

"Right," I replied. "They're really sensitive, and
when you rub your finger along my ridge, it's
heavenly."

"I noticed that's the most sensitive part of your
cock, the ridge," he said. "I can always make you moan
when I touch you there." His finger traced the outline
of my corona, from the top down to the triangular
groove under the head where the two sides meet. He was
right. I moaned in delight.

"I know your hot spot is right under the head," I said
as I pressed a fingertip between the twin lobes of his
corona where they meet under the head. He shuddered,
and a dreamy look came over his face.

"Yeah, that's it, buddy. You'll always get a rise out
of me pressing my frenulum." I jiggled my fingertip
from side to side, strumming his gee-string and
feeling his cock-head throb between my fingers.

"We'd better wash up," he said. "Otherwise we'll both
shoot right here in the shower."

We slowly and lovingly soaped each other, turning to
get our backs washed, and then we washed our fronts. I
ran my hands over his hairy chest, twirling a
fingertip around each nipple, then running my hands
down over his stomach. His prick was hard now, and I
wrapped my soapy fingers around his shaft, twisting
slowly to stimulate the nerve endings. Slowly I worked
my fingers up to his dark purple glans, lightly
caressing its distended glossy surface with my
fingertips, as I knew it was very sensitive. Dan's
fingers closed around my engorged shaft, and he gently
pumped his hand up and down, bumping the high ridge on
the upstroke and pulling my skin back hard on the
return.

We were both very aroused as the water rinsed the soap
from our bodies, and I paid special attention to his
prick, pulling his shaft skin back hard to make sure
no soapy residue got trapped between his foreskin
collar and ridge. The last of the bubbles floated down
the drain, and I turned off the water. We used the
same towel, Dan drying me first, and then I dried him.
I made sure not to scrape the tender surface of his
exposed glans with the rough towel, and he was equally
careful when he dried me.

"I like the way the lips of your slit pout when you're
hard," he said. My meatus had pouted into a teardrop
shape when my glans engorged fully. "I've seen that on
a couple of guys, but most just have slits," he
continued.

"That's what you have, Dan," I said. "The lips seem to
gape a little when you get hard." Dan's long slit
seemed to be gaping at me, and when I pinched his
glans between two fingers, a drop of clear fluid
filled the gap. I felt a gentle tickling sensation
deep inside my cock-root, and I knew that a drop of
slippery lubricant was crawling up my tube, soon to
appear.

We went back into the bedroom, and Dan tugged at my
foreskin, pulling it forward to cover the entire head
and form a pucker at the end. Dan's long tight
foreskin also covered his shapely glans with full
erection, and I eased it over the flaring ridge and
pulled it downhill to engulf his glans right to the
end, covering his nakedness. Now I squeezed his hard
tip through the tight skin to make his cock root
throb.

"Man, that feels wonderful," he said. "You know just
what to do to me." His fingers closed around the end
of my dick, twisting the foreskin over the engorged
glans. The twisting sensation sent an electric thrill
through my prick, as the nerve endings in my foreskin
stretched as it glided sideways over the hot hard tip.

"You're really pumping me up too," I replied. "Your
fingers are magic, what they do to my cock." I moaned
lightly as Dan's fingers twisted my foreskin the other
way, making my cock-root throb. Dan sighed as I gently
squeezed his swollen glans again, this time pulling
back lightly on the foreskin. I knew that the swollen
head, pushing through his tight hood, would stretch
its nerve endings to produce a delicious sensation.
The purple end of his glans appeared and Dan shuddered
as a light moan escaped his lips. I pulled his hood
forward to engulf the head once more, because I knew
he liked to keep the foreskin forward most of the
time.

"We're lucky we still have our skins," he said. "The
skin keeps the head moist and sensitive, and the
foreskin has nerve endings in it too. That's why I
really enjoy it when you play with the skin. You know
just how to handle mine, when you pull it, twist it,
and stretch it out." We shifted to a "69" position,
and I saw his hardness in front of my eyes. Grasping
his turgid flesh lightly with two fingers behind the
bulge of his corona, I steadied it and licked around
the edge of his pucker.

I pulled lightly forward on his foreskin as my tongue
snaked into the pucker, probing for his slit. I was
always very careful with Dan's prick and foreskin,
because he'd told me how some previous partners had
skinned him back roughly to suck on his glans. These
partners had been circumcised, and truly did not know
how to handle a foreskin, one important reason why
both Dan and I preferred a partner who still had his
foreskin.

I felt Dan's fingers clasp my rigid shaft, and then
the tip of his tongue pushed into my pucker, tickling
my teardrop shaped slit. This made my glans tingle,
and I sighed deeply.

"That's doin' it for you, isn't it?" he asked,
removing his head for a moment.

"Oh, yeah," I answered. "You're really turning me on."
My tongue returned to probing his foreskin, and I
tasted the salty flavor of his lube as I tickled his
slit.

"Yours tastes salty," he said. "I know mine does too."
I continued to probe the cavity of his foreskin,
running my tongue under the head to hit the hot spot,
then reaching farther to taste the ridge. I knew that
my thick tongue was stretching his foreskin and its
many nerve endings, and felt his tongue push deeply
into mine as well. Now Dan slowly began pushing my
hood back with lips and tongue, and I felt it stretch,
riding over my flaring ridge to snap down into the
deep groove behind it, where it formed a thick fleshy
collar covering the neck of my cock.

"Now retract me," he urged in a whisper, and I slowly
pushed back on his hood, watching it thin out as it
distended over the bulk of his smooth purple glans.
Now it was at its widest, stretched tightly over the
large flaring ridge, and I pushed it farther to make
it snap into his deep groove and lock behind the
ridge. Dan pulled back hard on my shaft skin, dragging
my foreskin back to expose the back face of my ridge
and the neck of my cock. I pulled on his collar until
the ridge was free and the skin of the neck of his
cock came into view. These parts of our bodies rarely
saw the light of day, and we studied them avidly.

With our hot hard tips totally bared, Dan was the
first to comment:

"Your ridge has such a sexy flare," he said, his
fingertip tracing its outline. Comparing cock-heads, I
saw what he meant. Dan's corona was thick and swollen,
but didn't have quite the delicate recurve that
defined mine.

"Still, yours is very sensitive too," I replied as I
fingered his thick ridge. Now I released his skin,
letting it fill the neck of his cock again.

"What shall we try today?" he asked. My fingertip
moved from his corona to the tight collar that filled
the neck of his hot hard cock. His inverted foreskin,
gathered in a tight ring, was as purple as the big
swollen tip, and my fingertip exploration proved it
was just as sensitive, especially when I pressed the
underside where the gee-string connected it to the
glans.

"Let's try Princeton," I suggested. Dan knew what it
was, so I didn't have to explain that this meant
intracrural thrusting.

"What position you want?" he asked gently. I knew that
Dan loved to thrust, so I replied:
"You go between my thighs. You can do me with your
hand. You know how that turns me on." Dan picked up a
lubricated condom from the bedside table, and rolled
it over his hard glans and shaft. We both knew the
condom was necessary to avoid hair burns on the tender
glans. I placed a towel in front of me as I rolled
onto my left side to let Dan slip in behind me. I
lifted my leg to let his latex covered prick slide
between my thighs. His glans touched the back of my
scrotum as I lowered my leg, trapping his cock.

"I'll do you as I go, okay?" His fingers closed around
my shaft, pushing my foreskin forward until it
engulfed my front dome, then began a slow jiggling
motion as he thrust between my thighs. I knew that,
although the lubricant that came with the condom was
barely adequate, Dan would soon seep enough to keep
his tender glans and shaft well lubricated.

Princeton was a method where we could both come at
once, sharing the moment of orgasm, which for us was
both a physical and spiritual sensation. We could lose
ourselves in the passion of the moment, sure that our
partner was finding fulfillment as well.

I felt Dan's hard cock move under my perineum, gently
pushing at my scrotum on the forward thrust. Then, as
he pulled back, the condom stayed still against my
flesh, and Dan's prick was sliding inside the thin
latex. Dan thrust into me again and again, his warm
fingers moving my foreskin in time with his thrusts,
and I felt our excitement rise.

Now he was thrusting harder, and his fingers used a
full foreskin stroke on my engorged prick, pulling my
hood forward and pushing it back to bare the glans
totally in the manner Dan knew was most stimulating to
me. These long strokes would surely bring orgasm
within a minute or two.

"Let's stop for a minute," I suggested. "Otherwise
it'll be over too soon." I felt Dan stop thrusting,
and his fingers stopped sliding my hood. His hot
breath was on my ba
ck.

"Yeah, you're right," he replied. "Let's enjoy the
ride. Getting there is half the fun." Dan shifted
slightly, pushing his prick deeper between my thighs,
then slipping his other arm under me to grasp me by
the waist.

"I really want to hold on to you when I come," he
said. "I want to feel very close to you, as if we were
one." I knew the feeling, and I wanted the intimacy as
much as he did. I wanted to feel his body straining
against mine as he released his juice, and wanted him
to feel my body struggling in the throes of orgasm.
>From yesterday's experience, I knew that we both
shuddered deeply when the climax hit, and we both
moaned and grunted as the waves of sensation assaulted
our consciousness. It was a beautiful experience to
share, and I wanted very much to share it with Dan. I
was eager to be shuddering helplessly in his arms as
we both tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm.

Now I felt Dan's prick moving slightly between my
thighs, and his fingers began sliding my hood back and
forth over the swollen head of my prick. He used small
strokes this time, to avoid bringing my explosion too
quickly. I made every effort to relax, in order to
prolong the buildup and delay my climax, but the
insistent pressure of Dan's fingers made my cock-root
throb and tighten as they manipulated my thick
foreskin.

"Keep this up and I'll be popping soon," I warned.
Dan's fingers encircled my foreskin, applying more
pressure as they worked the hood back and forth over
the nerve endings of my straining glans. I felt a
light tickle begin in my swollen rim.

"Me too," Dan replied. "I really need to come right
now. I was hoping I'd be able to hold out for an hour
or so, but you're so hot that I can't help it. Just
touching your prick almost makes me shoot off." I knew
Dan was very aroused, as his breathing had deepened,
and he grunted his words between gasps. I could feel
the hardness of his swollen cock sliding between my
thighs, and knew that his shaft and head were in their
final swelling just before release.

"Okay, go for it. If I come first, I'll press my
finger into your hot spot to synchronize our orgasms,"
I said. "Try to hold back a bit, so that I can catch
up to you." In truth, I was almost there myself
because sex with Dan was such a deep experience that I
was both physically and emotionally involved. I felt
that if Dan came first, feeling his hot prick's
throbbing between my thighs would bring on my own
orgasm within a second.

Now I slipped my hand between my thighs, my fingers
touching the underside of Dan's thrusting prick, but I
was careful to stay away from his cock-head because I
knew that if I touched the hot spot under the head,
Dan would blast off in a second. I felt his cock
sliding back and forth within the latex tube, and even
felt the scrape of his corona against my perineum. I
tightened my thigh muscles to increase the pressure on
his cock.

Dan was now really into it, and I felt his hips slam
against my buttocks as he drove his prick hard in
response to his urges. He was losing control, and his
fingers flew over my cock, dragging the long foreskin
back and forth over my glans, which was quickly
engorging in the final stage before climax.

My corona swelled, and the foreskin snapped over it,
running down the glans to engulf the big front dome,
then retracted as Dan's fingers pulled it back to bare
my flaring ridge. The light tickle in my corona had
turned into a heavy one, and as Dan's fingers pushed
my foreskin collar over the ridge, a hot tingle spread
from the corona all through my glans. My breathing was
labored as the sensations overwhelmed me.

A spark shot from my tingling glans down the shaft,
and into my cock-root, and I cried out helplessly as
the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me. I
pressed the index and third fingers of my right hand
into the hot spot under Dan's cock-head as it slid
between my thighs, and felt a responsive throb. Dan's
voice filled the room as I triggered his release, and
his hips slammed hard against me.

In the distance, I heard Dan's "AAAAHHH" as he shot
his first load between my thighs. His fingers had
wrapped solidly around my cock, fisting my foreskin
frantically over the swollen head, fueling my
sensations, and I moaned from the burning feeling of
hot lava rushing up my tube. His left arm, running
under my body and up around my waist, crushed me to
him as his body strained against mine.

My eyes had closed with the onset of orgasm, but I
felt the burning hot jets searing my urethra as gush
after gush exploded onto the towel in front of me.
Dan's fingers had tightened on my prick, and I felt my
foreskin yanked back hard, baring the engorged head.
This time, he'd pulled back so hard that my sensitive
glans dipped down and touched the towel, and the
contact with the rough towel sent a shock of sensation
through my straining, aching tip. My cock-root pounded
again, sending a long string of burning hot cream up
my urethra as I yelped in joyous agony.

Dan's hot hard penis was still thrusting furiously
between my thighs as he shot jet after jets, and I
felt the condom fill with his life-juice. I kept
pressing into the sensitive underside of his glans,
hitting the many sensitive nerve endings to enhance
his climax. I knew that Dan's prick, like mine, became
super-sensitive during a hot orgasm, and that he'd
soon be forced to stop thrusting. My prick shot again
as Dan's tight fingers pushed my snug hood all the way
up to cover the head.

Dan was suddenly very still, and I knew he'd reached
the critical point where his prick was too sensitive
to receive further stimulation, and I removed my
fingers. Now his still prick throbbed between my
thighs as his orgasm wound down, releasing the last
surges of cream. As his fingers skinned my cock back,
I felt the hot spark in my glans telling me that it
had become too sensitive to touch, and I placed my
hand over his, holding it still on my prick. My final
gushes poured from my prick's naked head, dribbling
down onto the towel.

Dan still held me tightly as our spasms faded,
clinging to me desperately, trying to become one with
me. I relaxed in his grip, enjoying the sensations as
my hot spasms changed into a creeping lassitude. We
remained very still for several minutes as our
breathing slowed and we returned to full
consciousness.

Our pricks had softened and shrunk, and I felt Dan
begin to pull away from me. Inside the condom, his
tight foreskin rolled to cover his shrunken glans, and
I felt his fingers pushing my prick's protective cover
forward. The extreme sensitivity had faded, and it was
a comfortable feeling as my foreskin once more
engulfed the precious head. Dan pulled his left arm
out from under me, and I turned to face him on the
bed.

We looked deeply into each other's eyes, our silence
communicating more than words could have. I clung to
him, feeling the warmth of his body and his heartbeat
against my chest. Our orgasms had consumed us, and now
the afterglow sedated us, but we'd become hungry after
this exercise.

"Want to go out to eat? I think we can get a really
good breakfast nearby on the avenue," he asked.

"I'm ready to eat almost anything, Dan. You pick the
place," I replied.

"They serve terrific waffles at this place. Does that
sound good to you?" he added.

"Oh, terrific." We showered quickly, got dressed, and
went out to satisfy our appetites.

The End