Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 11:09:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eric, M/M, Con

Eric-
Mutual Masturbation Session
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I hardly ever go to the baths but this Saturday
afternoon I decided to spend an hour or so wandering
around the local bath to look over the many male forms
there. My favorite is the Jacuzzi, and when I entered
the room I saw about a dozen men in the bubbling pool
and several more standing against the walls. All eyes
turned toward me as I entered, and I scanned their
owners in turn.
	One immediately detached himself from the wall and
came towards me, a slight smile on his face. He had
black hair and eyes, suggesting that he was from one
of the native tribes that populate the Southwest. He
was almost a head shorter then my six feet, with a
chunky build, and when my eyes dropped to his groin I
saw that his cock-head was hidden by a thick hood that
came to the end of his glans, leaving a small opening.
I guessed that his slit was visible through the
orifice, but I couldn't see because of the angle.
	"Guess you and I are the only uncut guys here," he
said in a low voice as his smile deepened. "Want to
take a dip in the pool?" I definitely wanted to,
especially now that I knew he'd be at my side, and we
climbed down to the first ledge, which left our upper
trunks and heads out of the water.
	I felt his hand on my thigh, caressing it as it
gradually crept toward my crotch. I laid the back of
my hand on his stomach and eased it downward, feeling
his pubic hair against the edge of my palm. Now I felt
his thumb and forefinger grasp the nipple of my long
foreskin, pulling and twisting it gently.
	"Man, your skin's longer than mine," he said. "By the
way, my name's Eric." I grasped the foreskin covered
end of his prick between two fingers and gave it a
couple of squeezes.
	"My name's Jack, and I'm glad to meet you. Lots of
cut guys don't know how to handle a prick that still
has its foreskin." His prick was swelling as I
continued to squeeze it, and I felt the outline of his
glans through the thick skin.
	"I'm glad to meet you too, and I like the way you're
handing my penis. I hope what I'm doing feels good for
you." The rest of his fingers closed around my prick,
and he began sliding my foreskin back and forth over
the swelling core.
	"Yours feels like it's got a nice head on it," I
commented as I continued to palpate it.
	"I can feel the head through your skin too. It's nice
and big."
	"So's yours," I added. "Maybe we'd better go
someplace else now. We can't do too much here. I don't
think they'd appreciate it if we shot our cream into
their pool."
	"You're right, Jack. Let's get dressed and go to my
place. It's only a couple of miles from here." We got
up with our half-hard pricks standing out in front of
us, but I knew this wouldn't arouse comment, as
probably half the guys in the pool were sitting next
to each other and playing the way we had.
	We dressed hurriedly, eager to be alone together, and
walked to the parking lot. I followed him home to a
single-story house and pulled into the driveway behind
him. Inside he turned to me.
	"Would you like a drink, or maybe a glass of wine?"
he asked.
	"Oh, no, it's too early for me," I replied.
	"Mind if I have one, then? I really think I need it."
	"Is anything wrong?" I asked. "Been having a bad
day?"
	"No, it's not that," he answered. "It's just that I'm
really hot and excited, and I need something to slow
me down. Otherwise I'll be shooting too soon. You
know, premature ejaculation. I'll be way ahead of
you." I looked intently at him.
	"Nothing wrong if you come first," I said. "It won't
bother me a bit."
	"Wouldn't it be better if we came together? Lots of
guys like it that way."
	Correct me if I'm wrong, but we're going to do safe
sex, right? I mean we'll stroke each other until we
come."
	"Yeah, that's exactly what I had in mind. I guess
that's okay with you."
	"It's very okay, and that's why it won't matter to me
if you come first." As I spoke I saw Eric start to
remove his clothes as he replied to me.
	"Okay, let's strip. Then you can tell me why you
don't mind if I can't last as long as you." I began
undressing and followed him into the bedroom. Eric had
a queen-size bed, which allowed plenty of room for any
kind of play, and soon we were sitting side by side,
naked, the warmth of his right thigh pressing against
my left.
	"Nice house," I said.
	"I really need a house, even though I live alone. An
apartment wouldn't do because I'm pretty loud when I
come, and it might bother the neighbors."
	"Good thought. I'm pretty loud when I come too," I
said. "That's one reason I have my own house too."
	"That's another thing we have in common. Now tell me
why you don't mind if I come first instead of with
you." I took a deep breath and began:
	"I know the idea of us coming together seems very
romantic, sharing the magic moment. I think it's very
nice too, but I miss out on a lot if I'm coming right
when you're blowing your load. I like to watch when I
make a guy come, but I close my eyes when I'm blasting
off, and I miss the show."
	"I know what you mean," he interjected. "I close my
eyes too." His fingers once more clasped the end of my
foreskin as they had in the pool.
	"Your fingers feel good to me," I said softly. "I
really like that." I gently pinched his glans through
the thick fleshy covering, feeling it throb in
response.
	"So you were telling me^Å" he said.
	"Right. Anyway, I like to watch a guy's face when I
make him come. I like to feel his penis throb, and see
the cream pouring out of it. By the way, you shoot or
you dribble?"
	"I usually dribble when I'm doing myself, but when
I'm excited like I am now, I'll shoot. How about you?"
	"I'm the same way. Stroking my own prick isn't like
when another guy's doing it to me. Then I really
shoot. That's another thing we've got in common, I
guess."
	"Coming together can be nice, I guess, but it's hard
to time it, especially the first time," he said.
	"I feel the same way. I like it better when I can
concentrate on making the other guy's prick feel good,
and he can just relax and enjoy it while I'm working
on him. Then I can relax while he finishes me off. I
can really come hard then."
	"I see what you mean. I like your idea a lot. Now I
think we need some lube. The chlorine in that water
made my skin and tip all dry. How's yours doing?" Eric
opened a drawer in the bedside table and withdrew a
small plastic bottle.
	"My prick's normally on the dry side. I don't secrete
much natural lube, and you're right, the chemicals in
that water dried mine."
	"This is Astroglide," he said as he eased my foreskin
back to uncover half my glans. "It's got glycerin in
it, and it makes your head and skin feel warm." He
poured a few drops on my tip, moving the foreskin up
and down to spread it and work it in."
	"I've got that at home," I said. "I like that warm
feeling. Now let me lube your prick." I took the
bottle from him and drew his foreskin down to bare the
front dome of his helmet. His flesh was dry, and the
lubricant gave it a gloss as I worked it in. We were
both fully erect, and our pricks didn't collapse when
we pushed back the foreskins.
	"We've both got about six inches," he said as I
slowly stroked his foreskin. His expert fingers eased
mine all the way down to reveal the head. "You've got
a big helmet just like mine, too, something else we've
got in common. I like that."
	"You've got a straight shaft, Eric. Some guys have a
curve."
	"Your shaft's got a big vein on the right," he added.
"Man, I'm really hot now."
	"I know you are," I reassured him. "I'm going to add
more lube to make your foreskin slide easier and keep
you from coming too fast." I poured more onto his
helmet shaped glans, working the foreskin slowly to
coat it evenly and mask the sensations.
	"You've got enough skin to cover the head even when
you're hard. I noticed that. I like that tight pucker
it forms at the end. Mine skins back a bit when I'm
hard."
	"The skin of your prick's darker than mine," I said.
"Your balls are looser too. They hang down and mine
are always tight." Eric now was working my foreskin in
long strokes up and down the head, as his other hand
cupped my balls.
	"You really know what you're doing," he said. "If
you'd touched my tip with your fingers, I would have
shot off right away, but you're using only the skin."
I stroked his foreskin as far up as I could without
pulling hard, and found it covered only half the head.
Then I eased it back slowly, gradually revealing the
corona and letting it snap down into the deep groove
behind it.
	"I like stroking your foreskin, watching as that
flaring rim appears. That looks really sexy." Eric
pulled mine all the way down and said:
	"Yours is too. You've got the same flaring rim like
mine, and the skin fills up the groove behind it." Now
I pulled back harder on Eric's taut foreskin, watching
as the thick frenulum under the head pulled the front
of his glans down towards his balls.
	"Your gee-string's thicker and tighter than mine.
When I pulled on it just now it made the head dip."
	"Don't pull on it too much. It's very sensitive and
if you do that a few times you'll make me come." He
pulled down hard on my shaft-skin, his eyes avidly
fixed on my prick.
	"See? My helmet doesn't go down like yours," I said.
I relaxed my grip on his shaft and the glans came back
up. Now I eased his foreskin up over the upturned
ridge, compressing the nerve endings and adding to the
sliding friction against his glans.
	"Your tip's getting darker," I said. "I think you're
getting close. Does your tip get extra sensitive when
you're coming?"
	"Yeah, my tip gets very sensitive. I'm getting close.
I'm surprised I haven't come yet. You really know what
you're doing."
	"I'm going nice and easy because I know your orgasm's
going to be more intense if we take our time. With a
slow build-up, you shoot more and you shoot farther."
As I spoke, I drew his foreskin back down, sliding it
over the slippery wetness of his rim, until it once
more lodged behind the corona.
	"I'm getting close^Å." He muttered.
	"I know you are. Your tip's dark and I can feel how
it's gotten harder the last few seconds. Your tip's in
its final swelling now. Maybe you'd better just lie
back now." He reclined on the bed and I straddled his
legs, retaining my grasp on his shaft. I noticed he
was still holding mine.
	"Close^Å" he whispered as his eyes shut.
	"You can hold on to my prick while I'm working on
yours," I said. "If holding it gets you hot, then go
for it."
	"My tip's getting tingly^Å." He trailed off. I knew he
was right on the edge, and I slowed my pace to a
crawl, wanting to keep him at the moment of delicious
anticipation as long as I could. His balls were tight
against his body and his prick throbbed lightly as I
squeezed his shaft.
	Now I decided that the moment was right. I pulled his
foreskin quickly over the rim and as far up as I
could, then snapped it back down to give him a deep
and satisfying friction. His face tightened, his shaft
pulsed in my hand, and he let out a howl as the orgasm
hit him with the force of a hurricane.
	"AAAAAAAAAAGGGH!" he bellowed as a thick white jet
shot from his straining tip in an arc that landed
between his nipples. His prick pulsed again as I
pulled the foreskin up over the rim, crushing the
nerve endings, and a second torrent of cream blasted
through the lips of his long slit.
	"HAAAHHHHH!" he yelled again as his prick throbbed
and jerked between my tight encircling fingers and
another hot stream poured from the tip, which was now
clearly visible because I'd just skinned him back. Now
I understand why he needed to live in a detached house
instead of a thin-walled apartment.
	I watched his dark purple tip as the long slit lips
parted again to release another discharge, this one
reaching only to his navel. Now I just held his
foreskin tightly back%
2C remembering that his head became super-sensitive
during orgasm. The glossy purple head was straining
against the pressure of the blood that inflated it,
and gushed another large stream, but this one just
drooled from his slit and poured over my fingers. His
hand was still clasped tightly around my prick,
squeezing it each time he shot.
	Eric kept grunting, but not as loudly, as his orgasm
spent itself. His prick still throbbed, but now only
single drops oozed from his orifice. Several weaker
throbs followed, and finally he was still.
	I saw Eric's body relax as his breathing returned to
normal, and watched as he sank into the stupor that
follows an intense orgasm. His fingers uncurled from
around my prick and I went into the bathroom to rinse
his cream off my hands. When I returned his eyes were
open.
	"Man, that was really hot," he said. "I was in a daze
there for awhile."
	"You were really loud," I commented. "You were really
shooting, too. Look at where some of your cream
landed- high up on your chest."
	"That felt soooo gooood," he said. "Your hand on my
dick really made me shoot a lot more than I would have
if I'd only had my hand on it."
	"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "I really wanted
you to get your rocks off. Watching you coming was
almost as much fun as shooting my own load."
	"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked. "I'm
glad I put on a good show for you."
	"You really did, Eric. I was watching your face, saw
your eyes close, and then your mouth opened when you
yelled. I saw the first shot come blasting from your
tip. Then I pulled your foreskin up. The head was dark
purple, and I felt it throbbing through the foreskin
when you shot your second load."
	"Your dick's still hard, I see." His eyes had moved
to my groin.
	"Watching you kept me excited. It's a good thing you
were just holding my prick and not pumping it. I might
have shot too after your orgasm started." I snagged a
tissue from the box next to the bed and began cleaning
the cream from his body.
	"Don't touch my cock yet," he cautioned. "It's still
very sensitive." I worked around his abdomen and
dabbed at his pubic hair. Eric took a tissue and began
wiping the residue from the end of his softening
glans. I pressed a finger into the tube on the
underside of his shaft to milk out the last drops.
Finally, e pulled his foreskin up over the head, and I
saw that his slit was visible inside the thick ring.
 	"I guess that's it," I said. "You might have a
little dribble left inside you, but your foreskin will
catch it if it leaks out."
	"Yeah, I'm cleaned up. Thanks. Now it's your turn. I
want to see you shoot your load." He gently pushed me
flat on the bed and encircled my prick with his stubby
fingers.
	"Now I can relax, Eric. I know you're satisfied, and
I'm just going to be thinking of my own pleasure."
	"That's what I want you to do. Just relax and let me
work on your penis." His fingers exerted gentle
traction, working my foreskin down off the head in
slow stages.
	"That feels really good, your doing it slowly like
that. I can feel the nerves in my foreskin
stretching." He had about half the head uncovered now,
and he commented:
	"I noticed your slit pouts when the head gets hard.
It looks like a teardrop. Mine just stays shut." He
dragged my foreskin down another increment as I sighed
with delight and said:
	"Oh, that feels really good, going slowly like that."
As Eric pulled harder, the orifice of my foreskin
expanded over the contours of my helmet and was poised
on the rim. Another gentle tug and it snapped down
into the deep groove behind my ridge, forming a thick
fleshy collar. As he pulled the foreskin back from my
rim, he leaned forward to inspect my prick and
commented:
	"Your rim's got those little bumps around it on the
back side. I've seen those on some guys. They're the
nerve endings, aren't they?"
	"Yes they are," I replied. "They make my rim pretty
sensitive. You can make me come just by bumping my
foreskin against the rim." I reached between us and
grasped his soft prick, feeling the head move around
inside its sheath as I squeezed it.
	"Now that I've got your skin back, the head's
swelling even more. I guess the tight skin and my
fingers kept it from growing out. The head was pretty
big before, but now it's swelled a bit more."
	"Yours did too. I was looking at it pretty carefully
while I was skinning you back," I said. Now Eric began
a series of jiggling motions with my foreskin, bumping
my rim and drawing the thick fleshy collar back to
stretch its nerve endings. I felt the excitement
building in my groin.
	"Your tip's turning darker now. Tell me what you're
feeling," he urged.
	"I'm getting a tickle right in the rim,' I answered.
"That feels really good." Eric's skilled fingers were
rapidly moving my foreskin to bump the rim, fueling my
fire.
	"I think I know what you're feeling, but I want to
hear it from you. That really turns me on," he said.
As he spoke I felt his prick swelling in my hand.
	"I'll keep talking as long as I can, but that won't
be for much longer. That tickling feeling's all over
the head now."
	"I can see how excited you are. Your tip's really
dark now, and I can feel it's gotten harder. How does
it feel now?"
	"The head's all tingly now," I said. "You're going to
make me come!" My eyes closed as I withdrew into
myself and now my awareness of the world outside my
body faded because all my attention was focused on my
swollen, tingling helmet. I began to moan.
	"Okay, Jack, don't try to talk. Just concentrate on
the sensations." I felt his strokes slow as he spoke.
"I'm going to try to keep you on the edge, just like
you did to me." Now I was moaning loudly, helpless
against the rush of sensations filling my swollen
helmet.
	"Just relax, Jack. That tip of yours is really shiny
now. I'll be here when it starts to spit." I was
moaning even more loudly, and now I felt an ache in my
glans. I knew I needed release right now, but Eric's
stroking slowed even more, teasing my swollen helmet.
	"HUNHHHH!"  I cried out, poised on the edge of
orgasm. Suddenly, Eric's stroking picked up, and I
felt my crotch muscles tighten uncontrollably. A hot
rush of sensations filled my helmet and then shot down
to my cock-root, triggering my climax.
	HUNNNHHHHAAAHHHH!" I cried out, as I felt the first
hot jet shooting into my urethra, burning its way up
my tube like a torrent of hot lava. My entire body
tightened up as my prick shot its jet.
	"HUNHHH! HUNHHHHH!" I grunted again as the second
gush poured into my tube, rushing up my prick and
slamming through the lips of my orifice. I cried out
loudly and helplessly as another hot torrent began its
way up my shaft, and then I felt Eric's fingers
pressing into the underside of my prick, trapping the
fluid.
	Eric said something I didn't catch as his fingertips
pressed hard into my prick, compressing my urethra and
causing the pressure of the trapped fluid to build up.
My hips bucked uncontrollably as the mind-numbing
orgasm washed over me.
	I felt another hard contraction deep inside, the
resulting discharge adding to the pressure inside my
prick. It felt ready to burst, and yet another gush
poured out of my prostate, making me cry out in
blissful agony.
	Now I felt Eric's fingers release my shaft, although
he was still pumping my foreskin with his other hand,
and the huge torrent of fluid poured out of my tip. My
next contraction was weaker, as was the one following,
leaving me gasping for breath between groans. A few
more twitches of my cock-root followed, and then it
was over. I lay inert, exhausted by the effort, and
slowly my heartbeat and breathing returned to normal.
When I opened my eyes I saw Eric smiling down at me.
He'd pulled my foreskin forward to protect the
shrinking helmet.
	"Bet that was a surprise, wasn't it?"
	"Huh?" was all I could say, as I was still dazed by
the aftershock of my orgasm.
	"After you'd shot a couple of loads, I pinched your
tube shut. That made it more intense for you, didn't
it?"
	"It really did," I was able to whisper. "I didn't
know what was happening. It just seemed my prick was
going to explode."
	"I know," he said. "It's the same feeling like when
you're pissing and you squeeze your shaft to cut off
the flow." I'd done that a few times and knew what he
meant.
	"Anyway, thanks. That was really hot for me." My
voice was stronger now. Eric had placed a wad of
tissues over the end of my prick and was now milking
it.
	"Thanks for the show," he said. I had a front-row
seat."
	"Your prick's half swollen. Want another orgasm?" I
asked.
	"No, that can wait till later," he replied. Now he
lay beside me and we fell into a deep sleep.

The End