Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2005 06:21:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lubricant, Encounters, 1/1

Lubricant
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

One of the most pleasant experiences I had with
lubricant occurred after I bought a bottle of a new
brand of silicon oil at an adult store. I was browsing
through the items on the wall, and these included
dildoes, vibrators, and other sex toys. One of the
clerks, a chunky guy with a mustache about 28 years
old, approached and asked if he could help me find
something. I replied that I was looking for lubricant,
and he told me he had several brands in the showcase
near the cash register. He recommended one particular
brand, which he said was better than most others.
 "Was that your experience?" I asked. He hesitated,
then said he did use it often because he'd found it
more satisfying than other brands he'd tried. It took
very few drops to do the job because it was
extra-slippery. He added that it wasn't messy, because
it was easier to clean up than many other brands.
"I guess you mean for beating off," I suggested. He
replied that that was what he used it for.
"It doesn't dry out and isn't irritating," he
explained. I told him that I had a different use for
it, lubricating my foreskin. His eyes widened
slightly, and I explained; "Well, I like the feel of
my wet cock-head sloshing around inside my foreskin,
and normally I don't secrete enough natural lube to
make it wet the way I like it."
"You're uncut?" he asked. When I nodded, he continued:

"Gee, I wish I was uncut." That clearly explained his
need for lubricant while masturbating. Most cut guys
use lubrication, even if they have enough slack shaft
skin to pull over the head or rim, because it's less
irritating than dry friction. Several have told me
that it's far more satisfying, as well. I took the
bold step of asking:
"Are you going to use some tonight?" Surprised, he
nodded "yes." I went on; "Well, if you don't mind, we
might get together and show each other how we do it."
He seemed to like the idea, and gave me his address,
asking me to show up at seven, after he'd had a chance
to eat and shower. He told me that he hadn't had an
orgasm for a week, and I replied that by coincidence,
I'd gone six days without release. It was only then
that we introduced ourselves. I told him my name is
"Jack," and he said he was "Bob." I paid him for a
bottle of silicon oil and left.
I was there five minutes after seven, and when he
opened the door I saw he was wearing just a bathing
suit. He noticed my glance, because he said:
"Hot night. I like to keep cool." The air conditioner
was going, bleeding the heat from his apartment into
the warm night air. We were both about six feet, but
Bob was heavier than I, with a roll of fat around his
middle. I didn't mind, as he didn't seem really out of
shape. Bob was brown-haired, as I am, but I had no
mustache. Bob motioned me into the bedroom, where
there was a queen-size, and a small stack of towels.
Pointing to them, he said:
"To avoid getting the bed wet." He smiled and slowly
pushed down his bathing suit. I quickly stripped off
my shirt, but by the time I was dropping my pants and
shorts, he was totally naked, his half-hard cock
stretching down in an arc in front of his pubes. Bob
was a "shower," with a large prick that didn't expand
much with erection, but merely stiffened. I'm a
"grower," with a small three-inch penis that doubles
in size when it gets hard. I finished stripping and
let him see my equipment, which he found even more
interesting than I found his.
Spreading a couple of towels on the bed, he motioned
me to sit facing him, and he put his spread legs over
mine, inching forward so that our cocks were within
easy reach. I gently pinched his large, plum-shaped
glans, and his cock began to rise. I slid the other
hand up his thigh so that my fingers touched his
groin, where I could feel the throbs in his cock-root
when I pinched his tip.
As his cock swelled, I noted that it was about the
same size as mine, a little over six inches, with a
shapely purple head that sported a high, curving
ridge. The skin just behind the head was pink until
the brown circumcision scar about an inch back from
his rim. I decided his cock was definitely handsome,
especially when I saw the lips of his piss-slit pout
to form a neat oval, unlike some slits I'd seen on
other guys that merely gaped loosely.
"You've got a nice head on your dick," I commented.
"That flaring rim looks nice." Meanwhile, Bob had
grasped my foreskin tip and was rolling it between his
thumb and forefinger.
"I like foreskins," he whispered as he played with
mine. "I like the way they work, and the way they let
you stroke the head. I guess they didn't cut babies as
often when you were born," he added, his way of
acknowledging that I was about 20 years older than he.
My prick was swelling in response, and Bob got an
eyeful, as I'd had of his. I have a big head, shaped
like a Darth Vader helmet, fully covered by a long,
funnel-shaped foreskin that extends about an inch
beyond the tip when I'm soft. Right now, my foreskin
was sliding easily over the tender tissues underneath
because I'd squirted in a generous dose of lube before
coming.
Bob was clearly curious about exactly what was under
my long, thick hood, especially since he could see its
outlines bulging through my foreskin. Now that my cock
was full-hard, he slipped my hood back to expose the
wet, slippery head. He tugged harder, bringing my
high, curved ridge into view as he slid the foreskin
all the way back to form a thick collar behind the
glans.
"You've got a nice cock-head," he exclaimed, as he
slowly pulled the protective hood forward again. "I
like the way your slit looks like a tear-drop," he
added, as his fingers closed around my sleeve and
began a pleasant back-and-forth motion. As he'd been
speaking I'd been caressing his cock, adding silicon
oil from the bottle he kept by the bed, and now I was
massaging his shaft and glans in a long, rhythmic
stroke. I liked the feel of his hot meat under my
fingers, and ran them over the ridge and the broad
upper surface of his cock-head.
I saw a drop of clear liquid appear in the oval at the
end of his glans, and I gave his cock a twist as I
stroked it. I knew from other cut guys that they
enjoyed this twisting motion a lot, and i wanted to
give Bob some intense sensations. Uncut guys like the
twisting stroke too, and when Bob took a firm grip on
my hood and twisted it as he stroked it back, I had to
catch my breath. When he twisted the other way on the
forward stroke, I gasped.
"Better slow down," I said. "Let's get you done first,
then you can do me." He nodded and I felt his grip on
my cock loosen slightly as he slowed his stroking. I
gave his beautiful cock-head another twist as I
stroked it, working my way back to the sensitive
tissue behind the head. Then I pressed a finger into
the deep groove under the head, caressing the strip of
skin I found there, because I knew that this was as
sensitive as his ridge. Now I pumped his cock several
times, fast strokes that made his eyes open wide as
the sensations hit him. Slowly, he slid back on the
bed until he was flat, giving me even better access to
his groin as I adjusted my position. His hand was
still on my cock, and I knew that feeling my
thick-foreskinnned cock was a turn-on for him.
"Are you a dribbler or a blaster?" he asked as he gave
my cock another slow pump.
"Oh, I really shoot my load,' I replied. "You'll see."
"Good. I like to see the load really shoot. I'm that
way too. When I come, I shoot big jets," he said. "I
only dribble when I'm tired." Now I clamped my other
hand around the base of his cock to stop the return
flow of blood. I know that men's cocks normally swell
even more just before they come. Mine does, and so did
the cocks of practically all the guys I'd given hand
jobs to, and Bob's cock was no exception. I just
wanted to help him along.
I watched his glans get darker purple, and felt it
grow even harder in my hand. His ridge really stood
out now, and clear lube was pouring from his hole,
mixing with the oil. Bob's eyes were closed, and I saw
his legs begin to tremble. His stomach muscles
tightened, and I felt a throb underneath my encircling
fingers about half a second before the first load of
white disgorged through his oval hole.
"Hahhhh," he went, as the full shock of orgasm hit
him, and I twisted my fist on his throbbing glans to
bring on another spasm. Bob shuddered as his cock
jerked in my hand, another thick jet of white cream
surging from his tip. I felt his fist tighten on my
prick, but I was nowhere near climax. Bob yelped again
as yet another stream of thick juice erupted to pool
on his stomach. The first jets had shot forcefully
from his dick, but now they just spurted. As his cock
continued to throb in my hand, the pulses grew weaker
and eventually stopped. A thin drool of white ran from
his tip down onto his stomach, and I felt his hand
release my prick.
 The hammering effect of orgasm on his nervous system
had plunged him into a daze, and he was very still for
a couple of minutes. I wondered if he's simply go to
sleep as some guys do after coming, leaving me to fend
for myself. However, his eyes opened, he smiled at me,
and said:
"Your turn." I lay back as Bob crouched over me,
grasping my prick and pumping the slippery hood up and
down over the hot hard glans. He began using long
strokes, skinning it back all the way to bare the
head, then pulling the fleshy sleeve all the way
forward to engulf my blunt tip. Lubricant ran over his
fingers, and he tightened his fist to retain his grip.
I felt a tickle begin in my swollen ridge, brought on
by the slap of skin on skin as he furiously pumped my
prick. My entire glans became tingly, and I felt my
shaft ache as my prick went into its final swelling.
"Your tip ain't spongy anymore," Bob observed as he
continued to pour sensations into my eager prick. I
tried to relax to prolong the build-up, but the
sensations were too much, forcing me over the edge.
The tingle felt like an urge to pee, but nothing came.
Instead, my cock felt like it was swelling even more,
and a sudden flash of sensation shot through me as my
cock-root began pumping out its hot jets. My eyes were
closed, and I heard nothing. My entire world was in my
cock, throbbing hard, as jet after jet of burning hot
juice burned its way up my tube. It felt as if every
drop of liquid in my body was forcing its way out
through my swollen prick-head, each spasm sending me
deeper into the free-fall of orgasm. More jets shot
from my dick to land on my stomach, and after an
eternity it was over. I opened my eyes to look into
the gaze of this man who had given me such wonderful
sensations, and saw him smiling down at me.
"I'd like to dock with you next time," he said. He
wanted to insert his glans inside my foreskin to feel
what it was like to have a hood on it. I couldn't
blame him. I wanted him to, and wanted him to feel the
hot sensations of real, live foreskin stroking his
cock-head, wanted to feel his glans swell inside my
hood, and feel the hot jets as he filled my hood with
his come.
"Sure," I said. "We'll dock next time. You'll love
it."

The end