Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2005 10:55:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sharing an Evening

Sharing An Evening
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd met Rex in the men's room at a rest stop on the
freeway, where he was using the diaper changing
facility now so commonly found in public restrooms. He
was about to put a fresh diaper on his infant son, and
I saw that the boy had a smoothly tapered cylinder,
unmarred by a surgical scar. I turned around and
walked out, happy that that kid had escaped
mutilation.
Later, that incident served as the starting point for
a jack-off fantasy. I lay down in my recliner, pulled
gently on my foreskin until my prick became hard, and
began my imaginary episode:
Upon seeing the boy's uncut prick, I said impulsively:
"Congratulations. Not many parents leave their sons
intact."
The father turned around with a smile. He was about 30
or 35, blond, about my height (six feet) and had a
square jawed face. We both wore glasses. He replied:
"Thanks. I wanted Henry to be like me, and enjoy his
intact penis when he got older."
"I'm sure he'll be grateful when he learns what it's
all about," I said. The man finished wrapping the
diaper around his son, put on his pants, and we walked
out together. It turned out that his Volvo was parked
next to my Honda, and we remained by our cars for a
while, chatting. He told me he lived in a subdivision
about an hour down the road, and had spent the weekend
with relatives. I'd been on a business trip, and lived
farther away, but still close by freeway. His name was
Rex, he was a lawyer in practice with his older
brother, and his wife had died in a traffic accident a
month after Henry had been born, almost a year ago.
Rex placed Henry into an infant seat behind the
driver's seat, and said:
"Let's continue this discussion at my place. Just
follow me, and you're welcome to stay for dinner, if
you wish." We continued down the freeway and after we
took his exit, turned and drove several blocks to an
attractive detached house with a large fenced back
yard. Rex had to unload his car, which left him little
time for fixing dinner, and I suggested that I get us
a pizza from the restaurant I'd noticed a couple of
blocks back.
"Hey, that's a good idea. I'd be grateful, especially
because they're a locally owned place, not a
mass-production pizza shop like so many these days.
Their pizzas are really good." I drove off, and was
back in half an hour with a large pizza.
"Hope you like sausage, pepperoni, and anchovies," I
said as I placed the box on his kitchen table and
opened it. "I forgot to ask you what you liked before
going."
"No problem, I'm not fussy. As it happens, I enjoy all
three." Rex had changed to a bathing suit and open
collar shirt, and told me he'd placed Henry in his
crib after feeding him. He pointed to a TV monitor in
the corner.
"I keep an eye on him at night. I also have a
microphone in there, and a portable receiver so I know
if he starts crying." He bit into a slice.
"I suppose you're uncut, too," he asked as he took
another bite.
"That's right. I still have what nature gave me, and
make the most of it."
"Figured you were, because of your age." I'd passed my
61st birthday a few days ago, and Rex was right.
Circumcision wasn't as common when I was born as it
had become during the following years. Now the
pendulum was swinging back, and fewer boys than before
were having their foreskins removed at birth,
especially since many doctors now said it didn't
prevent any problems.
"I've always enjoyed my hood," I said as I took
another slice. "I was married when I was 21. It lasted
only a couple of years, and since I've had to take
care of myself. You know how much fun beating off is
with all the tricks you can do with that skin."
"Oh, I know," he replied. "I like pulling, twisting,
and all the other things that make my cock feel good."
Hearing this, I decided to take the plunge.
"The best thing, of course, is another man's hand on
my prick and foreskin," I said with feeling. This was
it. Either he'd accept the idea, or ask me to leave at
this point. Rex smiled.
"Yes, I'm with you. Maybe we can try it on after we
eat, hey?" I nodded affirmatively, between bites.
"I guess we both feel horny," Rex added, just as the
sound of Henry's cry filled the room.
"I'd better go see what's happening," he said as he
put down his slice and got to his feet. "Probably
needs to be changed." He was back in five minutes,
saying:
"Yeah, he was just wet. No problem. I dried him and
put on a new diaper." Rex finished his slice and
reached for another. Within the next ten minutes we'd
finished the pizza and were showing satisfied grins.
"I'm still tense after a day of driving. I know an
orgasm will relax me," I said.
"I'm with you," Rex replied. "Nature's tranquilizer
always works fine for me." He reached into the leg of
his bathing suit and pulled out the end of his cock. I
saw it was a long tapered cylinder, without a hint of
glans bulge, and came to a tight pucker at the end.
"Well, I'll show you mine, too," I said as I began to
disrobe. When I was naked and had sat down again, Rex
pulled his chair around the table next to me and took
off his shirt and bathing suit. I noted that he had a
slim build, like mine, but without the thickening
around the waist that I'd accumulated over the years.
"I really like that cock," he said. "You've got even
more skin than I do, and I like the way the big head
bulges through your hood." He reached for my prick,
rolling the long foreskin nipple between two fingers.
I grasped the end of his foreskin and squeezed gently,
feeling the slippery glans slide back under the hood.
Now I could see the outline of his rim through the
covering skin. I pulled out on his foreskin, watching
the skin stretch and the wrinkles become smooth. Both
our cocks were becoming hard with this attention, and
I saw the foreskin begin to roll back from Rex's tip
as his cock swelled.
Rex's cock was tipped by an arrow-head, narrow point
swelling to a large rim, roughly triangular in shape
when seen from the top. Normally, his flange was
compressed by the tight tapering foreskin, but now it
flared to full beauty, with a dark purple back-face
studded with nerve endings.
"That feels good," he said as I slowly stroked his
hood back slightly from the end of his tapering glans.
I saw the dime-sized opening stretch slightly more
with each back-stroke, and I knew this was arousing
him.
"Man, you really know how to handle a cock" he said as
I continued to stretch his foreskin in slow stages. "I
like that stretchy feeling. I think I could come just
this way, if you kept it up long enough."
My prick was now full-hard, but my big head was still
covered by foreskin. Rex began pulling back on the
covering hood, and I too felt the delicious stretchy
feeling as the nerve endings were pulled to tightness
and then let go, only to be pulled again a second
later. The thick pucker at the end began to dilate,
and now was baring the front of my glans with each
pull. The head was fully engorged under its hood, and
Rex pulled my foreskin back to expose the big dome
with the come-hole in the center.
"Hey, you've got one of those teardrop shaped holes
just like I do," he exclaimed as he pulled my hood
back. I had pulled his skin back and seen his orifice
filled with clear lubricant, a sure sign that he was
fully aroused. He reached over with his other hand and
began to trace small circles around my orifice, now
seeping lubricant as well. The light friction was
exciting, and I decided to do the same to him. I held
his hood half-way back with my right hand, and used my
left index finger to dip into the drop of lube at the
front of his glans, then worked it in small circles
around the opening, caressing the inside of his
foreskin opening as well.
"I think we'd better go in the bedroom," he said. When
I shoot, I'm going to drop a really heavy load." He
led me toward his bedroom, and pulled several towels
from the bathroom. Rex spread one on the bed, and we
lay down facing it and each other. Now I pulled Rex's
skin all the way back, then swept it up over the head
again, giving him a long full stroke that almost
covered the tip to arouse him further. His hand closed
around my cock once more.
"I like the long action you get with your foreskin,"
he commented. "You can pull it all the way out beyond
the head even when hard, but then pull it back right
off the rim. That's really beautiful. I like the head,
too. You've got a big helmet type, with a nice flaring
rim. I bet that's really sensitive," he added as he
ran a finger around my bared corona to send shivers up
my spine. I saw that his cock was almost seven inches
from bade to tip, longer than mine, which measured
exactly six inches to the end of my helmet when the
foreskin was drawn back.
"Your cock smells nice," he said. "It's almost the
same smell as mine. I love that male aroma. It gets me
hot." I knew what he meant, as I was almost
overwhelmed by the delicious odor of his foreskin.
"Hey, I love your smell and I just love what you're
doing," I answered. "You'll have me coming fast if you
keep it up." Rex slowed his caressing, and squeezed
the shaft of my prick hard.
"No, I don't want you to come too fast," he said.
"Let's take our time and enjoy it." I slowed my
strokes on his cock, and lightened the pressure.
"Yeah, I always enjoy it more when I take my time," I
said. "Going slowly lets my excitement build up over
time, and when I finally come, it's more intense for
me. How about you?" I asked.
"You're right. That's the way I get more intense
orgasms too," Rex said. Then, when I finally let
myself cream, I really blast my juice. I shoot about
three feet when I do it right, and the feeling's just
wonderful."
Both our pricks were fully engorged, the heads almost
the same shade of purple, and we each proceeded very
slowly so as not to make the other come inadvertently.
We were both seeping lots of lubricant, which helped
soften the sensations and control our arousal.
Facing each other, our cocks were almost head to head,
and I saw our ball-sacs close against our bodies. I
reached down and tickled the hairs on Rex's balls,
making him sigh. Then I cupped his balls gently as I
continued to stroke his rigid cock. We continued like
this for several more minutes until rex called a
break.
"I can't go on without shooting," he said. "I hope you
don't mind stopping for a minute," he added. "Give us
a chance to cool off."
"No, you're right," I replied. "I really can't edge
the way some guys can, and I need to stop every now
and then, otherwise I just go into orgasm before I
want to."
Our cock began to soften after a minute, and I reached
out to grasp Rex's shaft again, once more pulling back
on his tapering hood. Lubricant ran down over my
fingers and dropped onto the towel. He clasped my
prick and pulled back on my hood, this time in one
long stroke that bared the bulging head down to the
rim. I gave his cock-skin an extra pull and watched
the tension on his gee-string pull the glans down in
the direction of his balls.
"Your cock does that too," I commented. "That really
fells nice for me when there's a hard pull on my
skin." Rex tugged even harder to make my cock-head
dip, sending messages of pure pleasure down my prick.
"Want to go first?" Rex asked, as he continued to
stroke my long hood up and down my flaring helmet.
"If it's okay with you," I replied, enjoying the
sensations he was pouring into my swollen cock.
"When I jack off," he said, "I relax completely,
trying to make it last. Is that what you're doing?"
"Yeah, I'm completely relaxed now. I really like
receiving the stroking you're giving my cock."
"I relax completely, until I feel a tickle in my tip,"
he said. "Then it feels like a tickle, a feeling that
I want to pee. I know I can't pee with a hard-on, but
the sensation builds up until I feel I have to pee, no
matter what. That's what tells me I'm gonna come."
"I
'm getting that feeling now," I said. " I feel like I
have to pee, really bad. I know something's going to
happen soon." Rex continued to stroke my long hood up
and down my engorged cock-head, captivating me with
sensation, and I stopped strokig his prick as I
concentrated on my sensations.
"I can tell I'm really reaching you," he said. You're
right in the final stage, ready to come, because
you've stopped stroking my prick."
"Yeah, I am; keep doing it. I'll be coming soon." His
insistent hand continued working on my engorged cock,
but suddenly he stopped, grasping my penis between two
palms and beginning a back and forth stroking,
twisting my foreskin between his rotating palms.
"This'll get you coming fast," he said, as he built up
the sensations on my cock. "I like this stroke,
because it makes me blast off really fast." His palms
worked my foreskin, and I felt the tickle in my tip
change to an urgent tingle.
"I'm almost there," I gasped. "Keep on doing it!" My
cock-head swelled even more, turning darker purple, as
the tingling built up so that it was almost
unbearable. "I can't stand it any more," I cried out.
"You're going to make me come!" The first heavy throb
began in my cock-root, and I closed my eyes as the
sensations overwhelmed me.
"You're coming," Rex cried out. "I can feel your cock
throb." My cock throbbed, and the first burning gush
erupted, shooting up my tube and making me writhe in
helpless abandon, as the cream parted the lips of my
orifice."
"That's it, shoot!" I heard him say distantly, as my
cock drooled the first load of jizm.
"You're dribbling, really a lot," he said. "Your cock
dribbles, right? Mine shoots. I bet it still feels
good for you." My cock throbbed again, and another
gush of juice rushed up my tube to drool from my
engorged tip. I cried out in delighted agony, savoring
the overpowering sensations that numbed my mind and
wracked my body.
I was torpid upon the bed, my cock erupting under his
touch, enjoying the out of body feeling that dominated
my consciousness. I was in the abyss of orgasm,
totally controlled by Rex's hands, as he worked to
give me the most powerful orgasm he could. I cried out
again and again, responding to his strokes that
inflamed my swollen tip and brought forth my gushes of
cream.
Rex continued to caress my penis until I cried out
that I couldn't stand any more because I was spent,
and he relented, slowing his strokes as the last
precious drops dribbled out of my cock-head. He
stopped, and began wiping the last drops from my tip
with the towel, then pulled my hood forward to cover
the precious head.
I recovered quickly and said:
"Now it's your turn, lover. I'll give you a really hot
blast-off." I began stroking his prick with both
palms, giving him the same intense stroking he'd given
me, until I felt his glans swell and harden between my
palms.
"It feels like I've got to pee," he groaned.
"You're right there. Just relax and hold on," I urged,
as I redoubled my efforts. His entire body stiffened
and his jaw clenched as he tumbled over the brink into
orgasm. His cock throbbed between my palms and I saw a
powerful jet of white cream shoot from his engorged
tip onto the towel. His cock throbbed again as he
cried out, helpless as I stroked another load from his
throbbing body. Jet after jet erupted from his dark
purple tip as I wordlessly urged him forward with my
compelling strokes. Rex's eyes were closed, and his
head was thrown back, as he tumbled into the free-fall
of orgasm, his body on automatic, his mind on hold.
His hot cock pulsed in my hands, spewing forth the
chlorine-smelling fluid, as I worked my palms
relentlessly on his swollen prick. His jets shot into
the air, to fall back onto the towel, with some hot
drops falling on my encircling fingers, as I grasped
his shaft and worked the hood back and forth over his
hot, swollen tip. Now I skinned him back completely,
and wrapped my other hand around the dark purple tip,
lubricated by his pre-coital fluid and his jizm, and
twisted my fist around the tender, sensitive surface.
I stared avidly at the beauty of his dark purple glans
jetting gushes of fluid, knowing that he was
experiencing the same delicious sensations he'd given
me only a couple of minutes before.
Rex cried out helplessly as I twisted my fist around
his hot purple tip, stimulating him to further spasms,
and the hot fluid erupted and ran down my fingers as
his engorged cock responded to my tender torture. He
threw his head back and howled in joyful agony as I
pulled each ejaculation from his body, making his cock
throb as it spewed jet after jet.
Finally, it was over. He relaxed, and I stopped
stroking him, watching as his engorged penis began to
shrink and soften. The last drops oozed from his
beautiful teardrop and I wiped them away carefully
with the edge of the towel, knowing that I had to go
slowly because his superheated tip was very sensitive
at that moment.
My prick was still hard in my hand when the fantasy
faded, and I realized that I had not yet come. I had
been stroking it slowly, languidly as I fantasized,
but now grasped it between both palms, eager to reach
climax after the long build-up. As I rotated my
foreskin around the bulging tip, a strong tickle built
up in the rim, then spread to the whole head, giving
me an overpowering urge to pee. I kept stroking, and a
couple of seconds later a powerful throb in my
cock-root told me that I was on my way. The last thing
I saw as I closed my eyes was a thick surge of white
cream erupting from my distended meatus, flowing down
onto the towel I'd laid on my stomach.
I writhed in ecstasy, groaning in pure pleasure, as
each pulse shot up my tube. The hot cream burned my
tissues as it rushed up my prick, and I was lost in
the free-fall of orgasm. A few more seconds, and it
was fading. I opened my eyes to see the last thick
drops oozing from my tip as I returned to normal. My
cock was completely satisfied, and I wondered what the
subject of my next fantasy would be.

The end