Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2023 20:50:13 +0100
From: lowerdeguy@mail.com
Subject: Master Jacker - Part 5

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. None of the characters in the
story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary.

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Master Jacker - Part 5

Four rounds into intimate experiences with my circle of closest friends,
my head was starting to spin. My skin was both tingling with energy and a
bit crusty in places with a mixture of my cum and Chase's.  Was this all
a dream?

Wet dreams were extremely rare occurrences for me, but I feared that I
might be in one and that I might wake up to find that the amazing
realities I was living out in the moment were just illusions.  A literal
pinch of my skin didn't make my current reality fade, so I pressed
ahead.  Four down.  Two more to go.

As I stepped back out into the main room my friend Collin sprung up.
"I'm next," he declared. "I'm tired of waiting."

Collin stood out in our group for several reasons. First, his accent. He
was born in Ireland and words like "mate" and "wank" were still
natural parts of his vernacular. Then, there was his age. The transition
from the Irish schools to the US ones created a dynamic where he was
about one year older than the rest of us.  That contributed to his size,
as did his passion for rugby and the body type that the sport
precipitates. Then, there was, perhaps, the most significant difference
that distinguished him from most of the rest of the group, but not me.

Collin was the only one who, like me, was sporting the full original
equipment of an uncut dick.  With hippie parents like mine, of course I
was uncut.  But before Collin arrived, that was a bit uncomfortable as I
was the only uncut guy our friends knew.  While that made my junk a focus
of some interest, it was also a bit isolating. I felt like an outsider.
When Collin arrived, that feeling of isolation vanished for me. I was no
longer the only one with all natural junk and Collin's testimony that
most guys in Europe were also uncut made our physical differences from
our "mates" less of a minority position.

Anyhow, back to Collin. I'm sure you got a partial mental picture of him
when I said he played rugby.  He had the typical build -- larger, bulked
up, huge legs.  Oh, and then, in stereotypical Irish fashion, he was
red-headed with the correspondingly colored pubes, another cause for
fascination when we were younger.

With all of these differences, it's a good thing for Collin that he had
a decent amount of self-confidence.  He wasn't cocky, but his
differences didn't dent his self-concept, likely bolstered by the fact
that he was the second oldest brother of 5 (Catholic family) so he
wasn't the only ginger with an uncut dick in his house.

As Collin entered my room, things with him moved along at an average
speed. He didn't require as much prompting as Ben, but he also didn't
immediately drop trou like Chase.  He simply awaited instructions and
promptly replied meaning that in nearly no time this rugby bro was naked
and in my bed.

With all of his brothers around, merely being naked in front of another
guy was no impetus at all for Collin to bone up. In fact, boning up or
not boning up, as the case may be, was an issue for me. I'd just shot a
massive load frotting with Chase and my johnson needed to catch a breath
before another round.

There was no way around it, I had to level with Collin about part of
this. "Hey, bud, listen.  Four rounds in the pressure was getting me and
I kinda accidently shot one off when Chase was in here. So, I can't
really demo strokes for you like I'd hoped.  Are you cool if I just
perform them on you?"

Collin seemed a bit taken aback and I was afraid I had tanked things but,
after an awkward pause, he shrugged his huge shoulders and said,
"Whatever, mate. It's cool for me. Less work on my part if you do the
wanking, right?"

In my mind, I expected the session with Collin to be fairly a fairly
standard and rather vanilla one for tonight -- some simple demoing of
"wanking" techniques, much like with Chad.  But two things made this
session different. One came from me, the other from Collin.

Let's start with what I brought to the dynamic.  As I began to work
Collin's cock, I slowly became more and more transfixed by his uncut
tool.  I know that sounds crazy as I'm uncut as well, but because so
many videos out there include cut guys and because my eyes were more
often locked on a computer screen rather than on my own junk, I wasn't
that accustomed to really looking up close at a completely natural man
tool.

Not only was Collin's cock uncut, it was also just a beautiful piece of
meat. It wasn't the largest among our buds, but it was nothing small. It
was just very nicely shaped, and then there were those ginger pubes. As I
was giving him a hand job, I was transfixed by the sheer natural beauty
of a full and complete foreskin -- visible veins and all -- sliding back
and forth over a flared, leaking head. It was a beautiful sight of
completely natural manhood.

Then, there was Collin's part, his response. He really got into being
pleasured. As I worked him, with my prompting he relaxed more, spread his
legs, closed his eyes, and even went so far as to fold his arms back up
behind his head.  He was completely and utterly open to begin pleasured.
He was presenting his erect penis to be worked over fully with no
hesitation or shame and I had no problem with that.

Remembering some things I'd seen in some tantric massage videos, I sat
between Collin's spread legs.  The room was warm and his balls dropped
low. I worked them lightly with my hands for a while.  Using plenty of
massage oil, I then began to run my hands up his shaft slowly to the
head, alternating hands, and strokes, and pressure.  His cock and whole
body responded, surging at the touch.

As this went on it became apparent that Collin wasn't just  open to
being pleasured, he was down for being edged.  Initially, as he
approached any possible orgasm, he'd direct me. "Ease off, mate. Let's
take this a while."  But, over time, I learned to read the signs.
Collin no longer had to say anything. I saw it in the body, his face, his
balls, and, mostly, in his beautiful cock.  I became aware of changes in
pressure there as Collin went from erect to engorged, an edge that I led
him along. Then, when I saw his balls rise up some, I knew it was time to
back off.

Slowly, something about the dynamics shifted.  At first, Collin, sitting
back with his hands casually behind his head and his manhood proudly
presented for pleasuring represented a dynamic where he was in control.
It was almost a bit cocky. But, as I masterfully worked his member,
control was slowly and unquestionably transferring to me.

Collin was no longer merely presenting himself to be pleasured, he was
being pleasured at my will, through my contact, under my control. He was
in my hands, figuratively and literally.  He enjoyed relinquishing this
control and I relished in assuming it.  If I'd wanted to I'm pretty
sure I could have gotten him to beg for or admit anything.

Words and utterances ceased as we spent a prolonged period of time
communicating purely through non-verbal and physical signs.  His eyes
were closed, but his facial expressions spoke volumes as he went between
relaxation, pleasure, extreme excitement, and an urge to ejaculate that
could almost be perceived as pain.  At points, I was able to bring him so
close to the edge that he squirmed and whimpered.  Yes, I was in absolute
control of this big, rugby guy.

As the tension and pressure to cum grew for Collin, I would get him as
close to the edge as possible, then withdraw any contact and watch him
arch his back begging to release. The sight of his fully erect and
natural penis at absolute attention was so hot.  I kept at it for a while
and then, finally, when I withdrew and he was squirming, I placed my
hands back on his member and performed a few slow, tight strokes across
the shaft and head that brought him up to the edge and then, ever so
slowly, I took him over it into absolute bliss.

While I was prepared to see Collin shoot, I wasn't prepared for the
scale of the load that erupted from my friend.  It was thick, ropey, and
voluminous.  It first splattered his face and my pillow, then I heard
near thuds of shots hitting his broad chest. Then, finally, it oozed down
my hand which was still on his member as a continuing flow eventually
covering his ginger pubes and running down his sides.  And all of this
was accompanied by unfettered cries of "Fuck, mate! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!!!!" from Collin.

As reality returned, Collin found himself covered in sweat and jiz.  I
got up and went for a bath towel, no hand towel or washcloth would be
sufficient for this cleanup.  When I returned, Collin had not moved. He
was still recovering and almost unable to speak or move.

I let him just lay there as I softly wiped his seed from his chest and
groin. He then looked square at me, still unable to speak.  I placed one
hand tenderly on his square jaw to steady his face as I wiped the
remaining jiz from his cheek and neck in a moment of intimate connection
that I completely had not expected.  I had provided some powerful service
to my friend in the release he's felt.

Finally, Collin seemed to be regaining his full senses.  He swallowed to
clear his throat and hoarsely and quietly said, "Fuk, mate. That was
awesome. I didn't expect it to be so insanely good. Thank you."  Then,
the largest and possibly strongest of all of my friends struggled to
stand and put on his shorts and I kept a hand on him to make sure he
didn't topple.

Finally, with his shorts and a t-shirt on, it was time for him to step
back out to the main room.  We approached the door and Collin hesitated
for a moment and stopped.  He turned to face me with a partially dazed
look in his eyes, and said, "I'm gonna have to experience that again,
soon. Can we? Without all the others knowing?"

"Sure, bud. It's cool. I'd really like that," I replied.

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