Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2005 07:25:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Probing Ed's Foreskin, Adult Friends, 1/1

Probing Ed's Foreskin
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Ed's prick throbbed in my fist as I steadied it,
tapping the well-defined glans through the long floppy
foreskin covering it. Each tap sent an erotic shock
wave through the turgid glans, heightening his
excitement. The fingertips of my right hand worked
around his cock, tapping the circumference of the
ridge, then underneath to probe for the hot spot under
the head, then behind the head to hit the groove
behind the flaring ridge. All of these secret places
were sensitive to my touch, and I felt Ed's excitement
grow as I tapped the end of his cock.
We'd met again after our first encounter, when he'd
docked me and made me shoot inside his long loose
foreskin as it totally encased my head. After my
orgasm, I'd skinned him back and massaged the naked
glans to give him one of the hottest orgasms he'd ever
experienced. As his ejaculations normally dribbled
from his long slit, he was surprised to see strings of
cream running up his chest when he'd opened his eyes
after climax. We'd decided to meet again for more fun
the following weekend.
Now that I'd gotten his cock completely hard, I
slipped my index finger deeper inside the long floppy
nipple of his hood, probing for the slit, then tracing
circles around it. This direct action on the head made
him draw in his breath sharply, and as I pushed my
finger in farther to stretch the foreskin's nerve
endings and massage the broad upper surface he began
to moan. I worked my fingertip around the sharply
flaring ridge, exploring its contours, ending up under
the head to massage the twin lobes where they met. I
pressed my fingertip into the frenulum, then began
strumming it from side to side. Now I worked my finger
up the other side of the shapely glans, watching the
outline of my finger making the foreskin bulge as I
caressed the corona to the top. Finally, I withdrew my
finger and began the next stage of bringing Ed to
orgasm.
I began drawing his long hood back over the head.
Limp, his foreskin extended two inches past the glans,
but with full erection, he had only an inch of
overhang left. That inch of precious foreskin had
stretched enough to cover my big purple fireman's
helmet last time we'd met, and the feel of it sliding
around my engorged cock-head had made me shoot
uncontrollably, filling his foreskin with my fluid
until it oozed from the edge of his hood and trickled
onto the towel.
Ed had promised me another docking session but when I
saw how excited he was, I told him that he needed a
hot orgasm first:
"Let's do you first," I said. "You're so hot and
bothered that you'll probably blast off even before
you dock me completely. I'd rather work on your cock
and make sure you have a really hot orgasm, instead of
just spilling your juice while trying to make me
come."
"That's really good of you, Jack," he said. "Want me
to lie back like last time?"
"Yeah, that'll work fine," I said as I pushed him onto
his back and spread the thick bath towel over his
stomach and chest. His cock was already half-hard, and
it took only seconds to work it up to full erection,
which was slightly longer than my six inches. I wanted
to get the head fully engorged before stripping him
back, because I knew the delicious sensations that
stretching the foreskin over a swollen glans produced
as the nerve endings tautened to their limit. Now was
the moment.
I'd begun by running my finger around the end of his
long floppy foreskin, which extended two inches beyond
the end of his glans when soft. I gently tickled the
edges of the orifice, stimulating the many nerve
endings. Then I slipped my finger inside to pinch the
skin all around the circumference, pulling and
stretching the nerve endings.
"That's a lot of skin," I commented, tweaking his
prepuce and exerting traction to produce erotic
stimulation.
"Yeah, I'm lucky to have that much. You know I
stretched it to get more overhang over the years."
He'd told me about his stretching exercises last time,
and how he'd gotten twice as much overhang as I had. I
have a longer than average foreskin that forms a
nipple beyond the head when soft, and still covers the
head entirely when hard, but he had much more skin
than I. Personally, I liked this, as it gave me a lot
to play with.
Still stabilizing his shaft with my left hand, I used
the fingers of my right to move the foreskin back
slightly, enough to move the overhang back over the
head. Ed sighed deeply, and I slid his skin forward
again. Then I moved it back farther, so that the
opening of his foreskin formed a dime-sized slot,
baring the tip of his glans, parted by a long slit
that reached almost down to the delicate cleft under
the head. Sliding his foreskin forward again, I paused
before exerting traction to pull it back a bit farther
than before, to an opening the size of a quarter to
expose the round front dome of the glans.
The end of his glans glistened wetly in the soft
light, and I watched a drop of clear fluid part the
lips of his long slit. Normally, neither Ed nor I
secreted much lube, but we were so turned on by each
other that my cock was oozing pre-come, and a drop
rolled out the end of my long foreskin.
Now I rolled his foreskin fully forward, then back to
bare his glans halfway. The full front come of his
helmet was exposed, and I poured a couple of drops of
Astroglide on it. This wasn't as much to lubricate it,
but because the glycerin in the lube produced a warm
feeling in the head, enhancing his sensations.
Pushing his precious prepuce forward to relieve the
tension, I reversed course and pulled it back so that
the edge widened to ride on Ed's flaring rim,
producing the maximum stretch in its nerve endings. Ed
moaned as the sensations filled his prick, and I saw
his legs quiver slightly although I'd admonished him
to relax because relaxing would prolong the build-up.
I stretched his foreskin forward beyond the end, and
began another cycle of retraction. This time, I eased
it back until it was tightly stretched around the
circumference of the rim, and a light pull brought it
back to snap into the deep groove behind it.
His denuded glans stood out proudly, displaying its
sculpted beauty. The shiny wet dome expanded rearward
to blossom in a fully flared ridge that stood high
above the shaft, although the deep groove behind it
was now filled with the thick pink fleshy collar of
retracted foreskin. The lips of his slit were
purple-pink, and the color darkened towards the rear
of the glans. The ridge was deep purple, and when I
pulled back harder on his foreskin I saw that the back
face of the corona was almost black, studded with
little buds containing nerve endings that would
produce joy when stimulated. Now I ran my fingertip
experimentally around the flaring rim, working down
one side to follow its contour as it swept forward to
meet the other half of his corona in a thin weld line
under the head.
The two halves formed a wide triangular groove between
them, filled with his thick frenulum, or gee-string
that connected the glans to the foreskin. I knew that
pulling back harder on his skin would stretch the
gee-string, producing a delicious sensation in its
nerve endings and pulling the front of the glans down
slightly to dip towards his low-hanging scrotum, which
had begun to tighten against his body.
"Relax, Ed, just try to relax," I said. "The more you
can relax, the hotter orgasm will be when it comes." I
knew that forcing himself to relax would help prolong
the delicious sense of anticipation when I brought him
to the edge, and when the orgasm finally broke like a
wave, it would overwhelm him and propel him to the
peak of joyful sensations. I wanted him to have a hot,
trembling, quaking, and howling orgasm that would fill
him with mind-numbing sensations.
As I kept tension on his gee-string I worked my
fingertips around the wet, slippery glans, feeling its
heat from the blood that filled it. Running my fingers
around the slit parting the front dome, I noticed that
his sac was now tight against his body, telling me
that he was nearing the peak. Now I massaged the
sharply flaring rim, feeling it lose its sponginess
and hardening under my fingers. Working my fingers
under the head, caressing his twin lobes and the
gee-string between them, I saw the head darken to a
deeper shade of purple. Now Ed was moaning steadily,
vainly trying to relax as my stimulation made his
stomach muscles tighten and his legs tremble.
A large drop of clear fluid parted the lips of his
long slit, and I worked it into the tender flesh
surrounding his meatus. He moaned more loudly, caught
up in the intense stimulation that filled his
cock-head. His breathing had become more rapid, and
his moans more intense as if he were being tortured.
Now I straddled his thighs, maintaining the hot
caresses on his naked glans, and felt his legs jerk
beneath me.
His shaft jerked hard in my hand, and I felt the glans
throb under my fingers as a loud cry escaped his lips.
A thick creamy jet erupted from his slit to arc
towards his chest. His cock throbbed again and another
spurt went on its way. His cries of joyful agony
filled the room, and I knew he was in the mindless
limbo of orgasm, overwhelmed by the intense
sensations. His prick shot again, then delivered
another spurt, but shorter this time. I eased up on
the stimulation, lightening my touch because I knew
that at any moment his throbbing glans would become
super-sensitive, but I kept the tension on his taut
gee-string.
When his prick throbbed again, the cream dribbled out
of the slit, coating his glans as I worked it in
delicately with my fingertips. The dark, shapely head
throbbed again as another heavy dribble oozed from its
central fissure, and I removed my fingers. I felt his
prick throb several more times as the fluid oozing
from his slit turned from white and creamy to clear.
He'd closed his eyes when he'd gone into orgasm, but
now he opened them and looked at me.
"WOW! That was hot! I think it was even better than
last time."
"I'm glad it was. I sure worked at it." Ed's cock was
softening now, the big helmet shrinking and retreating
into it fleshy covering.
"You know, you got me close to coming when you were
working your finger under the skin, all around the
head. My head's so sensitive that if you'd kept it up,
you'd have made me blast right then."
"I could feel that," I said. I backed off because I
wanted you to enjoy the ride. A long build-up makes
orgasm hotter, just like it does for me."
"I appreciate that. Now let's take care of you, buddy.
I want to dock you now that I'm soft and there's
plenty of room inside my hood." I lay on my side
facing him. Ed faced me, his limp penis flopping down
between us. He grasped my hard prick at the end and
began sliding my foreskin back in stages, as I'd done
to him. The feel of my tight foreskin stretching over
the contours of my swollen helmet was erotic,
enhancing the friction on the glans. I felt the hood's
nerve endings stretch delightfully, and I sighed. Ed
now had my foreskin poised on the rim of my glans,
stretched to the limit, and a slight pressure made it
snap down into the deep groove behind my high flaring
rim.
"You've got a nice sexy helmet on that cock," he said.
"I like the deep purple color, just like mine. That
rim looks hot too." He slid closer to me, so that the
end of his foreskin touched my cock-head, and began to
run it in circles around my orifice.
"Feels nice^Å." The touch of his foreskin on my tender
flesh was supremely arousing, and my cock twitched at
the contact.
"Your hole's different from mine," he said. "Mine's a
slit, but yours forms a teardrop." He ran the end of
his long foreskin around my helmet, exploring every
contour while I sighed in delight. His fingers never
touched my tip, just the smooth flesh of his foreskin,
as he worked it around my glans, circling the front
dome, then working back to the rim. Finally, he
pressed the tip of his fleshy sleeve into the hot spot
under the head, and my legs quivered in response.
He picked up his foreskin by the long nozzle and began
to stretch the orifice, bringing it closer to my
engorged cock-head. His long loose foreskin, well
lubricated by the Astroglide and the residue of his
ejaculati
on, slid easily over the front dome. Ed stretched it
farther, encasing the entire glans in his warm sleeve,
the gentle friction tickling my nerve endings. As his
cock was utterly limp, he had more room inside than
the last time he'd docked me, and he was able to slide
the luxuriant foreskin half-way down my shaft,
encasing not only the head, but my retracted foreskin
to form a thick annular bulge in his sleeve.
I felt his soft, shrunken glans pressing against mine
inside the hood of his cock, and I knew that soon I'd
be drowning it in hot cream. Ed's fingers now began a
back and forth sliding motion, massaging my engorged
cock-head and sending messages of joy to my brain. My
balls were tight against my body, as I'd been aroused
for a long time while bringing him to climax, and his
other hand cupped them. I felt his fingertips press
against my cock-root behind my tight sac, exploring,
feeling for throbs that signaled my rising excitement.
Ed now added a sensual twisting motion to the back and
forth reciprocation of his foreskin, heightening my
sensations. The sideways friction on my engorged
corona made my glans throb in response, and I felt
myself slipping down the slope towards the precipice.
A tickling feeling filled my glans, and I knew that no
matter how much I tried to relax, he'd have my load
soon.
The tickle in my swollen tip changed to a hot tingle,
and I felt my shaft and tip engorge even more as blood
flowed into them.
"I can feel your tip getting harder through the skin,"
he said as he massaged the skin around my glans. His
fingers were at least as sensitive as mine to feel the
glans lose its sponginess as it hardened. With the
increased swelling, I began to feel a pleasant ache in
my glans as it yearned for release, and my cock-root
began to throb in time with his strokes. My eyes
closed as he spoke again:
"There! I felt your cock-root throb. Won't be long
now. Get ready, buddy." His fingers continued their
maddening massage of skin on glans, taking long,
twisting strokes that fueled my fire. I felt my entire
body caught up in the sensations, tensing despite my
effort to relax. Now I felt a hot tingle begin in my
corona, quickly spreading all over the head and down
the shaft. My cock-root tightened in anticipation, and
suddenly convulsed to release the first jet. I was
floating as the explosion annihilated all conscious
thought, and my reflexes took over.
"I felt that." I heard him say in the distance as the
heavy pounding filled my crotch and a hot jet burned
its way up my tube. I cried out in helpless and joyful
agony as the burning fluid erupted from my tip to
bathe his glans and mine. Another hot convulsion
wracked my body as my cock-root pumped another load
through my prick, filling his foreskin and washing
over my throbbing cock-head. Another jet hurtled up my
tube, adding to the fluid filling his hood.
My prick jetted a couple more times, then settled down
to a delicious oozing as my sensations began to fade.
I could feel the stretching of my cock-hole as the
cream dribbled through it.
"OHHH, nice," I sad weakly as I opened my eyes to see
our cocks joined end to end, Ed's fleshy sleeve
stretched and ballooning with my ejaculation.
"Yeah, you really shot a load there. I felt every jet
as it hit my tip. Your juice felt so hot." My cock
began to shrink as my erection subsided, and soon it
was hanging, still encased in Ed's ample sleeve. He
drew back slightly and the end of my cock slid easily
from its well lubricated shroud.
"We need a shower," I suggested as Ed milked his
foreskin to expel a copious quantity of cream onto the
towel beneath our bodies. My foreskin was still locked
back behind my rim, and I milked my urethra to squeeze
out the residue.
"Let's go," he said as he got up and led the way to
the bathroom. He turned on the water, adjusting it as
hot as we could stand, and stepped in. He was skinning
back as I joined him, and we stood facing each other,
feeling the hot water sluicing down the front of our
bodies.
The hot water running over our naked helmets produced
an urge to pee. I relaxed my sphincter as I saw a
thick yellow stream begin to gush from Ed's long slit.
He held it up for me to see, and I watched the lips of
his slit spread widely to let the fluid gush in a
heavy torrent, some of it splashing on me. My flow
began a second later, and I relaxed, feeling the
sensual rush inside my prick as my stream burst out to
splash him.
"That's washing out the last of the juice," I said as
our streams slowed to dribbles. We were draining
ourselves, enjoying the aftermath of our sex play. We
rinsed ourselves thoroughly, and replaced the hoods
over our helmet heads. I stepped out of the shower as
Ed shut off the water, and we dried ourselves before
returning to the bedroom for a well deserved rest. We
knew without saying that we'd have another hot session
soon.

The End