Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 03:24:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Danny

I'd first met Danny when I was 11 and he was a year
older. We were in boarding school, and our two weeks
together before his parents took him away were
memorable. In short, Danny introduced me to
masturbation, and although I was too young to
ejaculate, I always remembered him vividly.
Danny's maturing glans bulged out of his foreskin,
unlike mine which still hid under its hood, forming a
little tassel. He's stroke his skin sleeve back and
forth until he went rigid, became glassy-eyed, and
he'd pant as spurts of white juice erupted from his
pink tip. Imitating him, I'd just jiggle my little
prick, which remained soft, and it was not until a
year later that I had my first intense dry orgasm that
left me dazed.
Now I saw him across the room at a convention, and I
wasn't even sure it was him. It took only a moment to
verify that he was THE Danny who had shared a room
with me all those years ago, and very soon we were
once more alone together in a room, across the street
from the convention hall. My hotel room was on the
floor above his, and we decided to go there after
flipping a coin. We spoke hurriedly, exchanging
information about the intervening years, as we rode up
in the elevator. Neither of us had ever been married,
and we didn't have any girlfriends, which led to the
next step. Once inside, we disrobed quickly, and I saw
that his prick still looked the same, although
significantly larger than when I'd last seen it.
He still had his foreskin, which half-covered his
rapidly swelling glans. This made me happy, because
I'd known other guys who had been circumcised by
knife-happy or money-hungry doctors, if not at birth
then when they were children, still too young to
protest. Danny's eyes flicked to my cock, and he noted
that I was still intact, with the same long, pendulous
hood covering my bulging cock-head and tapering to a
tight pucker beyond the glans.
"Still got your skin, don't you?" he asked
rhetorically. "I still got mine an' I use it a lot,"
he added as he began stroking his flesh back and
forth. I saw his healthy pink glans emerge and swell
as he drew the skin back, and a drop of clear dew
appeared at the end, parting the lips of his slit. My
prick was swelling even without my touching it as I
watched Danny do what had fascinated me years ago.
We sat side by side on the bed and Danny grasped my
foreskin between two fingers, pulling on the end and
stretching it far beyond the helmet. He began rolling
the pucker between thumb and forefinger, making the
skin slide over my sensitive tip, and within seconds
my cock was hard and seeping lubricant. Danny's touch
made my prick tingle, and I knew this was partly
emotional because I had really liked him, and still
did. This wasn't a cold sexual contact with a
stranger, but a warm sharing of pleasure.
Gingerly, he tested the tightness of my long foreskin,
pulling back on it to expose the front of my glans.
Clear lubricant oozed out over his fingers as more of
the glossy wet purple dome came into view, until he
had pulled the hood back right to the rim, which still
lay shrouded.
Danny's prick was a "grower," not a "shower," unlike
some guys who have large pricks when limp but
erections not much longer. Danny's prick was small
when limp, and grew to full size with erection. Now,
it stiffened and lengthened in my hand until it had
attained a bit over six inches, about the same as
mine. Because his hood was shorter than mine, it
naturally drew back as his swollen glans poked its
glossy nose out of it. His foreskin lay back tightly
on his shaft, leaving the head completely bare. The
aroma from his wet cock-head was about like mine,
heavy and musky, but clean.
I felt Danny's fingers tighten on my prick as he gave
one last tug and stripped the foreskin right off the
rim. "I'd wanted to do that before, but it wouldn't
skin back," he remarked. I remembered how he had
tugged at my tight foreskin which would not come off
the head at that age, in contrast to Danny's hood,
which was always loose and supple, and slid right off
the head each time his prick got hard.
The following year, my parents had taken me to the
doctor for a physical examination, and my mother had
come into the examination room with me while my father
had remained outside reading a magazine. The doctor
had had me strip completely, and while I was on the
examination table he'd tried to pull my foreskin back.

"Your boy needs circumcision," he'd told my mother,
and he'd signaled his nurse to begin anesthesia. She
placed the black mask over my face and told me to
breathe deeply. "We're going to put you to sleep for
the next part of the examination," she said as I
inhaled the sharp fumes. Not knowing what
"circumcision" meant, I wasn't even anxious as the gas
began to take effect. I was just slipping away into
unconsciousness when my father stormed into the room
and ordered the doctor to stop.
"Hell, mine wouldn't skin back until I was 15," he
said. "Let's give it a little time." He helped me off
the table, and watched as I put on my clothes. Later,
I realized that that had been a close call. The
foreskin I adored would have been removed and thrown
into the trash can if my father hadn't been there and
if my mother hadn't gone out to tell him what was
happening. My tender tip would have dried out and
become desensitized, and I would have been deprived of
the delicate sensations of foreskin stroking.
Now Danny had peeled my foreskin all the way back, and
it lay bunched into folds behind the high purple rim.
Danny lowered his head and I felt the warmth of his
lips engulfing my glans. A shiver ran through me as
the sensations poured into my swollen cock-head, and i
felt a throb in my cock-root as a surge of lubricant
shot into my tube.
"Tastes nice an' salty," Danny said as his tongue ran
over the front of my glans, then down to the rim and
around the groove. I bent down and kissed Danny's pink
tip, tasting the delicious salty tang of his pre-cum
as I took the entire head into my mouth. My tongue
probed around his rim, descending to the magic
triangle under the head where the gee-string was
attached. This was his hot button, and Danny moaned as
I licked the strip of skin in the triangular groove.
Danny was working his head up and down now, his lips
pumping over my cock-head's contours and bringing me
closer to coming. I felt his cock-head swell and
harden, losing its sponginess, as I brought him
closer. Suddenly, he removed his mouth from my cock.
"Let's finish off by hand," he said. "That way, we can
time our orgasms better." I knew what he meant. Most
of the time, it's nicer to cum one after the other,
instead of both at once. That way, we can concentrate
on giving the other a super-hot orgasm, instead of
being caught up in our own sensations.
Danny began pumping my foreskin slowly, watching as it
rose over the rim and ran down the long down-hill
slope to the end of my glans. Danny's foreskin
remained tightly back, too short to cover any of his
glans during erection.
"Good thing I lube a lot," he said, as his slippery
secretion ran over my clasping fingers. "I usually
leave it back and do it with my hand." I pumped his
prick with a rotating motion, which had him tightening
his muscles within a few seconds as he anticipated the
thrill of release.
"You go first," I said, as I clasped his hard, swollen
cock with both hands. "I'm gonna give you a snake
bite." I held his glans in my upside-down left fist,
while my right grasped his shaft below the head. I
twisted my hands in opposite directions, stretching
his nerve endings sideways to produce an overwhelming
sensation that made his lips draw back from his teeth.
Danny groaned, then cried out, as the sharp sensations
bit into his tender tip and brought out his first
stream. The white jet shot into the air, arcing down
onto his stomach, as his swollen cock throbbed in my
hand. His cock throbbed again and again until the last
discharge just dribbled out of his pouting slit and
onto my fingers. Danny took a deep breath and his body
relaxed.
After a couple of minutes, he recovered enough to
resume pumping my foreskin up and down over my swollen
tip, covering and uncovering the big purple helmet and
heightening my sensations. Drops of clear lubricant
poured from my tear-drop shaped opening, wetting my
head and hood and running down over his encircling
fingers.
"Your tip's getting darker," he murmured as he
continued stroking, and I could feel the final
swelling that brought extra blood into my glans. My
cock-rim began to itch, and then tickle, as a need to
urinate filled my body. I knew I didn't have to pee,
and that this was the precursor to the hot tingle that
would send me over the edge in a moment. The tickle
grew more intense, and spread from the rim all over my
turgid helmet. Suddenly, a hot tingle filled my
cock-head, traveled down to the root, and I felt the
thud-thud-thud of orgasm deep inside as the first
burning hot jet filled my penis and shot from the end.
I threw my head back, my eyes closed, and I was lost
in sensation as my body responded to Danny's stroking.

Each jet felt like a stream of hot lava, burning its
way up my prick, then shooting from the lips of my
tear-drop hole. I felt the hot droplets on my stomach,
and groaned in sweet agony as the sensations filled my
cock. Danny's fist stroked my thick hood up and down
my cock-head until I'd finished shooting, then he
pulled my foreskin all the way forward to protect the
tip as my cock began to shrink.
We lay together on the bed, enjoying the afterglow,
not quite dropping off into sleep, and in less than 30
minutes we were again aroused. We were so turned on by
our reunion that we were eager for sex again. This
time Danny suggested another way:
"Let's you go first this time. You've got a long
foreskin, and I'll rub it sideways, between my hands,
and I'll cum after you're finished." He kneeled on the
bed next to my stomach, and clasped my rapidly
stiffening prick between his palms, rubbing them back
and forth quickly to twist my foreskin around the head
and shaft. This made my cock hot and tingly, because
I'd never experienced such intense sensations before.
Danny was obviously more sexually sophisticated than I
was.
I clasped his prick with my right hand, noting that
his foreskin was drawn tightly back from his fully
erect glans, which was dribbling a steady flow of lube
into my encircling fingers. I stroked him slowly up
and down, running my fingers into the groove under the
head, than working around his high ridge before
stroking forward again to fully encase his hot tip.
"I like that rubbing around the ridge," he said.
Meanwhile, my prick was getting hot and super-hard
with the rapidly approaching orgasm. Danny's strokes
were bringing me to the edge faster than before, and
he commented on it: "You'r balls are tight against
your body," he said. "You'll be comin' soon." I knew
he was right. It was only a matter of seconds now. The
tingle in my glans spread down my shaft, and I felt my
cock-root contract with the approaching release. My
stomach muscles tightened, and my legs began trembling
with the tension.
I raised my head slightly to get a better look and saw
that my purple tip, barely visible above the
encircling foreskin, was streaming lubricant, and that
Danny's balls were tight against his body as well. I
felt a momentary tightening deep inside my cock-root,
then the sharp tickle that told me I'd just released a
big gob of lube. Another tickle, and the pounding of
orgasm overtook me. The first shudder wracked my body
as a hot jet burned its way up my tube.
"You're comin," I heard Danny say in a tight voice,
and I felt his prick was throbbing in my hand because
he had slipped into the sweet agony of release.
"You too," I whispered, as our jets poured out onto my
stomach. Danny had planned to hold off but the psychic
arousal of watching me cum had brought him hurtling
helplessly over the brink, and now he was in spasm as
I was, caught up in the joyful agony of climax. Juice
gushed from his slit, some dribbling down to coat my
clasping fingers as I continued to stroke his hot
cock. Jet after jet poured from our hot, throbbing
tips as we groaned in ecstasy. We were sharing the
peak of sensation, fully aware of what the other was
feeling because it was exactly what we felt.
Our spasms weakened, and soon it ended, leaving us
drained and dazed.
 Danny leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, and
to me this touch of affection was every bit as
satisfying as the biological storm I'd just
experienced. We fell asleep together until morning,
when we separated and prepared for the next day of the
convention.
The next evening we got together again, disrobing once
more and enjoying each other's cocks. This time Danny
suggested doing it "Princeton Style," with Danny
slipping his cock between my thighs. "I like the
thrusting," he explained, as I slipped a condom over
his rigid staff. The sheath slipped easily over his
well-lubricated cock, and would protect his tender tip
from hair burns, also catching the come to avoid a big
clean-up afterward.
After spreading a towel on the bed, I lay on my left
side, raising my thigh to let Danny slip his hard cock
under my balls. He began pumping slowly, letting his
excitement mount at a measured pace, as he reached
over me and took my hard cock between his fingers.
With my ample foreskin, it would be easy for Danny to
stroke me to a finish. His fist encased my long hood,
slowly stripping it back until it formed a thick
collar behind my well-lubricated head. Then he slipped
it forward again, and I felt the thick fleshy hood
caressing my tender tip all the way to the end.
Danny was timing his strokes so that his cock was
full-forward, the big head emerging from under my
balls, as he had my foreskin all the way back off the
rim. He tugged hard, to make my glans bow from tension
of the gee-string, stretching my nerve endings until
my cock ached for release. Slowly, our excitement
built, until I felt it was impossible to last another
minute without popping my load.
We had decided to come together this time, because
we'd both have intense orgasms this way. I knew I was
getting there, and Danny felt it was well.
"You're tip's getting bigger," he said, and it's
harder than before too. You're gettin' close." I felt
him skin it back all the way as he thrust hard between
my thighs. He peered over my shoulder and said; "I can
see it's got darker, too. Right now it's really dark
purple, and the ridge is almost black. You're ready to
pop your load." He swept my hood forward again,
stimulating the nerve endings, and I felt the cum
gathering in my cock-root as my glans began to tingle.
I wanted him to cum with me, and I reached down to
press my fingers into the underside of his thrusting
cock. I caught him under the head as he thrust
forward, hitting his hot button as my fingers pressed
into his magic triangle under the head, where his
nerve-rich gee-string connected with the glans.
Danny groaned as his fist stripped my foreskin back
hard, and I felt his stomach slam into my ass as he
reacted reflexively, straining to reach orgasm. His
cock slipped back between my thighs, and Danny pulled
my fleshy hood up over my tip once more, bringing me
right to the edge. Now he pulled back hard on my
supple skin as he slammed his straining body against
mine, and I felt his engorged tip ride over my fingers
as he groaned loudly.
It all happened at once. My bare glans throbbed with
the first spasm as the hot jet shot up my tube.
Danny's cock throbbed between my thighs as my fingers
pressed into his nerve endings and brought on his
orgasmic convulsion. Although I couldn't see it, I
knew his condom was filling with cream as his cock
shot load after load. My spurts shot out onto the
towel as Danny stroked the foreskin over my swollen
helmet, and our bodies strained together as we slipped
into the seventh heaven of hot ecstasy.
Both Danny and I cried out, helpless as we shot jet
after jet, trapped in the free-fall of orgasm. Danny's
cock throbbed between my thighs, and my cock shot
another load with me watching the swollen purple
helmet as Danny skinned it back hard and made it dip.
Another load burned its way up my tube to spurt from
the tear-drop orifice in my glans, and I knew that
Danny's condom was filled with hot cream bathing his
glans. My tip was becoming super-sensitive, almost
painful to touch, yet I yearned for more friction as
Danny's hot fist jerked my straining hood back and
forth. I knew Danny's cock-head must also be
super-sensitive, because he slowed his thrusts.
I	 wanted him to shoot every drop he had in him so I
stabbed my fingers harder into the sensitive spot
under his glans, making him yelp and feeling him throb
in response as he drained his juices into the condom.
Danny skinned me back hard, very hard, stretching my
nerve endings and making my glossy dark purple tip
shoot another load onto the towel. The next pulse was
much weaker, and I knew it was ending for me. Danny
had almost stopped, and it was clear it was the end
for him, as well.
We remained in the post-orgasmic daze until we both
fell asleep. Next day, we headed for home, as the
convention was over. As it turned out, we only lived
about 100 miles apart, and were able to arrange many
meetings since.
The End