Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2005 07:01:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Meeting with Carl, Adult Friends, 1/1

Meeting With Carl
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

As I stepped into the shower, I pulled back my
foreskin, feeling it snap down into the deep groove
behind the high flaring rim of my big purple helmet.
The high coronal ridge always locked the foreskin
behind the head, even when I was completely soft. I
normally skin back in the shower, but this time I also
wanted to feel the hot water on my naked tip, knowing
that it would stimulate me into emptying my bladder
again. I'd peed about 20 minutes ago, but wanted to be
totally drained so that I wouldn't have to look for a
rest stop during the two hour drive to Carl's
apartment. Normally, if I got the urge to pee in the
shower, I'd pinch the end of my long foreskin's nipple
and watch it swell like a balloon as it filled with
fluid. Then I'd let go and the sudden gush would fall
down into the drain.
Now I turned the water as hot as I could stand. The
stimulating effect of hot water sluicing over my glans
as I faced the shower and cupped my hands under my
prick produced a delicious tingle in my groin, and I
knew I'd be releasing every drop in my bladder. I felt
the pressure build, and relaxed my sphincter, acutely
aware of the surge of fluid that raced through my
prick and parted the lips of my slit, producing a
delicious tickling feeling in my cock. The thick
yellow stream fell at my feet, and then swirled down
the drain as I sighed in relief. I felt my prick swell
and lengthen, as the stimulation was erotic, bringing
blood to my prick and especially to the head as the
stinging hot needles of the spray hammered on my
sensitive nerve endings. I looked down and saw that
the normally pale pink helmet on the end of my prick
had become darker and the rim flared even more. I
wasn't hard, but the head of my prick had swollen
almost to full size.
Once I was totally rinsed, and had milked my urethra
to drain every last drop of urine, I stepped out of
the shower and dried myself, paying special attention
to my groin. The last step before dressing was to pull
my still retracted foreskin back farther to bare the
groove behind my rim. I poured a couple of drops of
Astroglide into the space between by bunched-up
foreskin and flaring rim, as I feel most comfortable
when my head and hood are well-lubricated.
Now I drove to Carl's on this warm Saturday afternoon,
traffic light on the freeway, and I turned on the
cruise control. I remembered that he and I were in our
late 40s, and we struck up an almost instant
friendship because we were both divorced and both Bi.
We'd enjoyed a couple of hot sexual experiences
together, because we were very compatible. We were
both a bit over six feet, 180 lb., but Carl was blond,
with blue eyes and I was brown over brown. My thoughts
were centered around Carl all through the drive, and
my prick remained half-swollen for the entire trip.
I knew Carl would have another guest, as he'd asked me
a few days ago if I minded doing a three-way with a
pal of his. I was eager to meet any friend of Carl's,
and had happily agreed.
I rang Carl's bell, and he opened the door carefully,
hiding all but his head behind the door. I saw that he
was naked, and he ushered me into his bedroom, where I
saw another man sitting on the edge of the bed, also
naked. I placed my case down along the wall as Carl
introduced us:
"Hey Burt, this is Jack. Jack, Burt." Burt rose,
reaching to shake my hand and I returned the firm
clasp. Burt was in his early forties, with a full head
of brown hair turning gray at the temples. Compared to
Carl and myself, he was short and chunky. Carl spoke
again:
"Jack, you notice the new bed? King-size. I thought
the old queen was maybe a bit cramped." I gazed at the
wide expanse of mattress, and nodded agreement. This
new one provided a lot of room. I also noted that Carl
had prepared well, for on one corner of the bed was a
short stack of towels and on the bedside table was a
bottle of Astroglide.
I began to undress, very aware that their eyes were on
my groin. I looked at them as I stripped, noting that
Carl had a long tapering penis, ending in a nippled
foreskin. His scrotum was low and loose, the classic
"low hangers." By contrast, Burt's prick was stubby
and thick, with a small pointed arrowhead glans ahead
of a thick brown scar ring. As I lowered my boxers, I
saw that Burt's eyes were fixed on my prick, which
hung down over my tight scrotum.
"Hey, Jack, Carl told me you had a nice one, but he
didn't tell me the whole story. I like that big head
making a bulge in your skin." I was now standing
totally naked, and Carl reached over to tweak my long
foreskin nipple. He pulled on the end, stretching it
out to the horizontal, as Burt watched avidly. I
pinched the end of Carl's hood between two fingers,
rolling it gently to twist the hood over the head.
"Mind if I touch it?" Burt asked. I sat down next to
him and as Carl let go, Burt's fingers closed over the
swelling end of my prick, sliding the foreskin in
small jiggles. I continued to roll Carl's long nipple
between thumb and forefinger, feeling the head slide
around inside its fleshy sleeve as his prick began to
engorge. We shuffled into the center of the big bed,
facing each other, and now Carl had full access to
Burt's cock, already half-hard from arousal. He
pinched the head between thumb and forefinger, a move
I knew would produce a throb in the root of Burt's
cock with each squeeze.
"Man, I really like that foreskin," Burt exclaimed as
he rolled my hood's nipple between two fingers the way
I was doing to Carl's.
"That's because he doesn't have one of his own," Carl
interjected. "He really loves to work on mine, and now
he's fascinated by yours. You'll see, he's an expert
on how to handle a foreskin." By now we were all fully
hard, and I noted that we all had about six inches,
Carl's slightly longer than mine and Burt's, and
Burt's rigid staff thicker than Carl's and mine.
Burt's prick had thick skin on its straight shaft, and
no veins showed. Mine had a big vein along its right
side.
"You took a shower just before coming here," Burt
commented as he leaned his head toward the end of my
prick.
"Burt's got a keen sense of smell," Carl added. At
that moment, I felt Burt's fingers stabilize my prick
as his tongue tip pushed into the end of my foreskin,
probing for the slit. Reaching it, his tongue quickly
traced small circles around it.
"You use Astroglide," Burt said to me as he lifted his
head. "I like that sweet taste. Carl drips a lot, and
his lube tastes salty. I like that too."
"I don't have much natural lube," I said as I slipped
my finger into Carl's hood, working it around the
slippery head and stretching the skin of his hood.
Burt dropped his head again, and I felt his thick
tongue probing deeper into my foreskin, sliding along
the broad upper surface of my glans and caressing the
rim. Now his tongue worked around the rim to the hot
spot under the head where the two sides of my corona
meet in a thin weld line. I moaned with delight as
Burt's thick tongue stretched the nerve endings in my
foreskin while pressing into the triangular groove
under the head.
"Burt loves to dock his tongue inside a foreskin,"
said Carl. "That's a real turn-on for him."
"Man, you've got a big sexy helmet on that prick,"
Burt observed, again interrupting his stimulation of
my foreskin and glans. His warm fingers began dragging
back my hood in slow strokes, then slipping it forward
again. "Carl loves to feel his skin stretching when I
pull it back over the head, and I know you like it too
because he told me. Your head is bigger, and that'll
stretch your skin even more." He pulled the skin back
again, exposing the round front dome of my glans as
his other hand cupped my tight scrotum.
"I like that purple color," Burt remarked as the
foreskin slid back to reveal more. Meanwhile, I saw
that Carl's foreskin had a big bead of clear liquid
filling the pucker at the end, and I lightly ran my
fingertip around the delicate, lubricated tissue,
caressing the edge of his foreskin, a promise of more
to come. I lifted my finger to my mouth, tasting the
delicate saltiness of Carl's natural lube. Carl sighed
deeply at the new sensations as my finger resumed
tickling his foreskin's orifice, and he shuddered
slightly. His scrotum began to tighten against his
body. Now I dropped my head to Carl's lap, as I knew
he enjoyed a warm tongue probing deeply inside his
foreskin. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the rich
masculine odor that emanated from Carl's foreskin. I
worked my tongue over his long slit, tasting his
lubricating fluid, then pushed in farther along the
bottom to probe the groove under the head and caress
his hot spot.
I didn't see what Carl was doing to Burt's penis, but
I heard Burt moan softly. I worked my hand between
Carl's thighs, caressing him lightly, and then my
fingertips touched his scrotal hairs, tickling them. I
felt his scrotum tighten even more as I continued this
double stimulation, and I ran my tongue around his rim
at the top, lapping the many sensitive nerve endings
it contained. Now I pried the tight foreskin down with
my tongue, stretching it to stimulate its nerve
endings, until it gathered in a collar behind Carl's
glans. At the same time, I felt my hood peeled back
totally and Burt's warm lips engulfing my tip.
We took a break at that moment, sitting up to look at
each other. As I let go of Carl's foreskin, it snapped
forward to engulf his glans. Burt grasped it and
gently drew it back to reveal the entire head.
"I just love comparing equipment," Burt said as he
held Carl's foreskin immobile. "His skin always comes
forward to hide the head.'
"Burt's like us, really into cock," said Carl. "He
loves the similarities and the differences." As I am
also an admirer of masculine equipment, I studied the
differences between our erections point by point.
Carl's slit was longer then mine, and now another drop
of lube parted its lips. Burt's slit was average size,
like mine, and the lips gaped in his excitement. The
lips of my slit pout when my glans swells, and form a
teardrop shaped orifice. Carl's glossy smooth glans
was reddish, while mine was purple. Burt's was more
gray than purple, and its texture was leathery because
it was constantly exposed, while ours were protected
by their foreskins, which kept them moist and tender.
"Your skin locks back behind the rim," Burt said. "I
like that. I like that flaring rim. Your cock-head
looks like a fireman's helmet." His rim, despite being
permanently exposed, had never developed a flare, and
the head was an arrowhead shape. Even with full
erection, Burt's tip was smaller than his shaft.
Carl's was
about the same diameter as his shaft, but his rim did
not have the pronounced flare mine did.
"Your cock-head's got a thick gee-string," he said to
Carl. "I can hardly see Jack's, and mine was cut off
when the doctor removed the skin." Burt's finger
lightly touched Carl's sensitive strip under the head,
making Carl shiver with the sensation. As we sat
facing each other, I saw that our balls were drawn up
against our bodies, with Burt having the biggest bag,
Carl in the middle, and mine smallest. The vein on the
right side of my shaft bulged with excitement. Carl's
hand reached out to cup Burt's balls, while the
fingers of his other hand squeezed Burt's tip,
producing a drop of fluid that he quickly spread
around the slit.
Now Burt's warm fingers wrapped tightly around my
shaft, slowly pumping my foreskin up and down the
head. Both Burt and Carl watched as my helmet
vanished, to reappear when Burt dragged the skin down.

"Let's make Jack come first," Burt suggested. "I can
see he's ready, and I want to watch him shoot." Carl
looked at me and said:
"Okay, that's a good idea if you go first. Then it'll
be my turn. Burt's so turned on by foreskins that he
wants to do us both before he comes. That'll make him
all excited, and he'll enjoy orgasm more if he sees us
cream first." He reached out to push me gently flat on
the wide mattress, then spread a towel over my stomach
and chest. Burt scooted around until he was on my
right
 side, and Carl moved to my left. As both their pricks
were within reach, I grasped them and squeezed gently.
Carl knew that clasping his prick excited me, and I
guessed that he'd done that to Burt as well.
"Carl told me you really get turned on by stroking
your tip," Burt said. "Want me to do you that way?" I
nodded, and Burt's firm fingers stripped back my hood
to bare the head down to the rim. Carl poured several
drops of Astro on my swollen tip, and Burt's fingers
began spreading it over the contours. The sudden shock
of Burt's rough fingertips against the sensitive nerve
endings of my glans made my cock-root contract, and I
felt a pleasant tickling as a drop of lubricant began
crawling up my urethra. As it parted the lips of my
slit I heard Burt remark:
"Hey, Carl, he's got lube!" His fingers began
spreading the drop of lubricant over the sensitive
surface of my glans, softening the sensations
somewhat.
"I know you uncut guys have really sensitive tips, so
I'll go nice and easy." The hot sensations were
spreading through my glans, and I began moaning in
response. Carl's warm fingers gently kneaded my balls,
while his other hand caressed the insides of my
thighs. Carl spoke again:
"I'll just work your balls, make you really hot."
"Don't squeeze too hard," Burt cautioned. Carl
replied:
"I know what you mean. My wife squeezed my balls hard
the first time we had sex, and I nearly jumped off the
bed."
"Yeah," I replied. "Only another guy can know how to
do it to a guy." I felt the fingers of Burt's other
hand, holding my foreskin back, slide down to the base
of my shaft, where they tightened to compress the
veins. The swollen feeling in my prick intensified,
and my tip began to tingle as Burt's fingers
relentlessly stimulated its surface. More lubricating
fluid coursed up my tube to emerge at the tip. Burt's
tongue flicked out to taste it.
"I can see your tip's turning darker purple, and it
feels bigger too. Any second now, and you'll be
blasting off." Burt's fingers continued tracing the
contours of my swollen head, sending hot sparks of
sensation stabbing deeply into the sensitive nerve
endings. I closed my eyes, withdrawing into myself as
my mind focused on the wonderful feelings in my groin
area.
"Yeah, both our tips turn darker color when we get
close, Burt, but Jack's gets really dark purple. Last
time I did him, I felt the head get really hard, too."
"I can feel that now," Burt replied. "It's really
getting hard everywhere I touch it." As his fingers
played around my cock-head and his other hand
stretched the skin tightly back, a deep and pleasant
ache began in my glans, the precursor of orgasm. I
knew my tip was now congested with blood, hot and
hard, needing relief. My world was shrinking rapidly,
my attention centered in my prick, captivated by the
delicious sensations that filled with as Burt's
fingers moved rapidly over the head.
Carl's fingers kneaded my balls, and I felt his
fingertips press into the tender flesh behind them. He
spoke:
"Burt, I can feel his cock-root throb now."
"I feel his head throbbing." Burt's fingertips
continued to send their maddening sensations into my
highly stimulated tip, and my body was responding.
Despite my efforts to relax and prolong the
sensations, I felt my muscles begin to tense. The
throbs in my cock-root were stronger now, and I felt
the onset of climax. Time stopped. My eyes were
tightly shut, and when the heavy pounding began in my
cock-root I cried out helplessly. The gush of hot
fluid surged through my urethra, slamming through my
meatus in its quest for open air, and I tumbled into
the mindless free-fall, an altered state of
consciousness.
"Man, look at that prick shoot," Burt's voice sounded
in the distance. Another jet poured into my urethra,
producing a deep tickling feeling as it ran up my
prick, and I yelped again, caught up in the intense
sensations of orgasm as the pleasant agony overwhelmed
me. Burt's caressing fingertips drew another
shuddering response from me, as more hot juice poured
from my pounding glans.
"He's really throbbing now," Burt commented as his
fingers ran over my tip.
"I can feel it under his balls," Carl replied. "He's
really into it. Go ahead, Burt, drain him," he urged.
Burt needed no urging as his fingertips continued
their relentless journey over every inch of my
swollen, tingling tip. I was helpless in their hands,
totally under their control, as they stimulated my
prick and balls to make my climax more intense, and
now I was sobbing, groaning, gasping, as gush after
gush poured from my prick.
Now, just as I thought the sensations couldn't become
more intense, my engorged glans became
super-sensitive. My body jumped, and I cried out
louder than before.
"Careful, Burt, his prick's getting too sensitive,"
Carl warned. "You've seen that happen with me." Burt
kept his grip on my shaft as he removed his fingers
from my throbbing tip. His fist bumped my thick fleshy
collar against my rim, a light sensation that prompted
more throbs from my cock-root as my body sought to
drain itself. The throbs were weaker now, and I felt
myself coming down off the high. The gushes had slowed
to an ooze, and now I felt Burt let my penis go and it
dropped onto the towel covering my stomach.
"That was just beautiful," Burt said, "watching that
big helmet shooting like that."
"I enjoyed it too, and I know Jack did." Carl's finger
still cupped my balls, although they had stopped
kneading them. I felt myself caught up in the
afterglow, the delicious languor that follows orgasm.
I opened my eyes to see Carl's face smiling down at
me, and then he bent over to kiss my lips lightly.
Burt also gave me a dry kiss on my lips, and I
remained supine for several minutes, still clasping
their hard pricks as mine softened. Carl tenderly
milked my penis, pressing a fingertip into my urethra
near my balls and pushing the residue forward. As it
oozed from my slit, he gently dabbed at it with the
towel. I closed my eyes for a minute.
When I sat up, Carl was flat on his back, another
towel covering his chest and stomach, and Burt was
slowly pumping his foreskin up and down. I sat on
Carl's left, caressed his thighs and tickled his
scrotal hairs, as he'd done to me.
"Carl's tip is too sensitive for direct finger
action," Burt explained. "He said he likes his prick
rolled, though." I knew what this was, placing the end
of the penis between the palms and moving the hands in
opposite directions. This worked very well for Carl
because his foreskin normally stayed over the head,
held in place by his thick and tight gee-string.
"Okay, let me help," I said. As my left hand continued
to tickle Carl's scrotum, my right fist clamped around
the base of his penis, constricting the veins for a
fuller hard-on. Burt placed his palms around the end
of Carl's prick and began twisting the foreskin over
the head. Carl sighed and closed his eyes as the
sensations reached him, and He grasped Burt's swollen
prick in his right hand. Burt's prick was seeping
lube, and Carl slowly worked his fist up and down the
slippery shaft and head.
Burt picked up the pace and Carl's jaw clenched,
showing us how the tension was building in his body.
He began moaning as the sensations became more
intense, and I saw a drop of clear fluid fill the
pucker in his foreskin. The skin of his shaft twisted,
and I knew the feeling of having his foreskin's nerve
endings stretched as the rotating hood rubbed his
glans was bringing him closer to the peak.
"You're also stretching his gee-string," I said as
Burt moved his hands more vigorously. I saw Carl's
toes curl as his legs began to tremble under the
strong influx of erotic sensations. His breathing
deepened, and he began gasping. I could feel the
hardness of his shaft in my encircling fingers, and I
knew he wouldn't be able to hold off for long because
Burt and I were determined to draw the orgasm from
him. His breathing had deepened, and now his stomach
muscles contracted rhythmically as Burt's hands
continued the rapid twisting motion around the end of
his prick, massaging the tender head and stretching
the hood's nerve endings at the same time. I felt
several mild throbs of Carl's cock-root where my
fingers pressed against his body behind his balls, and
more clear lube appeared at the end of his foreskin,
rolling down over Burt's hands. I was concerned that
the lube would loosen Burt's grip, but at that moment
Carl cried out,
and I felt a heavy throb in his shaft and his
cock-root.
A thick jet of cream shot from the opening in his
foreskin to land on his chest, and Carl's heavy grunts
filled the room. He grunted again as the orgasm
gripped him and another thick jet erupted from his
foreskin pucker. Now Burt moved his hands down
slightly, dragging the foreskin halfway off the
swollen red head and we both watched in fascination as
another heavy gush spread the lips of his slit and
arced onto his stomach. Carl's hips were bucking hard
in the throes of uncontrollable sensations, and now
Burt skinned his prick totally to bare the ruddy and
gleaming glans as yet another gush poured from the
long slit.
I saw Burt's face, strained and sweating, and wondered
if watching and feeling Carl erupt would drive him
over the edge, particularly as Carl's fingers were
still wrapped around Burt's lubricated prick and
stroking it. However, Carl's hand opened and released
the hot hard prick, which bobbed in front of Burt's
stomach. Now Carl's straining red-headed prick shot
again, this time with less force, and we knew he was
near the end. Burt's hands were still twisting Carl's
drawn-back hood around the base of his glans, still
providing sensations to draw another jet or two from
him, but when Carl's gushes slowed to an ooze Burt
released his prick.
"He's too sensitive now," Burt said. "I better stop."
My fist was still around Carl's cock, and I began
milking his prick to draw forth the last drops. They
rolled down his naked glans onto my fingers, and then
onto the towel. I didn't want to touch the rough towel
to his very tender and hyper-sensitive tip, so I
continued to milk his urethra until nothing more
seeped from his slit. Then I leaned over to plant a
dry kiss on his tender lips.
I turned my attention to Burt's straining penis, still
wet with the copious lube he'd been secreting while
he'd brought on our orgasms. I clasped it firmly and
began rotating my fist around the head, knowing the
sidewise stimulation of the nerve endings would bring
him to a higher plane of excitement. Burt's cock
throbbed in my hand, and I knew the psychic
stimulation had brought him very close to the brink.
Carl sat up, and dabbed at his penis, carefully wiping
away the filmy residue. Then he spread a fresh towel
between me and Burt.
"How do you want to do it?" he asked Burt.
"I'd like it if he docked me." Burt looked at Carl,
then at me. I realized that with my long foreskin and
his small glans, docking would be very easy,
especially as my tip was small and shrunken after
orgasm. I scooted up to his body, our pubic areas
close enough for Burt's tip to touch my foreskin, and
I grasped my hood at the edges and began to stretch it
over his glans. I eased my hood over his cock-head,
enveloping it down to the rim and the thick
circumcision ring behind it. Burt's cock throbbed hard
as he felt the warmth of my flesh encasing his naked
tip. I wrapped my fingers around my foreskin to hold
it in place and began stroking it over his swollen
head.
Carl cupped Burt's balls, gently kneading them to
heighten his excitement. His other hand wrapped around
the base of Burt's thick shaft and squeezed.
"Ooooohhh, stroking both your foreskins got me so
hot," he exclaimed. His breathing deepened, and I saw
his eyes close. I felt his swollen tip throbbing hard
against mine, pointed glans sliding against my rounded
dome. Burt was primed and ready to pop, and I knew
that he'd gush within seconds. I felt his glans swell
and harden even more, and he began grunting as I
stroked my long hood over his head. His chest heaved,
and his grunts became louder.
He let out a loud "HAH!" and his cock jerked hard. I
felt the gush of hot fluid spurting from his tip, and
swirling around both cock-heads. He yelled "HAH!
Again, and another eruption filled my foreskin with
fluid. His cock throbbed and jerked against mine, as
torrents of pent-up sperm poured from its tip into my
swelling foreskin. My flesh ballooned, full of fluid,
and white cream began leaking from the edge of my
foreskin as he shot again and again. His grunts and
cries filled the room, and we watched him empty
himself into my hood, the excess pouring down onto the
towel.
Finally, he stopped grunting and throbbing, and I let
go of our joined pricks, easing my long fleshy sheath
from his shrinking glans. A thick gush of cream
dropped abruptly onto the towel, and I saw that his
slit was still seeping. He opened his eyes and looked
at me, still recovering from the daze. Sudenly, he
leaned forward, grabbed me by the shoulders, and
pulled me to him. His soft lips touched mine, and his
hand went through my hair.
When he broke away, he said:
"WOW! That was delicious! I never came like that in my
life!" Carl and I smiled at each other, and then Carl
leaned forward to kiss him. I began milking Burt's
still seeping cock, pressing a fingertip into his
urethra behind his balls, carefully working it
forward, and pressing the juicy residue up his
urethra. As Burt's tip wasn't very sensitive, I had no
qualms about wiping it with the towel.
"We've got to do this again," Burt said as he watched
me getting dressed.
"I'll go for that," Carl added. I wondered what more
surprises were in store for me. In any case I  looked
forward to another session with these hot men.

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