Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2005 10:12:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Meeting with Ron, Adult Friends, 1/1

Meeting With Ron
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I'd met Ron in an Internet Chat Room, and we'd had a
couple of very exciting cyber-jacks together, feeding
each other's fantasies until we were both gratified
and exhausted. Sex wasn't our only interest, and we'd
exchanged information about our lives, aspirations,
and other things that came to mind. Ron was very
intelligent and honest, and struggling with a marriage
threatened by his bisexuality. I had no problem with
mine, as I'd been divorced some years before.
"I really enjoy chatting with you," I wrote one day.
"Thanks. I enjoy chatting with you too. We have a lot
in common."
"I have to tell you that you're different from some
guys on this chat. Some lie about their ages, cock
size, and other things. I've even met some guys who
just want to get off, and as soon as they've come,
they're gone. They don't give a damn about the other
guy."
"I've met one or two of those guys too," Ron replied.
"Now if I see them on the chat, I just avoid them."
"Me too. Sometimes, I don't even wait for them to send
me a private message. I just hit the `Ignore' button
on them."
"Yeah, but I'm always glad to see you here. We really
get along well."
Another important point was that Ron didn't live too
far from me, only about six hours on the freeway. We'd
gradually gotten around to discussing the prospect of
a visit, because we yearned to meet each other face to
face. Our respective situations pretty well
established which way it would go. Ron was living with
his wife. I lived alone. He'd be able to arrange a
business trip that would take him away from home at
least overnight. We arranged a date for his visit, and
planned that he would stay with me, not in a motel.
Naturally.
That Monday afternoon I was on pins and needles
anticipating his arrival. He'd left that morning
around six, and counting a couple of stops for gas and
lunch, he should be here about two P. M. I'd spent the
morning shopping for dinner, cleaning the house,
laundering the bed sheets, and taking care of the many
details that come up when expecting company. Then I
saw a car pull into my driveway.
Dressed in a sport jacket and slacks, Ron stood an
inch or two shorter than my 6'2". He had a wide smile
as I opened the door, and involuntarily I returned the
smile. My normal expression is a frown, but Ron had
that effect on me. He carried his bags in and I
directed him to the bedroom.
"Care for a drink? Coke? Martini?" I asked. Ron turned
to look into my eyes.
"I've been thinking about this moment all the way
down. I was half-hard some of the way, and I seeped
enough pre-come to wet my pants." I dropped my eyes
and saw that he did have a dark spot in the area of
his crotch.
"I've been thinking about you too while waiting. Maybe
you didn't notice, but my heart's beating kinda fast."
I moved towards him, hesitantly, and he stretched out
his arms.
"I'm really glad to be here," he said as he hugged me
to him. I hugged him back, and felt a strong stirring
in my crotch.
"We're both excited," I said. "Maybe we should skip
the preliminaries and just get naked. I can't wait,
really." I began to discard my clothes on the floor
while Ron hung his pants and jacket in the closet.

"Wait. Let's just strip down to our shorts. I want to
take your shorts off you myself." He removed his shirt
and watch, and stood in his jockeys facing me. The
outline of his cock, with a big helmet at the end, was
clearly visible through the tight fabric.
I removed my shoes and socks, and sat facing him clad
only in my boxers, my half-hard cock pressing outward
against the cloth. He approached the bed.
"I guess I'll get to take yours off first," I said as
my finger traced the outline of his cock through the
cloth, feeling the wetness of the fabric. I ran my
finger down his shaft, and around the ring of the
glans, making him sigh. I cupped his balls with my
other hand, then slid my hands behind him to squeeze
his cheeks. Then I began pushing the waistband of his
jockeys down at the back. I cupped his cheeks, feeling
his warm bare skin against my fingers and palms. Then
I moved my hands around to the front and pulled down
and out on the waistband, giving clearance for his
cock and balls to emerge.
The prize was before my eyes as I pushed his shorts
down, letting them drop to his ankles. His cock was
exactly the way he'd described it to me, symmetrical,
the big purple head the shape of a helmet, and a long
slit parting the rounded front. I saw a drop of clear
fluid spreading the lips of his orifice, and I spread
it in small circles around the slit with my fingertip.
Then I leaned forward to kiss his penis on the rim,
then on the scar ring, inhaling his sweat deeply.
"I took a shower before leaving home, but I know I
sweated on the way down." I inhaled his masculine
scent again.
That's okay," I said. "It's clean fresh sweat, not
stale, and it's really nice."
"I can't wait to smell your dick," he said. "I've been
thinking about that all day too."
"I took a shower a couple of hours ago. I haven't
worked up much of a sweat waiting for you. Anyway, I'm
all yours. Do what you want."
Now Ron sat on the bed and I stood before him as he
reached into the gap in my boxers to clasp my
half-hard penis. His warm fingers closed around it,
sending an electric tingle down the shaft as he
withdrew it from my shorts to examine it.
"Man, your foreskin's just what I expected!" he said.
"It's so long, and you have a lot of overhang." His
fingers pinched the end of my foreskin nipple,
stretching it out, then twisting it gently to make the
head slide around inside its sleeve.
"Ohhh, I really like that," I whispered, enjoying his
touch for the first time as my penis swelled in
response. I'd imagined this scene many times during
our cyber fantasies, and had thought about it
repeatedly that morning while awaiting his arrival. I
felt him push my now rock-hard prick back through the
slit in the shorts, to lie flat against my stomach as
he pulled my shorts down and let them drop to the
floor. Now we were both totally naked, enjoying the
sight of each other's bodies, and I sat next to Ron,
letting my right hand drop into his lap.
I felt the warmth of his prick as I squeezed the head,
as I'd often described to him during our cyber
encounters, to make the root of his cock throb in
reflex. Ron's fingers continued to squeeze and tease
my foreskin, feeling the contours of my glans, which
had swollen to fill the end of the fleshy sleeve.
"I like what you're doing to me," he said in a husky
voice. "Now let's see if you like this." He held my
erection steady with his left hand, and I felt the
index finger of his right insinuate itself into the
opening of my foreskin, where it probed for my slit.
As the tip of his finger touched my sensitive glans, I
felt an electric thrill through my cock, and then he
began tracing small circles around my slit. I gasped
at the sharp sensation, and my cock-root contracted
hard.
"It's nice to be here like this, comparing equipment,"
I said as I cupped his balls. "You weren't kidding
when you said you have low hangers." I kneaded them
gently as I continued to squeeze the head of his dick,
aware that a man's balls are very tender and need
delicate handling.
"Yeah, yours are tight, just like you said," he
commented as his left hand slipped lower on my shaft
and his fingers cupped under my scrotum. His finger
continued to probe my foreskin, working slowly down
towards the flaring rim. The sensation of his finger
stretching my foreskin was delicious, and I felt the
nerve endings tingle as the relentless finger pressure
expanded them. The rough pad of his fingertip rubbed
against the tender surface of the head.
"It's so intimate..." I said as I snuggled up closer to
him. Our thighs were touching, and the pleasant warmth
of his skin against mine added to my excitement. Now I
felt him shift position, and he pushed me down onto
the bed. Removing his finger from my foreskin, he
leaned over my prick as he eased his groin close to my
face.
"I want to smell and taste you," he said. "I know how
you described how your prick smells, and I want to
experience it first-hand." I felt his tongue probing
the orifice of my foreskin, searching for my slit. Ron
sighed deeply, inhaling the odor of my foreskin and
glans, as I grasped his prick and touched my tongue to
his long wet slit. A steady ooze of tears flowed from
his cock-eye, and I tasted his fluid for the first
time. It tasted salty like my own, thick and viscous,
slippery on my tongue. I wanted more, and I eased
forward until my lips locked behind his flaring rim,
encasing the entire glans in my mouth. Running my
tongue around his rim, I finally pressed it into the
underside of the head, where his hot spot awaited
stimulation, feeling him jerk at the intense
sensation.
"I know you felt that," I said after removing my
mouth. I clamped my fist tightly around the base of
his shaft, compressing the veins and making the big
purple helmet swell even more. He responded by pushing
my foreskin back with his lips, until it gathered in a
thick fleshy collar behind my flaring rim.
"I just love the odor of your cock," he said. "It's so
rich and masculine, just what I expected an uncut cock
to be like. I never smelled one before, but your
description was so hot." Now he grasped my shaft with
his fist, pulling the thick fleshy covering down
towards its base. With the skin drawn fully back, the
head stood out proudly.
"Like what you see?" I asked as his tight fist
stretched the skin of my prick sharply down.
"I really enjoy comparing cocks," he said as he
shifted around so that our hot hard pricks were inches
from each other. The wet purple heads stared at each
other with their Cyclop's eyes.
"You've got a nice head on yours," I said, murmuring
against his cheek.
"They're a lot alike," he replied. "The only
difference is that your hole's shaped like a
teardrop." His fist squeezed my shaft as he spoke.
"Yours is a long slit, longer than mine. Your tip's
round in front, like mine, and the rim really flares.
There's a really sharp drop to the shaft."
Yeah, that's because I don't have all that foreskin to
fill the groove behind it," Ron replied as he pulled
back harder on my skin. "Now that I've got your skin
all the way back, they look a lot alike. The ridge
really stands out above the neck of your prick. But
your rim has those little buds all around the edge.
Are those nerve endings?"

"Yes they are," I said. "My rim's very sensitive." Ron
leaned over and his tongue ran around my rim, sending
erotic messages into my glans and shaft. My prick
twitched in response, and Ron lifted his head and
said:
"You really felt that, didn't you?" I nodded, then
leaned towards his erect staff and lapped at his rim,
working my way down to hit the hot spot under the
head. His long slit distended to allow a large drop of
clear fluid to dribble down onto my tongue, and I
noticed his balls were drawing up against his body.
"Your balls are getting tight," I remarked. "You're
really getting into it now."
"Oh, yeah, I'm getting into it, with you, just as I'd
been thinking during the drive down." I cupped his
balls again, gently kneading them and pressing my
fingertips into the tender flesh behind them where I
could feel every throb of his cock-root. Now I ran my
tongue around the delicate flesh behind the head,
lapping at the sensitive scar ring, and felt him
respond with a heavy throb.
"We're not going to be able to hold off much longer.
I'm getting really worked up, and so are you."
"Maybe we'd better hold off for awhile," he said. "I
don't want to shoot my load too fast."
"You can shoot it any time you want," I said. "I just
want you to have a really hot orgasm. Doesn't matter
who comes first. If you do, you can make me come after
you're finished."
"Okay, maybe we ought to dock now, like we'd talked about
on the chat. I really want to feel that long foreskin
of yours over my head." He shifted around again, and
we lay face to face, throbbing purple tips almost
touching.
"Let me do it," I said. "You just hold your prick
steady, right against mine." I felt the hotness of his
glans press against mine, and our superheated pricks
throbbed simultaneously. The feel of his hot hard
glans pulsing against mine made my cock-root contract,
sending a large drop of lubricant crawling up my
urethra. I grasped my foreskin in my fist and pushed
it forward to cover my head completely, then grasped
both sides of the thick pucker to spread the opening.
Slowly I eased the edge forward, sliding it over his
hard smooth glans, until my foreskin covered it to the
rim. Ron shuddered at the erotic contact.
"Man, you're skin's really stretched now," he said.
"Sure it's comfortable having my big head inside?"
'Yeah, it's really nice. I think I can stretch it just
a bit more," I said, exerting traction to stretch it
over Ron's high flaring rim and engulf his glans right
down to the deep groove behind it. Ron shuddered at
the rush of sensation, and I felt his glans press
harder against mine, thrusting past it to ride over
the top and stretch my hood sideways.
"OOOOHHHH..." he said as his body tightened. I looked at
his face, noting that his eyes seemed glazed, and knew
that his orgasm would be beginning in seconds.
"Want me to stop?" I asked. "You're right on the
edge." He didn't answer, but his cock thrust harder
into my foreskin, hot tip throbbing against mine. He
threw his head back as his hips bucked, and I knew he
was on his way.
His cock throbbed hard against mine, and I clasped our
joined cocks in both fists to make sure they remained
together as his first hot jet erupted into my hood,
swirling around my cock-head. I heard him cry out as
the orgasm overwhelmed him, and now his body was on
automatic, prick pumping into my foreskin, disgorging
jet after jet of hot fluid that filled my fleshy
sleeve and began oozing out the front end to coat his
shaft and my fingers with thick cream.
I wasn't as close to the peak as he, so I was able to
hold off as he shot load after load into my thick
hood. The thick cream was running freely out of the
stretched end of my foreskin, wetting the sheet as it
gathered in a thick pool under our cocks.
He continued to gasp and groan as his orgasm played
itself out. I was enjoying this vicariously, as I knew
the sensations he was feeling, and I was supremely
happy that I was able to make him feel this good. His
prick pumped its last load, then began shrinking as
the residue oozed from his urethra. As he lost his
erection I let his prick slip out of my foreskin as it
contracted, and I saw the seepage from his slit. His
eyes were still closed as he lay back on the bed. A
minute later, he opened his eyes and roused himself
from his stupor, looking at me thoughtfully.
"Man, that was hot! I haven't come like that in a long
time. I didn't know where I was, just floating in
space, shooting inside your skin." His cock was
totally limp, and smaller than when I'd first seen it.
Mine, though, was large and stiff. He looked at it.
"Looks like you've got six inches, just like you said.
With the skin, it's a bit longer."
"I measured mine from pubic bone to the end of the
head, without the foreskin. If I stretch out the skin,
I've got more than seven, but saying that would give
the wrong impression." Ron began stroking my prick
gently, wrapping his fingers lightly around the end of
my foreskin and sliding up and down over the head,
just far enough to reveal the front part of the glans.
The feeling was delicious, since he was using a light
stroke, not pounding it.
"I really like the way you touch me," I said as I lay
back to let him have unobstructed access to my prick
and balls. "Lots of cut guys don't realize how
sensitive it is."
"I know. You told me. Now I'm going to follow what you
told me in one fantasy and give you a really hot
come." Ron kept sliding my foreskin, pulling it back
slightly farther with every stroke, and we watched my
swollen, semen covered glans gradually emerge.
"That feels soooo gooood..." I whispered. The
sensations, although localized in my prick, spread
into my groin, then up my spine, filling my body. I
relaxed, happy to be in his hands, confident that he'd
bring me to the peak and give me a hot, howling,
screaming, intense orgasm.
"Now I'm going to give you the fingertip treatment,"
he said as he stripped my swollen glans naked and
began caressing the wet, lubricated head with his
fingertips. I gasped at the sudden sharpness of the
sensations. The rough pads of his fingertips scraped
the tender flesh of my naked glans, the sensations
softened only slightly by the thick coating of semen
and pre-come that coated its surface.
"OOHH," I cried out, overwhelmed by the intense
sensations of his fingertips caressing the sensitive
nerve endings. I felt his fist tighten around my shaft
as his fingertips continued traveling around my glans,
exploring its compound curves, making the nerve
endings quiver where they touched.
"Your balls are even tighter against your body now,"
he pointed out. "You're really getting excited." There
was no need to tell me, as my world shrank to focus on
my cock. My awareness of things around me faded as the
sensations in my throbbing prick mounted. Each touch,
each gentle scrape, made my prick twitch as the
muscles in my cock-root contracted reflexively.
"AHH, AHHHH, AAHHHHH!" I was gasping now, my conscious
mind beginning to dull as the intense sensations
filled my shrunken world. I was supine, arms and legs
spread, totally helpless in his hands as he continued
to stroke my hot hard glans. It felt as if I would
explode any second, but orgasm was always just beyond
the next stroke.
"I can feel the surface getting hard," he said. "The
color's getting darker too. You're right on the edge."
I felt Ron slow his touches, to keep me poised on the
brink for a few more precious seconds, prolonging the
anticipation to produce a more intense orgasm when the
flood finally came.
"HAHHH! HAHHH! HAHHH!" I was gasping helplessly as
Ron's magic fingers brought me slowly to the edge, and
my eyes shut, closing off the outside world as
something popped inside me and I felt lifted off the
bed on a wave of sensation. A sudden sharp throb in my
cock-root sent the first torrent of hot cream rushing
up my tube, burning as it went, and erupting from my
swollen glans. I yelped and cried, totally in his
power, as he drew the orgasm from my tortured prick.
His fingers ran around my rim, stimulating my
cock-root again, and it tightened to send another jet
up my urethra.
"Man, you're really into it," I heard him say in the
distance as another hot gush erupted from my prick. I
writhed on the bed, my prick throbbing, shooting
uncontrollably as I tumbled through the mind-numbing
throes of orgasm. I don't know how many more times I
ejaculated before the sensations began to fade. My tip
was becoming super-sensitive, and I wanted him to stop
but he didn't. Instead, his rough fingertips continued
punishing my throbbing glans, making me cry out again
and again as the sensations became unbearable and
tears came to my eyes.
Finally he stopped, and I relaxed, totally exhausted
and drained. I felt a few residual drops crawling up
my penis and seeping out the end of my now shrinking
glans. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Ron
was smiling down at me.
"Ohhh, you really made me come," I whispered in my
daze.
"I wish I'd brought my camcorder. It was quite a
sight. You were really shooting there."
"Wish you had too. I'd have liked to see it, but my
eyes were closed." My erection was subsiding, and Ron
let my cock flop back onto my stomach into the pool of
cream mingled with the hairs. A feeling of profound
languor crept over me, and the last thing I remember
was Ron snuggling up to me as I fell asleep.

The end