Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 05:48:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reunion With Al, Part 1, Adult Friends, 1/6

Reunion with Al, Part 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I remembered my childhood friend Al vividly, and
recognized him after over 30 years. We'd progressed
through the same classes all through elementary
school, but had lost track of each other after my
family had moved away. Now I saw him at a bar where I
occasionally stopped for a beer after work, and went
over to make sure it was him.
	"Hey, Al, I'm Jack from Benedict Arnold Grade
School," I said. He turned and blinked at me several
times behind his thick glasses, and I feared that I'd
made a mistake.
"Al?" I asked again. Then he smiled.
	"Hey, Jack, it's been a long time. You've changed a
lot. I didn't recognize you at first." He got off his
stool and extended his hand. With the ice broken, we
got fresh drinks and moved to a corner table where we
caught up on old times. We still worked in the same
city where we'd spent our childhoods and adolescences.
Despite this, we'd never encountered each other
through the years, possibly because we moved in
different circles. He was a construction foreman and I
was a purchasing agent. We'd both been married and
widowed, and had each had two kids who were now grown
up and on their own.
	"Come on over to my place," he said after we'd had a
couple more beers. "I don't live all that far and I'd
like to show you the place. I really modified it over
the years." As I'd sold the house and moved to an
apartment after Helen had died, I was curious
regarding how he lived, alone in a big house.
	After we'd parked in his driveway he showed me
inside. The house had begun as a standard housing unit
built by a developer, but he'd added many custom
features, such as a veranda outside the upstairs
bedroom, and a high slat fence around the yard.
	"Hey, it's hot," he said. "Let's go for a dip in the
pool. I added that a couple of years after I bought
the house."
	"I didn't bring a bathing suit," I said
apologetically.
	"Who cares? Nobody can see in with that fence, and
we've seen each other before." He was right. We'd been
naked in front of each other many times in the
school's locker room. We stripped down on the patio
and went into the pool. I saw that Al's sandy brown
hair was a few shades lighter than my own, even in his
pubic area. He was slightly shorter than my six feet,
with a stocky build.
	"I see you're still uncut," he said once we were up
to our necks in water. I wasn't surprised that he'd
noticed, as one reason we'd been friends in school was
that we were the only two intact boys in our class. We
enjoyed our minority status, as other boys looked at
our pricks with a little awe and a lot of envy. After
all we were intact and they were the amputees.
	"Oh, yeah, why shouldn't I be?" I asked.
	"Our family doctor kept telling me I should get cut,"
he said. "He said it was cleaner and all that crap. He
even wanted to cut my two boys when they were born,
but I didn't let him. I wanted them to grow up natural
like their old man. Now that they're adults, they're
glad I didn't get them cut."
	"We had two girls," I said. "That question didn't
come up. Our doctor never hassled me about my
foreskin, either."
	"Now that I'm on my own, and have to take care of
myself, I'm glad that I've still got that skin. It's
great for beating off." I was slightly surprised that
he was being so candid with me, and replied in kind:
	"I do the same thing. I don't have a girlfriend."
	"Well, neither do I. It's different when you're in
your 20s and when you're in your 40s. Women our age
today, they're mostly divorced and have really bitter
attitudes towards men."
	"I noticed that too. I tried dating after Helen died,
but I found that women seemed to have attitudes," I
said.
	"Anyway, beating off's lots of fun. You don't have to
buy yourself dinner, tell yourself that you love you,
and all that," he said, repeating the old joke.
	"I do that a few times a week," I said. "Sometimes I
just do it to relax after I get off work."
	"Yeah, it's nature's tranquilizer," he laughed. "It's
better than a drink or a pill. At least it doesn't
leave me with a hangover." Getting in the spirit of
the moment, I said:
	"I remember how we beat off together after school."
We'd gone to Al's home and as both his parents worked,
we'd been able to masturbate without interruption. I'd
watched, fascinated, as Al was almost a year older
than I and more mature. I'd heard of jacking off but
had never seen another boy do it, and then I imitated
him.
	"Hell, I remember too, and I feel like doing it now,"
he said, and as he spoke I noticed that his hand was
moving under the surface of the water. "Come on, want
to join me?" he asked as he climbed out of the pool
and sat in a deck chair. I sat in the next chair and
watched him play with his prick in the dim exterior
lighting. It was still soft, possibly because he was
worried about how I'd react, but he slowly worked his
foreskin back and forth to partly reveal the bulbous
head. My hand dropped to my prick and I began rolling
the long nipple of my foreskin between thumb and
forefinger. His head turned to look.
	"That's okay, I don't mind," I said. "Actually I've
played with guys a couple of times in the past year.
Al seemed relieved at hearing this and confessed:
	"Yeah, I've done that too. It's nice beating off
together."
	"Like we were kids," I replied.
	"You always had more skin than I did," he observed.
"Even now, you've got an overhang. Mine only goes to
the end of the head, and it starts to pull back when I
get hard. Does yours?" Al's prick had begun to swell
as he worked his foreskin up and down the head, and
now more of the head was revealed, even on the
up-stroke.
"No, mine's long enough to cover the head, even when
I'm hard all the way. That extra skin gives me a nice
long stroke." As we'd begun the sex talk, my prick had
started swelling. I was eager to join him in jacking,
and felt the sensations building.
"Let's go for it,' he said, and his hand began moving
faster on his prick, which was now fully hard. His
purple bulb, with its blunt front end, was prominent
at the end of his prick, and on each up-stroke he
brought the ring of foreskin up to crush the thick
rim.
"You're ahead of me, I think." As I spoke I increased
my pace to keep up with him. The outline of my swollen
helmet was clearly visible through my long foreskin,
which still covered it.
"Gettin' that tingle in the rim," he said.
"Just like when we were kids," I replied. "Then you
used to say that too."
	"You got that tingle, too," he said. "I remember you
telling me that when you got close to shooting."
	"I think my tip's gonna be tingling soon," I said as
I continued to pump my foreskin.
	"Man, this is hot," Al whispered as his fist flew up
and down his pole, dragging the foreskin back hard and
then bringing it up over his rim. I saw his scrotum
had drawn tightly against his body.
	"You're close now, and I'm going to slow down for a
minute to watch you shoot," I said as I relented. I
wanted to see how Al ejaculated as an adult.
	"Any second, now," Al grunted as he closed his eyes
and headed into the final stretch. His tip was fully
swollen, but there wasn't enough light to see if the
color change had begun. His tip was covered with lube,
though, and glistened in the dim light.
	"HUH! HUH! HUH!" he cried as the first gush poured
from his slit, running down the head and coating his
foreskin and trembling, encircling fingers. Al moaned
and grunted as successive gushed poured from his
prick, totally lost in the sensations of orgasm. I
watched avidly as he reveled in self-pleasure,
enjoying the moment of release. I'd stopped stroking
myself, totally focusing on his ejaculations, until
his hand stopped moving and his body began to relax.
	"That was quite a show, Al," I said. "You really
spurted a lot. It's all over your hand and even in
your pubic hair."
	After a few seconds he opened his eyes, struggling
out of the daze that gripped him after his explosive
release. He said:
	"Yeah, that was nice. It's always nice. I'm still
tingling deep inside. Hope you enjoyed the show." I
nodded and said:
	"Now I'll shoot for you," as my hand resumed its
stroking, and I felt the familiar sensations building
in my groin.
	"I really want to watch this," he said. I want to see
how much of a load you shoot these days."
	"I'm getting' that tingle," I said as I felt the
sensations building in my prick-head. "Won't be long
now." My entire body was tensing in anticipation, as I
raced toward my orgasm, not even thinking of
prolonging the sensations, only intent on attaining
release as soon as possible.
	"Your tip's really big inside that skin," he observed
as I stroked my prick without drawing the foreskin
back at all. My tight fleshy sleeve moved easily over
the swollen helmet, filling it with sensation, until I
felt the explosion was imminent and my eyes closed.
	"HAHHHH! HAHHHH!" I grunted loudly as I felt the
first hot torrent squirting into my tube, burning its
way up like a stream of lava, almost painful as its
stimulation overwhelmed my mind. I felt my crotch
muscles contract again, sending another hot stream up
my prick. My world had shrunk to just my body, and my
consciousness was dominated by the joyful agony of my
orgasm as my prick gushed again and again.
	My sensations had diminished to weak spasms now, and
I knew I was seeping my last drops. I felt myself
sinking into the stupor of the after-shock as I
relaxed and my breathing returned to normal. When I
opened my eyes I saw Al staring at me intently,
alternating between my prick and my face.
	"I really enjoyed watching your face while you were
shooting," he said. "You were really keyed up." A
steady stream of white liquid poured from the end of
my foreskin, running down my shaft and fingers,
forming a puddle in my pubic hairs.
	"That was nice," I sighed. My prick was subsiding
now, and I saw that Al's had shrunk completely, with
the foreskin covering the head to leave only a small
opening.
	"Let's get in the shower," he suggested. "We'd better
wash that stuff off before it dries." He got up and I
followed him into the bedroom that opened onto the
pool area and the bathroom beyond.
	The hot water pouring down on us felt good. We stood
facing each other and the water ran down our fronts.
Al commented:
	"This will rinse the chlorine off our bodies," with a
laugh. I knew what he meant, the chlorine from the
pool and the chlorine odor from our ejaculations. The
hot water was also sluicing down my prick, and I felt
a powerful urge to release my bladder.
	"Okay if I pee in the shower?" I asked. "That beer we
drank just caught up to me." When Al nodded, I pinched
the end of my foreskin nipple and we both watched as
it began to fill, distending until the shape of my
helmet disappeared.
	"I figured you'd do that," he said, "with that long
skin of yours. Well, look, I can do it too." He
grasped his foreskin, stretching it out beyond the end
of his shrunken prick, and I watched it distend into a
ball shape, hiding the contours of his glans. I
released my foreskin and a thick yellow gush poured
from it, spraying our legs. Now Al released his
distended hood and his spray poured over us both. I
pinched mine again, because I wasn't finished, and a
second later Al's fingers closed around the end of his
hood as well. Both foreskins filled with urine, and
then we let go to watch the sprays erupt over us
again.
	"I always did that in the shower," I said.
	"With that long skin of yours, I'm not surprised."
	"My foreskin's always been tight, and this is how I
loosened it up. Can you believe that once I couldn't
get it back off the head?"
	"With that big head of yours, I'm not surprised at
that either. You can skin it back now, right?" I drew
my foreskin back as my stream dribbled off to reveal
the glans.
	"Man, your tip's got a nice helmet shape," he said.
"I really like that flaring rim, the way
 it turns up at the edge. That looks really nice."
	"Let's see yours," I suggested. "You're going to have
to skin back to rinse off the pee anyway." Al grasped
his foreskin at the back of the glans and pulled
toward his body, drawing the hood completely off the
bulging head.
	"Show and tell, huh?" he said as he proudly displayed
his big purple tip.
	"You've got a mushroom type," I observed. "You've got
a big blunt tip and it comes straight back on top."
	"Yeah, but the rim doesn't flare like yours does.
Does your skin stay back when you let go?" I released
my prick to show him, and we watched my foreskin bunch
up against my rim in a thick fleshy collar.
	"See? It locks back behind my rim, even when I'm
soft."
	"Mine does too. My rim doesn't flare, but it's high,
and there's a deep groove behind it." He released his
hood and it butted up against his corona in a thick
ring of skin.
	"That looks nice too," I said. "I think your prick's
a little longer than mine. I've got just a little over
six inches."
	"Mine's closer to seven," he said. "They're the same
thickness, though. You've got that big vein on the
right side."
	You've got a couple of smaller veins along the top."
	"I guess we're all clean now. Let's get dry and we
can relax and talk." He turned off the water and we
climbed out. We dried ourselves, but when he suggested
that he dry my back for me, I didn't object, but did
the same for him a minute later. The feel of his body
through the terrycloth gave me a particular
satisfaction.
	We went out to the kitchen, where Al took two
longnecks from the refrigerator and we sat at the
table. We lit cigarettes and exchanged experiences.
	"I think I enjoy beating off more now than when I was
younger," he said. "Back then the big thing was
getting laid, but I don't think that's all it's
cracked up to be."
	"I know what you mean. I enjoyed regular sex, but
I've got to tell you that my most intense orgasms were
from stroking."
	"I really enjoy stroking, but the hottest comes I had
were when another guy was doing it to me. It's
different when it's not your own hand." As he spoke,
he reached down to squeeze his big mushroom through
the covering skin. His balls were loose on the seat in
front of him, but I knew his scrotum wouldn't remain
slack for long.
	"Depends on the guy," I said. "I've had a few
experiences with guys lately but I found that cut guys
really don't know how to handle foreskins."
	"Hey, you got that right. They're too rough. They
don't understand how sensitive a natural dick is.
They're just like women. Women don't know how to make
a cock feel really good."
	"Yep, that's been my experience with women too," I
agreed. "One woman freaked out when she found out I
wasn't cut. She thought all men were, and she didn't
know what to do with the foreskin."
	"That happened to me too," Al said. This woman I met,
a friend's sister, was pretty nice all round, but when
we got into bed and she felt my joint, she asked me
what was wrong with my dick. She'd never even seen a
real cock before." By now our sex talk and casual
handling had given me a funny tingle in my groin.
	"One thing's sure," I said. "You and I would know
what to do with each other's foreskins."
	"Those times, we watched each other do it, but never
did it to each other," he observed.
	"You're right, Al. I guess we were scared or
something. I think I'd enjoy it if we did it to each
other now. After all, how long have we known each
other?" Our pricks were still soft as I spoke,
although I knew this would soon change. I let my hand
drop into my lap and began rolling my long foreskin
nipple between two fingers.
	Al reached over and pushed my hand away to grasp the
end of my foreskin exactly the way I'd been holding
it. As he rolled the nipple between his thumb and
index finger, he said:
	"Let me do that. I always wanted to feel your dick
getting hard inside that long skin." I grasped his, as
he'd removed his hand to give me access, and began
stripping his foreskin up and down gently. I knew the
mild sliding friction would get him hard quickly.
	"You have a big head on yours," I remarked. "I can
really feel it through the skin."
	"I can feel yours too. I can even see the shape
through your skin," he replied.
	"You always stroke with your skin back," I said.
"Yours doesn't cover all the way when you're hard."
Now Al's prick was fully erect, and the most I could
pull his foreskin was half-way up the big mushroom
head.
	"I saw you stroking with your skin covering it," he
said. I guess you don't watch the tip shoot."
	"I can't," I said. "My eyes close when I come, just
like yours. I was looking at your face and I noticed
that."
	"Well, now we'll make each other come, and we'll be
able to watch each other shoot," he said. "Mind if I
skin you back when you get close? I'd really like to
see you shoot your spunk from that big helmet." As he
spoke, he slipped my foreskin all the way down,
revealing the big purple tip.
	"You normally shoot or dribble?" I asked. "The few
times I've been able to watch, I've just dribbled when
I did myself. A couple of times when another guy did
me, my prick shot hard, he said. I didn't see it
because my eyes were closed."
	"I dribble too," he answered. "just like you saw
outside. I didn't see it, but I could feel it
dribbling. I don't know what I do when someone else
does me. I never asked. Anyway, I wanted to get a
close look at your tip. You've seen mine."
	"Like what you see?" I asked.
	"Bet I do. I'd never seen your cock skinned back
close up before, only when we showered back in school.
You really matured. That's a man-sized helmet you've
got. It's different from my mushroom shape. Even your
slit's different. It looks like a teardrop, not a
slit."
	"It pouts when the head swells," I explained. When my
prick's soft, it looks just like yours, although not
as long." Al leaned his head closer, turning my prick
slightly.
	"You've got those little bumps back of your ridge,"
he said. "My brother had those too. He said they were
the nerve endings. I guess mine are buried in the skin
because they don't stick out like yours do."
	"You really get off inspecting my prick, don't you?"
I asked, rhetorically. Al answered me literally:
	"I don't mind telling you I do. I like to see and
handle a well-formed dick. Yours looks like its got
character." I was still holding Al's shaft in my hand,
exerting traction to keep his big mushroom exposed. I
saw that a drop of clear fluid had parted the lips of
his long slit.
	"Can I get a closer look at your prick? It turns me
on." Al leaned back to give me a better look, and
resumed working my foreskin in slow, languorous
strokes. I took a good look at his equipment.
	"Take your time," he said. "We're in no hurry. Maybe
if we take our time, we'll come really hard. You find
that taking your time makes it hotter?"
	"I do," I replied. "I found that the longer the
build-up, the more intense it is when I finally come."
	"Yeah, outside was just a quickie," Al delivered in
judgment. "If we make it last now, we'll really blow
our loads."
	"I'm for that," I agreed. "Now that I'm looking at
this beautiful equipment, I'm glad we met today. Your
mushroom head's a nice purple color, and it gets
darker around the rim. Right around your slit, though,
it's pinkish purple."
	"Yours is the same way. Your helmet's light
pink-purple around the slit, and gets dark purple at
the rim."
	"The nose of your glans is blunter than mine," I
continued. "Your tip doesn't have the same taper. Your
ridge is just as high, though it doesn't flare. Your
slit's  longer, and you lube a lot more than I do."
	"I guess you're right," Al agreed. "Anyway, I'm glad
you said my dick turns you on. That means a lot to
me."
	Your balls hang down more than mine," I added.
	"Yeah, I've got low hangers. I noticed yours are
pretty tight, all the time."
	"They've always been this way. Tight foreskin, tight
balls. The tight scrotum doesn't bother me, though. My
foreskin was tight when I was young, but I worked it
loose through exercise," I said laughing.
	"Lots of exercise, I bet," Al laughed. "I gave mine
lots of exercise too."
	"Yours isn't as tight as mine. It slips back pretty
easily, even when you're hard."
	"That it does," Al replied. "I noticed your skin was
tight when I pulled it back a minute ago. It really
hugs the head. Does that feel better to you?" He
worked my foreskin up and down a few times, giving me
a thrill with each stroke.
	"Well, the tightness adds pressure on the head. That
certainly feels better. What really feels good is
feeling your fingers on my prick," I said as I worked
his foreskin up and down.
	"You said I lube a lot more than you. Your helmet and
skin seem kinda dry. Want to have some of my lube to
help you?" he asked.
	"That would help," I replied.
	"Okay, stand up." Al was about my height, and when we
stood to face each other he was easily able to bring
his big mushroom head against mine. Holding my
foreskin tightly back, he circled my helmet with his
wet, glistening tip, and then drew my foreskin forward
again to spread the wetness over my glans.
	"Oh, that feels better," I said. "I feel more
comfortable with the foreskin well lubed."
	"I'll give you a little more," he said as he again
drew back my foreskin. Now he milked his prick with a
finger pressed firmly into the underside to bring up
the slippery liquid inside his urethra, and dribbled
it onto the broad upper surface of my glans. He worked
my foreskin forward, spreading the viscous fluid
evenly over the head, and then sat down again.
	"That made it really smooth," I remarked as his
expert fingers once more began their rhythmic stroking
of my foreskin. "It feels very good now." I grasped
his prick and resumed working his foreskin over his
rim, bringing it back sharply on each down-stroke.
	"Oh, that feels nice, the way you're doing it," he
sighed. "I like the way you jerk my skin down. It
gives me a hot thrill around the neck of my dick."
	"That's the way it's supposed to feel. I'm hitting
your ridge on the way up, and stretching your
foreskin's nerve endings when I pull it down."
	"That's going to make me come pretty fast," he said
as he continued to stroke my foreskin, which now slid
smoothly up and down my helmet from the end down to
the flaring rim.
	"Maybe you ought to come first," I suggested. "That
way, I'll be able to watch and feel you come while my
eyes are still open."
	"That's gonna be a real turn-on for you. I can tell,"
he said. "I hope you don't blast off at the same
time."
	"Just go easy on the stroking," I said as I picked up
the pace on his prick. Now his scrotum was drawn up
tightly against his body, and I knew he wasn't far
from release.
	"Okay, but I'd like to hold on to your joint while
you're stroking me," he replied. "Feeling your hard
prick's a real turn-on for me, especially the way your
skin slides."
	"That's fine," I advised. "Slide my skin, but don't
squeeze and don't do it too fast." I felt the pressure
of his fingers around my prick lessen, and his pace
slowed.  Meanwhile, I squeezed his mushroom head
tighter through the skin.
	"You're givin' me that tingly feeling in the rim," he
whispered.
	"And your balls are tight against your body," I
contributed.
	"So tingly..." he trailed off.
	"I can feel the head's getting harder through the
foreskin," I commented. "It's getting darker too." A
steady stream of lubricant continued to flow from the
long lips of his slit, fueled by his mounting
excitement.
	"It feels so swollen, like it's gonna explode," he
whispered as his eyes closed. "Just do me, let me
shoot on the floor. It's tile, anyway." His glossy
mushroom seemed to quiver in the bright kitchen light
as I stroked his foreskin against it, and when I
pulled back it was revealed in all its glory. The
muscles in his face tightened, and I knew he was right
on the edge.
	"Relax, relax," I urged as I slowed my pace. I wanted
him to remain on the verge of orgasm as long as
possible, until his body would respond automatically
and release his fluid in a hot explosive blast. He was
poised on the edge, his entire body tensed,
anticipating the hot contractions that would start him
on his plunge into the free-fall of orgasm.
	"HUNNNNHHHH!" he cried out as the first heavy pulse
in his shaft hammered against my encircling fingers. A
heavy stream of white cream slammed through the lips
of his slit, parting them to shoot two feet before
landing on the cold tiles. His body strained in the
chair as he gripped the arms convulsively, overwhelmed
by the hot sensations, and another eruption shot from
the end of his mushroom to arc onto the floor.
	AAAAGGHHHH!" he cried again, helpless against the
blissful agony that flooded his body. His hard prick
throbbed in my hand as I brought his foreskin up to
bump against his rim, sending him into another
explosive spasm. As I drew his foreskin back hard, I
saw that the mushroom head was an angry dark purple,
and I felt it throbbing with passion.
	Al grunted loudly as another hot stream erupted from
his throbbing tip, and his legs splayed out
uncontrollably. Another hot discharge shot from his
slit, spreading the lips into an oval. Al's body
shuddered again and another gush poured out, but not
as forcefully this time. Several more loads of white
fluid flowed from his tip, filling the air with the
familiar odor of chlorine, before he was still.
	I held his now still prick in my hand, watching the
residual oozing from his slit as his shaft began to
soften between my fingers. Al was totally still,
exhausted by the frenzy of the orgasm that had
consumed him, and rapidly sinking into the torpor of
the afterglow. As his prick shrunk, I eased the
foreskin down over the head to protect the sensitive
tip before letting go. His hand had slipped from my
prick, and was hanging at his side as he let his head
fall back.
	I got up, my hard prick swinging side to side in
front of me as I walked over to the counter to gather
some paper towels. While Al was still out of it, I
wiped the copious pools of cream he'd shot onto the
floor. Then I knelt before him and reached under his
still tight sac to press a fingertip into his urethra
and force the residue forward. Milking his shaft, I
dabbed at the orifice of his foreskin to catch the
ooze that flowed from it. His foreskin covered the
head completely, but did not close completely at the
end and I could see the opening in his glans through
the slot. The lips parted slightly as the residue
oozed from them, and I caught it in the paper towels.
Al opened his eyes while I finished wiping him and
said:
	"That was some wild ride. I really came hard."
	"You really shot, too. You weren't dribbling until
the end," I assured him. "I can imagine how intense it
was for you."
	"Intense! Man, I was floating! When my dick started
throbbing, I didn't know where I was. I felt your
fingers on my dick, and the way you were stroking me
made my tip feel like it was on fire."
	"You shot two feet, at least. Maybe you can still see
where it's a little wet where I wiped it off the
floor."
	"I'll take your word for it," he said. "I'd believe
you if you said I shot a mile. It felt like my dick
was exploding. My tip was tingling all the time and
each time I felt a load shoot through it I thought I
was dying."
	"I know how hot it was for you. I felt your prick
throb in my hand, and saw every spurt you shot. You
were moaning like you were in pain and your body was
shuddering."
	"It was almost painful," he said. "Each load I shot
burned."
	"Well, I'm glad I was able to do it for you," I
reassured him. "I was so excited watching and feeling
you come I almost shot my load too."
	"I'm glad you didn't," he replied. "If you'd creamed
right then, I wouldn't be able to watch you now." As
he spoke, he reached for my penis.
	"I like the feel of your fingers around me," I
murmured, giving in to the excitement.
	"Your penis hasn't softened a bit," he commented.
	"No, I'm really hot from watching you. It won't take
much to make me come." His skilled fingers began
maneuvering my foreskin expertly, twisting it as he
drew it down, accentuating the delicious friction
around my crown.
	"I'm going to pump your skin and then when you're
ready to come I'll pull it down so I can watch your
tip explode. I missed that show last time because you
had your skin forward."
	`You're already making me tingle," I said. I felt the
tension building in my body as I spoke. Now Al's
fingers were pulling my long foreskin all the way over
the end of my glans to form a tight pucker, and then
pulling it down to stretch over my flaring rim and
snap down into the deep groove behind it. When he
pulled it up again, the thick fleshy ring compressed
the nerve endings in my corona, sending a thrill down
my shaft.
	"A little faster now," he explained as his fingers
worked my foreskin more energetically. "I'll get you
to the edge and keep you there as long as I can." He
was as good as his word, and my prick responded as his
fingers worked to excite it.
	"Feels good..." I trailed off.
	"I can feel your dick-head getting' harder through
the skin," he commented. "It's nice and slippery."
	"Ohhhhh," I moaned as the sensations built.
	"There, I know it feels good. You're gettin' close."
The intense friction of my foreskin against my glans
increased as he expertly twisted it around my corona.
	"You really know what you're doin'," I whispered.
	"Your tip's darker now," he said as he stripped my
foreskin all the way back to reveal it down to the
corona. Your rim's really swollen now."
	"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned again, my excitement building
to an almost unbearable level.
	"When I see your eyes close I'll keep you stripped
back so I can watch your big helmet shoot." I moaned
again.
	"Just try to stay relaxed," he urged. "I'm gonna try
to make this last for you." He firmly nudged my
foreskin up to cover my tip completely. Now my eyes
closed involuntarily.
	"Now feel the skin going back, back, slowly," he
said. I felt my tight foreskin stretching as he slid
it back over the immensely swollen head.
	"Your helmet's really hard now, not soft and spongy
anymore," he commented, and as he spoke I felt a
fingertip touch my tip, pressing against the broad
upper surface, the touch sending hot sparks of
sensation stabbing deeply into my glans. I cried out,
and felt a warning throb deep inside me.
	"Now I'm gonna bump your rim and then pull the skin
back hard," he explained. "I know what that does for
you." I felt the shock wave of sensations as he bumped
my thick fleshy collar against my swollen rim, and
then pulled back hard, stretching the skin almost
painfully. My body began to shudder and my legs
spread. I felt him cup my balls with his other hand. I
felt myself withdrawing from the world, my mind
totally focused on the delicious sensations in my
prick.
	HUNHHHH!" I grunted hard as I felt the first sharp
contraction deep inside me, a spasm that sent the
first torrent of hot cream into my urethra. My load
burned like hot lava as it sped up my tube towards the
teardrop shaped exit in my glans, and I cried out
again.
	Al said something unintelligible as he stroked my
foreskin fully forward over my straining glans, and
another hot gush poured through my tube to shoot into
the air. I cried out helplessly, awash in blissful
agony.
	I felt Al pumping my foreskin up and down, adding to
the avalanche of sensations that fueled the frenzy of
my orgasm, and I shot again. Hard throbs filled my
glans, shaft, and cock-root.
	I lost track of my spasms, of time, and became
totally disoriented and lost in the mind-numbing limbo
of orgasm. I was ware only of the burning streams of
liquid shooting through my pulsing prick and aching
glans.
	The sensations diminished, and I realized that my
orgasm was ending. A few feeble pulses deep inside me
sent the last of my cream oozing up my tube, and then
it was over, really over. I slumped in the chair
totally dazed.
	Faintly I felt Al's fingers handling my prick,
reaching past my tight scrotum, and squeezing my
shaft. After awhile I realized that he was milking me
as I'd done with him. As I gradually returned to full
consciousness, I opened my eyes. Al spoke first:
	"Jack, you really came. You shot maybe two feet too.
I watched your face, and watched every load shoot out
of that beautiful purple tip. I guarantee you, if I
hadn't just come, I'd have shot my load right then."
	"It felt so good, Al. You made it feel so intense."
	"I know what you mean, Jack. You just did the same
for me."
	"I'm glad I did, Al."
	"I mean it, Jack. Your cock felt so alive, hard and
throbbing and shooting."
	"We'll have to do this again," I said. Al nodded
fervently.

End of Part 1