Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 07:58:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shower Spray, Part 2, Adult Friends, 2/3

Shower Spray, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I was first aware of fingers lightly tickling the
hairs on my ball sac. I normally awoke with a piss
hard-on, but this morning it was harder than usual,
and I was definitely getting some extra sensations. I
sighed as I felt a finger trace the bulge of my
urethra up along the underside of my prick. When the
finger reached the underside of my helmet it pressed
through the foreskin into the triangular groove formed
by the two sides of my corona.
	"That feel good?" I heard Max's voice. I opened my
eyes as I became fully awake, aware that he was lying
pressed against my right side, his right leg over
mine, and the hardness of his prick pressing into my
right hip.
	"Oh, yes, Max," I whispered, thoroughly enjoying the
sensations. Max had always been a master at
stimulating a prick, and he was giving me the full
treatment now. There were many worse ways to wake up,
I thought.
	"Remember yesterday evening?" he asked needlessly.
Feeling the pulse of the shower spray against my prick
had been so arousing long after I'd come that I'd
dreamt of it during the night and had awakened with a
hard-on.
	"That was so hot," I said. "That hot water pulsing
against my cock really drove me up the wall." As I
spoke, I felt his fingertip pressing through the skin
deeper into the triangular groove under my helmet,
hitting the hot spot and making my erection herder
yet. I pulled away from him enough to snake my fingers
between our bodies and tickle the hairs on his
scrotum. I saw his low hangers begin to draw up, and I
moved my hand to pinch the end of his long tapered
foreskin, pulling it up to stretch it.
	"Ooooohhh, that feels good," Max whispered as his
fingertip began a slight back and forth movement,
sliding my foreskin up and down my hot spot.
	"Like having your foreskin pulled, or do you prefer
having it skinned back?" I asked. I kept stretching
his long tight foreskin, and now I could see the
outline of his long strawberry shaped glans through
the skin as it thinned out under the tension.
	"Both. Anything you do to my dick feels nice, only in
different ways." I felt the tension building in his
body as I continued to stretch his foreskin, pulling
slightly and then relaxing, alternating the sensations
I was giving him. "When you pull my cock-skin out that
way, I can feel the friction as it slides over the
head. When you skin it back, I can feel the friction
too, and my skin stretches in a different way."
	"I can make you come this way. Want me to do that?" I
suggested. I kept pulling his foreskin out, and then
letting it slide back as I spoke.
	"I'd love that, but this time let's come together,"
he answered.
	"We've never done that," I said. "We've always done
each other so that we could watch and feel each other
come."
	"Yeah, and it's been great. I always got a vicarious
thrill feeling your dick throb in my fingers and
watching your cream shoot out. I can feel every pulse
on the underside each time you shoot." Max had now
pushed his fingers into the opening of my foreskin and
I felt it tickling my slit, sending a new thrill into
my helmet and down my shaft.
	"Oh, that feels really nice. I'm glad you don't have
long fingernails. They'd scratch the head." His finger
was now tracing small circles around my slit,
stretching my foreskin out as it moved around the
opening. I pushed my fingertip into the tight opening
of his long foreskin, probing for the hard hot head.
	"That feels good too," he said. "I'm glad you bite
your fingernails too."
	"Your tip's so wet, Max. You leak a lot more lube
than I do, and it makes it so easy to run my finger
around the head." Now I was pushing my finger deeper
into his foreskin, caressing the body of the head,
feeling its glassy smooth surface.
	Oooohhhh, that feels soooo good," he said as I
twirled my finger around the head. "That sends a
thrill through me right down to my toes."
	"I love doing that to you, Max. I know it feels as
good as when you do it to me."
	"I'll get some glycerin. Your dick's drier than mine,
and you could use some lube." He reached with his
other hand to the bedside table, bringing back a small
squirt bottle. He removed his finger from my foreskin
and squirted a couple of drops of the clear slippery
fluid onto it, and then slipped it into the orifice of
my foreskin again.
	"Ohhhh, that glycerin feels warm," I said as I felt
his slick coated finger push deeper into my foreskin,
circling around my swollen helmet.
	"Yeah, that warm feeling helps the sensations. Your
tip's really hard now." Max's finger probed deeper to
caress the rim of my cock-head. "I like the way your
rim flares," he continued. "That's really sexy." My
finger was now at his corona, and I ran it around the
softly rounded rim to stimulate the nerve endings.
	"Your finger's really stretching my foreskin," I
said. "That makes it feel even better." I could see
the outline of his fingertip circling my glans through
the stretched foreskin. He ran it down along my rim on
one side until he reached my hot spot under the head
and began strumming my gee-string slowly, adding to
the sensations.
	I like the way you're running your finger around my
rim. That gives me a tingle in the head," he said.
	"You're making my tip tingle too," I replied. If you
keep that up, you'll have my load." I felt a
tightening in my scrotum, although it's normally
tight, but now it drew up closer to my body.
	"I'm going to get us a towel," he said as he broke
away and went into the bathroom. When he returned he
spread the towel in a double layer on the bed between
us and continued: "We both cream so much that it would
get through the sheet and soak the mattress." Now he
lay facing me, his stiff seven-inch erection pointing
up between us. I shifted position so that I was on my
side facing him.
	"Your prick's pointing right at my face," I said as I
grasped his tight foreskin and began sliding it back
along his tapered red glans. The pointed end came into
view, the long slit parting it and leaking
lubrication. Max reached between us and stripped my
glans bare, sliding my hood back slowly to let me
enjoy the stretching sensation to the fullest. "That
feels so nice, the way you're stretching my skin back
over the head." I felt my foreskin snap down into the
deep groove behind the rim to form a thick fleshy
collar.
	"Your tip's purple; mine's red," he said as he closed
his hand around both our pricks. "I'm going to hold
our dicks together like this, so I can feel yours
throb when you come and you'll feel mine."
	"I think we can come together," I said, even though
your tip's more sensitive than mine. I think red tips
are more sensitive, anyway." Max now began a slight
stroking motion, sliding his encircling fingers up
over our bared heads, as I continued to hold his long
tight foreskin back along his shaft.
	"You'll have to keep my skin back," he said. "You
know how it slides up over the head if you let go."
Our pricks were in full contact now, from their bases
to the heads, and I felt the smooth bulge of his thick
gee-string pressing against mine. His warm fingers
flicked over my corona, snapping it back and forth
each time.
	"That feels really good, your fingers on my rim" I
whispered. "I hope it feels as good for you."
	"It does, Jack. I can feel the little bumps on your
rim too. They're pretty sensitive, you told me."
	"They are, Max. Even with the lube to make it
smoother, your fingers are really hitting those nerve
endings. That feels really good for me."
	"I can feel the bulges on the bottom of your head
sliding against mine when you move." I hadn't realized
it but under the stimulation I'd begun moving my hips
slightly, thrusting into his encircling fingers to
intensify my sensations. I was also holding his
foreskin back with two fingers, and now I dragged the
thick skin back farther along his shaft to put more
tension on his gee-string. I felt and saw his ruddy
glans dip down, pressing harder against mine.
	"HOO-WOW! That's hot!" he said, and I felt his body
shudder against mine. "Better stop doing that or
you'll make me pop right now." I relaxed my grip on
his shaft-skin, and he took a deep breath.
	"Right. I don't want to make you come before I do."
	"Better let me do the work right now. I want to get
you to the point where you're right on the edge. I can
catch up with you easily." I felt his fingers riding
over my corona as he moved his fist up and down your
pricks in short strokes, concentrating on stimulating
my glans. Now he cupped his hand over the ends of our
pricks and his fingers traced my corona along its
contours, caressing it and working on the nerve
endings. He pressed harder and I caught my breath.
	"That feels really nice, working your fingers along
my rim and into my groove." I said.
	"I just love to feel that sexy rim. I love the way it
flares. It's really hard now." Max's fingers kept
caressing my rim and pressing down into the deep
groove behind it.
	"It feels good, really good, Max," I whispered.
"You're making my prick feel good."
	"I can see the head getting darker," he said as he
shifted his grip to grasp both heads in his fist once
more, applying the short up and down strokes as
before.
	"Now I can see your tip's darker red. Sure you can
hold off a few seconds longer?"
	"I think I can. Now that we're really getting into
it, just let yourself go. When you feel you're going
to come, then pull my skin back hard to make sure I
come with you." I felt the sensations building up
inside and knew that we were in the final leg of our
race to orgasm.
	"My bladder's full. That's making it harder for me to
relax. Anyway, our hands are pressing into us."
	"Yeah, Jack, my bladder's full too, and I feel the
same tension you are. I can feel my balls tight
against my body, too." My sensations were peaking, and
the tension was creeping from my groin all over my
body.
	"Getting close, Max," I whispered. "Don't know how
long now..." I trailed off.
	"Me too," he whispered back as he redoubled his
efforts on my glans, which was rock-hard and aching
for release. I felt the familiar build-up of sensation
in my tip.
	"My tip's tingling," I said. "I'm right on the edge."
My eyes closed. His cheek was against mine, and he
whispered in my ear:
	"Let it happen, Jack. When you start to come, just
pull my skin back hard." The tingle in my helmet
dominated my attention now, and it felt as if my prick
was about to burst. I heard Max's voice again:
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I knew he was close to the peak,
and then I felt a hot electric jolt in my glans and
cried out as it traveled down my shaft to my
cock-root. I yanked back hard on his shaft-skin as I
felt the heavy pounding of my orgasm begin in my
cock-root. The first squirt of boiling liquid poured
into my urethra, racing towards the end of my prick,
and I felt his cock throb hard against mine, the head
pressing into my glans as it dipped forward.
	I was utterly lost in the hot rush of sensation as
the hot lava burned its way up my tube, and dimly in
the distance I heard Max cry out helplessly as the
orgasm hit him and devastated his consciousness. Our
pricks throbbed hard against each other as we shot our
loads, and I felt the slippery fluids against my glans
as his fist gripped them tightly. Max was now pumping
both hot tips hard, enhancing the sensations, and we
shot again.
	I had my other arm under him, and now held him
tightly to me as our orgasms raged on, filling us with
sensation. Despite the mind-numbing blast of the
orgasm, I knew he was feeling the same sensations that
gripped me. Our bodies were hot and sweaty, and our
pricks throbbed simultaneously as we shot again. I
felt his body straining against mine, totally caught
up in the torrents of sensation.
	My prick felt hot, and the outpouring of life-fluid
from both of us added to the heat as our hot hard
cocks throbbed against each other, releasing twin
gushes of semen that coated his fingers and our
cock-heads. My hips were bucking, forcing my prick
against his, thrusting it between his tight fingers,
and we throbbed again.
	M
y tip suddenly became super-sensitive, and I felt Max
release his grip. I realized that his must have also
become over-sensitive, but I kept my tight grip on his
shaft-skin to keep the tension on his gee-string. My
hips bucked again, and my prick slid over his as I
heard his cries rise in pitch. I knew that I must also
be groaning and moaning, but in my frenzy I did not
hear myself. My breathing was labored, and I felt
Max's chest heave against mine and his heartbeat
pounding against me.
	The pulses in our pricks grew weaker, until we were
both merely dribbling, as we came down off our mutual
high. I relaxed my grip on Max's prick, and opened my
eyes to see his foreskin sliding up over his flaming
red tip. More white cream seeped from the puckered end
of his foreskin, and I saw that my helmet was still
seeping.
	Max's head drew back and his eyes opened. He kissed
me lightly on the lips, a tender kiss that expressed
his affection more than a deep tongue kiss would have.
I saw the pools of thick white liquid on the towel
between us, and knew that we'd drained ourselves dry.
	"I really loved that," he whispered weakly. "Feeling
your dick pounding against mine was really hot. Once I
started coming, I was out of it, but somehow I still
felt your dick throbbing."
	"I felt your prick full length against mine while you
were blasting off. That hard throbbing made my orgasm
even hotter."
	"I also felt the big head of your dick throbbing in
my fingers each time you shot. I knew you were really
into it. You creamed as much as I did. That's why
we've got a flood on that towel." Our pricks were
beginning to soften, despite the pressure in our
bladders, as the tension left our bodies.
	"That was nice, feeling your hot prick against mine,"
I said. "It was so hot, so intimate."
	"Yes, it was intimate, Jack. I felt as if we were one
body."
	"Me, too," I added. "Your whole body was hot against
mine."
	"Well, we'd better get up and clean off," he said as
he broke away and led me into the bathroom, where we
stepped into the shower. The hot water felt soothing
as it poured over us, and Max took the shower head off
its clip and played it on my groin area.
	"That feels really good," I said as I felt the water
spray sluicing over my prick, flowing down the shaft
and enveloping the tip with its heat.
	"Your skin's still back," he pointed out. "The hot
water on your tip's going to help you pee." I felt the
pressure inside me increasing, and my need to void
intensified.
	"Yeah, the water on my naked tip's really doing it.
I'll be letting go in a second or two." My sphincter
relaxed, and I felt the stream begin, first as a
trickle, and then it built to full flow as my body
responded to the stimulation. Max held my prick up and
played the shower spray right against the front of my
helmet, and I felt the sharp stinging needles sending
hot thrills into my glans.
	"Some of it's going down your hole," he said.
	"Oh, yes, I can feel that. You're going to drain me
dry that way."
	"You're going soft, but your big tip's still swollen,
and the hole's still wide open." The yellow liquid
continued to pour from my prick, splashing onto his
groin and running down his prick. Now I felt the
pressure relenting, and my flow decreased. Max began
milking my prick, his fingers pressing into the
underside behind my balls and working forward to
squeeze the shaft.
	"Okay, I'm drained," I said. "Now it's your turn.
Give me the spray and I'll hold your foreskin back to
let it hit the head." I took the shower spray from his
and grasped his prick around the head, sliding the
foreskin back to uncover the long tapered head. The
water gushed onto his naked tip and I saw his eyes
close in ecstasy.
	"That's really working on you, isn`t it? Feel the
pressure build up inside?" The stinging needles of the
hot jet hit the long lips of his slit and parted them,
stabbing deeply into his hole.
	"Oh, yeah, Jack, I feel it. I'm going to let go any
second now." I watched carefully and saw the lips of
his long slit part to let the first trickle pass, and
then they gaped as the full force of his stream came
pouring through them into the shower of water coming
the opposite way. My thumb was on top of his prick,
and my index finger underneath felt his urethra swell
with the flow.
	"Just relax, Max. Just let it happen. You're doing
fine, and we'll have you emptied out in a minute." His
yellow liquid flowed in a torrent, washing over my
legs as he relieved himself, and I added: "It feels
like your prick's vibrating with the flow, it's so
strong."
Max poured out his fluid in a powerful stream until it
weakened and became just a trickle again.
	"Oh, that felt good. I really needed that." His flow
had relented to just a dribble, and now I began
milking his prick as he'd done mine. The lips of his
slit had collapsed, but now they parted again to let
each residual drops pass. "I can feel every drop going
through my slit," he said. "It's really sensitive
there."
	Now we soaped each other lovingly, and when Max got
to my prick he just held it up to let the water rinse
the head and foreskin collar. Then he pulled it
forward to envelop my glans.
	"You don't really need soap to clean it," he said.
"It doesn't get that dirty. You have to keep it
forward now, to protect the precious head and keep it
from drying out." Now I grasped his limp prick and
eased back the foreskin, uncovering the red strawberry
head.
	"Yeah, then it would lose sensitivity," I said. "Now
I'll just rinse yours too. All that cream and lube is
water-soluble." Once his tip was clean and glossy, I
released his foreskin, and we both watched as it slid
forward to encase the tip once more.
	"Well, let's go out for breakfast and then we can
plan our day," he said, shutting off the water. We can
talk about what we'll do tomorrow morning, too."
	"I think we can find something exciting to do in the
morning," I said with a chuckle.
	"You might dock me with that large skin hood," he
said seriously, staring into my eyes. "Ever dock
anybody? I never did because my skin's too tight."
	"No, I never did, not hard, anyway. I know I've got a
lot of foreskin, but I've also got a big head inside
it. The only way I ever docked any guy was after I'd
come and gone limp. Then the head was small enough to
allow some extra room."
	"My head's narrow and tapered, he said. "It just
might fit inside your dick-skin even when you're
hard." He left me to think about that the rest of the
day.

To be continued in Part 3