Date: Mon, 9 May 2005 07:19:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jack-off with Emil

Jack-off With Emil
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I was in Denver that week, and decided to spend an
evening at a bath house a friend had shown me the year
before. Frankly, the place had gone down from what I'd
remembered it to be. It was a little grimier, and the
class of clientele wasn't as nice, on the average.
Well, hell, I wasn't interested in the entire
clientele, but only one, if that.
I took my towel and went into the hot tub, made to
seat at least a dozen. As I was entering, another guy
sat down opposite me. He was a short, chunky guy, with
black hair, who looked as if he might be Native
American. He appeared to be a couple of years younger
than I was at the time, in his mid-50s. However, what
I immediately eyeballed was the short, thick penis
with a thick and tight foreskin, because it looked
very much like my own.
Still, I was too nervous and inexperienced to make any
advance. In fact, I had never picked up a guy in a
bath house in my life. I soon noticed, though, that he
was edging around the tub towards me. We were the only
ones in the tub at that moment, unless you count a
really fat guy who seemed to be dozing in the far
corner. In a couple of minutes, the chunky guy was
next to me, and I felt his hand caressing my flank
lightly. It was a little forward of him, but I didn't
mind, especially as I was too timid to do anything
myself.
"My name's Emil," he murmured in my ear. "You're a
nice man." That sounded a little strange, but hell,
maybe he was as nervous as I was, and inarticulate as
well. "Can I touch?" I asked, without specifying
exactly what I wanted to touch. He nodded, and I
reached for his penis, my fingers closing delicately
around the end, feeling the way the thick foreskin
capped the glans. His hand came over my thigh to grasp
my prick, and I felt him pinch the nipple of my
funnel-shaped hood, rolling it slowly between thumb
and forefinger. Naturally, both pricks began swelling,
although we knew we wouldn't be able to do much in the
tub.
"I really enjoy jerking off," he said. "So do I," I
replied, "although it's not as much fun alone."
"I don't live far from here," he said. "Let's go to my
place." This quick invitation surprised me, and I
replied; "Good idea. I'm a little nervous and don't
want to put on a show for all these guys in here." He
nodded, knowing that I was referring to some guys who
grabbed a bench or alcove and went at it, regardless
of who was watching. In fact, I think some guys
enjoyed showing off, as one had said to me last year
that he liked beating his meat with an audience, and
that the bigger the crowd, the hotter he became.
We got out of the tub and dried off, dressing
hurriedly in the locker room. I saw that Emil was
about 5'6", in contrast to my six feet, and that he
had a small roll of excess fat around his middle, as I
did. Outside, he told me to follow him, and i got into
my car and followed his until we got to a modest
apartment building nearby. There was lots of parking,
unusual for the downtown area, and I had no trouble
finding a spot near his Accord.
Once inside his living room, he began undressing and I
did the same. When we were naked, he asked; "Want to
watch a tape?" I thought about it, and realized that
maybe he had to have a tape to get turned on. "Okay,
if you wish," I replied. "Actually, I don't need a
tape to turn me on," he continued. "I was just
wondering if you needed it."
"Oh, no," I said. "You're enough to turn me on right
now." Emil smiled, and spread a thick blanket over his
couch, then sat down on it. He patted the place on his
left. "Come on, let's see what happens," he said. I
sat next to him, purposely placing my thigh against
his, feeling the warmth of his body, and found his
fingers immediately pinching my foreskin nipple again.
He seemed to enjoy that, and frankly so did I. I
reached over and pinched his glans through the thick
enveloping hood. Nothing happened at first, and I put
my other hand on the inside of his thigh, fingers
pressing against his groin. With the next pinch, I
felt a throb in his groin, and knew he was responding.
Pinching the glans produces the bulbo-cavernal reflex,
and erection follows within seconds.
My prick was swelling in his fingers, which had now
moved the clasp the shaft right behind the head,
slowly pumping my hood up and down over the seat of
sensation. A drop of lubricant crawled up my urethra,
and spread between my glans and the hood. The outline
of my Darth Vader style helmet was bulging through the
protective covering, and Emil commented; "Gee, I like
your cock-head. It's even bigger than mine."
Both cocks were hard now, and I saw his large,
plum-shaped head outlined under his hood, which still
remained tightly closed at the end. Our cocks were
slightly over six inches long, about the same
thickness, and both had foreskins that went right to
the end, even with hard-ons. Nature had been good to
us, and I felt very lucky.
I placed my thumb over the ridge of his glans, and two
fingers under the head, right on the frenulum. Slowly,
I began pulling back on his foreskin, in short
strokes, not enough to uncover the head but just to
make the tight ring press against the front of his
swollen glans. The opening stretched slightly, enough
for me to see that his urinary opening was right under
it, and had the same sexy tear-drop shape as mine. A
drop of clear fluid filled the opening, and I nudged
his foreskin forward again. My strategy was to
gradually stretch his foreskin, not yank it in one
sharp tug. I knew that stretching the tight skin
slowly was very pleasurable because it stretched the
nerve endings embedded inside the foreskin.
"I'm going to work it back very slowly," I explained
to Emil, and he nodded his understanding. I knew he
would, because we were able to experience a pleasure
cut guys cannot, the delight of having the nerve
endings in the foreskin stretch while expanding over
the knob on the end of the penis. I continued to work
on his tight hood, making the orifice stretch a little
bit more with each back-stroke. Emil did the same to
mine, and I saw the nipple stretch and dilate as he
tugged it back in slow stages.
Slow stretching gradually relaxed the ring muscle at
the end of the foreskin, and within minutes I was able
to uncover his tip half-way. I saw that his glans was
reddish, and came to a blunt dome at the end. My
rounded tip emerged from its hood, and Emil was able
to see its dark purple color. Both cock-heads
glistened wetly, because we'd been leaking a lot of
lubricant. "Your hole's just like mine," Emil
exclaimed. "I don't see many tear-drops around."
"Yeah, I like it too," I said. "Your cock's really
beautiful."
"That feels so good, what you're doing," Emil said.
"I'm glad you like it. What you're doing to my prick
feels really good too," I replied.
"My cock feels really hard," he continued. "So does
yours. I really enjoy uncut cocks, because I like
sliding the skin over the hard core." I gave his
foreskin another gentle tug, and this time it slid
back completely, snapping into the groove behind his
high, flaring ridge. "Your ridge looks very nice," I
said, "with its big flare. That looks so sexy on a
cock," I continued, uninhibited and excited by our
intimacy.
"You're really hot, Jack," he said. "Your balls are
tight against your body." He pulled harder at my
foreskin, retracting it completely to bare the
sensitive purple head.
I kept pulling back hard on his foreskin, then began a
gentle bumping against his rim. On each back-stroke I
pulled hard enough to tense his gee-string, tugging
the head down to increase his sensations. "WOW! That
feels super!" he exclaimed, as his legs splayed out.
"I really love what you're doin' to me."
Masturbating by putting tension on the nerve endings
in my foreskin and frenulum would make me come, and I
was gratified that it was working on Emil too. I felt
his fingers slip on my penis, and I realized that my
lube was so copious that it had flowed all over my
head, shaft, and his encircling fingers. "I can't keep
a grip on your skin," he said. He hesitated, then
continued; "Wait a minute. I'm gonna try something
else. I think you'll like this."
Keeping my hood all the way back and steadying my
penis with one hand, Emil began running the fingertips
of his other hand over my glans, hitting the front,
the broad upper surface, and the rim. Then he probed
behind the rim, hitting the areas that were
super-sensitive because they were always under cover.
I shuddered, the intense sensations making me gasp.
"Like that, don't you?" he asked. Through clenched
teeth, I whispered "Yes, but stop for now. I want to
make you come first."
I pulled his hood back and forth gently, sending
messages of pleasure into his distended cock-head. I
tensed Emil's foreskin again, then bumped it lightly
against his swollen ridge, and his cock throbbed
powerfully in response. "This is the way I like doing
it to myself," I explained. It's slow, and you don't
come too fast; it lets you enjoy the ride." Emil's
eyes closed, and he put his head back on the couch.
"Just relax, and let it come to you," I urged as I
pulled back hard, stretching his tender tissues and
making his glans dip hard. I felt a powerful throb in
his cock, and knew that he was now helpless in the
throes of orgasm, helpless in my hands, completely
within my power, and I had the power to thrill him
into mindless ecstasy.
"OOOHHHH," I heard him groan through clenched teeth as
he tumbled over the brink into the hot volcano of
orgasm. I watched, fascinated, as a thick white jet
slammed through the lips of his teardrop shaped
orifice, turning the hole into a circle, and mingled
with the hairs on his chest. Emil's hips ground into
the sofa as another spasm overtook him, and he groaned
loudly as another ribbon of cream erupted from his
hard red tip.
Now that he was fully into it, I wanted to keep up the
momentum, and I pumped his foreskin up and down hard,
compressing and rubbing the nerve endings in his glans
while stretching and compressing those in his supple
hood. Emil's head rocked from side to side as the
convulsions gripped his body. I felt his prick throb
in my hand as I ran the loose outer skin over the hard
core, making him shoot again and again.
When his storm was over, his breathing slowed, and he
slumped against me. He hugged me tightly, whispering
"Thank you, thank you, you really sent me that time,"
then he seized my cock. One hand steadied it at the
base, while the other ran up and down the wet and
slippery glans, probing into the groove behind the
rim, rubbing the rim, then continuing down to the
place where the two sides join underneath.
I began to gasp for breath while the muscles in my
crotch contracted and relaxed rhythmically under his
stimulation. Emil's electric touches were sending
thrills down my cock and up my spine into my brain. It
felt like an irresistible urge to pee, but I knew I
couldn't pee with this hard-on, and that instead I'd
be coming within seconds. "Your tip's getting hard,"
he said, and I knew I was on the plateau of excitement
just before orgasm, when the glans goes into its final
swelling and loses its spongy feel. I felt a hot
tingle that told me that my release was only seconds
away.
My cock-root contracted, and I felt a hot deluge of
cream rush up my urethra. My glans tingled with
ecstasy as the jet parted the lips of my urinary
orifice and splashed onto my chest. Emil's hot
caresses electrified my glans, and I was in mindless
and joyful agony as his fingers pulled another
ejaculation from me. His thumb pressed into the hot
button under the head, while his other fingertips ran
around my rim, making me tingle and tremble with
excitement. I felt a contraction in my prick from the
root right up to the helmet, and another rush of hot
lava burned its way up to erupt onto my chest. I was
helpless in his hands, and he had been in mine, only a
minute ago. I loved it.
After I'd shot my last load, Emil said to me; "Wow,
you came like you hadn't shot for a week!" "I hadn't,
and began explaining about the pressures of my work,
and the long hours that had left me exhausted, able
only to tumble into bed and zonk out. "Well, my work
isn't as hard," he said. I'm a waiter, and though I
work split shifts, it's not too bad. I'd been saving
up, though, hoping to meet someone like you."
That last remark cemented a thought that had been
half-formed in my mind since I'd seen and felt him
come. He'd shot a lot of juice, and I'd wondered when
he'd last had orgasm. I kept that thought as Emil led
me into his bathroom, where we took showers. Then we
went into the bedroom, where we crawled into his
king-size bed, expecting to sleep. Emil turned toward
me and I felt his erection against my thigh. "Damn it,
you turn me on so much," he moaned.
I pushed him onto his back, saw that his hood was
closed tightly over the end of his bulging glans, and
said; "Wait." From the bathroom I got a towel and
spread it over his chest and stomach, right down to
the base of his cock, then crouched over him. "Now I'm
going to do something a friend showed me a couple of
years ago. I think you'll like it." I grasped his hard
cock between my palms rubbing them back and forth
alternately, giving a twisting motion to the loose
skin. I remembered that when this had been done to me,
the friction on the glans and the stretching of the
skin's nerve endings had combined to produce a rapid
and mind-blowing orgasm. I'd felt that all of my
bodily fluids were gushing out through my cock as I
lay helplessly.
Emil, propped up on his elbows, was watching avidly as
I rubbed his shaft between my palms. The tight
foreskin twisted one way, then the other, as quickly
as I could move my hands. I noted that Emil's eyes
were glazing as I continued the friction, and that his
legs were spreading out on the big bed. Now his balls
were tight against his body, and I felt the hardness
underneath the mobile skin swelling even more.
I was stimulating every hot button in his prick,
compressing the ridge, stretching the hood, pulling
the gee-string sideways with each stroke, and Emil's
breathing became ragged as the thrills went through
his prick. "I...." he began, then fell silent.
"OOOHHHH, it............" he started again, and then
fell back on the bed, unable to complete the sentence,
his nervous system lashed by waves of sensations.
His stomach muscles rippled, and I saw the front of
the red glans appear as his foreskin loosened. A gush
of clear fluid ran out of his orifice, and a moment
later I felt his cock throb hard in my hands. A stream
of white juice shot from his tip to land on his chest
as Emil groaned at the intensity of the release. His
teardrop distended to form a perfect circle as another
gush streamed through. His eyes were screwed tightly
shut, and his hot, hard penis throbbed again between
my palms as I stroked it unrelentingly.
Another white jet shot from his tip, and Emil's head
was rocking from side to side, jaw clenched, because
he was overwhelmed by the sensations. His cock
throbbed again, and again, each time loosing a heavy
ribbon of cream that wet the towel. Now I felt the
throbs weaken, and knew that he was near the end. I
slowed my strokes, and when he opened his eyes I
stopped.
"Wow! That was like nothing I'd ever felt in my life,"
he said. "I didn't think I could come again, and here
you just made me come like that!" I smiled down at
him. "My pleasure," I said.
"What about you? Think you can come again tonight?" I
looked down at him. "No, I don't think so. You really
drained me the first time."
I removed the towel, wiped my hands on it, and threw
it onto the bathroom floor. Then I began dressing, as
I wanted to get back to my hotel. I kissed Emil
goodbye and walked out the door, after getting his
phone number.

The end