Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2013 07:28:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Boys, Part 2, Young Friends

Foreskin Boys, Part 2

By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     During the next few days I masturbated every day after coming home
from school.  Comparing notes with Jimmy, I found that he too had been
hooked by the pleasures of his penis. Wednesday the following week he came
to my house again for a show and tell, and we ended up sitting naked on the
edge of my bed, stroking our pricks.

     "Gotten any juice yet?" he asked me.

     "No, just a couple of drops of lube while jerking. From what I've
heard we won't be shooting until we're about 12."

     "Well, it still feels great, even without shooting," he said. "Now
that I've done it a few times, it doesn't scare me any more when I come."

     "Me too," I replied. "I was very scared the first time, a little
scared the second time when I did it in front of you, but now I'm used to
it."

     "I'm so glad you were with me when I did it the first time," he said.
"Watching you go first, and then you holding me while I did it made a big
difference for me." We were both very hard by now, our boyish erections
harder than they ever would be in years to come.

     "I guess we're real jerk off buddies now," I said.

     "I'm glad we are. Having a friend to jerk off with is lots of fun." I
nodded agreement, as I found the sight of him jerking his prick next to me
very exciting. Then I had an idea:

     "Want to try to come together?" I asked.

     "Yeah, I'd like to try that very much," he answered.

     "Okay, let's go for it now," I said as I began stroking my foreskin
faster. He followed suit, and matched my strokes. Our thighs were touching,
and I felt the tension build in his body, as it did in mine. I wrapped my
free arm around him, and I felt him do the same. Our breathing became more
rapid. After about half a minute, he spoke:

     "I feel I've gotta pee now," he said through gritted teeth. We were
both staring fixedly at our pricks. His was in my field of vision, and I
was sure mine was in his. The purple helmets glistened in the soft room
light each time we pulled our foreskins down to reveal them.

     "Me too," I whispered. "Any second...." As I whipped my hood up and
down, I felt a tickle begin in my rim, and a second later my world
exploded. My prick became too sensitive to continue stroking, and as I let
my hand drop to my side I felt his body shuddering against mine. Now my
eyes were closed and I was crying out:

     "Oh-oh-oh-oh," as the hot sensations flowed from my throbbing prick
all over my body. Jimmy was also crying out in his ecstasy, caught up
entirely in his orgasm. Now that I'd released my prick, I wrapped my other
arm around him and clung tightly as we fell back on the bed, face to face,
our super-sensitive pricks pressed between us. The prick-to-prick contact
was electrifying because of the extreme sensitivity as they throbbed
against each other. The orgasms wracked our bodies for a few more seconds
and then faded. We lay together for a couple of minutes, shocked and dazed
by our biological storms, as we recovered. As I opened my eyes Jimmy asked:

     "Did we shoot?" I looked down between us and saw no sign of any
ejaculation.

     "I don't think so," I answered him. "We're both dry."

     "Well, it felt so good, doing it together," he said. "It felt nice
hugging while we were coming. You felt so warm against me." He kissed me on
the lips.

     "I loved it too, Jimmy. I'm glad I was able to share this with you." I
gave him a final hug and released him, rolling on to my back.

     "Well, gotta get dressed and get home. My folks are expecting me and
yours' will be home soon." He got up and began getting dressed.

     "Want to do this again tomorrow?" I asked him. I fervently wished that
he'd say yes.

     "Oh, yeah, I would," he replied. "It was so nice today and I hope
it'll be even better tomorrow."

     The following day after school we walked to my house again. By now, it
was almost a routine. We went into my bedroom and stripped down. Our pricks
were soft, but I knew that within seconds of the first touch they'd be
fully erect. Now Jimmy asked:

     "Can I do you this time? I'd like to feel your dick throbbing when
you're coming." His hot eyes stared into mine.

     "Okay, you do me and then I'll do you." As soon as I'd said this I
felt his fingers grasp me. His touch sent a thrill into my prick and I
gasped loudly. I reached for his and folded my fingers around it, feeling
his prick twitch at my touch as he sighed deeply.

     "Ohhhhh, it feels so good when you touch me," he said. "It's so much
nicer than when I touch myself."

     "It feels better for me too," I told him. We'd gotten fully hard
within seconds, and now we were staring at each other's pricks as we
stroked them slowly.

     "Your dick feels different from mine," he said. "You've got more skin
than I do." I'd wondered about the difference between the lengths of our
foreskins, as I'd noticed that I had to retract more skin to clear the
glans when I peed. As I felt the hard core of his prick through the sliding
foreskin, I realized that the extra length allowed a longer stroke on my
penis.

     "Yeah, yours feels different from mine," I replied. "Doing you feels
different from when I jerk mine. I can feel the ridge of your head through
the skin, and that's so sexy." I pulled down on his foreskin stretching it
slowly back to reveal the blunt front dome of his glans, and he did the
same to mine. I pulled down farther until his entire helmet was exposed in
its glistening purple glory, and then I leaned over and blew on it, making
him jump.

     "Wow!  That felt strange," he said. He leaned over and blew on mine,
sending a thrill into my glans and down the shaft.

     "That gave me a thrill," I said. "Do it again." Keeping my foreskin
fully behind my corona, he blew on my glans again, sending another thrill
through me. I blew on his again.

     "I feel a thrill too when you blow on it," he said. A drop of
lubricant seeped through the lips of his slit and I drew his foreskin up to
capture it.  Then I resumed stroking it, and out of the corner of my eyes I
saw him stroking mine.

     "I really like your prick," I told him. "I'm gonna enjoy making you
come." I picked up my pace and snuggled close to him so that our thighs
touched all along their length. Now I wrapped my free arm around his body,
hugging him to me.

     "Can you make me come first? You made me so hot." I kissed him on the
lips as I increased my strokes. He reacted by breathing faster, and I
marveled at how easy it was to excite him. I felt the tension build in his
body, and hugged him more tightly, as I wanted to feel all of his orgasm,
not just the throbbing in his prick.

     "I think you'll be coming soon," I assured him as I continued stroking
his penis, covering and revealing the shapely purple head. His tip felt
firmer, less spongy, as I brought him closer to the magic moment.

     "I know I will," he said. "I'd better let go of yours now, or I'll be
making you come too." I felt him release my penis, which stayed fully erect
because of the excitement of handling his hard juicy prick. As I kissed his
lips again, I saw his eyes close. He was withdrawing from the world outside
his body, concentrating on the magic sensations in his prick as I massaged
his foreskin to bring on his orgasm. I decided to try something new, and
gave his foreskin a slight twist on each up-stroke to enhance his
sensations.

     "Gotta pee," he murmured. I knew he was within seconds of climax, and
I kept pumping hard, using the three-finger grip I used on my own prick. My
thumb was on top, flicking the foreskin over his prominent ridge, and two
fingers were underneath, pressing into the underside, another hot spot. I
was staring fixedly at his prick as I flicked his foreskin up and down
rapidly, sensing his mounting excitement. Suddenly, everything happened at
once:

     His prick throbbed hard between my fingers, he cried out, and his body
shuddered against mine. I gave his foreskin a few more strokes before I
remembered about the over-sensitivity, and he responded by crying out
loudly and throwing his head back, mouth open, as he gasped for air. I
released his prick and hugged him to me with both arms now, hugging him
tightly to give him comfort and to feel his shudders as the orgasm ripped
through his body.

     This orgasm seemed more intense and prolonged than yesterday's, and I
hoped it was more enjoyable for him. I certainly enjoyed giving him an
orgasm and feeling its effects as I hugged him. Jimmy shuddered and yelped
for a few more seconds and then was still. I continued to hold him, waiting
for him to recover from the shock.

     "Oh, that was terrific," he said as he opened his eyes a minute later.

     "I'm glad," I told him. "I felt you throbbing and shuddering while you
were coming.

     "I bet I was loud, too," he said. "I really yelled when you gave my
skin a few extra strokes when it got too sensitive."

     "I'm sorry about that," I apologized. "For a second I forgot how
sensitive it gets."

     "No, no, that felt terrific. It sent a hot thrill all through my body,
from my dick down to my toes. I loved it. I'll do it to you and you'll find
out." As he grasped my penis, the touch sent a thrill down my glans and
shaft. He began stroking, slowly at first, delicately uncovering and
recovering my hard purple helmet. Each time he skinned me back he blew on
my hot hard helmet, making my prick jerk in reflex.

     "You've got a couple of drops of lube already," he commented. "That'll
make the skin slide easy when I start pumping your fast." He increased his
pace slowly, meanwhile wrapping his free arm around my body. His thigh was
still alongside mine, and I enjoyed the warmth of his body. His gaze
shifted from my prick to my face, and he kissed me on the lips a couple of
times.

     "I felt you twisting my skin," he said as he gave my foreskin a twist
on the upstroke. "It felt good for me, so it must be good for you."

     "Oh yes, it feels good, Jimmy. Everything you do feels good to me." My
breathing was faster now, a sign of my mounting excitement. "I feel really
hot after making you come."

     "Let me know when you feel you have to pee," he urged. He picked up
his pace to enhance my sensations, and my body began to tense. I stared at
my prick and his magic fingers pouring delicious sensations into it and
gradually my attention focused totally on the scene. I'd started to
withdraw from the world, as Jimmy had, and I knew I'd soon be shuddering
and yelping in orgasm. This thought furthered my excitement, and now I
said:

     "I'm getting that feeling, Jimmy. Gotta pee."

     "Good," he replied. "It won't be long now. He was stroking me very
quickly now, fingers flying over my hot hard prick, and I'd begun moaning
at the intensity of the sensations. The now familiar tickle began in my
ridge, and my eyes closed involuntarily. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed
deeply into my helmet, and suddenly everything exploded. I cried out
helplessly as my prick throbbed hard and became super-sensitive. Time stood
still. My body began shuddering and I felt my prick throb again. There was
an overwhelming feeling in my super-sensitive helmet as Jimmy flicked my
foreskin over it several more times, and tears came to my eyes as I yelped
loudly. This was erotic torture at its best, and I responded.

     Jimmy released my throbbing prick and wrapped his arm around my body,
pulling me down to the mattress and pressing me against him. I felt his hot
breath on my cheek as my prick throbbed again, sending thrills through my
shuddering body. I threw my head back as he had and yelped again as the
pervasive sensations of orgasm flooded my body.

     Tumbling through the free-fall of orgasm, I was wracked by the sweet
agony of my climax.  The root of my prick was in spasm, and I was a
helpless witness to it. I shuddered hard, shed more tears, and grunted and
groaned as the hot thrills flooded my body.

     Finally, it was over, and I lay next to Jimmy, dazed and torpid. I
don't know how long it took me to recover, but gradually I became aware
that he was kissing my neck and lips. I opened my eyes and told him:

     "Oh, Jimmy, that was so hot. Feeling you rub my skin over my prick
while I was coming just drove me out of my mind." I kissed him on the lips.

     "I'm glad it was so good for you," he replied. "Now you know how it
felt for me. It's really different when somebody else does it for you."

     "Well, Jimmy, for me it was really good because I know it was your
hand on my prick, not just anybody's." I kissed him on the lips again.

     "I feel the same way, Jack. You're that special person in my life." He
hugged me tightly and kissed me back.

     "That feeling in my tip when you made me come and kept rubbing me, it
felt like my prick was going to explode." Jimmy kissed me again and said:

     "Well, it was super for me too, but we still didn't shoot anything. I
wonder what it's gonna feel like when we start shooting?"

     "Must feel good, because the older boys keep jerking off." We both
knew this because we'd heard the older boys talking about jerking off at
school."  Jimmy digested this for a moment and said:

     "Yeah, I keep hearing them talk about how they jerk off, but nobody
ever mentioned jerking each other off. I don't know if any of them have
done that."

     "Maybe we're the only ones, and maybe not," I replied. "Maybe they
don't talk about it because it's queer."

     "Yeah, that must be it," Jimmy said. "Do you think it's queer? Do you
think we're a couple of queers?"

     "Maybe we are, Jimmy. I don't care. I don't care at all if it's queer
or if we're a couple of queers. Doing this with you feels so nice...." I
trailed off.

     "I feel the same way," he said. "I love jerking your dick. It's so
much like mine, yet it's different because it's yours. Also, you've got
more skin than I do."

     "Yeah, Jimmy. Sometimes I think your prick is better looking without
that much skin." I admitted that I'd felt self-conscious at times because
my prick had the longest foreskin I'd ever seen. I hadn't seen very many,
though, as almost all of our classmates had been cut.

     "Sometimes I think that a dick without the skin, with the tip always
sticking out, looks better," he said. "Maybe it does, but I like having my
skin. You can do so much more if your dick has a skin on it."

     "Oh, I know that. "I'd hate to have to use oil when I wanted to jerk
off, or have to put oil on your prick to make you come. Anyway, I've seen
guys at school without skins, and their tips aren't that good-looking. Some
are ugly."

     "Since you've got such a long skin on your dickie," he said. "do you
think you could pull it over my tip? That way we'd be head to head when we
come. I bet that would feel good."

     "It would feel different, I know. It might even feel better than when
we jerk each other," I said.

     "I think you're right, Jack. Let's get together tomorrow and try it."

     Continued in Part 3