I'd been on an Internet chat site for several months,
and the guy I'd formed the closest attachment with was
"Naturalman," (real name Bob) whose handle denoted
that he was uncut, like me. We'd cyber-jacked a few
times, then gotten into fantasy as well. Fantasy had
the advantage that anything went, because "safe sex"
was irrelevant. This Saturday afternoon I lay back in
my recliner, with glycerin lube and lots of paper
towels, and began another fantasy:
We'd decided to meet at a hotel in the mid-West this
time, and when I arrived I asked for Bob's room. He
hugged me as I slipped in, and I saw he was already
bare. It was a hot day, and I quickly stripped down,
giving him a good look at me. Bob had the better
build, as he worked out regularly, although at 5'7" he
was quite a bit shorter than my 6'2". It didn't matter
when we sat on the bed facing each other, our hooded
pricks arcing above our tight scrotums. I noticed a
large sparkling drop of cock-dew filling the pucker of
his foreskin. He shaved his balls, unlike me, and I
cupped them in my left hand because I knew how much
this turned him on.
The outline of his sexy helmet-shaped cock-head was
very visible through the long wrinkled hood, and I
grasped the end between two fingers. His fingers
lightly brushed my cock, and I gasped as a hot tingle
shot through my penis. He squeezed my bulging glans
through its covering, making my cock-root throb in
response.
We both became hard and watched as his hood drew
partly back from his big bulging head. My long thick
foreskin nipple vanished, but the bulky purple helmet
remained covered, with only a small opening in the
hood revealing the promise underneath. My prick
pointed straight at his face.
"Your slit's like a teardrop now that it's hard," he
said, as he gently jiggled the hood back and forth
over the slippery dome. I saw the wrinkles in his
foreskin smooth out as the hood stretched over his
head. Our cocks were about the same length: mine
exactly six inches and his slightly shorter. My
cock-head was also slightly bulkier than his. The lips
of his slit pouted, as a clear drop forced them apart.
With the partial uncovering of our cock-heads, the
strong, masculine odor of wet glans and foreskin
filled the room, arousing us. We looked at each other
and quickly scrambled into a "69" position, and in
seconds I was lapping at the dripping wet lips of his
piss-slit. I felt his warm tongue probe under my hood,
first around the hole, then farther back to caress the
rim and the deep groove behind it. I drew the
protective hood back off his precious head and tongued
it thoroughly, enjoying the taste and the smooth
texture of the sensitive surface as my tongue explored
the flaring rim and deep groove behind it.
"Your lube tastes salty," he commented as he raised
his head for a moment. "So does yours," I replied as I
removed my mouth to go down on his shaven balls. The
heavy odor of his sweat and his pubic hair filled my
nostrils, although his scrotum was bare, and my tongue
worked lovingly over the sensitive surface. I was
working his foreskin forward again as I lapped his
balls, stroking it sensually over the swollen head. I
felt his other hand cup my balls.
"I know you like that as much as I do," Bob said as he
gently kneaded my tight scrotum. I felt his tongue
probe deeper, around the groove behind my ridge, then
run down until it slid between the twin lobes under my
glans. My foreskin began slipping back, and Bob's
fingers pulled back gently on my shaft skin, dragging
the hood off the head. His lips locked into the groove
behind the head, and he began a hot hard suction.
Ooooh, Bob, that feels so good," I said, as his tongue
began a frenzied tickling of my pee-hole. I removed my
mouth from his prick and began a strong pumping up and
down, massaging his swollen glans with his foreskin.
As I pulled it all the way forward, the end formed a
wrinkled pucker in front of the head, masking it until
I pulled it back again to bare the helmet. It was
purple, lighter in front near the orifice, and
becoming darker towards the rear. Right around the
pouting slit, it was reddish, while his flaring corona
was deep purple, like mine.
"How would you like me to slip my hood over your tip?"
I asked.
"I'd love it," he replied quickly. "I've wondered how
docking would feel ever since we first chatted and I
found out you had a really long skin." We shuffled
around until we were face to face and tip to tip, and
I grasped the edges of my foreskin to widen the
opening. I pulled it forward and out, and Bob slowly
slipped his shiny purple cock-head inside until the
nose touched the front dome of my glans. I gasped when
I first felt his hot hard head pressing against mine,
and then stretched my hood until it encased his ridge.
I pulled a bit farther until the edge dropped into the
groove behind his corona, and removed my hands to let
him stretch his foreskin forward over mine.
Now we were locked together, tip to tip, and enjoying
the heavenly feeling. It was warm and slippery inside,
as Bob was oozing enough lubricant for us both. We
hardly moved, relishing the delicious sensations
inside our overlapping hoods. I squeezed his glans
through the skin, and felt it throb against mine.
Bob's fingers wrapped around my shaft, twisting the
skin and sending messages of joy into my nerve
endings. I grasped his prick and gently began
massaging his ridge through the skin with my thumb. He
was very sensitive there, and reacted immediately.
Bob's eyes opened wide as they stared into mine, and I
heard him begin a soft "AH-AH" with each stroke.
His twisting motion was having its effect on my prick,
and I felt the head and shaft swelling as my
excitement mounted. I also felt his ridge swell and
harden under my thumb as I worked it, and heard his
"AH-AH-AH" become louder. My other hand cupped his
smooth balls, and his tone deepened as he neared the
peak. Bob cried out "HAH-HAH-HAH!" as his eyes closed
and I felt his glans throb hard against mine.
"Jack!" he yelled as the hot heavy gush erupted from
his tip, shooting into my teardrop orifice and down my
tube like a torrent of lava, searing the sensitive
inside of my urethra. The hot hard spike of sensation
drove down through my prick to the root, triggering my
first spasm. I cried out "Bob, Bob" as I writhed in
sensation, feeling the rush of juice in my prick, and
the tickling sensation as it gushed through the lips
of my orifice to bathe both our cock-heads in cream.
Bob's hot helmet throbbed again, as did mine, as we
gushed again and again.
My hot tingling cock-head was awash in boiling lava,
and I felt his tip throb against it, as all conscious
thought was suspended and the rush of sensations
overpowered me. Dimly, I was aware of Bob's body
straining against mine, as helpless as I was. My eyes
were closed because all my attention was focused on
the delicious sensations in my prick. As I drained
myself, it felt as if gallons of hot juice were
pouring out of my distended cock, stretching my hood.
As I opened my eyes, I saw our overlapping foreskins
ballooned with our discharges, our cock-heads swimming
somewhere inside. Bob kissed me lightly on the lips,
and said:
"Maybe we'd better get into the shower." I agreed, and
we gingerly lifted ourselves from the bed and
carefully edged our way into the shower enclosure, our
softening dicks still joined at the ends. Under the
hot water, Bob rolled his foreskin back, and we
watched the creamy gush erupt from under my hood to
land between our feet. I skinned back to let the water
rinse the cum from my cock-head.
We stood facing each other, feeling the hot torrent
bathing our still tender tips, and I felt an
overpowering urge to pee. So did Bob, because we saw
our yellow streams mix in the water at our feet.
I opened my eyes to find myself on the recliner, the
eye in the big purple head of my cock staring at me,
still drooling cream onto the paper towels on my
stomach. I scooped up the towels, and padded off to
the bathroom, because I really did have to pee. Then I
showered and lay down for several hours' sleep.
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