Another Fantasy By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I had a free afternoon, and decided to spend it in one of my favorite pastimes, jacking off to a hot fantasy. I really love fantasies, because I can do things in them that I could or would not in real life. For example, ever notice how so many personal ads read something like this: "Hot older man, 45, seeks youngster 18-25." I don't see many ads listing a young guy in search of an old-timer. I'm 61, and the odds of finding a 25-year-old attracted to me are slim. Another thing I can do in my fantasies is find a guy with a foreskin. I prefer full-foreskinned pricks because mine is that way, and from comparing notes with lots of guys there's no doubt that sex is more fun if your prick's uncut. In real life, I have to look in my own age group to find a foreskin, because among the younger crowd, foreskins are almost extinct. In fantasy, however, I can create a 25-year-old with a long thick foreskin any time I want. Finally, all fantasy sex is safe sex. I lay back on the bed with a large bath towel under me, and began rolling the nipple of my long hood between my fingers. My thoughts wandered, and I was in a reverie. It was a lovely summer day, and I was spending my vacation near a small stream, just deep enough to go swimming. I'd taken everything off, and was drying off in the sun before heading back to town. I saw someone approaching in the distance, and I quickly put on my trifocals. A nice looking dark haired guy, about 25, was walking toward me and carrying his clothes rolled up under his arm. I immediately noticed the handsome pointed penis dangling from his crotch, swinging as he walked. "Hi there," he said with a smile. "I'm probably looking for the same swimming place you are." "Well, you found it," I replied. I was just in the water a few minutes ago, and it was really nice. As I spoke, I kept looking at his cock, and noted how the ridge of his cock-head showed clearly through the enveloping skin. From there, the hood tapered down to form a nipple that extended beyond the glans, very much like mine does. "I'm kinda hot and sweaty, so I'll jump in for a minute to cool off. Be right back." With these words, he waded into the stream, ducked under a couple of times, and came out to sit beside me. "My name's Ferdinand, but call me `Ferdie.'" He said by way of introduction. His eyes dropped to my crotch.
"Man, you've got a long foreskin," he observed. "Don't see many like that around." "Especially on guys your age group," I replied. "How'd you avoid getting clipped?" "My father ain't cut, and he told the doctor that's the way I was going to be, too. He told the doctor that if I didn't come out of the hospital whole, he'd come looking for him. Dad's a big guy with a really mean scowl when he wants to, and he really put fear into that doctor." Without thinking, I'd grasped my foreskin nipple as Ferdie was speaking, and had begun to roll it between thumb and forefinger. It was only when I noticed him doing the same to his cock that I realized what I was doing. "I guess we both like the same thing," I offered. "Yeah, we do. Want me to do that for you?" he said. I removed my hand from my prick and began tickling the hairs on his ample balls. My cock twitched when he began rolling my nipple between his fingers. I got up part-way so that I could reach his cock with my other hand, and began pinching the glans gently through the outer covering. Immediately, his cock began to swell between my fingers. "I really like jacking with a guy who's also uncut. You know how to handle my foreskin," he said. "Me too," I answered. "A nipple on the end makes it even more fun." "You said it," Ferdie added, as he shifted his grip on my cock, which had stiffened with his touches. Now he grasped my hood right at the rim of the glans and began tugging it back gently. "Yeah, go nice and easy. That feels soooo good," I said, relishing the stretching sensation as he pulled my hood back in slow stages. I felt the nerve endings inside my nipple vibrating with sensation as dragging the skin back over my big head stretched them. By now, Ferdie's cock was at least as hard as mine, and I began pushing the skin back off his head. I pushed slightly, let go, pushed again, let go, and let him enjoy the delicious stretchy feeling too as his nipple's orifice expanded over the large glans. My cock-head was deep purple by the time Ferdie had pulled my hood back far enough to snap into the deep groove behind my rim. I pushed his foreskin back to bare his glans, and noted it was different from mine. We both had similar high ridges, but my blunt cock-head looked like a German helmet, while his tapered sharply to a point, more like an arrow-head. "We've both got cum-holes like teardrops," he commented. That was another point of similarity between our cocks. Another difference, though, was that his cock-head was a deep pink color instead of purple. A delicious man-smell wafted over from his naked, shiny glans. "I like the way your cock smells," I said. "Let me smell yours," he replied as he leaned forward toward my crotch. He sniffed, and his lips touched my naked glans. "Like the taste?" I asked, as I took the shiny wet tip of his dick into my mouth. His pre-cum was very viscous, and had a definitely salty taste. "Love it. I see you like mine, too." Ferdie engulfed my tip again, carefully avoiding too much stimulation. I was equally careful, knowing that scraping my teeth along his gee-string would bring on the orgasm we were trying to postpone. I noticed that whenever my tongue touched his rim, his prick would throb, and realized that his cock-head was definitely more sensitive than mine. After several minutes of gentle lapping, we broke. "Does your tip darken to purple when you're ready to come?" I asked. "Oh, yes it does, and my balls get real tight against my body just before I blast off," he replied. "Yours?" "Me too," I said. "I like to take my time getting there, though, make the fun last." Ferdie squeezed my shaft gently. "Yeah, I know what you mean, " he said. "My cock's real sensitive, and I can cum real fast, but I enjoy it more when I take it nice and easy." "For me," I continued, "I find that if the build-up takes time, I get a stronger orgasm when I finally let go. How 'bout you?" "I think so," he said. My orgasms are so strong that I almost pass out, so I can't imagine how much stronger they could be. I just watch my cock shoot and shoot and shoot." "I'm a little different that way," I said. "My cock doesn't shoot, it just dribbles. However, the sensations are so strong I usually don't see this because I can't keep my eyes open when it happens." "Yeah," I've seen guys like that. Their eyes always close when they cum. Some groan, and some really yell when it hits them. I can't wait to find out what you do." "You'll find out, but let's take our time. Want to move into the shade so we don't get burned?" The sun was hot on our skins, and although neither of us had light complexions, I was worried about prolonged exposure. We got up, and I noticed that Ferdie was only an inch or so shorter than my six feet. However, he was an inch longer in the dick department, and his pubic hair was sparser than mine. We moved over to the shade of a large tree and lay down side by side. My six-incher pointed at his stomach, until he clasped it again and began moving the skin up and down the head. A clear drop filled my teardrop shaped orifice, while love-dew dribbled from his, wetting his foreskin and my clasping fingers. His hood became too slippery to handle, and I left it locked behind the ridge while I stroked his naked glans very lightly with my lubricated fingers. I was careful not to stimulate him too much, because I wanted him to last as long as I did. His hand moved my foreskin slowly, covering and uncovering my big tip, while Ferdie continued to tickle my balls. I placed thumb and forefinger or my other hand around the base of his cock, squeezing hard to constrict his veins. His cock-head turned purple and swelled even more in my fingers. "This is how you look when you come," I suggested. "Right?" "Yeah, that's about it," he gasped. "Man, that feels good. Keep it up and I'll pop right now." "Go ahead. We've been at it long enough. You go first. I want to see you cum." I kept squeezing the base of his shaft as I moved my fist over the wet and slippery head, adding to his sensations. His cock-head had hardened between my fingers, and there was a steady dribble of fluid to lubricate my fist. Ferdie's breathing had become ragged, and now he was gasping as wave after wave of sensation hit him. His body tensed, and he cried out as I twisted my fist on his slippery glans to bring on orgasm. A long white rope shot from his tip, landing on the grass between us as he groaned in bliss. I saw Ferdie staring, fascinated, at his cock as another throb announced the spurting of another jet. His cock throbbed again in my fist and gasped loudly as he shot again. His back arched and his legs were trembling as another jet, smelling like chlorine, erupted from his arrowhead tip. He'd let go of my prick as the first rush of orgasm had hit him, and I was able to avoid slipping over the edge with him. Ferdie let out a long "AAAAHHHHH" as he shot again, and I gave his cock-head another twist to produce another hot jet that landed on the grass between us. However, the next one was weaker, and the following ejaculation was a thick dribble, not a spurt. His climax was declining, and after a few more drops it was over. Ferdie now relaxed, stunned by the after-effects of orgasm, and lay inert for a couple of minutes. I was hoping he wouldn't just go to sleep and forget about me. That had happened once with another guy, leaving me high and dry. However, he now opened his eyes and sat up. "Gee, thanks. That was great. Now let's take care of your cock." He pushed me flat on the ground, grasped my cock right behind the head and began pumping the hood up and down, twisting his fist with each stroke. I was primed for orgasm, and it was only seconds before my cock-head began tingling and I felt the rush of sensations. My cock-root began pounding, and I cried out helplessly as the first gush burned its way up my prick. I closed my eyes, lost in blissful sensations, as burning hot jets of cum seared their way up my tube. The heavy tingle of orgasm filled my cock, and paralyzed my brain, leaving me in the mindless free-fall that numbed me to everything but the overwhelming sensations of climax. I was dimly aware of Ferdie's hands working on my prick, bringing forth gush after gush of hot cum, but the rest of the world around me had disappeared. Much later, I was fully conscious again, and Ferdie was speaking to me: "Man, you really came. Your cock's a dribbler, not a shooter like mine, but you came a lot. You were really out of it, too." He lifted a wet finger to his mouth. "Your juice tastes nice, too. You certainly gushed enough for me." He licked his finger clean, then leaned down to hug me. Suddenly, I was aware I was in my bed. My cock was on my stomach, shrinking rapidly, and pools of cum mixed with my pubic hairs and were running down between my legs. I'd had my orgasm right in the reverie, unaware of anything outside the day-dream. Exhausted and fully relaxed, I wiped some of the cum with the towel, then pulled the long hood up over the shrinking head. Finally, I fell into a deep sleep that lasted until the next morning.
The End