Another Naturalman Fantasy By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I was horny, and knew it was time for another fantasy about a guy I'd met on the Internet Chat. This was Bob, who goes by the handle "Naturalman" because he's uncut, like me. I lay back in my recliner, closed my eyes, and... We'd again met in a motel room in a city where we had both gone on business. He was already naked when I arrived, and I looked down and saw his beautiful uncut prick arcing down over his tight balls, slowly swelling in anticipation of what was to come. I removed my clothes, dropping them on the floor, and we lay facing each other on the bed. His fingers rolled the long nipple of my foreskin, making the head slide around inside its ample hood. The gentle tickling feeling made my prick swell to its full six inches, the big helmet bulging under the covering skin. I pinched Bob's cock-head through the skin, feeling its sponginess harden under my fingers. Bob's hard-on was almost as long as mine, and about the same shape, the large, flaring head showing its outlines clearly through the covering skin. I began edging the tight hood back slowly, as I liked doing to mine, because I knew that stretching the foreskin's nerve endings slowly was very erotic. A gush of lube poured out over my fingers, because Bob wets much more than I do. I have just enough clear lube to lubricate my long tight foreskin and make retraction easy, the smooth, sliding feeling stabbing into my nerve endings. "I like the way you lube," I said. "You've got a lot more than I do." "Glad you like it," he said, as he stretched my tight hood back over my flaring, tapering glans. I recalled the way my old friend Ron lubed, a steady stream pouring out over his cock-head as I caressed it. Ron had been circumcised tightly, and the copious lubrication made his dry, leathery head shiny and slippery as I stroked it. Ron had told me he particularly enjoyed having my hand twisting around the skin between his ridge and the thick brown scar on his shaft. Bob and I had had a natural attraction towards each other from the first day we'd chatted on Club Stroke because although we both liked cocks, we felt more comfortable with uncut guys who knew how to handle foreskins. Cut guys didn't seem to know what to do with an intact prick, usually just skinning them back and massaging the head. They didn't know the exquisite feeling produced by a tongue probing under the foreskin, caressing the ridge and the deep groove behind it. I'd also discovered that cut pricks didn't have that delicious masculine odor natural ones had. That's why I was happy that Bob had that lovely sleeve of skin covering his luscious glans. Keeping it moist and tender. Now I skinned Bob back all the way, watching fascinated as his big shiny purple helmet came into view, almost a duplicate of mine. The most beautiful part of a man is the prick, and the most beautiful part of the prick is the head, with its compound curves and flaring ridge. Bob's ridge was shiny and deep purple, like mine. Instead of a teardrop shaped hole, though, he had a long pouting slit, lips parted with drops of cock-dew. I inhaled the musky male odor, somewhat different from mine. I'd always enjoyed smelling my cock, running a finger under my hood and bringing it to my nose. Because of our differing body chemistries, Bob's cock smelled somewhat different from mine, and the foreign odor was very exciting. "Your prick smells nice," he said, and I knew he felt the same way about pricks different from his. I ran my fingertip in small circles around his slit, stimulating the nerve endings and making him moan in delight. Bob's cock-head, shiny and tender, was a lot more sensitive than Ron's had been, because it was covered and kept moist by Bob's long pendulous foreskin. Right now, it was bared and ready for action. The dark purple ridge was ready for my caresses. His fingers pulled my foreskin all the way back behind the ridge, and I felt a throb in my cock-root as the tight hood snapped into the deep grove behind my glans. The tight roll of skin was like a tourniquet, keeping the blood in the head and making it turn darker purple. The light tickle in my shaft confirmed that a drop of lube was crawling up my tube, and a moment later it filled the hole at the end. Bob spread the juice in small circles around my hole, as I'd done to him moments before. The nerve endings in my glans vibrated with joy, making me shiver with delight, and I was glad that I, too, had a long thick hood to keep the cock-head tender and moist. I began pumping his hardness, drawing the long sheath up and over the big head, then skinning it all the way back in long strokes the way I knew he enjoyed. He squeezed my prick around the base, constricting the veins and making the glossy glans swell and bulge even more. The color changed to deeper purple, especially around the swollen rim. Now Bob began sliding my foreskin forward, enveloping the big helmet, until the hood formed a pucker in front. He pulled on my pucker, stretching my skin out as far as it would go, showing the outline of the helmet underneath. Now he drew it back, slowly working it over the contours of my hot glans until it rode over the flaring ridge and snapped into the groove behind. He worked his way down my body, and probed my teardrop with his tongue. I scooted into a "69" with him, pulling his foreskin forward and working my tongue into his opening, probing underneath and working it back to the rim. I ran my tongue-tip around his rim, ending up under the head, where his sensitive gee-string and its many sensitive nerve endings lay. Slowly, I peeled back his hood, and strummed his exposed gee-string with my tongue tip. A gush of juice poured out onto my tongue, and I heard him go "AH-AH-AH Jack!" as the sensations hit him with full force. I tightened my grip and pulled his skin back harder, putting tension on his gee-string, which dragged his head down towards his balls. I felt his fingers tighten around my shaft as he pulled my foreskin all the way back, stretching my gee-string as well, and I felt my head dipping under the tension. His tongue-tip worked around and into my hole, and I gasped his name; "Bob, Bob, Bob," as the sensations mounted in my hot cock. "Let's stop for a sec," I suggested, and swiveled around to face him. "Want to come first?" I asked. "Okay, if it's all right with you," he replied. I resumed pumping his prick, twisting the hood on the up stroke and twisting the other way as I skinned his beautiful prick back again. My cock was within his reach as he lay flat on the bed enjoying the delicious sensations, and I felt his fingers clasp it. I knew touching my prick aroused him, as touching his did me. I watched his face as his sensations mounted, and I saw his eyes close as the biological storm neared. His cock throbbed in my encircling fingers, and I knew he was close. I was too, and knew that I might not be able to control myself when he came. The sight and feel of his orgasm might push me over the edge. As I peeled his hood back, I saw that his cock-head had darkened, just like mine, and that the back face of his rim was dark purple, almost black, again like mine does just before coming. I stroked him forward again, and he said; "Man, it's nice having a really long foreskin. You can take such long strokes with it." I pulled his hood forward again, covering the head and forming a pucker in front. Now I peeled it back to bare the excited swollen head again, and this time I kept it back so that his glans could expand fully during the final swelling. He was very close, and I jiggled his skin, bumping it against the back of the ridge, then pulling back hard to make the head dip. A steady stream of juice flowed from his orifice, down over my hot encircling fingers as I worked his prick. I felt a hard throb as Bob grunted, and a long stream of hot semen erupted from the slit, parting the lips as it shot through. "Jack, Jack, Jack," he cried out in agonized ecstasy as his orgasm overwhelmed him. His cock pumped jets of white cream ten inches into the air as I pumped it frantically, giving him long strokes that tugged the head down before returning and covering the swollen head with his hot, slippery foreskin. My fingers slipped off his skin and wrapped themselves around the hot, throbbing head. I quickly twisted my fist around the sensitive glans, making him cry out again and again as he emptied himself. His hips thrust upward, driving his cock through my fist. I prick was hot and hard, and I consciously tried to relax as his hot cock pumped in my hand. I barely avoided exploding as he finished his orgasm and began to relax. "Man, that was hot, really hot!" he exclaimed. "Now you come for me." He grasped my swollen hardness and began pumping my hood rapidly back and forth in the same long strokes I'd used on him. I felt my cock responding, and my cock-root lurched as his other hand cupped my balls. I was flat on the bed, enjoying the thrills his hot fingers sent through me, and I felt my cock-head become all tingly, first in the rim, then all over. He skinned my foreskin back hard, baring the head, then bumping the ridge. As the ring of skin bumped my ridge again and again, I felt myself slipping over the edge. A white-hot explosion wrenched my cock-root, and I writhed in sensation, crying out "Oh, Bob, Bob, Bob." A rush of burning lava shot up my shaft, exploding out the tip, but my eyes were now closed in ecstasy and I didn't see it. My cock throbbed hotly in his hand as jet after jet of burning juice poured up my tube and out the end. I was in the grip of a mind-numbing orgasm, totally unaware of anything except the warm hand around my throbbing cock and the delicious sensations that filled my body. My cock was throbbing and tingling, and I was helpless in his hands as hot cream gushed from my body. I opened my eyes to see my hard prick oozing its last drops of white juice all over the paper towels I'd laid on my stomach. My fingers were still lightly stroking the hood, pushing the last droplets of cream up the tube and out of the end.
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