Big Tip Club By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
The Big Tip Club isn't a formal organization, with officers, dues, and membership cards. It's just three guys with big tips on our pricks, including me, who get together informally. All of us think a heavy-ended prick with a large glans is very attractive, especially the way it swings from side to side when we walk.
Last Saturday morning we got together at Dan's house for a hot mutual session. Dan had a pot of coffee ready and we went into his living room to watch a porn video while sipping coffee. The video portrayed two Czech guys with long foreskins stroking each other, a very attractive scene. Circumcision is very rare in the Czech Republic. We'd stripped down before starting the video, and thus we had the visual stimulation of seeing each other's pricks as we viewed the video.
On the screen, one guy stroked the other's foreskin back and forth, a scene that Dan and I could relate to, as both of us have foreskins. Chuck had not had a foreskin since a few days after he'd been born, and he watched avidly and enviously, as the sight of foreskins was an instant turn-on for him.
Dan was in the center and I sat on his left on the couch. My right hand dropped to Dan's crotch, where I began squeezing his big glans rhythmically through the thick foreskin. We all knew that the glans squeeze, using only thumb and forefinger, was very erotic, producing a quick erection without the danger of bringing on orgasm before we were ready. Dan used his right hand to squeeze Chuck's big tip, and his left to squeeze mine.
Each time Dan squeezed my glans I felt a sharp contraction in my cock-root, which I knew was the bulbo-cavernal reflex. Each squeeze brought a bit more blood into my prick, and I felt Dan's glans swelling between my fingers too. It took only a minute for all of us to attain firm erections, and we looked down at each other when we were fully hard. Our hard pricks were about six inches long, with straight shafts. Mine had a thick vein running along the right side, as did Chuck's. Dan had a prominent vein on top.
"You look like you've got no foreskin when you're hard," Chuck said to Dan. Dan's hood had slid back to lie smoothly along his shaft, leaving his big mushroom completely bared right to the groove behind it.
"Right, Chuck. My big tip grows right out of my skin when I get hard. Jack, here, has so much foreskin his tip's covered no matter how hard he gets."
"Yeah, but at least your big tip's fully covered when you're soft," Chuck said. Dan replied:
"I like the way your slit pouts when your tip swells. That's sexy, just like Jack's slit." With these words, Dan slowly pushed my foreskin down off my big helmet until it bunched in a fleshy ring behind my corona. I saw that our slits had indeed opened into teardrop orifices with erection.
"Jack's tip's a purple color, like yours," Chuck said to Dan. "I just love the smell of uncut cocks too."
"Well, yours is a pinkish-purple," I broke in. "You've got a drop of lubricant filling your slit now." I reached across Dan with my left hand and spread the lubricant over the front dome of Chuck's prick-head with my forefinger, provoking a sigh from Chuck. I was still squeezing Dan's helmet with my right thumb and index finger, and now a drop of clear liquid parted the lips of Dan's slit.
"Let me do you," Chuck said as he turned to kneel on the carpet in front of us and grasped my shaft in his fist. He began slowly stroking my foreskin up and down while Dan reached for the remote control, turning off the video.
"We won't need this anymore," he said as the screen went dark. "I think this vibrator's going to be more useful," he said as he picked up a cigar shaped vibrator, the kind that runs on a couple of "AA" batteries. He leaned forward slightly to press the vibrator's tip against Chuck's front dome.
"I like the way your skin slides," Chuck said to me as he slowly covered and uncovered my glans. "I wish so much mine was still on my cock."
"Well, Dan's vibrator will help you get off," I assured him. "Good thing it's just a battery-powered model, instead of 110 volt. A plug-in model would jolt you out of your socks and you'd be creaming all over the carpet already." Chuck stopped stroking me, and held my foreskin halfway back along my big helmet as he leaned forward to drill his tongue-tip into my pouting orifice. I let out a loud sigh at the delicious sensation.
"Dan's mushroom is just right for sucking, now that the skin's come off it," Dan said as he removed his mouth from my prick and engulfed Dan's glans with his mouth. Chuck's lips were in Dan's groove and I knew his tongue had to be working around the contours of the glans. My fingers were around the base of Dan's shaft holding it steady for Chuck. Dan was sliding the tip of the vibrator up and down Chuck's vee-groove.
We stayed that way for a couple of minutes, Chuck sliding my foreskin in slow strokes while sucking on Dan's mushroom, and Dan stimulating Chuck's prick with his vibrator, our excitement mounting slowly. I saw both Dan's and Chuck's scrotums draw up against their bodies, evidence of their surging passions. Mine also contracted, and I felt the increasing tension in my groin. I saw that Chuck's glans had become very wet from the vibrator stimulation, and I reached down and began twisting my fingers around it.
"Oh, that's hot," Chuck said as the new sensations flooded into his prick. My fingers explored the contours of his big helmet, from rounded front dome down to the high flaring rim and the deep groove behind it. I also rubbed a fingertip into the vee-groove under the glans, as Chuck still had his gee-string and it was very sensitive.
"Chuck really gets off on manual stimulation," Dan commented to me. "Oral doesn't do as much for him." I nodded because I knew that was because Chuck's circumcised prick wasn't as sensitive and Dan's and mine.
I felt Chuck's fingers tighten around my prick as I continued to caress his turgid glans, and I wondered who would come first. He was still working on Dan's big tip with his mouth, and Dan had begun to breathe harder with the arousal.
"We'd better get the paper towels ready," I said, knowing that Dan wouldn't like us creaming on his couch or carpet.
"You won't need them for me," Dan replied. "I'm close and Chuck always swallows." Now I knew that Dan intended to be first to come, discharging his heavy loads down Chuck's throat. He'd begun thrusting into Chuck's mouth, and I knew Chuck had good control over his gag reflex, so that he could take Dan's prick very deeply. Chuck now began twisting his head on Dan's prick, and Dan began to grunt loudly with each thrust.
"Dan probably hasn't come in over a week," I speculated to Chuck. "That's why he's so hot right now, plus your expert oral treatment." Dan's grunts had become louder, and I saw the muscles in his legs tense with the approaching orgasm as he lifted himself off the couch with each thrust.
I saw Dan's jaw clench, and his eyelids flutter and close, a sure sign that release was imminent. His breathing became indistinguishable from his grunts, and now he clenched his fists. I removed my fingers from the base of Dan's shaft to give him room to thrust fully into Chuck's mouth, and he did. Chuck was meeting him thrust for thrust, pulling back so that his lips caressed Dan's mushroom, and then pushing his head down onto Dan's prick as Dan thrust upward into him.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Dan howled as the orgasm took hold with that last thrust. Chuck's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and then Dan thrust again, grunting "HAH HAH HAH" as he shot another jet down Chuck's throat. I'd stopped stroking Chuck's helmet because I didn't want his orgasm to overtake him, as he'd shoot onto Dan's carpet.
Chuck was breathing heavily through his nose as he absorbed Dan's repeated jets, and his throat worked to swallow hard. Dan grunted loudly as few more times and then stopped thrusting as his climax faded. Chuck kept working on his prick, though, sucking and milking it for every last drop of sperm, until Dan pushed him away because his prick had become too sensitive. Dan's prick often became overly sensitive, especially after a particularly heavy orgasm, which this had been.
I resumed caressing Chuck's shapely glans, but slowly, and he stroked my foreskin up and down languidly, so as not to push me to a premature release. As we waited for Dan to recover Chuck milked his urethra and wilting shaft to force out the residue. We watched Dan's prick shrink, and his foreskin creep forward to engulf his mushroom again. A last white drop filled the end of his foreskin and Chuck licked it away.
"Now it's your turn," Dan said to Chuck as he opened his eyes again. Chuck's pouting orifice was weeping viscous tears that I spread over his helmet as I caressed it.
"Lie on the couch," Dan urged him as we got up. Dan unrolled several paper towels and folded them into a multi-layered pad that he placed on Chuck's abdomen. I knelt by him and worked my fingers up and down his prick, giving him a twist as I reached his helmet. I knew that a sideways friction around the corona was especially stimulating, and I gave him one with every stroke. Chuck's erection hadn't receded at all while we'd waited for Dan to regain full consciousness, but now I felt it become firmer than before, a sign of its final hardness.
"His tip's getting darker," Dan observed as I continued to stroke him. "He's giving you lots of lube to work with." As he spoke he knelt and caressed Chuck's nipples, because he knew that Chuck was also nipple-sensitive. We listened to Chuck's breathing become heavier as the stimulation took hold. Chuck's hand was still around my prick, and I felt him squeezing my shaft and glans rhythmically.
"That feels really good, guys," he said as his pouting meatus continued to leak lubricant for my caressing fingers. I knew I wouldn't need to pour on any Astroglide to ease the friction. His prick felt hot in my fist, and I remembered to give him an extra twist around his circumcision scar, which was also sensitive.
To give him an extra sensation, I stopped the up and down stroking and just twisted my fist around his rim and scar. Now I bent forward and probed his pouting orifice with my tongue-tip as he'd done to me, tasting his salty lubricant as it seeped out of his urethra. I knew it would feel as arousing to him as it had when he'd drilled my meatus, and I kept it up for several seconds to give him the full effect.
Chuck had begun to sigh loudly as his excitement had mounted, and now his chest was heaving. Dan was kneeling beside me, pulling and twisting Chuck's nipples as I continued to stroke Chuck's shaft and glans. I tightened my grip fractionally and saw Chuck's eyes close as he approached the peak.
"Are you going to come too?" Dan asked me, looking down at my prick, which was still firmly in Chuck's fist. "Should I get you some paper towels too?"
"No, I don't think so," I replied. "I'm sure I can hold off until after he's dropped his load." I was stroking Chuck in long strokes, going all the way down to the base and coming all the way up to palm the rounded front dome of his helmet. The vein on the right side of his shaft stood out prominently, filled with blood, as was his glossy glans.
Chuck's jaw clenched, and he began to hiss through his teeth as the sensations in his prick reached their peak, and I knew the dam would burst within a second or two. He was right at the point where the strong tickle changed into a hot tingle, and would trigger his orgasm.
"SSSSSS," he uttered as his body tensed and a hard throb filled his prick. I felt it in my encircling fingers as the first jet shot from his pouting meatus to fall back on my hand and drip onto the paper towels underneath. As my hand was hot from the friction, his sperm felt cool against my skin. A strong odor of Clorox filled the air as I gave his prick a down-stroke and felt it throb again, shooting another jet into the air and onto my hand. I brought my fist up and twisted it hard, provoking another gush of sperm to erupt from his wide-open hole.
Now Chuck groaned, overwhelmed by the massive sensations flowing through his body, sending him into an altered state of consciousness. His prick throbbed again, heralding another surge of cream that flowed from his orifice, this time with less force. It just dribbled out and flowed down his helmet to be caught up by my fingers as they twisted around his rim.
The next releases were just dribbles, less in volume as well as force, and now his breathing slowed and his body began to relax. I stopped stroking his prick, instead holding it upright and pressing a finger into his urethra behind his scrotum. I continued along the shaft of his prick as it began to relax, milking the residual sperm toward the tip. I leaned forward to lick the last drops, salty and reeking of a chlorine odor. As his prick softened I probed his wide slit with my tongue-tip to gather up the residue.
Dan used a paper towel to wipe the mixed lubricant and sperm from Chuck's prick and gave me one to wipe my hands. As we sat on the floor, Dan gave my prick a few gentle squeezes, as Chuck had let go as he'd started coming. I still had a full erection, and Dan now slid my foreskin all the way off my helmet.
"Both you and Chuck have that sexy flare along the top," he commented. "Mine looks more like a mushroom than a helmet."
"Your mushroom and our helmets, they're both big," I replied, giving his tip a reassuring squeeze through the enveloping foreskin. As we spoke, Chuck just lay there on the couch, eyes still closed, and it soon became clear that he'd fallen asleep.
"This isn't the first time Chuck's dozed off after coming, Dan observed. "He does that about half the time. Let's let him sleep and move to the bedroom." He picked up the roll of paper towels and the bottle of Astroglide, and I followed him into the master bedroom. We sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed and Dan once more grasped my prick and began gently sliding my hood up and down, uncovering half the helmet with each stroke.
"I like the way your slit pouts when you're hard," he said as he moved his head down and probed my gaping orifice with the tip of his tongue. The sensation was electric, shooting down my penis to the root, and I felt a contraction deep inside. Now he lifted his head and I felt his fingers ease my foreskin all the way back off the helmet.
"I like the way your skin locks behind your ridge," he said. "Even though your skin's long and thick, that flaring ridge holds it in place." My purple helmet was completely exposed, except for the back-face of my corona, as my foreskin was bunched up against it. Now Dan leaned over and I felt his tongue-tip probing between my corona and my foreskin roll, caressing the back of my ridge and the groove behind it. This felt very different from the usual sensation of having my foreskin stroked up and down, and I sighed with pleasure.
Now his tongue moved down to caress my frenulum, giving me an additional quota of sensation. Dan's fist grasped the base of my shaft firmly, and he began stroking my foreskin up and down in short movements. On the up-stroke, my foreskin rolled over my high flaring corona to compress the nerve endings, and on the down-stroke I felt the tension in my gee-string, which pulled my glans downward towards my feet somewhat. This stretching of my frenulum was a powerful sensation, and I knew that if Dan kept it up he'd have my load soon.
"I like pulling your head down that way," he said. "I saw a porn video showing a guy who was able to pull his tip down about 90 degrees when he pulled back hard on his skin. It looked so sexy, and it made him come fast." I'd seen the same video and remembered the intensity of the man's orgasm, as he'd shot his sperm in long streams as his body shuddered.
"I like feeling your prick while you're stroking me," I said as I grasped Dan's soft prick and began sliding his foreskin in short strokes. I felt him begin to swell.
"I think you need a little Astroglide," Dan said as he reached for the plastic squeeze bottle with his free hand. "Most of us intact guys produce enough lube, but you're the exception. You're kinda dry." He squeezed several drops around my corona, making my skin slide more easily.
"I've been that way since I was a kid," I told him. "Even when I first shot my first cream, I never had much lube, and if I was stroking hard I'd have to use a little Jergen's Lotion or something like that to avoid friction burns."
"Ever use saliva?" he asked. By now Dan's prick was fully hard and I pulled his hood up and down in long strokes.
"I did that too, when I had nothing else. Later, I learned about K-Y and other lubes. Astroglide's the best, I think." As I spoke I felt the sensations building up in my prick, and I lay back on the bed. Dan noticed too:
"Your tip's gotten very dark now, and your balls are really tight. You don't have long to go." His fist continued its up and down pumping motions, alternately compressing my corona and pulling my helmet down towards my balls. The build-up of excitement continued, and I felt the tension rising in my body. My breathing became shallower and more rapid, and I felt a tickling sensation begin in my corona.
"Maybe you'll come when I do," I suggested. Dan's scrotum was drawn up against his body and his purple glans was very wet.
"No, I'm always slower the second time around," he said. "Most guys are. You're almost there, anyway." He was right.
"I'm gettin' that hot tickle in my rim," I told him.
"It'll be a hot tingle in a couple of seconds and you'll be on your way," he assured me. My prick was rigid and swollen, and ached for the release of orgasm as my breathing became more rapid. Now the tickle changed to a hot tingle that spread from my corona all over my glans and suddenly shot down my shaft as I gasped loudly.
My eyes close and the first surge of hot juice boiled up my urethra as I shuddered, arcing in the air before failing back onto the paper towels Dan had spread on my abdomen. I cried out helplessly as the second hot stream rushed up my prick and slammed through the lips of my meatus. Dan was pumping my hood vigorously to make my orgasm more intense, and I began to moan because the sensations were almost too much for me.
"That's it, Jack! Go for it! Shoot it all out!" Dan urged as he pumped my prick to make another jet shoot from my throbbing tip. The ecstasy of the sharp contractions deep inside was overwhelming, and I felt my consciousness shift. I was no longer fully aware of my surroundings, my mind focused mainly on the orgasm that was wracking my body. I was aware, though, that I had Dan's hot prick in my right fist, and was pumping it hard.
Another gush shot up my tube and I grunted hard, although this one was somewhat weaker. Now another spasm clenched my insides and a slower stream worked its way to my dilated orifice. I felt my gushes turn into dribbles as my orgasm faded, but I was still pumping Dan's beautiful prick to give him the same delicious sensations I'd just experienced.
"You really blew a load," he said. "Watching you shoot anf feeling your cock throbbing in my fingers was a real turn-on." I sensed from his tone that he was on the edge and I opened my eyes. My prick was utterly still now, lying in a pool of cream on my abdomen, and Dan was kneeling next to me, his prick pointed towards mine. His face was gripped in the rictus of orgasm and his eyes were closed as I felt his hot hard prick throb in my fist.
Dan cried out as the first jet escaped from his orifice, the hot juice landing on my cooling prick. My prick was softening as he shot another hot jet onto it, groaning loudly at the intense sensations that wracked his body. I skinned him back all the way and his dark purple glans was fully exposed as it shot another load onto me.
Now his jets turned into dribbles because he was almost drained. He collapsed onto me, our pricks pressed between our bodies, and I felt him relax as his climax faded.
After a couple of minutes, we were both recovered enough to speak:
"You came faster than I thought you would," I told him.
"That was because watching you come really excited me," he explained. "I knew I was stroking you, I felt your cock throbbing, and I saw the juice shooting out of your big helmet. That sent me over the edge."
"And you shot all over me," I added.
The end