Chris' Friend Ben

Chris' Friend Ben By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Chris, whom I'd known for a couple of decades, was going to be out of town for awhile, and he told me that I'd be interested in meeting his friend Ben. He wouldn't tell me anything about Ben, (short for Bennett) except to reassure me that I'd enjoy meeting him because we had similar tastes. Chris had given Ben my phone number, and when he called I invited him to come over that evening. Ben turned out to be about my age, early forties, and slightly shorter than my six feet. He had brown hair and eyes, as I do, and a ready smile. From my experiences with Chris, I suspected that Ben would enjoy several cups of coffee before we got down to business, and I had a pot ready when he arrived. "I love coffee," Ben said as he sat down with me at the kitchen table. "Chris told me about the coffee nerves and I found out that a full bladder always firms up my erection." "He's right. Coffee does the same for me, making the sensations sharper," I responded. "I always like to have a full bladder so that I can flush myself out after orgasm." "When my bladder's so full it feels ready to burst, the pee burns its way down my tube like Drano," Ben added. "Me, too," I responded. "Also, when I've been building up slowly to orgasm, my cream feels like hot lava when I shoot. You too?" "Yes, me too. It seems we're a lot alike in some ways." "Let's get naked and see how alike we are in other ways," I suggested. Ben said nothing, but stood up and began to disrobe. Wordlessly, I followed his lead, and in a minute we were facing each other naked. Ben had a slim build, like mine, and his pubic hair was also brown, like mine. Our eyes had immediately dropped to each other's groins, and remained there. "Chris told me you were uncut. I'm really into uncut cocks, especially those with long foreskins like yours. That nipple hanging beyond the end of your dick fascinates me. Does it go all the way back?" "Yes it does. You're uncut too, though your skin's not as long as mine." "No, I was cut as a baby." Ben's foreskin covered only half the head, leaving a rounded pink front dome exposed. "The doctor told my parents my foreskin was too tight, and I'd have trouble urinating. My father told him to remove only the tight end and leave the rest. My father wasn't cut, and he knew that the skin protects the end and keeps it sensitive. The doctor didn't like that, but he knew my father was a lawyer, and would give him real grief if he cut me all the way back. I was luckier than other boys in that way." He drew back his foreskin. "See how the front part of my tip is dry and pink, and the back half and ridge are purple and smooth?" "Mine's the same color as your ridge," I replied. "You're lucky you were left with enough foreskin to keep the ridge moist and tender. By the way, the head looks very nice, a perfect bell shape." His glans swept back from its rounded nose to form an upturned rim that ran around to the underside of his penis, where the two halves met in a thin weld line. He lifted it to show me the underside. "I've still got my gee-string," he said. "Lots of guys had their cut off along with their hoods." I reached out and lightly touched his sensitive strand, and saw him shiver at the sudden sharp sensation. "I see it's pretty sensitive there. Yeah, you were lucky. Can you come just having that part tickled?" "Oh, yeah, I can come hard, just like Chris does when he tickles his string. By the way, I really like the shape of your cock, with the head making a big bulge at the end. Some uncut guys have little heads, and their cocks look like worms. The shape of your big tip shows through the skin. I can tell you've got a helmet shape." He grasped my prick with two fingers on either side of the head and began tugging gently. I felt the tension in my foreskin and the gentle friction as the head slid inside its skin. "Looks like you have lots of room inside that skin," he said. "I've seen that in guys who have long hoods like yours. Bet it feels good." He stretched out my hood even more, and the contours of my tip were clearly visible through the thinning skin cover. "That's a nice helmet under there." He now began pushing the skin back. His prick had begun to swell at my touch and now mine was filling out. "I love the shape of yours too. That bell shape, with its upturned rim, looks very sexy." Now a drop of clear liquid parted the lips of his slit. "Your rim has that sexy flare too, only just along the top." His fingers gently pushed my hood back halfway. "I love it when you do that. Pushing the skin back stretches it, and that feels delicious." Ben's prick was now almost fully hard, and the lips of his slit had parted to form a perfect oval eye, weeping slippery tears. "I love handling a long foreskin like yours," he said. "You've got so much extra length to play with." He pulled my hood forward again, stretching it out away from my body, producing a delicious tension in its nerve endings. Now he slowly pushed it back again until the edge lay poised on my rim. I was hard now, with most of the purple head exposed. Ben's penis was seeping steadily, and I massaged the slippery liquid into the underside of his bell, making him shiver in delight. "Your slit's different from mine," he observed. "It opens up into a sort of teardrop shape." His fingertip caressed my flaring ridge through the covering of tightly stretched skin, making my cock-root contract. "You leak a lot," I said. "I'm glad of that, because I don't have much lube. You seem to have enough for both of us." At my words, Ben moved forward to touch the wet, slippery end of his cock-tip to mine. "My lube and your foreskin," he said. "I can give you all the lube you need." He pulled my foreskin forward again, where it slid freely over my now wet dome, then pushed it back to spread the viscous liquid all over my glans. The tight hood enlarged as it rode over my rim, then snapped down into the deep groove behind it. "Both our tips have big flaring rims," I said. "I like that because the big ridge locks the skin back behind it when you let go." Our fully hard cocks were at attention now, big heads fully displayed. I saw that Ben's cock was about half an inch longer than my six inches, measured from the pubic bone to the end of the glans. He touched his cock-tip to mine again and moved it in small circles, spreading more lube on my round front dome. "My skin stays back when I'm hard. The head just pushes out of it. If you want, pull it up for me. It'll cover the rim without too much pulling." Making a ring of my thumb and index finger, I grasped his foreskin behind the head and pulled it towards the end, finding that it slipped forward to compress the rim. "See, that's one way I masturbate," he explained.

"I stroke mine in long strokes," I said as he began pulling my hood forward, and we watched as his skilled fingers brought it fully over my big helmet. "I'm really into cock, Jack. I like seeing them, but I really love touching them, especially one with a long skin like yours. I enjoy feeling it, stroking it, until it throbs in my fingers and the big head spits its cream." His fingers caressed my hood back and forth, up and over the head, inflaming my passions. "Better stop," I said. "You'll make me come right here. Let's go into the bedroom." I led the way, and we sat on my big king sized bed facing each other, my right leg over his left and his right leg over my left leg, close enough to reach each other's groins. "Your balls are tight," he observed. I noticed that his scrotum was still slack, fanning out below the base of his shaft. "Mine always are. They're not low-hangers like yours. I guess yours tighten up when you get close to coming, right?" "They do, Jack. I can feel the tension in my scrotal skin already, from what you're doing to me." Ben's fingers had returned to my prick, delicately sliding my long hood up and down the head. I encircled his shaft behind the head and urged his foreskin remnant over his ridge, compressing the nerve endings. Ben's balls began drawing closer to his body as I stimulated his prick. "I can see your rim's sensitive," I said. Now I'll try something else that I think you'll like." His oval shaped orifice was still seeping lubricant, and I touched it with my index finger, tracing small circles around the hole and spreading the lubricant over the front dome. "That's really reaching me, Jack. Stroking my skin and rubbing the front of my cock-head really turns me on." "I knew it would, Ben. I'm just as much into cock as you are, and I'm really enjoying this." "I'm really going to enjoy making you come, Jack. I'd love to see your tip spitting out its cream while your cock's throbbing in my hand." "That's great, but let's not hurry, okay? For me, a long build-up makes me come even harder. Anyway, the longer it takes, the fuller my bladder will be. I think it works the same for you, right?" "Oh, yeah, it really does. I want to take my time coming. Then I'll be really excited when I explode." Now I removed my finger from the front of his tip and reached for a bottle of Astroglide on the bedside table. "Ever use this, Ben? You don't really need it, because your prick juices so much, but you might enjoy it. This contains glycerin and that makes your cock feel warm. It's a real turn-on for me." "Okay, pour some on. I want to know how it feels." I poured a few drops onto the rounded end of Ben's cock-head and worked it in with my fingertips. I saw his expression change, becoming more intense. "Yeah, that really gives me a warm feeling in the head. Can you put a little more on, around my rim?" I drew back his skin and poured a few drops into the groove behind his ridge, watching it drip down to coat his groove, then stroking the skin forward to spread it evenly over his corona. A blissful look came over his face as I worked the warming lotion into his nerve endings, and his sac contracted tightly against his body. "Let's see how this feels," I said as I drew back his skin and poured a few more drops over the bell-shaped glans. I kept his skin retracted and massaged the head with my fingertips, reaching every tender spot. I massaged his rim with a circular motion, worked my fingertips over the broad upper surface of his glans, around the hole, then down to the hot spot underneath. As my fingers moved in a teasing motion over his delicate bell-head, I felt its surface harden, and the head flushed to a purple color. "Oh, Jack, stop, you'll make me come right now if you don't stop. Let me do it to you." "Okay," I said as I removed my fingertips from his head, totally exposed beyond his retracted hood. "See how your entire head's purple now, like mine? That lube made it really glossy and hard." Ben took the bottle from me and poured some lube on the top of my big helmet as he held the skin back. He pulled my long hood forward to spread the lube all over the head to the end, then pushed it back as he poured on a few more drops. The foreskin spread the warm, slippery liquid all the way back to coat my flaring corona, giving me a pleasant feeling that heightened my excitement. I took several deep breaths and said: "Better stop now, or you'll have my load. We'd better take a little break." Ben released my prick, leaving the helmet totally bared, and said: "Okay, Jack, but it's hard to keep my hands off your handsome dick. It looks nice when soft, but even better now that you're hard. That straight shaft, and the big vein on the right, are real eye candy for me." "Yours is very attractive too. Your shaft is straight, and you've got two veins showing on top. I really like the head, though. That makes your penis look sculpted." "My penis was sculpted, literally," Ben laughed. "That's why my foreskin's so short. My father's is long and nippled, like yours, and I think I would have had one like tha t if it hadn't been cut." Ben's foreskin was drawn back behind his attractive bell shaped head. I reached out to tickle the hairs on his scrotum. "That won't make you come, will it?" I pressed my fingertips into his sac, feeling the oval eggs moving under my touch. "No, I can stay hard for a long time this way without worrying that I'll shoot." Our pricks were facing each other, angled upward, leaving our balls free to each other's touch. Ben's fingers now tickled the hairs on my sac. "That feels good for me too," I said. His fingers began tugging gently on my sac, stretching the skin and its many nerve endings. His other hand caressed the insides of my thighs. "How do you want to get off?" he asked. "Do you like oral, a hand job, or what?" I traced around the base of his shaft with a fingertip before answering. "I like them both, but really prefer a hand job. It gives me a thrill to feel a guy's fingers wrapped around my prick. I think you can do more with your fingers than with your mouth. That's only my opinion, though. What do you like?" "I'm with you. I think a good hand job is best for me, if the guy knows what he's doing. You really know how to handle my prick, and it's gotten me really hot." "I know what you mean, Ben. Some guys are too rough, and that's not as exciting as a delicate touch. The way you've done it got me very excited, as you can see." "You're still very excited, Jack. Your big tip looks hot and hard." He circled my exposed corona with a fingertip, slowly and delicately, tracing its outline down to the underside, where his finger dipped into the triangular groove between the two lobes. "Ahhhh, that feels nice, when you touch my hot spot." I touched the tip of his bell, spreading the flowing lubricant around the orifice. "You know just what to do, Jack. You could probably work on my tip all day without making me come." "I want to make you come eventually, Ben. I really want to hold your shaft with one hand and massage your bell end with the fingers of my other hand so that I can feel your cock throbbing when you shoot." "It'll feel best for me if you stroke my skin up over my rim while you work your fingers over the front of the head. How do you want me to do you to make you come?" "Take long strokes with my foreskin, all the way forward and all the way back. Then, when you see that I'm close, pull the skin tight back. That stretches the nerve endings and leaves the head bare for you to run your fingers over it." "I know I'll enjoy doing that to you. I'll be able to see and feel your tip shoot. My fingers will be right on the head and I'll feel every throb." "Want me to pull your skin back hard when you're on the edge? You might enjoy having the nerve endings in your skin stretched." I clasped his shaft about mid-way and pulled back on his skin to demonstrate. "Oh, yeah, Jack, that feels very nice. If you stroke the skin over the rim, then pull it back hard when I'm ready to shoot, that'll give me a hot thrill." Ben had grasped my prick while he'd been speaking, and tugged my skin back hard, stretching the nerve endings and exposing the deep groove behind the rim. "Your foreskin's thicker than mine," he said. "It really bunches up behind the head." Now his fingers caressed the helmet, slowly working around the contours. "That feels terrific, Ben. I like the skin stretched back when I come." "You've got such a beautiful helmet, Jack. Just touching it really excites me." "It's exciting me, too, what you're doing to it. I wanted to hold off for a long while, but not you've got me so hot I really need to come." "I sensed that, Jack. Your tip's turned darker purple, and I can see the rim's expanded even more. The surface feels harder under my fingers, too. If I keep this up, you'll shoot in less than a minute." "I think you're right. How are you doing?" I was working his foreskin up and over his ridge, compressing and caressing his nerve endings, and I wondered if he was also ready to come. "I want to make you come first, Jack. That way I can watch and feel the whole thing. If we come together it won't be as good because my eyes usually close when I come. I know they'll close this time, because it'll be so hot." "Okay. My eyes close too. I want them wide open when you shoot, so I don't miss the show." "Then just lie down, Jack. I'll make you come first. You can keep stroking me the way you're doing. If you go slow, you won't make me come." I disentangled my legs from him and lay flat on my back. "That's good, Ben. I want to hold your cock while you stroke mine. Just touching your hard prick excites me." "I'm glad touching it excites you, Jack. Now I'm going to pour more lube on your head. You're getting kind of dry there." I felt the warming liquid bathing my glans as Ben stroked my foreskin its entire length to spread it. Now it was very wet, the slipperiness reducing the friction and masking the sensations, so that I would be able to relax and hold off longer.

"That's it, Ben. That feels really good. That extra lube will let me last longer." His warm fingers gently stroked my long hood to the end, then drew it back behind the rim. "Do you relax or tighten up when you're close? "I try to relax as much as possible," I replied. "I try to let the orgasm come to me." "How does it feel when you're about to come?" I knew Ben was asking because my description of the sensations would excite him more. "I get a feeling of needing to pee. Then the head starts tingling, and I'm gone." "It's like that for me, too. I think we're a lot alike." His fingers kept working my long hood up and down the head, caressing the many nerve endings, and I felt that my cock was totally engorged, almost ready to burst. "That's doing it," I said. "Just relax and try to hold on. Let me do the work." As he spoke, my fingers continued to caress his cock, working his skin over the flaring rim. "I will... I feel my bladder's so full..." My voice trailed off as my sensations mounted. I was staying totally relaxed, but now the feeling of fullness in my bladder made me aware of a need to urinate. "That's just fine, Jack. Just let it happen. You know you won't pee, with your cock so hard. Just relax your muscles and let me bring you over the edge." Now I felt a deep ache in my helmet, an urgent need for orgasm, as he continued to manipulate my foreskin in long slow strokes. "Ooooohhhh..." I moaned as the sensations built in my cock-head. "You're very close, Jack. I can feel it in my fingers." Now the head of my cock began tingling, and my eyes closed. My awareness of my surroundings dimmed as the intense sensations forced my attention to focus on my cock. I felt my foreskin sliding back off the head again, but this time Ben held it back, stretching it towards the base of my shaft as his fingers began dancing on my turgid glans. "You're on the edge," I heard him say in the distance. "When you start coming, I'm going to put my mouth close to catch the jets." His words heightened my excitement, and I felt his fingers massaging the head, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my prick. I felt my crotch muscles tighten and suddenly there was an explosion of sensation as a hard contraction sent the first jet burning its way up my penis. I cried out helplessly as my cock throbbed and spit its first load. My tip was tingling, my cock-root was in spasm, and another gush poured into my tube. I was moaning, gasping, and heaving as my body responded to the delicious stimulation by spitting out more jets. My hips bucked and I writhed on the bed as Ben skillfully drew the orgasm from my tortured body. My entire being was pouring out through my cock and swollen tip, draining me, and I tumbled in the free-fall of orgasm. Now my tip was suddenly super-sensitive, and I cried out again. Ben must have sensed what was happening because he stopped stroking my helmet, just keeping my straining foreskin back as the last of my cream poured from my orifice. It was finally over, and I began to relax. "That was quite a spectacle," I heard him say. I was coming back to reality, and opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. "You really came hard," he continued. Your tip was so purple, really dark, and I felt every throb in my fingertips." "It felt so hot shooting through my prick, like hot lava or molten lead. Did you get to swallow my cream?" "Yes, I caught every jet. I just opened my mouth and your spurted right into it. I could even see your teardrop hole become round with every stream. I could even tell when your tip became too sensitive. That happens to me too when I come." I felt him pull my foreskin forward to cover the head. "There. That will catch the last drops," he said. I propped myself up on my elbow and realized that during my orgasm I'd let go of Ben's dick. I fought off the dazed feeling that was beginning to creep over me. "Now you lie down and I'll make you come. You must really need it now, after this." "You're right," he said as he lay on his back. "I almost came watching and feeling you." I sat up and clasped his hardness, slowly moving the skin over his congested rim. "You could use a little lube, just to warm you up." I dribbled a few drops onto the head and worked it in with my fingertips. As I pulled his skin back, my fingers spread the Astro over his rim as well. "That does feel warm. It's all over the head." I continued my dual action, pulling his foreskin over his rim while stroking the front of the bell with my fingertips, then moving down to caress his rim as I pulled the skin back. "Your tip's so wet and glossy, Ben. It must be really sensitive. Now you just relax, and I'll bring you to orgasm," I said eagerly. I wanted badly to see and feel him shoot, and I knew that he'd be helpless in my hands in a few seconds. "Oooohhhh, my tip's already tingling. I'm trying to relax but my bladder's so full..." I knew his crotch muscles were tightening despite his best efforts, and when I saw his eyes close I knew I had him. His cream would spurt within seconds. "Your tip's turned dark purple. You're right there, and the big bell's very sensitive. Now I'll make your hot sperm shoot." I skinned him back fully and twisted my fingers around the long bell-shaped head, yanking his skin back hard to give him an extra jolt of sensation. The surface of his glans had lost its sponginess, and was rock-hard. His cock jumped in my hand as he let out a cry, and I opened my mouth just in time to catch the first heavy stream. I was holding his foreskin back hard and twirling my fingers around the slippery, sensitive head to provoke another spasm, and the oval hole became perfectly round as another hot jet slammed through the lips to hit the back of my throat. I knew Ben was lost in the blissful agony of orgasm as I worked on his gushing glans, and another hot stream landed on my tongue. His cries filled the air, and his hips bucked as another rope of cream poured from his orifice. Now I lowered my head to engulf his glans, feeling it throb against my tongue as another gush came out. I scraped my teeth lightly down the top of his bell-end to sharpen his sensations and heard him cry out in surprise and delight as yet another jet hurtled down my throat. Now I knew he'd reached the point where his glans had become hyper-sensitive, and I removed my mouth, watching the last weak gushes dribble from the hole at the end of his purple bell. I saw him relax as his erection softened, and knew he was slipping into the daze that follows orgasm. He lay there a long time, his breathing slowing, and his heartbeat returning to normal. I picked up a wad of Kleenex and dabbed at the tip of his cock, wiping away the residual cream and lube. As his prick began to shrink, I pulled the skin forward to cover the rim. Now he opened his eyes. I smiled down at him. "You really had a hot one. You throbbed and shot and moaned, and I saw it all." "You made it really intense for me. I was so excited my cream felt burning hot, just like yours. Now I think I really need to pee," he said, and I realized that there was an almost painful pressure in my bladder that urgently needed relief. I grasped his hand to help him up and we went into the bathroom, holding on to each other. His left arm was around my waist while his right hand was holding his shrinking prick tightly. I pushed him over to the sink and we stood side by side, dreamily relaxing our sphincters to let our yellow streams flow unimpeded. As my thick gush began to pour from my nipple, Ben's fingers pinched the end shut and my hot piss swirled around my glans. "I like to make a long foreskin balloon," he explained. My hood swelled, and I saw his thick stream flowing freely from the blunt nose of his bell-shaped tip, as his foreskin came only halfway down the glans. Ben released my foreskin's nipple and a heavy gush poured uncontrollably from it, spraying the sides of the sink. "Don't worry," he said. "I know that holding your foreskin pinched too long can be really uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy pissing with me." It seemed to take forever, as we'd been really full, but finally our streams dwindled to trickles, then single drops. We stepped into the shower, where we soaped each other and milked each other's cocks down to expel all the residue. "You can guess that my piss stream was hot," I remarked. "I'm sure yours was too." Ben nodded, and peeled my foreskin back to rinse the helmet. As he replaced my hood in its forward position, I skinned his back to let the hot water sluice over his glans, then pulled it forward as far as it would go. I turned off the water and as we were lovingly drying each other's bodies, Ben spoke again: "Your foreskin's one of the longest I've seen. Think it might be long enough to dock me? I know I'd enjoy being docked." "Well, my foreskin's more than long enough to cover my head, even when it's swollen, but stretching enough to cover yours might not be possible. You've got a long glans, longer than mine, and my skin might not stretch enough." "We could try tomorrow morning," he said. "I think our batteries will be recharged enough to let us have intense climaxes." "One thing we could try is docking you with my penis soft." "I bet it wouldn't stay soft for long," he challenged. "Yes it would, if you gave me my orgasm first. Then it would stay soft for a long enough time for me to get you off with my foreskin." "Good idea," he said. I can't wait to try it." We did.

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