Chris' Friend Ben, Part 2 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Next morning I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw Ben open his eyes. We'd enjoyed hot sex the previous day, and our orgasms had left us drained in more ways than one, which is why we'd slept like the dead. "Your turn," I said as I walked naked across the bedroom. "By the time you're finished in there, I'll have coffee ready in the kitchen." I continued to the kitchen, where I set up a pot of coffee. My coffee maker is rated at 12 cups, but that's true only if you're serving demi-tasse. In reality, I can get only about eight full-size cups out of it. "Damn! That coffee smells good!" said Ben as he walked in a few minutes later. His heavy-ended dick swung in front of his as he walked, giving me a view of his bell-shaped glans, half covered with foreskin. The doctor had removed only the tight ring at the tip of his hood when he'd been born, he'd told me yesterday, leaving him with a partial circumcision. This was one reason he was attracted to my long thick hood, which formed a nipple in front of my big helmet. Ben's low-hangers spread out on the seat of the chair as he sat next to me. I poured him a cup and he stirred in sugar. "This morning we dock, right?" he asked. "Yeah, and it'll be quite an experience," I replied. "Even with my long foreskin, I don't think I can stretch it to fit over your whole head, not if I'm hard, at least." "I know. You've got a really long foreskin, but we both have big heads." "They're both big, and I think yours is even longer than my helmet." Ben had a bell-shaped head, beginning with a round front dome just like mine, but at the rear his was different. Mine had a sexy upturn at the rim that flared along the top of my head, but his flare continued all the way down the sides. My rim swept sharply forward on both sides, but his came almost straight down to meet underneath, giving his glans a bell-like shape, distinctly different from my helmet. His slit pouted to form an oval when his glans swelled, unlike my teardrop shaped orifice. We were both in our early 40s, both about six feet, and we both had slim builds. We both had brown hair and eyes, but Ben had full lips and a beautiful smile that I found very attractive. "You make strong coffee," he said as he sipped. "It'll give me a good case of coffee nerves." Our mutual friend Chris had turned us on to drinking lots of coffee before sex. The caffeine provided extra stimulation by keying up our nervous systems, and the liquid filled our bladders to heighten the tension. I'd already drunk a cup when Ben had sat down, and I was already feeling its effects because my cock was beginning to swell. "I'll have to come first," I told him. "That way my cock will be sure to stay soft when I slip my foreskin over your bell head. If we tried that now, my cock would get hard immediately and there wouldn't be enough room inside my hood for all of you." "I'll make you come," he said. "I'm going to try something special with your prick today. I'll give you a combination blow job and hand job that'll make you blast off even more than you did yesterday." Ben's prick was responding both to the coffee and the sex talk, becoming swollen and with a drop of clear liquid parting the lips of his front slit. I touched the wet spot with my fingertip and brought it to my mouth. "Tastes good," I said. "I'm glad you produce so much lube. I hardly have any." "That lube will be very convenient for both of us. I think we'll need a lot for your foreskin and my tip when we dock." His sac was starting to contract. My balls were naturally tight all the time. "That feels good," I said as Ben began rolling the long nipple of my foreskin between two fingers. He knew what I enjoyed, and was an expert in handling a foreskin. "I love touching your cock, Jack. I like the way it looks, the way it feels, and I enjoy making it swell. I'm into cocks, you know, but yours is a real turn-on for me because of your long foreskin." I wiped another drop of lube from the front of his bell, again tasting it. "You're really excited, Ben, and I've hardly touched you." His cock was fully hard and his balls were almost completely contracted against his body. I saw that the front part of his glans, permanently exposed because of his cut-back foreskin, was dry and pink, while the rear, especially the flaring corona, was glossy and purple. "Be careful how you touch me, Jack. You're the one who has to come first. If you take my load, we'll miss out on the docking." His fingers delicately began peeling my long foreskin back along my helmet, spreading the tight end to a dime-sized hole that revealed my meatus. My hole pouted to a teardrop shape when the head swelled, while his became an oval. "I don't think you'll have any problem making me come," I said. Ben had pulled my foreskin fully forward, stretching it out away from my body, and how he pushed it back a bit farther along the head so that the opening was about the size of a quarter. His touch produced a mild tingle in my tip. "I know exactly what turns you on, Jack. You enjoy having your skin pulled back in stages, so that it stretches the nerve endings as it slides over the head." "That's it exactly. You're doing a terrific job of turning me on." We were still drinking coffee, and the carafe was almost empty. I felt a sensation of fullness in my bladder, and this added to the excitement that Ben's fingers were producing. "You're turning me on, just by letting me touch your prick. You know what that does to me." Ben had again pulled my hood forward and now was pushing it back almost to the rim of my glans. The tightness of my foreskin added to my sensations, producing a delicious friction in the sensitive head. "Let's drink up and go into the bedroom," I urged. "I'm really hot now." I up-ended my cup and watched Ben finish his coffee. We lay side by side on my king-size bed, Ben still caressing my cock. He pushed me flat on my back and crouched over me, stripping my foreskin all the way back to bare the flaring rim. Slowly he worked my foreskin in long strokes over my helmet, letting me feel the smooth sliding action. I watched another large drop of lube emerge from the oval hole at the end of his glans. "You'll be dripping all over the sheet," I said. "Better get right on top of me so that your cock's in my face and I can lick it off." He moved to straddle my head, and his pinkish-purple bell dangled above my lips, the short foreskin long since retracted to form a thin collar behind his rim. I lapped at the oval orifice, tasting his salty juices as he continued to stimulate my cock. "I'm going to work your foreskin up and down, and on the down stroke I'll wrap my lips around your beautiful helmet," he said as he began working my prick in earnest. I felt him pull my foreskin up to cover the head completely, and when he pushed it down his lips immediately encircled the front of my glans and followed the retreating foreskin. "That feels wonderful," I said as I felt the surge of sensations. His lips moved up as he pulled my foreskin forward over the glans to follow them, his saliva lubricating the smooth surface. Now he paused to speak: "I love the sexy aroma of your foreskin, the smooth tasty helmet, the stretchy foreskin. I hope I don't get too excited doing this. I'd hate to come too soon." His fingers pushed my hood down again, and I felt his warm lips following. Now he had my foreskin pulled tightly back behind my rim, and his lips encircled my corona while his tongue-tip tickled my slit. He cupped my balls with his other hand as he began the upward cycle again. "I love the taste of your pre-come," I said as I lapped at his seeping oval hole. "It's delicious because it's you." I remembered swallowing his jets of hot cream the day before, and the memory stirred my excitement even more. Now I felt his fingers tighten slightly around my foreskin as he stepped up the pace. I felt the foreskin slide down the head and snap into the deep groove behind the rim as his lips and tongue worked their magic on my sensitive nerve endings. Now the thick foreskin collar bumped against my rim, compressing it and sliding up my glans as his lips withdrew. His mounting excitement was evident in the flow of lube from his tip, which had increased to a steady stream. He snapped my hood back, following it with his lips and tongue, which caressed the broad upper surface of my glans. Now, when he pulled my foreskin up, I felt a light scrape along my helmet as his teeth touched it, and this sent an electric shock through my penis. I lapped avidly at his oval orifice, feeling his lube slippery on my tongue and palate as I swallowed it. "You're really doing something to me," I whispered as I felt my cock engorging still more, the final stage before orgasm. My shaft felt hard, straining against his tightly encircling fingers, and my glans was so swollen it felt as if it was about to burst. Ben yanked my tight foreskin down hard, sending an electric thrill through the stretching nerve endings, and his lips, tongue, and teeth sent hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my glans. The tension in my bladder made it impossible for me to relax, and I felt helpless in his hands as he pushed me relentlessly towards the edge. Now he moved his lips up to make room for my foreskin's advance, and he pulled it up hard to engulf the tip completely, pausing for an instant before stripping it down again. I felt a tickling sensation in the rim as the skin snapped back over it, and when he pulled upward on my hood the tickle changed to a hot tingle that filled me glans. I began moaning mindlessly as my eyes closed, because now my attention was totally focused on my prick. I was aware of the deep ache in my glans, yearning for the release of orgasm, as I withdrew into myself to await the explosion. Now Ben yanked my foreskin down harder than before, sending a shock through my entire penis, right down to the root. His teeth scraped my nerve endings, triggering my climax, and my cock-root contracted. I cried out as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me, and the first hot jet burned its way up my tube into his mouth. I was in free-fall, overwhelmed by the blissful agony of my orgasm, feeling his teeth scraping my tortured glans and forcing more boiling jets from my cock-root, as his fist pounded my foreskin up and down. My prick throbbed in ecstasy as more jets pumped from my helmet. I heard myself crying out in the distance, enraptured by the intense sensations as torrents of sperm gushed from my throbbing prick. My tip suddenly became super-sensitive and I yelped. Ben stopped pumping my prick, letting my orgasm run by itself. My pulses became weaker, and the hit surges in my urethra relented as I drained myself. At last, the hot surges of semen became a slow flow, and I began to relax, dazed by the firestorm of sensations that had consumed me. Later, I opened my eyes to see his beautiful smile as he looked down at me. He was sitting next to my supine body, enjoying the sight. "I felt your penis throbbing in my mouth," he said. "Your jets were spewing against the back of my throat." I became aware of the salty wetness on my mouth and face, and realized his big bell-shaped head must have drooled all over me while I was in the throes of orgasm. I licked my lips, then wiped my fingers over my face and licked the salty residue. I saw his rigid cock between his thighs, the bared head purple and glistening wetly. I reached for it and he moved away quickly. "No, not yet. If you touched me now I'd explode. I'm so worked up from making your come I couldn't control myself. We'd better take a break." I became aware of the acute pressure in my bladder, and Ben sensed this because his next words were" "Do you have to pee? Now that you're losing your erection the urge must be pretty powerful." "Yeah, I do," I replied weakly. Ben grasped my hand as he stood up. "Let me help you. We'll get you drained before you start working on me. Anyway, your erection has to be gone completely, and draining your bladder will relieve the last of the tension." I stood up with him and staggered to the bathroom. Ben guided me to the sink, and I stood in front of it with my half-hard prick dangling into the cold bowl. "A little hot water will work wonders," he said as he adjusted the taps. Now he cupped his hand and poured some warm water over my naked helmet, producing a surge of sensation that shot down to the root of my cock, and I felt my sphincter begin to relax. A trickle of hot fluid filled my urethra, dripping from my slit, and we watched as it increased in volume. My bladder still felt as if it was ready to burst, but the sensation became less acute as the yellow stream burned my urethra and poured from my slit. Looking down, I saw Ben's hard cock next to my right hip, but the head didn't seem to be as swollen and tightly-drawn as before. "Does it feel like it's burning?" he asked. "Yeah, it's a real hot piss," I answered. "It feels just as hot as when I was coming." I felt the tension leave my body as my bladder drained, and I enjoyed the streaming sensation the hot flow `produced in my urethra. "Your penis is really shrinking now," he observed. "Your foreskin's a bit red from handling, but stretching it over your big helmet made it nice and loose." "Better to fit over your head, Ben." The heavy stream had slowed to a think trickle, and I felt Ben's fingertip under my balls, probing for my urethra. "Now I'll milk it down for you. That hot wash flushed all of the cream from your urethra, and I'll get the residue." His fingertip pressed along the underside of my shaft, forcing the last drops out of my hole, which had shrunken down to a slit. Ben finished by pulling my foreskin forward to encase the head once more. "I know you've got enough lube to do the job," I said, "but let me put some Astroglide on your glans. You said yesterday you found the warm feeling pleasant." "Good idea," Ben replied. "Pour some inside your hood, too." We went back into the bedroom and I poured the warming liquid on his bell-shaped glans, then as he held my foreskin open to form a cup, dribbled a few drops into it. Ben stroked my foreskin back and forth a couple of times to spread the slippery lubricant, and we lay on the bed facing each other, Ben holding my foreskin next to his swollen glans. "Okay, now stretch it out and pull it over your tip," I urged. His fingers again grasped the edges of my foreskin, widening the opening, and he thrust his cock forward to slip the end of his turgid tip into it. The first effort brought my hood to cover half his glans, and I pushed myself forward slightly to help him, feeling his hard round dome pressing against my spongy, shrunken head. "Now for a little more traction," he said as he continued to pull my foreskin over his head. I felt the nerve endings in my foreskin stretching pleasantly as he continued to pull it over his hard swollen head. His short foreskin was drawn tightly back, having retracted when he'd become erect at the start of our sex play, and it lay behind his flaring ridge in a tight collar. His hard front dome pressed deeper into my foreskin, compressing my flaccid glans, as he stretched my foreskin right to his corona. I made a ring of my thumb and forefinger around my foreskin to clamp it in place over his rim. "Let me do it," I suggested, and he removed his fingers as I pushed my foreskin forward to that the lip edged over the flare of his rim, sealing tightly against his retracted hood. "We made it!" he exclaimed joyfully, and the fire in his eyes told me that the psychic stimulation of knowing his entire head was inside my foreskin excited him as much as the physical sensations. I made a fist and began twisting my foreskin over his swollen bell. There wasn't enough length for back and forth motion, and I knew the side to side stroking would inflame the nerve endings in his glans even more than back-and-forth friction. I felt his tip throb against mine as his excitement mounted. The throbs felt delicious, and I knew that if I hadn't just experienced the hot shocks of orgasm, my bulky helmet would have begun swelling. I cupped his tight sac, gently kneading the orbs between my fingers. His eyes bored into mine, reflecting his level of arousal, and soon they became glazed as he was caught up in the compelling sensations. His hips bucked slightly, and I spoke: "Just relax, Ben, and let me do the work. You gave me a really hot come, and now I want to do the same for you. The longer you hold out, the more intense orgasm will be for you." I kept up the rotating motion of my foreskin, feeling his bell-shaped glans harden even more under the insistent stimulation. I felt every sexy contour of his bell through my thick foreskin, my fingers lovingly palpating his sensitive surfaces. The sexy flare of his rim became more prominent, and his breathing deepened. "I didn't pee with you," he whispered. "My bladder's so full..." I knew this would limit the time he could delay his orgasm, although it would heighten his sensations when he came. I studied his face, watching the tension build, and saw him move towards me as his full lips pressed against mine. "I was really fascinated by your long foreskin, Jack. Now I love it. It feels so good around my prick, I feel it's so intimate with you..." he gasped as his breathing became ragged. He put his arms around me, holding me close to him, as I continued the maddening stroking of his most tender parts. Although he was trying to relax and be still, his body began quivering. "Feel my foreskin around your head, Ben. Feel my tip pressing against yours," I said, knowing my words would add to his excitement. My foreskin slid over his turgid tip easily, heavily lubricated by his juices and the Astroglide, and I knew this would mask the sensations somewhat by reducing the friction, adding a few seconds to the time it would take before his glans exploded helplessly into my foreskin. "That feels so hot and tingly," he said in a barely audible whisper. I moved my hand from his sac and to the base of his penis, where I placed the thumb on top of the shaft and the index finger pressing into the urethra underneath. I was constricting his veins, making his erection even harder, and blocking the flow of lubricant, building up the pressure in his urethra. This would cause an explosive sensation when orgasm began. My fingers felt his shaft throbbing now, and his glans pulsed against mine. I saw his eyes close, and knew he'd be releasing any second. He held me tighter, and I felt his heart pounding against my chest. Suddenly he cried out: HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" and I felt the heavy throb as his cock-root went into spasm, the pulse traveling up his shaft right to the swollen head. The shock ran into my penis as I felt the sudden pressure in his urethra where I was blocking it. He cried out helplessly at the unexpected hot sensation, and another spasm went through him. From base to tip, his cock throbbed hard, and I released the pressure. I felt a heavy gush of hot juice spurting against my tip, swirling around my rim, filling my foreskin, as his discharges erupted from his tip. His body was straining against mine as the full fury of the orgasm hit him. His hips bucked in frenzy as his cock pumped more fluid into my already distended foreskin, and I knew that further rotation of my hood would be useless because he wouldn't feel it. I stroked the skin of his shaft rapidly, pulling back to stretch the nerve endings, as I felt the trapped sperm ooze under the edges of my foreskin. His agonized moans filled the air as the hot sensations ripped through him, annihilating his consciousness as his body reflexively writhed with each ejaculation. His eyes were tightly shut and his lips drawn back from his teeth. Thick, viscous juice boiled up from inside him and poured out against my helmet, flooding my ballooning foreskin, and I relaxed my grip to release the fluid. I massaged the thick juice into his shaft, and as my foreskin slipped back, caressed his swollen, throbbing rim with my trembling, encircling fingers. I was as caught up in the event as he was, except that I wasn't ejaculating. Now my foreskin had slipped back, the pressure of his gushes freeing it from his throbbing head, and most of his glans was bare. I wrapped my fingers around the head and twisted hard, the ridges of my fingertips scraping the inflamed nerve endings. Ben howled loudly and his entire body convulsed in response. I let go, knowing that his tip would become hyper-sensitive any moment, and let him finish his spasms by himself. I saw that his swollen bell was dark purple, and was seeping white cream instead of spewing. His breathing became more regular, and now I noticed that the sheet under our cocks was soaked in a mixture of sperm, natural lubrication, and Astroglide.
Gradually his breathing returned to normal, and only a thin ooze of wetness leaked from his slit. His glans lost its deep purple flush, and became pinker as it shrunk. It was still very wet with the thick fluids coating it, and the foreskin was still locked behind the rim. "What hit me?" he said as his eyes opened. "I felt as if I was just dissolving." "You had a really hot come," I responded. "You shot so much juice into my foreskin it almost burst."
"You're a very hot man, Jack. Thanks so much." "I owed you one, Ben. You really pounded the cream out of me a few minutes ago." "That was fun, watching you come. It was a vicarious thrill for me." "Same for me when I watched you and felt you come inside my foreskin." Ben's penis was now limp, and I wondered how comfortable his full bladder was. He answered my unspoken question: "I have to pee, Jack." He got up and I followed him into the bathroom, holding him around the waist in case he was not quite steady. I adjusted the water flow until it was hot but not burning, I cupped my hand and poured several hands-full over his still naked glans to stimulate his sphincter, as he had done for me. A thin stream began to dribble from his slit, and as he relaxed it became thicker. He smiled broadly as he felt the flush of relief. "It feels so hot, Jack. Just like when I was shooting my cream." "Okay, Ben, this will clean you out, as it did me. Just relax and let it happen." I poured more hot water over his naked tip, making sure that he drained himself completely. After a minute or so, the stream thinned, and finally dwindled to a few drops. I milked his urethra and pulled the remaining foreskin forward over his now limp penis, to its normal position half covering the head. Returning to the bedroom, Ben fished in his suitcase and pulled out a roll of paper tape. Pulling his foreskin forward, he pushed with his finger until his glans was completely inside, then put a piece of tape across the orifice, effectively closing it and trapping the head inside. "I've heard some cut guys are restoring their foreskins by stretching. Guys cut tighter than me have gotten full coverage, so I think I've got a real head start. Maybe someday I'll have a foreskin as long as yours." "I've heard of that too. Good luck," I said. "I'd love to see it in a year or so."
The end of Part 2