Cum Club, Part 11
By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
This story is dedicated to my most devoted fan, "Tim."
Cast of characters: CUT UNCUT Paul Jerry Ray Me Walter Gary James Fred Oliver Larry Chet Albert John
A week later, I walked in to find Paul sitting in front of the large flat screen TV watching a European porn video. He was casually stroking his prick, but wasn't fully hard. He seemed preoccupied and I asked him:
"Hey Paul, is anything wrong?" He turned his head and replied:
"Ray was supposed to meet me here, but I got a call a few minutes ago from him. He can't make it today because his daughter's sick and he had to take her to the doctor"
"Nothing serious, I hope," I said.
"Just the usual sore throat," he told me. "Paul said she's had that a lot this year. Something going around in her school." As he spoke, I began stripping down.
"So you're watching a video but I can see your heart isn't in it," I commented.
"Yeah, but you could say my hard-on isn't in it," he replied. "It's not the same doing it alone." I finished undressing, placing my clothes on a chair at the side of the room, and sat down next to him. I grasped his prick and began squeezing the tip.
"Now I know that feels good," I told him as I continued the rhythmic squeezes.
"Oh, it does, Jack. I'm glad you came along, especially since I like to play with that delicious foreskin you've got." He picked up the nipple of my foreskin and began tugging lightly on it, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.
"That's doing it for me," I told him as I felt my prick starting to fill out. Now Paul's prick was fully hard, the sculpted helmet bulging with blood. "When I last saw you, you and Ray were into the buddy sleeve. Would you like to do that today?"
"That would be nice but what I'd really like is for your to dock me, since you've got that long foreskin," he answered. Now he had me fully hard, and began to work my hood gently up and down, gradually uncovering the helmet in successive strokes.
"You're right in that my foreskin's long, but it really isn't long enough to take a helmet the size of yours or Ray's. The only guy I successfully docked here is Chet, because he's got such a small tip." Paul's face fell, and he said:
"Well, I guess we'll have to use the buddy sleeve."
"There's another way," I suggested. "My foreskin's just not long enough to cover both your tip and mine when we're both hard. However, if you make me come first, I'll go soft and be able to take your tip inside me."
"Okay, I'll do you first. I'll make you come but don't worry about keeping me hard, Jack. I'll get hard enough once my tip's inside your skin." He stepped up the pace of his stroking, and I felt my excitement mount.
"At this rate you'll have my load in a couple of minutes," I reassured him.
"I can jerk you off, but I'd really like to taste that foreskin," he said. "That okay with you? I've never tasted an uncut cock before." I nodded affirmatively and he stopped stroking me, just lodging my thick hood behind my corona.
Now that you're skinned back I'll be able to work on your fat helmet," he said hungrily as he lowered his head. I felt his lips envelop my glans down to the corona, and then his tongue-tip began drilling into my pouting meatus.
"That's very good, Paul," I told him. "I like it when your tongue goes into my hole." I felt him drill my meatus, then lap it side to side, and then up and down, all the while his lips caressed my flaring corona. One of his hands was stabilizing my shaft while the other cupped my balls, and I knew he was intent on stimulating me hard to make my orgasm arrive quickly. I also knew we wouldn't need a towel, as he'd be swallowing all of my exudates.
"I'm getting hotter," I told him. "You'll have me coming in a minute if you keep that up." His response was to twist his head, his lips producing that delightful sideways friction around my corona, which sent more thrills into my body.
"Ooooohhhhh," I began moaning softly as the sensations filled my prick and balls, and I began withdrawing into myself, anticipating the hot thrill of the orgasm I knew was seconds away. Now his lips were producing an insistent tickle in my corona, and his tongue continued to torture my pouting slit.
The tickle changed to a hot tingle that filled my helmet, and a second later a shock wave traveled down my shaft to the root, triggering the first hard spasm. I felt the burning gush of cream pouring into my urethra as I let out a howl of joyful agony, and I felt it searing its way up my tube to pour into his waiting mouth. Another hot jet shot from my prick and I felt his lips tighten down even more around my flange to avoid losing any of the viscous liquid. I felt the hot cream swirling around my throbbing tip as I shot another stream.
Now the mind-numbing orgasm began to fade and I felt my gushes becoming weaker, finally slowing to a slight oozing. Paul's tongue swirled around my engorged glans lapping away the residue, as he milked my urethra to push the last drops forward. I began to relax as my prick began to shrink.
"Give me a minute," I said. "My prick has to be utterly limp to make room for your big tip inside my foreskin." It was shrinking, second by second, and finally I felt able to engulf his helmet inside my foreskin. To my surprise, he hadn't gone soft at all, possibly because of the vicarious excitement of watching and feeling my orgasm, or maybe it was the anticipation of being docked.
"Let's get into the bedroom," I said. "We should be lying down for this." He followed me into the nearest bedroom, where we arranged ourselves face to face.
"Now let's get a couple of drops of Astroglide on your tip, so that it can slide in easily," I suggested. He shook a couple of drops from the squeeze bottle onto his glans and spread it over its convex contours, making it slippery enough to slide easily inside my hood. I pressed my pucker against the front dome of his helmet and pushed it onto it, the orifice spreading as it progressed up his taper.
"Can you get it all the way back to my rim?" he asked. By way of an answer, I continued pushing until hs big glans was engulfed right to the corona, while stabilizing his shaft with my left hand.
"Now just lie still," I instructed him. "I'll work my foreskin around your tip to let you feel what a foreskin is like." I began sliding my foreskin back and forth over his engorged glans, giving it a twist around his corona. I found that I was able to stretch it even more, so that the end of my foreskin dropped into the deep groove behind his rim, thereby stroking the back face of his corona to give him extra sensations.
"I won't be able to reach your scar ring," I told him. "It's about an inch behind your rim, and my foreskin just can't stretch that far." Paul's helmet was pressing against my shrunken one as I stroked him.
"Oh, that feels so hot, Jack," he moaned as I worked on his glans. "I wish we'd done this earlier. It doesn't matter that you can't reach my scar- it still feels so hot." Some of the lubricant had run down his shaft and I used this to give him a twisting motion around his brown scar with my left hand's thumb and index finger. This provoked a reaction:
"Oh, that's great, Jack. It feels like my entire cock's on fire." His breathing became irregular and gasping as the flood of sensations took hold. The big vein on the right side of his shaft was bulging, and I felt his helmet harden through my foreskin. It felt very hot inside my hood.
"You're getting harder," I observed. "You haven't got long to go at this rate. Want me to stop or ease off a little?" I asked.
"No, Jack," he gasped. "I'm so hot now I really need to unload fast."
"I can feel how hot you are," I told him. "You're really leaking lube now." There was steady ooze from the edge of my foreskin, the viscous fluid traveling down the shaft to lubricate my fingers that were encircling and stimulating his scar. His legs began to tremble, and I knew that a few more seconds would force the orgasm from his prick. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him.
Paul's eyes closed and his entire body began to shudder as the orgasm built up inside him. Now I felt a powerful htrob inside my foreskin as his glans reacted, and he cried out helplessly as the first wave hit. I felt a thick gush of hot fluid flood my foreskin, swirling around my shrunken tip as he unloaded. Another jet erupted from his throbbing helmet, making my foreskin bulge, the excess leaking out around the front edge of my tightly-stretched hood onto the towel I'd placed between us.
He cried out again as he shot another thick stream into my hood, and his straining body began to thrust his prick deeper into my foreskin. The hot stream swirled around my soft glans, flowing over it and back into the deep groove behind my rim. I felt another hot throb in his thick helmet as the fourth gush poured out, and now my fingers holding the foreskin over his glans became wet and slippery, losing their grip. My foreskin began to slide back, leaving his glans wet and naked. I worked my left fist up along his shaft, encircling not only his scar ring but his corona as it came exposed, twisting to give him an added thrill.
The last hot jet erupted from his slit and now he was just oozing, although his breathing was still rapid and gasping. I felt the orgasm fade from his body, and he began to relax, exhausted from the violence of his climax. His prick began to soften between my fingers, and soon he was as limp as I was.
"That was so hot," he whispered as we lay together, enjoying each other's body heat. His limp penis had slipped out of my hood and was dripping residual semen onto the towel. I reached behind his scrotum to milk his urethra and force out the last drops, and he sighed with pleasure. My hood was also dripping, having been filled by his forceful ejaculations, and hot semen oozed from the pucker at the end. We both felt tired, and instead of getting up for the usual showers we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Concluded in Part 12