Cum Club, Part 4
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
Two weeks passed, during which time I went to the club three times without seeing Albert. However, on the second occasion Fred was there, just stripping down as I entered. I quickly undressed, as it was clear we were going to have a good session together. We were the only ones there, and the only other choice was to jack ourselves off while watching a European porn video. These were always very stimulating because almost all the men in the videos had foreskins.
Fred was about my height, six feet, and slender as I was. Both his prick and mine were "growers," small in repose but engorging to about twice their soft length with erection.
"I like that long foreskin you've got," Fred began. He reached out and rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger. I'd expected his comment, as he was addicted to those uncut European videos.
"You've got one too," I pointed out, clearly anticipating his next comment as I squeezed his glans through the fleshy covering to initiate his erection.
"I do, but mine's short," he said, exactly as I'd expected. "You'll see it retract as soon as my dick starts swelling." He was right. His hood, just covering the end of his glans when he was limp, did not keep up with his prick once it began swelling, and his plum-shaped glans slid swiftly out of its hood as he hardened between my fingers.
"You can still pull your skin up to cover the rim when you stroke," I pointed out. "I've done it to you enough to know your foreskin works pretty well." I wrapped thumb and forefinger around his shaft at about the middle and pulled his skin up to half-cover his glans to prove my point. You can pull it over for friction, and you compress the nerve endings in your rim at the same time."
"Yes, but when you let go it snaps back, and it almost looks like I've been circumcised," he said. He skinned me back all the way now that he had me hard to emphasize his point.
"Looks like it, but you're not," I told him. "Your tip stays covered while you're limp, and it's just as sensitive as mine. You've got a thick frenulum, too."
"Oh, yeah, my banjo string." I'm glad I've got that. It makes my dick really sensitive because it's my hot spot, just like on your cock." He punctuated his remark by strumming my frenulum several times, making my prick jerk.
"Come join me, anyway," I said. "Our pricks are different, but we know how to handle each other's equipment for some good thrills." I squeezed his glans again and saw a drop of clear lubricant part the lips of his slit. I spread the viscous fluid over his plum-shaped glans with my index finger and felt his prick throb. Fred usually used lubricant, the way cut guys do.
"That's good," he said. "I know what turns you on too." He pulled my foreskin all the way forward as we sat on the couch and placed his open hands on the top and bottom of my erection. Sliding them in opposite directions, he twisted my foreskin around my helmet.
"That twisting action feels really good," I told him. "Meanwhile, I'll continue to give you direct action on your tip." I reached for a bottle of Astroglide and supplemented his natural lubricant with a few drops. Then I placed a towel between his thighs and another one between mine. I stabilized his shaft with my left hand and stroked his swollen tip with the fingers of my right. The sensations were so intense for him that he began gasping with each touch.
"My tip's ah, very sensitive, and ah, you know just ah, how to work it," he said as my fingertips traced the outline of his corona and then worked underneath to strum his "banjo string," again making his prick jerk.
"I'll have you shooting your load as fast as you'll make me shoot mine, maybe faster," I assured him. "I'm keeping my fingertips moving constantly, hitting a new spot each second, so as not to tire out the nerve endings." Fred continued gasping; "ah-ah-ah," as I worked his swollen glans.
"Your balls are already tight against your body," he told me as he continued the hot twisting action on my foreskin. With each stroke, he stretched the nerve endings in my hood and frenulum as well as rubbing my swollen helmet.
"Now yours are too," I replied," strumming his frenulum and working my way around his hot hard corona. I swiped his slit with my thumb, making his prick throb between my fingers, and then stroked the broad upper surface of his plum.
"Your tip's ah, ah, really swollen now," he commented as he brought his hands back to stretch my foreskin back from the end of my glans. "Your ah, ah, hole's really pouting wide open."
"Your tip's leaking a lot of fluid," I riposted. "That shows how excited you are." I spread each precious drop over his hard hot glans, adding to the friction.
"You're ah, spilling some too," he said as he brought my foreskin up in successive twists to engulf my helmet right to the round front dome.
"Your tip feels really hot between my fingers," I added. It's getting harder and turning a darker shade of purple. That shows you're close."
"I am, ah, Jack, ah, but ah, so are you. The way you're breathing shows me you're close to the edge." With these words he closed his eyes, and I knew he'd begun withdrawing into himself, shutting out the world beyond his body as his mind focused on the magic sensations in his prick.
"I give you a couple of seconds," I said as my eyes closed as well. The sensations in my prick were mounting, and I felt my glans engorge to its final hardness as his hands worked their magic on my rigid prick. I felt a tickle in my corona.
"AAAAHHHHH!" I heard him yell as his prick throbbed hard in my hands, and I felt drops of cream landing on my fingers as his first load exploded from his throbbing tip, which I kept stroking. Then the tickle in my tip changed to a hot tingle and exploded down my shaft to the root, where a sudden spasm squeezed the first load of hot sperm into my urethra. Fred's prick throbbed again as he yelped helplessly, and I felt the hot liquid boiling up my tube to erupt from my pouting orifice into my foreskin. I, too, cried out in joyful agony.
"Ohhhhhhh," I groaned as another jet boiled out of my orifice, filling my foreskin to overflowing. My fingertips stroking his glans were coated with his sperm and I spread it over his sensitive tissues, from front dome to rim, and then underneath to caress his frenulum. Our pricks throbbed again and again, my hot juice overflowing onto his hands as he continued to twist my foreskin and gee-string to bring forth more jets.
Now I felt our orgasms were fading, because the throbs were weaker, and I knew I was just drooling cream instead of shooting it forcefully. I was sure he was just oozing as well, because of the powerful loads he'd discharged just seconds ago. I decided to stop stroking his tip because I knew it might be overly sensitive now. He stopped twisting my foreskin, probably for the same reason. We sat side by side, leaning against each other, as we relaxed and descended from the intense sensations.
We sat for several minutes, recovering from the mind-numbing orgasms we'd given each other, our pricks gradually shrinking. I watched as his foreskin gradually eased forward to cover his glans as his erection subsided. Mine remained bunched behind the corona of my flaring helmet until Fred reached down and gently stroked it forward to slide down the taper of my glans.
Continued in Part 5