Foreskin Sessions, Part 2
By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
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Next morning we woke up around six, smiling at each other as we cuddled closely. Greg spoke first:
"Last night was terrific. We both really drained ourselves." He reached between us, feeling my prick, which was hard from a full bladder. I put my hand on his crotch.
"We're both hard, but I think it's because we have to pee. We ought to think about going out for breakfast." We took turns in the bathroom and then got dressed. The hotel dining room had a good reputation, and we ordered our food.
"Turns out we both like the same thing," Greg said. "Ham and eggs, with hash browns, and sourdough toast. That's something else we have I common. Oh, yes, we both like coffee."
"I think it's going to be too hot to go out to see the sights," I said as we ate. "I'd rather spend the day in air-conditioned comfort."
"I feel the same way," Greg agreed. "Let's go to my hotel room. It's only a couple more blocks and it'll give the maid a chance to clean up your room and make the bed." After we finished and paid the check, we walked to his hotel.
"I'm from Albuquerque," I said as we walked. "Where are you from?"
"Denver," he replied. "That's only about 460 miles up I-25, a day's drive. That makes it convenient for us."
"I know. I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other. You linked up with anyone right now?"
"No, and I live alone. How about you?"
"I'm single too. No ex-wives or children to support, either," I said. "Good thing we met when we did."
"Yeah, I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other," he replied.
Once inside his hotel room, we languidly stripped off our clothes. There wasn't any feeling of urgency, as there had been last night. We sat side by side on the couch, and when I felt his fingers close around my prick I reached for his.
"We've both got small dicks when soft," he remarked.
"Yeah, but did you noticed how they swing from side to side when we walk?"
"They're both heavy-ended," he replied. "Anyway, I like my dick the way it is but I'd like to have more skin, like you do."
"You could stretch it out," I suggested. "A friend of mine who was cut as a baby didn't like it, and on the Internet he found lots of information on how you could grow a new foreskin by stretching the shaft-skin. Since you've already got a foreskin, it wouldn't take much stretching to gain more length." Greg's eyes lit up.
"Think I could do that? I'd love to stretch it out so that I have a nipple dangling from the end the way you have." As he said this I felt him rolling my foreskin nipple between thumb and forefinger, as he had last night. The gentle tickling feeling made my prick start to engorge.
"So that's why you're playing with it this way," I said.
"Right. I like a long skin, really long, like yours. Remember I told you that I'd had sex with a guy who had a long one like you do? Well, that's when I became envious. I wished I had a skin like his. Maybe, with enough length, I could even dock another guy." I saw Greg's prick swelling, the big purple helmet pushing its way out of his hood, dilating the foreskin as it swelled. The mutual stimulation, plus our sex-laden conversation, had produced erections for both of us.
"See? My skin pulls back when I get hard. Yours still covers the tip, and then some."
"Well, your prick almost looks circumcised when it's hard," I told him.
"No way anoybody could take your dick for circumcised, not with the skin still covering the head," he said. I looked down to see a bead of clear liquid parting the lips of his long slit. I felt a slight tickle deep in the root of my prick and knew that a drop of natural lubricant was starting up my urethra. As I held his prick upright with my left hand I used the index fingers of my right hand to spread the drop of lubricant around his long slit, making him sigh deeply in delight. More clear viscous fluid appeared and I spread it all over his glans, from the front dome down to the corona. His foreskin was poised on the flaring edge of his helmet, and I pushed it down into the deep groove behind it.
"Oh, that is nice," he sighed. He began sliding my foreskin in long slow strokes, completely uncovering my glans and the groove behind it, putting tension on my frenulum. The front of my helmet dipped slightly and he said: "Oh, I like that, the way your tip goes down a little when I tug on your banjo string." On the return, he pulled it up to encase my glans completely, and to form a nipple beyond it.
"You are so very sexy," I said. "There's nobody else I'd want playing with my prick right now. Nobody else ever gave my prick pleasure the way you do." I gave his lubricated glans a couple of gentle squeezes, and then a couple more.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "You know what that did? It made my cock-root throb." I saw that his scrotum had tightened.
"It was supposed to," I explained. "That head-squeezing action stimulates the bulbo-cavernal reflex. Feels good, doesn't it?" He didn't reply, instead squeezing my glans several times through the foreskin. The throbs deep inside me told me that he was doing it right.
"You're making me throb too," I told him.
"Good," he replied. "I see your balls are coming up tight against your body." Pulling my foreskin all the way back and stretching my gee-string, he squeezed my bare glans several more times, and the root of my shaft responded with a throb each time. Clear liquid filled the pouting orifice at the top of my helmet. He noticed this and began spreading it over the glossy surface, working his finger around my corona and down to the delta underneath to apply liquid friction to my gee-string. I sighed deeply in delight.
"Ever do Princeton?" he asked me.
"No," I answered. "What is it?"
"It's thrusting between another guy's thighs. You know how you buck your hips when you're coming? I do too, as you've noticed. Thrusting makes coming more intense, and as I'm not into anal, going between the thighs is the way for me."
"Oh, good, Greg," I replied. "I'm not into anal either, and I'm glad to hear you're not. Want to do it now? How do we start?" Greg let go of me and got up to spread a towel on the bed. He took a condom from his suitcase and handed it to me.
"Here, put it on me." I opened the foil envelope, made sure his foreskin was all the way back, and unrolled the condom down his glans and shaft. He pulled me to my feet and said: "Lie down on the towel on your left side. I'll get in behind you and slip my dick between your thighs" He wiped the lubricant off the outside of the condom with a corner of the towel. I lay down and felt the warmth of his body behind me. I lifted my right thigh, and felt his prick sliding in along my perineum. Now I lowered my thigh.
"Now I'm going to thrust into you, and reach over to stroke your skin. I've got less skin than you, so it's best that I do the thrusting and stroke your long skin. You'll shoot onto the towel."
"What's the condom for?" I asked. "To keep from getting your juice on me?"
"No," he answered. "It's to prevent me from getting hair burns. I'll be thrusting hot and heavy when I come, and I don't want friction burns from your hairs." I felt hs prick begin sliding back and forth between my thighs, the front dome of his helmet bumping my balls with each stroke. His arm came over me and he grasped my prick, sliding my foreskin gently back and forth.
"That feels nice," I said. Another thought occurred to me and I asked: "Do you want me to squeeze your prick with my thighs? Would that help?"
"No, not necessarily. The idea is that if we want to, we can come together. If you feel you're about to come, you can squeeze my dick to put more pressure on it and make me come faster. If I feel I'm about to come, I can pump your skin faster. For right now, let's go slow and easy." He thrust his prick between my thighs with a steady rhythm, stroking my foreskin in time with his thrusts. There was no sense of urgency as there had been the night before, and I said:
"I think we can keep it up a long time at this rate, Greg."
"I know we can. Let's enjoy the ride." Now that I was becoming attuned to the rhythm, I could tell that his prick was sliding back and forth within the condom. He'd wiped off the outside lubricant so that it would remain fixed in the same position between my thighs, like an artificial vagina. He skillfully manipulated my foreskin, drawing it all the way back off the head and stretching my gee-string, and then pushing it all the way forward to engulf my glans and form a nipple at the end. Natural lubricant kept seeping from my pee-hole, making my glans and hood very slippery.
This rhythm is just right," I told him. "I think we can last a long time."
"The longer the better," he said. "Remember that the longer we take, the hotter it'll feel when we come." I concentrated on the feeling between my thighs and realized that I could feel his flaring ridge as it slid back and forth. I told him this and he replied:
"You know what's making it really hot for me? I'm stroking your dick and its long skin as if it were my own. I keep thinking of how it'll feel when you come and that big dick of your will be throbbing and spitting in my hand."
"I hope we can time it right, Greg. This time I'd love to come while you're coming between my thighs."
"We just have to communicate. I know I'll get a reading of when you're ready to come because your helmet's going to get larger and harder. The rim flares out. I'll be able to feel that."
"I guess I'll be able to tell from your breathing," I said. "We both breathe harder when we get close." Greg continued his steady thrusting and stroking as we spoke, and despite my effort to stay relaxed, I felt the tension increase in my body.
"I've got to tell you, Greg, I'm getting closer. It's slow but steady."
"Me too," he replied. "All we can do is to keep our crotch muscles relaxed, unless you want me to stop for a break."
"No, no, let's keep going this way, Greg. I'm really enjoying this." I felt him kiss my neck as I spoke, sending a thrill through my body.
"I'm enjoying it too because feeling your long thick dick-skin in my hand is a real turn-on. It'll be even better when I'm coming and feel you coming too." He kept thrusting steadily, his abdomen bumping my buttocks with each forward thrust.
The excitement kept creeping up on me, and now I felt the inrush of blood into my prick, engorging my glans even further. I spoke:
"Can you feel my head swell?" He kissed my neck again and said:
"Yeah, the ridge is higher and harder than before. I can feel that, even through your thick foreskin. I'm getting closer too."
"This is beautiful, Greg. I've never done this before but I know I'll want to do it again." My breathing was faster now, and more shallow. I heard his breathing speed up too.
"We're closer now," he murmured. "Let me know when you start to feel a tickle in your rim."
The smooth friction of my well-lubricated foreskin was having an effect, and I felt a tickle start in my corona.
"It's tickling," I announced.
"Mine is too," he said. "When the tingle starts, that'll be it. I'm going to go harder now. I think we can make it together." I felt his thrusts speed up, as did his strokes on my foreskin. My perception of the world outside my body was dimming, as it had the evening before, and I knew I'd be unloading within seconds.
"Tingling, tingling," he whispered and I felt his abdomen slam against me as his tip bumped my balls. His fist twisted my foreskin around my corona, and I felt the hot tingle begin. Greg was grunting, and I began moaning as hot sparks of sensation burned their way into my glans. I felt his prick throb between my thighs as he cried out, and a hard throb deep inside me sent the first jet hurtling up toward the end of my prick. My eyes shut and I didn't see my white jet shooting out, but I felt the sensation as it slammed through the pouting lips of my pee-hole.
I felt his body shudder against mine, and his abdomen slammed against my butt again as he thrust n the hot frenzy of orgasm. His fist was flying over my prick, drawing out a second gush of sperm that boiled its way up my tube to erupt from the end. Our cries filled the room as we convulsed in the delicious agony of orgasm, and as he slammed into me again a third torrent of hot liquid poured from my throbbing prick. We were both breathing hard, alternating between grunts and gasps, and I felt his big helmet nudge my balls as I shot again.
"OOHHHHHH," he moaned loudly as his prick throbbed again between my thighs, and I knew he was filling the latex sheath with his hot sperm. I felt another hard throb deep inside me and a fifth load of hot cream bubbled up out of my helmet. Now I felt my prick twitch, and knew that the main part of my orgasm had passed. From this point, I'd only be seeping a few drops.
Greg had stopped thrusting, but his fingers still held my prick tightly. He gave me a couple more strokes, but then he sensed that I'd stopped throbbing and he was still. We lay there exhausted, relishing the delicious feeling of the afterglow. I felt a few drops crawling up my urethra to seep out onto the towel aas I sank into a daze.
Some time later I opened my eyes. Greg's fingers were still wrapped around my shrunken penis, and I felt that his erection had subsided between my thighs. I heard his voice as he murmured in my ear:
"We came together, and we came hard."
"Our timing was perfect," I answered.
"That was a lovely experience," he said. "I know I'll want to repeat it. How was it for you?"
"Oh, really beautiful. For a moment, though, I was concerned that your big tip would bang hard into my balls."
"No chance of that," he said. "You've got a bubble butt, and that kept me from going to far in. With my flat ass, if we'd done it the other way, your helmet would really have knocked my balls around."
"You told me you were interested in docking another guy," I said. "I don't think many uncut guys have enough foreskin to do that."
"I know," he agreed. "I've read about docking in lots of stories, but seen few pictures of it actually being done." I spoke again:
"It might work if I tried to dock a guy with a small glans, like an acorn, but trying to fit a big helmet like yours into my hood wouldn't work."
"I've got an idea," he said. "At home I've got a buddy sleeve. It's a soft clear plastic tube about six inches long, with ridges on the inside. I think it was designed for cut guys, so that they could stick their dicks in from each end to simulate docking. It can also be used as a masturbation sleeve."
"Seems like a nice toy," I said. "It would be useful for us and other uncut guys, since most don't have enough foreskin to dock a normal or large size glans."
"Oh, it sure would work for us," Greg stated. "Those ribs on the inside provide terrific friction."
"I'd guess you have to use some sort of lubricant with it," I suggested.
"Yeah, you do, unless you produce more lube than the two of us together," he replied. "Astroglide's a good choice, because it's water-based and cleans up quickly, unlike Vaseline or other petroleum based lubes. We could swing by an adult shop after lunch and pick one up. Meanwhile, let's take a quick shower to rinse off the sweat." We got up and as I rolled up the towel with my sperm inside, Greg went into the bathroom, where I saw him flush the condom down the toilet. I joined him and we stepped into the shower stall.
My prick had shrunk, but my foreskin was still bunched up behind my thick ridge. Greg hadn't pulled his foreskin forward after removing the condom, and the effect of the hot water sluicing down our naked helmets stimulated our sphincters. Our think yellow stream flowed out of our tips, blending on the floor before going down the drain.
"That made sure we flushed out all the residue," he said. He reached over to milk my urethra thoroughly, and I did the same for him, replacing his foreskin afterward. We dried off, got dressed, and went out to lunch.
Continued in Part 3.