Foreskin Sessions, Part 4 By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
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The following morning we set off. Although we could have made it in one day neither of us was interested in staying behind the wheel for 14 or 15 hours, so we stopped in Green River, Utah, right off I-70, and shared a room with a queen-size bed in a pleasant motel by the river's edge. It had a restaurant next to it, which was convenient. After a quick supper, we went to our room and undressed.
"I'm wound up from driving," Greg said. "I sure could use an orgasm to relax me." We were sitting side by side on the bed.
"I'm the same way," I replied. "I don't feel like doing anything elaborate, like Princeton. I'm too tired."
"Yeah, let's just stroke each other. That's simple, and it'll get us off." He pulled the covers back and got a towel from the bathroom, spreading it on the bed. We lay facing each other and his fingers closed around my prick. As he began twisting my foreskin nipple slowly, I squeezed his glans through the thin fleshy covering.
"That's making my dick throb," he remarked.
"Think you could get off with me squeezing your helmet?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so," he reflected. Our pricks had started growing, and soon they'd doubled in length, fully erect, helmets bulging inside our foreskins. Now I began drawing his foreskin back, watching the opening dilate as it rode up the taper of his glans. I felt the pressure as he began retracting my long hood, stretching the nipple over the bulge of my helmet. The musky smell of wet glans and foreskin filled the air.
"I like the aroma of our pricks," I said. "It's really arousing."
"We're both getting cock-syrup," he commented, and I saw beads of clear lubricant poised in our orifices. He swept my foreskin all the way forward, picking up the viscous fluid to lubricate it, and then peeled it back so that it was poised on my flaring corona. I did the same with his, and we began steady, rhythmic strokes on each other's pricks.
"Your cock turns me on so much because of that long skin. That lets me take really long strokes on you." He pulled my hood all the way forward over my glans until it formed a nipple ahead of it, and then drew it back until it snapped down into the sulcus, behind my ridge. He tugged harder, putting tension on my gee-string, and we watched the helmet dip toward my toes.
"That feels good," I said as I pushed his foreskin back on his shaft to make his helmet dip. Greg sighed in delight and I felt his fingertip caressing my lubricated gee-string, making me moan.
"Tired as we are, we're still turning each other on," he observed. I reached over with my other hand and cupped his balls. My fingertips pressed lightly against his perineum, and I knew I'd feel his pulses when he ejaculated.
"With the tension we built up during the drive, we'll come hot and hard," I told him. He was working my foreskin in long steady strokes now, all the way forward and all the way back. I did the same to him, stroking his prick at a steady pace, gradually building up his excitement.
"Oh, yes, we'll blast off hard," he said. "I can feel it building up inside me. Just don't go too fast. This is so nice now."
"Try to stay relaxed, Greg. "I'll even slow down a little to make it last longer."
"Our balls are tight now," he observed. "We're about half-way there." I felt the tightness in my scrotum, the tension slowly spreading over my body.
"I know I'll enjoy watching the cream shoot out of your tip when you come," I said.
"Let's rub our tips together," he suggested. I moved forward, drawing his foreskin back so that his helmet was completely exposed, from rounded front dome to flaring ridge, he guided my glans against his. Our slits kissed and both our front domes compressed as they pushed against each other. He slid my helmet side to side against his, the friction stretching the lips of our slits and making us sigh in delight. I leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.
"We're leaking a lot of lube," I said. "That makes our tips slide so smoothly." The gentle friction was so erotic, so sensual, that our breathing became shallow and rapid.
"We're getting close," he said.
"Want me to stop?" I asked.
"No, just keep going. Now I feel I need to come. I can't wait."
"We don't have to come together," I suggested. "You can come first." I pulled back and resumed stroking his foreskin, and he pumped mine in quick strokes. I saw Greg's abdominal muscles tense, and a moment later his legs developed a slight tremor. Mine did too, as the tension mounted in my body.
Greg's eyes closed, and I knew he was on the brink. I was too, because I felt a tickle start in my corona. Suddenly, his entire body jerked and he cried out:
"AHA! AHA! AHA!" as I felt a hard pulse in his urethra behind his balls. His prick throbbed between my encircling fingers, and a thick white jet erupted from his long slip, shooting hot fluid. On to my prick. My helmet tingled hard and a second later I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin deep inside me.
I cried out as my first burning jet shot up my tube and slammed through the lips of my orifice, pouring all over Greg's prick, as his sperm had anointed mine. He shot again, his stream coating my prick as the first one had, followed by my eruption that sprayed over his prick and my encircling fingers.
The additional viscous fluid caused us to lose our grips on each other's foreskins, and as they'd locked behind our coronas, our fingers were sliding over each other's naked glans. The direct action was super-stimulating, our skin ridges causing more sensation than the smooth inner linings of our foreskins, and we both cried out helplessly as our hips bucked and we shot again. I twisted my fist quickly over his hard bulging glans and corona, feeling him do the same to me as the fury of orgasm drove us to shooting another white torrent each.
Our straining pricks throbbed hard as we released our jets and the pent-up tension, caught up in the mutual frenzy, and we yelped again as our fifth ejaculations erupted from our tips. I sensed that it was over for me, because my prick gave a few residual twitches and began to lose its firmness. Greg's prick had also stopped throbbing, and I felt it soften in my hand as the aftershock overwhelmed me and my consciousness began to fade. A bit later Greg said:
"Nice, really nice. We really unloaded there. I think we'll have to rinse all this come off our dicks." We got up, and I rolled up the wet towel before we headed for the shower. Our foreskins were still locked back, and as the hot water cascaded over our helmets we released our yellow streams, flushing out our plumbing thoroughly. We carefully rinsed the goo from our groins, dried off, and went to sleep.
In the morning, we started off, and I followed Greg east along I-70, driving through some of the most spectacular country on this continent, until we reached Denver in the late afternoon. Greg lived in a two-bedroom house in the Cherry Hills section, and we parked in his driveway. Inside, Greg led me to the kitchen, where he pulled a couple of longneck Buds from the refrigerator and then ordered a pizza delivered.
"Tell me about your friend who's restoring his foreskin, and how this would work for me," he said.
"Well, he stretches his shaft-skin out beyond the head of his prick and holds it in place with a ring of surgical tape. This puts tension on the skin and it's gradually getting longer. He figures it'll be another year or two until he's got enough to keep the glans covered all the time."
'That seems simple enough," Greg said. "I've already gt a foreskin, so getting it stretched out to be like yours shouldn't take too long. I really like the look of that nipple at the end of your dick. It's cute." At this moment the doorbell rang. It was the pizza.
We started to eat and soon it was all gone. His living room phone rang and he went to answer it. After a very brief conversation returned. Greg suggested we undress as he took another couple of bottles from the refrigerator. Then he went to get a roll of surgical tape from the bathroom.
"Show me how that goes on," he told me. I ripped off a 1 1/2" length of tape and pulled his foreskin out to extend beyond his glans, and wrapped the tape around it in a ring.
"There," I said. "It looks like a nipple already. I didn't wrap it tightly because you have to pee through it. You'll have to sit down, though, or you'll splatter all over yourself and the floor."
"So if I leave it like this, it'll stretch out to form a nipple like yours" I nodded and said:
"It sure will. Look at it now. The tape's half an inch wide, and there's a little bit of skin sticking out at the forward end. You've already got a nipple like mine."
"What if I get hard during the night? Will it rip the skin?" he asked.
"The only way to know is to try it," I said as I grasped his prick and began to squeeze the glans through the enveloping skin. "This will get you hard now. Let me know if you feel any pain." We watched his prick engorge with blood until he had a full erection, with the skin tightly stretched and the taped part protruding beyond the bulging glans.
"It doesn't hurt," he said. "It feels a little tight, but no pain."
"That's good," I assured him. "My friend told me that it's critically important that there be no pain. If it hurts, it means you're stretching the skin too much and might be causing small tears. The tears will heal, but they'll form scar tissue, which you don't want because scar tissue doesn't stretch like uninjured skin." Greg got up to extract two more beers and sat down again. His erection had mostly subsided, and mine had hardly gotten started.
"I guess we're depleted from our activities of the last few days," I said.
"You're right," he replied. "We should just get to sleep. Anyway, tomorrow's Sunday, and I don't have to be back to work until Monday. You can stay here a few days, unless you have to get back to work yourself. That phone call was from Eric, a friend, and he's coming over tomorrow morning. I'd like you to meet him. He works at the same place I do, and he's 26. He's got a really handsome dick with a beautiful helmet, and he worships foreskin."
"Is he cut?" I asked. Greg nodded, and added:
"He is, but he wasn't butchered like so many guys were. He's got a neat brown cut line behind the head and he's got all of his gee-string, a nice thick one like yours."
"You and he got it on a few times, right?" I asked.
"More than a few. He knows how to handle cocks like ours, and he's not rough like so many other cut guys are. When he jacks me off it's heavenly. He loves doing oral on my dick, and he slips his tongue under the skin to work it around instead of just pushing it back like some guys do. We've often stroked each other while watching porn DVDs and he's got a magic touch. Of course, he also says that about me."
"Ever do the buddy sleeve with him?
"We've done that a few times. Of course, he takes longer to come than I do, so I put the sleeve on him and stroke him with it until he's really worked up before I slip my dick into it. We've also done Princeton. He loves that. He's got a bubble butt like you, and I go in behind him and stroke his dick after lubricating it with Astro.
"That sounds really good," I said. "What time's he coming over?"
"He's coming at eight for breakfast. He likes the typical American breakfast like we do, ham, eggs, hash browns and toast. Then we can get into it after we eat. We'll have all day."
"That takes care of this weekend, but you ought to come down to Albuquerque one of these weekends. It's not even a full day's drive and if you come on a Friday after work you can be there by midnight. That gives us all day Saturday, and you can take your time driving back on Sunday so you don't miss work."
"That's a good idea. Of course, we can alternate visits. You can come up here for a weekend too."
"When you come down to Albuquerque, you can meet my friend Jim. He's the one I told you about who uses tape to stretch out his shaft skin to form a new foreskin. He's about halfway done by now, and he wants to stretch it until he gets a nipple like mine. Like your friend Eric, he hates having been cut. He's really into foreskins, and he's always been very gentle with my prick.
"What do you guys do together?" Greg asked.
Some of it's like what you and Eric do. We watch porn together and stroke each other. I used to use lotion on him, but now that he's grown some skin I can pump his skin up and down and that gets him off. I think some of his frenulum was cut off when he was circumcised at birth, but since he's been keeping the head covered he's gotten back a lot of sensitivity. His tip's smooth and glossy, like ours. Oh, yeah, he's got a big helmet too."
"Sounds good," Greg acknowledged.
"We also do oral, and now that he's gotten a lot of sensitivity back he really enjoys that. We haven't docked or used a buddy sleeve, but we've gone tip to tip and rubbing the undersides of our pricks together. He loves that."
"Sounds like a hot guy."
"I know you'll enjoy meeting him," I concluded.
Continued in Part 5