Hot Shower By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Randy had been working for me for several months, and we had always gotten along well. Since he'd joined my department, I'd had him over for drinks and dinner several times, and we'd learned a lot about each other. Randy was 30, the same age as I, divorced as I was, and had a warm personality. He was a bit shorter than my 6'2", stocky, blue-eyes and blond, in contrast to my brown-haired, brown-eyed look. This afternoon was hot and steamy, and as we left the office he suggested I come with him to his place, only a few blocks away, and stay overnight, to save me the long commute in the morning. Once inside his apartment, he told me he intended to take a shower, as he felt absolutely grimy. "My shower's big enough for two," he said. "Might as well join me, instead of waiting." In his bedroom, we undressed, staring furtively at each other's crotches. "Not many guys like us these days," he said, eyeing my crotch. I knew immediately what he meant, as our cock-heads were covered by long thick foreskins. "Yeah," I replied. "We were both lucky not getting cut." "Yeah, I really enjoy my foreskin," I said. "It's terrific for jacking off." "I think we're both horny," he said. "I'm already half hard. Maybe I'll get to watch you jack that foreskin." I saw that Randy's prick had begun to swell, the head making a big bulge in the smooth skin covering. Randy's fingers extended to trace the outline of my glans through the thick hood, and I felt a tingle in the rim, as his finger passed over it. "You've got a big head like mine," he said. We both had big-headed, heavy-ended pricks that swung from side to side when we moved. "Maybe I'll get to watch you too," I said. In the shower, Randy immediately skinned back, letting the hot water sluice over his exposed purple helmet. I did the same, feeling the delicious heat of the stream bathing my tip, which was remarkably like his. The hot water made me want to pee. "Mind if I pee while we're in here?" I asked. "Nah, go ahead. I've gotta go too," he answered as he pulled his foreskin fully forward and pinched the end shut. I did the same. "When I get the urge to pee in the shower, I always pinch my foreskin shut and watch it balloon out," I said. "I do the same," he said as his foreskin began to bulge under the pressure of his stream. A moment later, I let go and we watched avidly as our hoods ballooned, until his skin stretched so much that it became uncomfortable and he let go. We watched the thick yellow gush pour from the end of his foreskin, falling to the drain below. Now I had to let go as well, and our streams fell to the floor of the shower as they mixed and swirled down the drain. We milked the last drops from our pricks, the heads beginning to swell as we skinned back and forth several times to get rid of the residual drops. We skinned back completely to reveal our cockheads, comparing them avidly and noting that we both had high flaring coronas. Our big purple helmets were smooth and shiny, glistening wetly in the soft light, and the lips of our slits pouted. Mine formed a teardrop shaped orifice, while Randy's gaped invitingly. "Guess we're both really horny," he commented as our cocks swelled to full hardness. He moved closer to me, pressing his swollen tip against my swollen tip, and the sensation was like a mild electric shock as his warm flesh touched mine. I felt his hardness throbbing against the most sensitive part of my prick, and this aroused me even more. "That really feels good, when your tip touches mine. We both need relief," I said. I steadied my prick against his and rolled my foreskin forward to engulf his shining glans, hearing him sigh with satisfaction as my long foreskin slid sensually along the contours of his beautiful cockhead. "Just my opinion," he said, "but I think the head's the most beautiful part of a man's prick. Seeing yours swollen like mine really turns me on, and feeling your skin over mine is really heaven. I'm glad your foreskin's long enough to cover my tip." I felt our tips slide enticingly against each other as our orifices seeped lubricant. "I want to see yours again," I said as I pulled away from him, watching his big purple fireman's helmet slip from under my tightly stretched hood. The warm water sprayed over us, dripping from the ends of our swollen cocks. I ran my wet fingertips lightly over the compound curves of his glans, noting his reaction. Randy sighed deeply, and reached for my cock. His fingers gently slid my foreskin back from the swollen tip, baring it to his gaze and touch. "I like the way yours feels, smooth and big," he said. His fingertips traced the outline of my swollen ridge, running down the sides to the hot spot under the head. His thumb pressed against the top of my ridge, while his index finger probed the deep triangular groove under the head. My cock-root throbbed in response. "Mine's very sensitive, like yours," I sighed as the sensations ran through my straining prick. "You know just how to touch me, and it feels better than when I touch myself." "You really know how to do me," he said as my fingers caressed the bulbous purple end of his cock. I felt his other hand cup my balls, fingertips pressing into the tender flesh behind them. "Yours are real low-hangers," I said as I cupped his balls, kneading them gently and pressing my fingertips behind them. "You sac is tight, but your balls are about the size of mine," he replied. "Maybe now's the time to dry off and finish this inside." I nodded and he shut off the water. We dried ourselves, but Randy took his towel and began drying my prick, rolling the foreskin all the way back to dab at the head, then rolling it forward fully to dry the outer skin. I did the same for his, being careful not to rub the tender glans too hard with the rough towel. We lay side by side on the bed, gently squeezing each other's swollen tips through the skin and feeling the answering throbs. Randy's balls drew up against his body, until his scrotum was as tight as mine. "I'm really horny, and you're the same way. Want to jack off, or shall we do each other?" he asked. "I really want to do you, and feel you do me," I answered with husky passion in my voice. "I really get off when I feel a guy's cock throb when I make him come, and I want to feel yours. Anyway, it feels a lot better when you do me than when I do myself." "It feels better for me too. Let's do it, then." Randy had brought a towel from the bathroom and he now spread it between us. "Don't want to mess the bed." His fingers began to slide my thick hood back from the head until my flaring purple ridge was totally naked, then slid the hood forward again. I bared his cock-tip, then eased his foreskin forward again to cover the precious head. The muscles in his legs tightened, and his body quivered. His fingers tightened on my prick as he moved my willing foreskin back and forth, and I felt my body's urgent response as my cock-root tightened. "Damn, I feel so hot," I said. "I'm gonna shoot any moment." His fingers made my prick tingle as they caressed it, and I felt the tension building up in my cock-root. "Don't hold back," he said. "I want to see your prick spurt." His fingers continued their maddening caress along my shaft, dragging the foreskin back, then pushing it forward over my hard, bulging glans. My cock-root throbbed in response. "Any second now," I warned. The tension was almost unbearable, and my glans engorged even more, aching for release. I felt my balls tighten hard against my body, and my eyes closed as the moment approached. "Yeah, you're really into it now," he said as his fingers massaged my rock-hard prick. "Just relax and let it happen. I'll be here for you and I'll make you come hard." A warning throb filled my cock-root and I felt a drop of lubricating frluid begin to crawl up my tube. Now Randy's warm fingers drew my foreskin back all the way, baring my hot throbbing glans to the cool air, and suddenly a hot jolt hit my cock-root and I was on my way. The first gush was like a jet of hot lava burning its way up my urethra, and I cried out helplessly as I tumbled into the mind-numbing throes of orgasm. I felt the urgent tickle as the hot jet rounded the curve in my urethra at the end of my cock and shot into the air. My body shuddered uncontrollably as another thick jet filled my prick to emerge from my swollen, throbbing tip, and I felt Randy's finger pull my foreskin all the way forward to envelop the head as the stream erupted. Now his fingers pinched the end of my thick hood shut, and the trapped fluid swirled around my glans. "Your skin's ballooning out, just like it did when you peed," he said in the distance as I cried out again, overwhelmed by the hot sensations. Randy pulled my foreskin back again to bare my glans as another jet shot from my tip, but this time he didn't pull the hood forward again, instead stretching it tightly back to put tension on its nerve endings. The sudden stretching sensation made my cock-root throb again, and yet another hot jet shot through my throbbing pick. "Go for it, man," he shouted at me as my prick throbbed helplessly in his hand. I felt his fist tighten on my cock, pushing the loose skin forward again, and my prick responded with another gush, weaker this time. Hi s strokes slowed, and I think he understood that my prick was becoming super-sensitive. My cock-root contracted again, expelling the last full gush. Weaker throbs took over, and Randy's fingers encircled my prick without moving as the last drops oozed from my swollen tip. "I think that's it," he said as he let my prick flop down, and I opened my eyes to watch the milky drops drool from the end of my foreskin onto the towel between us. I realized that I'd let go of his prick when my orgasm had overtaken me, and now I grasped it again. "I almost came myself, watching you shoot like that." Randy now lay back on the bed, giving me full access as he spread his legs, and I cupped his balls again while my right hand clasped his straining prick. I didn't bother to wipe the end of my prick, as I knew we'd be taking another shower right away. I skinned his prick all the way back, revealing the throbbing dark purple glans and studying its color. He was light pink around the gaping slit, and the color changed to darker purple towards the rear of the head. The back face of his ridge was very dark, almost black, and I knew his cockhead was fully engorged, the way mine gets when I'm about to come. The head became darker with excitement, exactly the way mine does, and I was fully aware of what he was feeling because I'd experienced the same overwhelming sensation a minute before. "I can see you're really hot," I said as my fingers felt the hardness of his swollen glans through the thick foreskin. Clear drops oozed from his gaping slit, lubricating his foreskin as I slid it up again, administering sensations that fueled his excitement. "I'm going to do you a little differently," I said as I peeled his thick hood back off the engorged purple helmet. "I like to pull it all the way back to stretch the nerve endings when I get close, then lightly bump the rim with the skin." I saw that Randy's prick had a thick gee-string under the head, and as I pulled back hard on the skin the tension pulled his glans down, making it dip towards his balls. "AAHHHHH, shit, that feels so gooood," he said through clenched teeth as I pulled back hard on his skin, watching the liberated glans swell even more, free of the tightness of his hood and the pressure of my fingers. Now a steady clear stream poured from the slit, the hot fluid running down the hardness of his glans and onto my clasping, encircling fingers. I felt the hot prick throb between my fingers as I slid the tight fleshy collar up to bump the dark engorged rim. His hips bucked, and I saw his legs begin to tremble. "Now you relax, and let me do the work," I encouraged him as my fingers pulle d his skin back hard to make the big head dip again towards his tight scrotum. Randy's eyes closed, and I knew he was withdrawing into himself as his mind totally focused on the hot sensations in his prick. I pressed a fingertip into the underside of his prick to milk his lubricant forward as I pushed the skin up to bump his ridge again, watching the clear juice running from the end and down the sexy contours of his dark purple helmet. "Close, close," he muttered as I skinned him back hard again, making the big helmet dip with the tension of his gee-string. His face was contorted and as I moved closer to him I felt the tension in his body as I built him up toward the edge. Now I pulled the long foreakin all the way to the end of the swollen helmet, engulfing it totally, then stripped it back with a yank to make it dip down again. His prick puled with a sudden hard throb, and Randy bellowed as the full force of the orgasm hit him. The first jet shot straight into the air, and I felt his body straining against mine as he tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm. Randy's helpless cries of anguished bliss filled the room as the orgasm overwhelmed him, and his body shuddered as the second jet erupted, arcing toward his chest. I felt the hard throbs in his prick as my fingers squeezed it tightly, pushing the skin forward to bump his rim again. I pulled back hard to make another jet shoot from his tortured tip, then pushed forward, crushing the nerve endings in his rim as I pulled the skin forward halfway up his glans. Randy cried out again, and his prick pulsed with the force of another hot jet that blasted into the air. As I yanked his foreskin back again, stretching its many delicate nerve endings, he moaned loudly as he shot again. This jet was weaker, and I knew I had to let up on my stroking because his tip was now becoming super-sensitive, the way mine had when I'd neared the end. I kept the skin back, lightly bumping his rim to provoke another gush, then pulled back to give his foreskin a good stretch. His naked glans throbbed again, sending another gush pouring from the gaping lips of his slit. I pulled back hard again, clearing the skin from the flaring purple ridge, and watched his tip ooze another thick creamy load, this time with mush less force. I jiggled his foreskin without touching his super-sensitive head, and made him gush again. Now Randy was relaxing, coming down off the orgastic high, and I heard his breathing slow. I still held on to his shaft, barely moving the thick fleshy collar, just enough to provide light sensations that stimulated his oozing. Now I pressed a finger of my other hand up the bottom of his hard shaft, milking his urethra to bring the residue up, watching it dribble out of his glans. Randy's prick was beginning to soften as his eyes opened. He looked at me obviously dazed by the intense sensations that had wracked his body, and he smiled at me. I leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the lips, stifling his words as he tried to say "Thank you." I let go of his prick, letting it drop onto his stomach, as I caressed his chest, spreading the cream over him. Randy turned towards me and hugged me hard, his arms locking behind my back. I hugged him back, feeling his heartbeat against my chest. "Time for another shower," he said weakly. We disengaged and went into the bathroom. He turned on the water and we stepped in, our now soft cocks dangling in front of us. The hot water felt delicious as it sluiced over our bodies, and we watched the streams dripping from our pricks. Both our cocks were still bare headed, fully skinned back, and the water rinsed the cream and lube from the big purple heads. Randy reached over to grasp my shaft, pulling the skin back tightly to let the water rinse the deep groove behind my glans, and I did the same for him. He pulled the thick hood forward over my bulging glans, and stretched it out to form the nipple that normally extended in front. "You're got a beautiful foreskin," he said as he did this. I pulled his foreskin over his tip, watching it form a thick pucker as it enveloped the delicate head completely. "Mine doesn't retract when I get hard," he continued. "Yours doesn't either, and it's long enough to dock my big head too. That really turned me on when you did that." "Both our tips bulge, even soft," I said. "If you were wearing tight clothing to show your shape, Anyone would think you were circumcised, the way the big head bulges." "You too," he replied. "I really like the way both tips bulge." "It turned me on to see yours when we skinned back," I said. "It's really beautiful." I picked up the sponge and poured liquid soap onto it, to wash his chest where the sperm had congealed. "Go ahead, wash me, but don't put that sponge on my tip," he said. "It's still too sensitive." "Mine too. I think both our tips are clean, anyway. We rinsed them off good just now." I felt a familiar urge deep inside. "Hey, Randy, I've got to pee again." Randy's fingers pinched the end of my hood, clamping it tightly enough to prevent the stream from emerging. I let go, and we both watched my hood swell under the pressure. Randy knew exactly when it was becoming uncomfortable, and he let go at that moment. We watched my stream dropping to the drain, swrling around it before flowing down into the pipe. "Now you do me," he said. "I've gotta pee too." I gasped the end of his hood, pinching it shut the way he had mine, and I saw it begin to swell. I felt the skin stretching between my fingers as it filled with his fluid, and at the right moment, I released it. We watched his yellow stream go down the drain. "Now we've got to rinse the heads off again," he said as his stream stopped. Randy's fingers grasped my limp prick, stabilizing it, while the fingers of his other head dexterously peeled back my foreskin. "I really enjoy looking at your tip," he said, turning my prick over to study the underside of my glans. "The deep groove where the two sides of your rim meet is just like mine." I dropped the sponge and skinned him back, baring the precious head and turning it over. "Yeh, but yours has a thick tight gee-string," I replied. "Every time I skinned you back hard, I saw the gee-string make your head dip." "Yeah, mine is tight. It feels real good when you pull it back hard that way." "I enjoyed doing that to you. It was really sexy the way the head dipped while the juice shot from it." "I really like the way your skin's extra long. It covers your head when hard and even stretches enough to cover mine. Maybe we can dock tomorrow morning, before we go to work." And we did!
The End