Hot Shower- Part 2 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Randy's hot hard glans lay in my palm as I admired it, big and purple and glossy-wet. We'd jacked each other the previous evening, and the next morning docked before going to work. As my foreskin was longer than his, I accepted his big fireman's helmet inside my hood, and felt his hard tip throbbing against mine. Randy's tip may have been more sensitive than mine, or maybe the excitement of feeling his tip covered by another guy's foreskin got to him, because he shot first, with his hot torrents splashing against the front dome of my glans and swirling around inside my hood. His hot sperm washing around and behind the rim of my cock-head triggered my orgasm, and our cries of agonized joy filled the room. Then we broke apart, showered together, and drove to work. After five, we decided to go to his apartment again, and once inside we headed for the bedroom and stripped. Barry was my age, 30, shorter than my 6'2", and of stocky build. His blond hair and blue eyes contrasted with my brown/brown. We'd learned we were both divorced, and Bi. Although we intended to begin dating women again, for the moment we sought relief in each other. We felt comfortable with each other's pricks, and enjoyed caressing them until we tumbled into hot orgasms. This time, we didn't take showers because the day had been cool, and we began playing at once. "Let me do you first," I urged, and Randy sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, while I admired his crotch. His balls were average sized, like mine, but enclosed in a long loose pouch, classic low-hangers, unlike my tight scrotum. His penis was about the same size as mine, less than four inches soft, but both cocks had big bulges at their ends, under the smooth skin coverings. When we'd been born, in 1938, about 50 percent of boys lost their foreskins at birth, but we'd been among the lucky half and our precious heads remained protected and sensitive. Randy's foreskin was a bit shorter than mine, which formed a long nipple at the end of my cock. His covered the head completely, ending in a thick rosebud. When our cocks swelled to their full six inches, mine still covered the glans, forming a thick fleshy pucker at the end. Randy's skin stretched with erection, but the tight pucker at the end of his hood kept the skin cover over the head. Both foreskins slid back to reveal our big purple fireman's helmets. We both had big tips that bulged through the covering skin, giving our cocks a heavy-ended look. This was why our cocks swung as we moved, like hooded cobras seeking their prey. The outline of his glans, especially the prominent and well defined ridge, was clearly visible through its fleshy wrapper. "I like the way your big tip shows through the skin," I said. "Looks real sexy, even when soft." "I'm glad I'm not cut. That skin keeps the head sensitive, and the skin's fun to play with," he said. "Me too," I said. "I know how much fun you can have with foreskin, and now I'm going to show you how, as if you didn't know." Sitting between Randy's legs, I cupped his balls with my left hand, fingers pressing lightly into the tender flesh behind them. The fingers of my right hand closed over the end of his cock, gently squeezing the big head through the thick skin. I wanted to bring him from fully soft to full erection, to feel his cock's insistent swelling as it filled with blood. I felt his cock-root throb in response with each squeeze, and saw his cock engorging. "Let's go slow this time," he urged. It was wonderful before, but this time I'd like to make it last." I kept squeezing his engorging glans, feeling it harden through the skin. "Me too," I replied. "I know a long build-up gives me a more intense orgasm. Probably does the same for you." I felt my cock swelling between my legs. "It does, and I want to feel your fingers playing with it a long time before I blast off." "Okay, but don't touch my cock. It's rock hard just from playing with you. I'm getting all hot and bothered just playing with yours, and if you touch mine I might come before I'm ready." Now my cock was fully hard, the skin stretched slightly to keep the glans covered, with a thick pucker at the end. "I won't touch it, then. I don't want to cheat you of your fun. Besides, I want to make you come afterward, and watch it all the way through." "I know. Your eyes close when you come, just like mine, and you'll miss the fun if I come right when you do." Randy's cock was now fully hard, and I saw the beautiful outline of his flaring rim distending the skin. I placed two fingers on either side of the head and began slowly stripping the skin back, watching the pucker begin to spread and reveal his slit. A drop of clear lube had parted the lips of his slit, which now gaped wide open. I placed a fingertip into the pool of fluid contained by the edge of his foreskin and worked it around, tickling the nerve endings. "AAHHHHHHHHH," that feels gooood," he gasped as the sensations penetrated to the core of his being. I felt his prick jump in my hand, and his balls began to tighten against his body. I clamped my fist around the base of his shaft to constrict the veins and make the head swell more. Now I grasped his foreskin again, pulling back to make the orifice expand and release the precious charm within. The big round bullet end appeared as I moved the sleeve of skin back. As I continued to stretch his foreskin back over the big purple head I watched the orifice stretch and become thinner as it rode back over the taper of his fireman's helmet, revealing the purple flesh beneath. Handling his beautiful prick was exciting me profoundly, and I felt the familiar tickle in my cock root that told me a drop of lube had begun crawling up my urethra. Normally, I don't secrete much, but playing with his prick had me very excited. I looked up for a moment to see that Randy's face was becoming flushed from excitement as I exerted tension on the skin of his prick. Now I eased the hood back another increment to reveal the twin lobes under his glans, where the two well-defined halves of his ridge swept down and forward to meet in a neat weld line. Nestled in the triangular groove was the pink flesh of his gee-string, dense with nerve endings and sensitive to the slightest touch. "Wow! That feels good," he exclaimed as I stretched his foreskin back, as I was about to give him a different sensation. Holding his foreskin partly retracted with thumb and third finger, I ran my index finger across his gee-string, provoking a shudder and a load moan as the electric sensations coursed through his prick. I strummed his gee-string again, feeling his cock throb between my fingers. Now I pulled harder on his foreskin, making it ride over the high flaring ridge, stretching it to the utmost, extending the tightly stretched nerve endings inside the skin, until he moaned loudly. One final tug bared his glans completely, the skin snapping down to lock into the deep groove behind his flaring ridge. Now his shapely tip was revealed in its purple beauty, its sexy compound curves fullynrevealed. Both our foreskins were snug, but his was tighter than mine, and his hood formed a tight fleshy ring behind the rim. Like mine, it acted like a tourniquet to make the head swell even more as I watched its color darken. I held his hard cock in my palm, admiring the beauty of the purple head, with its compound curves and a ridge that flared proudly at the top and swept forward and down to meet underneath. I found the sight fascinating, because I was entranced by its beauty. The round front dome and broad upper surface glistened wetly, and a drop of clear fluid filled the gaping aperture in front. I lifted his prick to study the underside, where the two halves of the corona met in a neat weld line, a deep triangular groove between them. His gee-string was anchored deep in the vee-groove, connecting the head and the drawn-back foreskin, which swept back like curtains around the rim of the head. The tender pink flesh was wrinkled, filling the groove behind the head, the tension drawing his gee-string tight. I knew that Randy's prick was very sensitive at that spot, and I planned to give him an extra sensation by strumming it from time to time. "Now for something different, Randy," I said as I lowered my head and inhaled the rich masculine aroma of an uncircumcised cock. He hadn't showered since that morning, and had built up a heavy, musky odor that was more intense than that of a freshly washed penis. My tongue slipped out to tickle his slit, at the same time tasting the delicious salty flavor of his lubricating fluid. I heard him sigh deeply as my tongue tip caressed the nerve endings around his slit, working in small circles. I closed my fist around his shaft behind the head and forced the thick fleshy collar up over the glans, enveloping my tongue. I probed the cavity inside his foreskin, working my tongue in ever expanding circles, tickling his gee-string underneath because I knew he was extra sensitive there, then working back up, until I reached the flaring ridge. Now I probed the deep groove behind the rim, working my tongue down until it bottomed in his warm flesh. His breathing was deepening, and I knew his arousal was mounting. Mine was too, as my prick seeped clear fluid into my foreskin, lubricating it thoroughly. I let go of Randy's prick and got to my feet, leaning over to kiss him lightly on his full lips. My cock was standing out proudly in front of me, dipping as I bent over him. "Can't get ahead of ourselves," I said. "We want this to last, so you have a really hot orgasm." I wanted him to slide down the slope a bit before I resumed pushing him toward the edge. "Oh, Jack, you make my prick feel so good," he said. I kissed his ripe lips again and returned to my kneeling position. "I want you to really shoot this time," I said, although his ejaculations had been forceful before. "By the time I'm finished with you, you won't know where you are. I'll drain you dry," I threatened. "Oh, go ahead and drain me, drain me! I want you to drain my prick!" I knew he eagerly awaited the profound disorientation that an intense orgasm brings, numbing the mind and distorting the time sense. I stabilized his prick again, holding it by the skin-covered head, slipping my tongue into his foreskin to resume the slow teasing that would eventually make him blast off uncontrollably. As I teased his slit with my tongue-tip I squeezed the head at the ridge, feeling the responding pulses as his cock-root contacted with each squeeze. The odor of his cock and sweating balls filled my nostrils, adding to my arousal, and I made a conscious effort to relax. My tongue probed deeply into his precious hood, caressing the delicate surfaces and making him moan loudly. Now I probed more deeply, my thick tongue stretching his foreskin as if he were docking it. I knew the stretchy feeling in his foreskin would excite him further, and I pushed my tongue tip to the groove behind his flaring rim, tasting his lube as it seeped steadily from his gaping slit. I withdrew my tongue and grasped his prick behind the rim, pulling the hood back until I'd once more bared his glans. Running a fingertip around his flaring purple rim, I heard him gasp. "Jack, do me, do me! I really need to come awful bad! I need it!" he said. I knew he was ready to disgorge his creamy load, and that prolonging the anticipation any further would be cruel. I caressed his glans with all five fingers of my right hand as I crouched next to him and held his foreskin back tightly with my left. He lay back on the bed, legs dangling over the edge, awaiting more stimulation. I helped him get completely onto the bed and crouched next to him to continue working on him. "I'm going to make you come now," I reassured him. "This is the final, and you just relax and enjoy the ride." My fingers enclosed his glans, feeling its hot hardness, its smooth texture, as I worked on the nerve endings. "AHH! AAHH! AAHH!" he said as the in tense sensations filled his straining prick. I continued to caress his swollen bulb, flitting from orifice down to the gee-string, then up and around the rim, finally rubbing the pad of my thumb across the broad upper surface as my other fingers caressed the twin lobes under the head. "I'm keeping my fingers moving so as not to tire out the nerve endings in any one spot," I explained. "This keeps the sensations fresh and hot for you." Randy was now writhing, and I saw his eyes had closed. Running my eyes over his body, I saw that his balls were very tight against his body and that his toes had curled. "Any second now," he muttered through clenched teeth. "No, it'll take a little while longer, Randy. It feels really hot, but the final buildup will take a few more seconds. Then you'll really explode." I felt his cock throb in my fist, and the throbs hammered at my fingertips caressing his swollen tip. Now a steady stream of warm lube poured from his orifice, making my fingertips slippery as they slid sensually over his nerve endings. His cries had become louder, and anyone just hearing them might think he was being tortured instead of experiencing the most beautiful sensations a man can. My lubricated fingertips danced over the hot hard surface of his engorged cock-head, intensifying his sensations and bringing him closer to the edge. Now his stomach muscles had tightened and I saw his legs trembling as his body responded automatically to my strokes. I knew the higher centers of his mind were shutting down as his entire being focused on his throbbing prick, ready to explode in orgasm, and I massaged the surface of his glans more intensely to bring his nerve endings to their highest pitch. A powerful throb ran through his cock, and I felt it in both hands as Randy cried out more loudly, a prolonged wail brought on the start of his orgasm. My right hand cupped his glans, fingertips sliding quickly around his rim, as his first hot jet splashed against my palm. I felt the soft concussions of his throbs in my fingertips as another stream gushed from the end of his pulsing glans, spraying against my palm and fingers. Randy's legs shot out, spreading apart, as his hips thrust upward. I saw his face was contorted in the blissful agony of orgasm as I continued to stroke the center of his sensations. He shot again, and now the creamy fluid was running down his shaft to collect in his pubic hair. Another torrent erupted from his tip, and another, this time weaker. I stopped caressing the purple glans because I knew it would become super-sensitive any second, but continued to pull back hard on his skin, keeping its many nerve endings stretched tightly to maintain his excitement. Randy's jets diminished to short spurts, then dribbles, as the orgasm played itself out and he began to relax. Now there was a steady ooze from his slit as the last drops came forth, and I began milking the underside of his cock to force out the residue. Now his body was limp, and his breathing slowed as he returned to reality. Finally, I pulled his foreskin forward and let go of his prick, letting it drop against his stomach, and lay down beside him, my hard penis pressed between my stomach and his left thigh. We lay that way for a couple of minutes as he recovered and I reflected that I was lucky not to have ejaculated during the process. My prick had throbbed softly several times as I made him come, and I'd been very near losing control. I'd enjoyed being fully aware of his reactions, and feeling his hot cock throb between my fingers as he spewed his cream forcefully. I closed my eyes for a moment. "Jack? Jack?" His voice brought me back to full awareness. "Now you roll over on your back. It's your turn." He pushed me until I was flat on the bed and spread my legs, giving him full access to my crotch. My hard cock lay flat on my stomach, head fully sheathed, and he picked it up b the end of my foreskin. I saw the cream from his crotch drip onto the sheet between my legs, and thought he'd have to do laundry while we showered afterward. "You took about 45 minutes to come," I said. "I don't think I'll last that long." Randy had grasped my long foreskin with two fingers and was now stretching it out, testing how far it would go. As he was very familiar with foreskins, he didn't stretch mine far enough to cause pain, but just enough to stretch the nerve endings and heighten my arousal. Now he stabilized my prick, grasping the shaft with his other hand, and slipped his tongue inside my opening as he held my hood forward with two fingers. I felt his warm tongue probing my slit, tickling it and sending tingles down my prick. His thick tongue probed farther, stretching my foreskin laterally, until it reached my rim. Then he ran his tongue down one side of my rim to the hot spot under my glans, then up again to the top. I felt it go down my corona the other way until it probed into the triangular groove under my glans, tickling the hot spot again, then withdraw. "Now to see what's inside," he said as he grasped my foreskin with two fingers and began slipping it back slowly. "I can see your slit," he said as the pucker of my foreskin parted to reveal the front of the head. "Nice teardrop shape," he commented as he slid the hood back farther. "I love the smell of your cock." "OOOHHH, that feels nice," I said as his warm fingers peeled my hood back to uncover the twin lobes under the head. "I like the way you've got a deep valley between the two halves," he said as he studied the cleft under my glans, touching it lightly with a fingertip and making me shiver. His finger pressed against my gee-string, and my cock throbbed in response. "Your gee-string doesn't pull the head down the way mine does," he said as he pulled back harder on my foreskin to bare the glans completely and put tension on my frenulum. "I like the way your big purple rim flares," he added. Now he ran his finger around its contours, adding to my sensations. He pulled back harder on the skin to clear the groove and I felt his fingertip probe deeply into it, caressing the surface that rarely saw the light of day. "You balls are already tight," he said as he fondled them gently with his warm fingers. I spread my legs farther to make sure he had a clear field. I watched him reach to the bedside table. "I'm going to put a little baby oil on your tip," he explained as he held the small bottle over the bared end of my prick. "You don't have as much lube as I do, and it's going to evaporate. I want to make sure your tip's nice and slippery because I'm going to do the same thing to you that you did to me." Several cold drops hit my glans, and a moment later his fingertips were spreading them over the entire surface. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my glans and shaft at his touch, and I moaned as my eyes closed. I began moaning in response to the hot sensations. "I know you're gonna come fast," he said. "because you're already hot and hard. Still, you've been hard all the time you were doing me, so you've had a good ride so far. Now for the payoff." His left fist clamped tightly around the base of my shaft, pulling the skin back hard to ensure full access to my rim and groove. His fingers also constricted the veins, making sure my cock-head was fully engorged, and I felt the tingle as the blood pressure built in my glans. Now his fingers continued running over its hard smooth surface, sending messages of joy to my cock-root and brain, making me moan louder. "You've got a really beautiful tip," he said as his fingers explored the surfaces of my glans, running round the flaring rim to the underside, pressing into my hot spot, then working up the other side to the top again. Now his fingertips caressed the groove behind the rim, sending more thrills streaming into my cock, and I moaned loudly. When his thumb massaged the broad upper surface of my glans, my cries changed to "AAH! AAHH! AAHH!" because the intensity of the sensations forced the agonized sounds from my lips. I felt the pressure in my cock-root build up, and knew that I'd be releasing any second because I was primed to go. I felt a heavy pleasant ache in my glans, congested with blood, that told me I had to have release now. "Yeah, you're really into it now," I heard him say in the distance because my mind was focused on the hot sensations in my prick, shutting out most other stimuli. "I can feel how hard your tip's become now that I've got you right at the edge. I'm gonna make you shoot hard, gonna suck the cream right from your hot dick." His fingers continued their hot dance over my tip, never stopping, always hitting fresh nerve endings, and I felt myself going out of control. My legs were trembling, my stomach muscles contracted sharply, and my back arched. My tip was hot and swollen, and my cock-root throbbed. My mind went on "HOLD" as I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin deep inside me. I dissolved into orgasm and cried out helplessly as the first hot jet burned its way up my prick, like lava, and erupted from my tip. My head rocked from side to side as another jet shot through my throbbing prick. "Go for it!" I heard him urge as another torrent of hot cream erupted from my throbbing cock-head, and I cried out again at the intensity of the sensations. Now another sensation filled my cock-head and I felt a hard suction drawing the life-fluid from me. In my mind-numbed state I was barely aware of Randy's hot lips around my glans, but their effect was profound. The next jet rocketed from me as his hot mouth literally sucked it out of my body. I writhed in mindless joy and another stream erupted from my over-stimulated glans. Now my discharges were weakening, and I felt the orgasm fading as my mind regained full function. I stopped moaning, my eyes opened, and I saw Randy smiling down at me as he held my shaft in his fist. "I can feel your prick still throbbing a bit," he said. "It's not over yet." He was right, a few residual throbs filled my cock-root and penis, and I saw a few drops ooze from my teardrop shaped opening, running down the big glans and shaft onto his tenderly encircling fingers. Now he leaned forward and his lips brushed mine. "I love to kiss you when it's over," he said. "I really loved the way you kissed me after I came." He kissed me again, and my lips parted. I felt his tongue probing past my teeth, touching the end of mine, and I thought I could taste the salty flavor of my sperm in his mouth. We broke off and went into the bathroom, where we stepped into the shower. The hot water felt delicious as it streamed over our bodies. "Randy? I've got to pee," I said. "Go ahead. Let it go. I'll keep your foreskin forward right now, and pinch the end for you." His thumb and forefinger closed over my long nipple as I relaxed my crotch muscles, and we watched my hood begin to swell. At the right moment, before it became uncomfortable, Randy let go and a thick gush erupted from the long nipple. Now he stripped my hood back all the way, and we watched a neat stream pour from the lips of my slit, dropping to the floor of the shower and swirling down the drain. When I was finished, Randy milked my shaft and pulled my foreskin forward again to protect the precious head. "Your turn," I said as I grasped the end of his foreskin, and we watched his hood balloon under the pressure. When I let go, we watched the thick yellow gush shoot from the end of his foreskin, and I quickly stripped him back as he'd done to me. The lips of his slit gaped as the neat stream parted them, until the flow slowed to a dribble, and I began milking his cock to expel the last drops. "I always skin back to pee," he said as I pulled his foreskin forward again. "If I pee like this, it splatters all over the place, but when I skin back, it always comes out in a neat stream, and I can aim it into the toilet." "I do too. I did that since my father showed me how when I was a kid. That long hood always deflects the stream, and if I didn't skin back, I'd pee all over myself." "I like the way your prick looks, with the long skin covering the head. It's a lot like mine, and I can see you've got a big head under that foreskin." I appreciated his compliment, as I also thought my prick was rather handsome, and indeed, other guys had told me the same thing. "My wife didn't like my foreskin," he said. "She'd never seen a prick with the natural skin on it, and didn't know what to do with it. She thought that a cock with skin didn't have as big a head on it, and was surprised that the head on mine was bigger than the head on her former boyfriend's cut cock." "Didn't you tell her how to handle it?" I asked. "My wife found out quickly that the rolled back skin behind the head made my cock thicker, and she liked the way it felt inside her." "My wife thought my cock was too thick, and she told me it felt uncomfortable inside her," he replied. "Yeah, I met a woman like that once. She seemed to prefer a needle dick, and she especially didn't like the big head on mine. She also thought that a circumcised cock would have a big head, and couldn't understand why mine did. She said it was too big for her, and I never even got to put it in all the way. That affair didn't last long, only a few days, and I guess she went on until she found a guy with a thin dick." We were soaping each other as we talked, paying special attention to our backs and our groins, washing away the accumulations of sweat and skin oils. When I reached Randy's cock and stripped his hood back to rinse underneath, I saw it begin to swell again. "Yeah, I know," he said in reply to my unspoken question. "You really drained me just before, but here I am getting hard again." "Want me to drain you again?" "No, not right now. I'd rather wait for tomorrow, when I'll have a full load built up again." His hands moved to my prick, beginning the familiar task of kneading my balls and skinning back my hood. "I see you're starting to swell too," he remarked. "Feel like some relief right now, or do you want to wait?" "No, I'll wait. Still, it feels so good when you do that," I replied. Randy turned off the water and we dried ourselves. When we went into the bedroom, I helped him strip the sheet off the bed and he put it in the laundry basket. We spread a fresh sheet over the mattress, and lay down, bodies touching. His hand closed around my prick, and it began to engorge again. I clasped his, feeling it grow between my fingers. Within seconds, we were both hard, and I felt his fingers kneading my glans through the thick foreskin as I did the same to his hard prick. "I could go to sleep this way," he said. "Your hand feels so good on my prick, and I love feeling yours." We watched a movie on TV until we fell asleep.
The end