Indoor Hot Tub
MM
By Jack Santoro
Years ago, I'd met Ted through a friend, and we hit it off immediately. I was 27, and Ted was ten years older. Ted was somewhat shorter than my 6'2", about 5'9", and had a stocky build. His blue eyes and blond hair contrasted with my brown hair and eyes. That evening, he'd invited me to his house after work. Ted led me to a room at the back of his house, where the floor was almost entirely filled by a hot tub.
"With the tub inside, we can enjoy it although it's winter outside," he said. "Want to try it?"
"I feel like a hot soak right now," I replied. "I'm stiff and sore from sitting at a desk all day."
"It's just us guys here, so I don't bother with a bathing suit," Ted said as he began removing his clothes. "That bother you?"
"Not at all," I said. I actually preferred nudity because I was curious about what Ted looked like under his clothes, and I was sure he yearned to see me nude as well. I began stripping, and soon we were facing each other in our birthday suits. Inevitably, our eyes darted to each other's groins, and I was happy to see that Ted's prick was a lot like mine, heavy-ended with the outline of a big head clearly visible under a thick foreskin. We stepped into the tub, Ted turned on the pump, and we were unable to see under the water because of the bubbles. We sat next to each other and submerged ourselves up to our necks. Ted broke the ice:
"I'm glad you're uncut like me," he said with a grin. "So many guys today are cut, especially the younger ones." I knew what he meant. In my age bracket, about half the boys had been cut at birth, and some later, during childhood and adolescence.
"The doctor wanted to cut me but my parents wouldn't let him. Whenever I had a physical and he saw my long foreskin, he said it should be shortened."
"Yeah, I noticed you have a long foreskin," Ted commented. "It's longer than mine, and just as thick. Mine just covers the head when I'm soft, but you've got a lot of overhang." I felt his thigh brush against mine.
"Mine covers the head even when I'm hard," I said. I felt Ted's hand on my thigh now, sliding towards my crotch, and I decided to say what I'd been thinking:
"You can feel it for yourself." Ted's hand now covered my groin, and I felt his fingers squeeze the head of my cock through its hood, making my cock-root throb. I slid my hand into his lap and grasped his prick, which was already half-hard, and I began sliding his foreskin back and forth.
"Feels like you're ready to go," he commented as my prick swelled between his fingers. "Mine's already getting hard." Now my prick was full-hard, and I felt Ted's fingers exploring the end, feeling how the foreskin lay draped over my swollen glans.
"You're right," he said. "You've got a lot of foreskin. You're hard as a rock and the head's still covered. Does it slide back?"
"Try it," I said with a smile. His fingers tightened on my foreskin and began exerting backward pressure, forcing my hood back over the contours of the head. I felt the thick hood ride over my flaring rim and snap down into the deep groove behind. Now Ted's fingers played lightly over my bare glans, making me gasp in delight.
"That's really getting to you, isn't it?" he said with a grin. Ted's prick was rigid too, and his foreskin had slid back to cover only his rim. I caressed the front dome of his glans with a fingertip, and heard him moan in response.
"We're both hot and horny," I said. "Our pricks need relief." Ted dropped my prick and began getting out of the tub as I released my hold on his cock. I followed him out, where we dried ourselves. Our six-inch cocks were pointing straight out, with purple tips gleaming in the subdued light, ready and eager for stimulation. Ted led me to his bedroom, where we stretched out on his queen sized bed, facing each other.
"I want to make your big purple tip shoot," he said as he grasped my prick below the head and began pumping my foreskin. My fingers closed around his shaft and I worked his hood up and down the head. Ted's foreskin was long enough to come halfway up his glans, now that he was erect.
"That feel good for you?" I asked. "Your skin doesn't come up as far as mine." I was pulling back enough to bare his rim and groove, then moving it up as far as it would go to give him long sensual strokes.
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "Just keep working on that rim! I'll shoot soon." My fist pumped his prick, while my other hand cupped his balls.
"Maybe you should come first," I suggested, continuing my strokes along his warm flesh, watching and feeling the foreskin snap over his engorged rim.
"Yeah, do me, do me, and I'll do you after," he muttered through clenched teeth. As his fist continued to stroke my prick, I watched Ted's tip become darker purple, and knew he was close.
"Okay, you're almost there," I said as I snapped his foreskin quickly over the high flaring rim several times. His slit was leaking lots of lube that helped his thick foreskin glide over the engorged tissues.
"HAH-HAH-HAH!" Ted cried out as I felt his hot prick pulse in my fingers as a thick stream poured from the distended slit. I saw his eyes were closed, and his head snapped back as he tumbled into orgasm, his body jerking rhythmically. Jet after jet of white cream gushed from his throbbing prick as I worked his hood against the head. When I felt his throbs weaken, I stopped stroking because I knew his tip was becoming super-sensitive and further stroking would be uncomfortable for him.
"Man, you really blew a load," I said as his body stilled and his eyes opened. I felt his hand squeeze my prick hard.
"I was in seventh heaven, thanks to you, buddy. Now it's your turn." He pushed me flat on the bed and straddled my thighs, cupping my balls with his left hand while his right worked my foreskin in long strokes.
"That feels soooo goood^Å." I muttered as I felt my sensitive tissues responding to his strokes.
"I think with that long skin, you can really enjoy the long strokes," he said. "I'm gonna skin you all the way back, then pull the skin all the way up to cover the head." I felt my foreskin being pulled back, riding over my ridge and snapping down into the groove, then stretching along my shaft as Ted's strong fingers pulled on it. Then his fist slid forward, forcing the thick fleshy collar over the flaring rim, compressing the nerve endings.
"Yeah, that makes my rim tingle," I whispered as the sensations built up and my eyes closed.
"And your tip's turning darker," he said as his fingers worked their magic on my hard prick. I felt my glans ache for release, filled with a hot tingle that had spread from the rim all over the head.
"Any second," I whispered. I felt the sensations building up, and then a hot spark filled my glans and shot down my shaft, triggering my cock-root. The first jet shot into my urethra and burned its way up like hot lava, and I heard myself crying out in agonized joy. Another jet hurtled up my throbbing prick and slammed the lips of my slit open as it erupted from my glans. I was moaning loudly, totally helpless, as the mind-numbing orgasm wracked my tortured body. My cock-root convulsed several more times until I was drained, and I slowly returned to full consciousness and opened my eyes.
"Your cock really shot a load," he said. "The cream went up three feet." Ted had released my super-sensitive prick, which now lay flat on my stomach, oozing its thick residue.
"Thanks, Ted," I said weakly.
"My pleasure, buddy. When I saw your uncut prick, I wanted to stroke it and see how you'd cream. I wanted to try out that long foreskin, stretch it all the way forward and back."
"I found your prick attractive too," I replied. "It's a lot like mine." Ted now eased my foreskin forward to cover the head, as a drop of his residue leaked from the end of his foreskin onto my balls.
"Well, we'll have to take a shower, then we can go out to dinner," he said. We did just that.
The end