Jacking With Condoms By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I met Matt helping him to find a house, then to move in, because a mutual friend where Matt had lived had introduced us. Matt had just been transferred, and I let him stay with me while he was house-hunting. This took a week, and another week to move him into the well-kept house he'd bought from people who had taken very good care of it. We didn't have to spend much time fixing it up; we just painted, put up shelves, and arranged his furniture after working at our jobs during the day. Finally, the work was almost finished, and Matt grinned at me and asked; "Let's take a break. How 'bout a beer?" When I nodded, he got two bottles from the kitchen, and we chugged them down almost without stopping. He got us two more, and we drank them a bit more slowly, big grins on our faces because of our enjoyment of the sensual experience of drinking cold beer. The alcohol quickly ran through our systems, and when Matt said; "Gotta pee," I followed him into the bedroom, where we stripped down and then went into the bathroom. Neither of us liked to pee into the toilet standing, as we'd both noticed that this created a splash, which is not too cool if you're the one who has to keep the bathroom clean. We'd either sit, or if we were in a hurry, pee into the sink, which we flushed with water even while our yellow streams were dropping down the drain. Matt was already directing his stream down the hole when I unzipped and joined him. Our thighs touched lightly, which I found arousing. His thick shaft arced down, topped by a large pink mushroom glans, and the lips of his pee-slit pouted to allow the thick stream to flow. I'd long known that the glans penis is as individual as the face, and that there are many different shapes, such as helmet, plum, arrow-head, and acorn. Matt had a classic mushroom shape, with thick blunt nose that widened quickly to a high corona without a hint of flare. The rim dropped into the deep valley formed by the tight shaft-skin, and half an inch behind it was the thick brown ring of his circumcision scar. I took a good look, and saw that the back side of Matt's rim was studded by many tiny buds, the nerve endings that made the corona so sensitive. He was also looking hard at my equipment, and I always enjoyed other men's admiring glances. He watched avidly as I skinned my long hood back half-way to uncover the pee-hole, and relaxed my sphincter to let the flow begin. "Feels nice, huh, skinning it back?" he asked. I nodded, and he went on: "I wish I had a hood like that. I really like your prick." I enjoyed the compliment, and when he asked if he could touch it, I nodded assent. He squeezed my shaft to milk the last drops from my tube, then blotted the tip with a piece of toilet paper. As he slowly slid my foreskin forward again, I felt the pleasant and familiar itch in my corona, the one I always got when I was horny. I reached over and pinched his glans quickly, knowing that this would make his cock-root throb. He turned and led me back into the bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. There was now no doubt how we'd spend our break. We were naked on the bed, hands wrapped around each other's hardening shafts. I kept squeezing Matt's tip, letting go quickly and pinching again. I saw that Matt's hard-on was about as thick as mine, which means thicker than average, but was about an inch longer than my six inches. Now I placed my thumb on top, compressing his ridge, while my index finger pressed into the hot spot under the glans. Matt was enjoying this, and so was I. For me, one of the nicest sensations in life is a man's hand wrapped around my cock, as was Matt's at that moment, steadying the shaft while the warm fingers of his other hand expertly flicked my foreskin back and forth over my hot hard glans. "Nice and sensitive, isn't it?" he asked. "I like what you're doing," I replied. Another experience I enjoy greatly is bringing a man's cock to climax by hand, using different methods depending on the cock and his preferences. If he's got a foreskin, I enjoy stroking up and over his ridge, then watching it run downhill over the tapered glans. If he's cut, I caress his naked glans using lots of lubricant, running my fingers over the contours and hitting the hot spots until his prick is throbbing in orgasm. I enjoy feeling the shaft harden as his excitement mounts, and watching his scrotum pull back against his body. The glans loses its spongy feel and hardens under my fingers, turning darker purple as orgasm approaches. Most of all, I get a vicarious thrill from feeling his cock throbbing in my fist when he comes, and my cock is never less than half-hard by the time we get to this stage. I scooted around on the bed and planted a kiss on the broad upper surface of his purple mushroom. I knew Matt liked this, because I felt his tongue slide under my foreskin, probing towards the groove at the rear. His tongue caressed my swollen ridge for a minute, then he said; "I like the taste of a real man-cock, so I took a chance." He turned around to face me. "Let's use condoms, okay?" Matt proposed. "A rubber on my dick lets me stroke it like I had a foreskin, and it keeps the gizm from shooting all over the bed. "Sounds good," I replied. He turned and took a couple of Trojan Large condoms from the bedside table, and unwrapped one. He squirted some lubricant jelly from a tube into it and began unrolling it over his swollen glans and shaft, leaving a lot of slack at the end. Trojan Large condoms are made for cocks thicker than average, as well as having extra length, and this suited us fine. Matt unwrapped the other one and said; "Let me put it on you?" I nodded eagerly, and Matt began stripping my hood all the way back off the bulky Darth Vader helmet that graced the end of my dick. My glans was wet from the steady drip of pre-coital fluid, glossy and slippery. "You lube a lot," he remarked, and didn't lubricate the rubber before slipping it on me. He left a lot of slack in front for movement. We gently began stroking each other's pricks with the rubbers, sliding the thin membranes over the sensitive heads. I twisted my hand around his glans, giving him rotating friction that I knew felt very good around the ridge. Matt worked my prick straight up and down, lightly, not trying for maximum stimulation because he knew my uncircumcised cock-head was more sensitive than his. "We can try to come together if I get on top of you and rub my prick against your prick and stomach," he said. "Okay, climb aboard," I invited, as I turned on my back and placed my palms on either side of my prick to hold his in place on top of it. Matt's prick settled into the space between my hands and he began thrusting forward and back, the underside of his thick cock rubbing against the underside of mine. The feeling against the bottom of my glans was powerfully stimulating as the length of his prick, from base to thick, bulbous head, rubbed against it. It took only a minute for Matt's breathing to deepen, and for him to begin grunting with every thrust. "I'm really close," he murmured in my ear, as his thrusts took on a frenzy that told me he was near the brink. I was still relaxed, making a conscious effort to hold back, and was a bit surprised that Matt was so far ahead of me. "Your cock really turns me on," he said, "and I get really hot rubbing against it." Matt's body stiffened, straining against mine, as he cried out; "Ohhhhh, I'm comin'" and I felt the pulses of his prick against the underside of mine as he released a torrent of cream into the rubber. I quickly removed my hands to let his cock rub directly against my stomach. Suddenly, I felt a hard slap against my flank as Matt's hand came down hard. The shock made my crotch muscles contract as I heard him say; "Come! Go ahead and come with me!" He slapped me again, and I felt the sudden sharp contraction in my cock-root that told me I was hurtling headlong over the brink into orgasm. Usually, I get a seepage of lube and gizm before I begin shooting, because I try to relax and let the orgasm come to me. Instead of a slow, gradual start, this time it began with a heavy stream of hot cream that burned its way up my tube as I cried out, joining Matt in the ecstasy of orgasm. Our bodies struggled against each other, and our pricks throbbed in release, as we came and came, and came again. We were captivated by the mindless free-fall of orgasm, wrapped up in our sensations, totally focused on the sharp throbbing tickles in our pricks and prick roots. The hot gizm washing over our swollen tips added to our sensations, and we groaned with delight as more thick hot juice swirled around our throbbing glanses. Our streams relented, then stopped altogether. We relaxed, and Matt rolled off me. After a couple of minutes of silence, during which we recovered from the sledgehammer effect of orgasm, Matt slipped the rubber off my softening prick and wiped the excess juice off with a hand towel. He then removed his, and lay down next to me again. His hand closed around my penis as he whispered; "I really like your cock." I clasped his and replied; "I really like yours too, because it's you." We lay still for several minutes, and then returned to work.
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