Meeting With Ron By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I'd met Ron in an Internet Chat Room, and we'd had a couple of very exciting cyber-jacks together, feeding each other's fantasies until we were both gratified and exhausted. Sex wasn't our only interest, and we'd exchanged information about our lives, aspirations, and other things that came to mind. Ron was very intelligent and honest, and struggling with a marriage threatened by his bisexuality. I had no problem with mine, as I'd been divorced some years before. "I really enjoy chatting with you," I wrote one day. "Thanks. I enjoy chatting with you too. We have a lot in common." "I have to tell you that you're different from some guys on this chat. Some lie about their ages, cock size, and other things. I've even met some guys who just want to get off, and as soon as they've come, they're gone. They don't give a damn about the other guy." "I've met one or two of those guys too," Ron replied. "Now if I see them on the chat, I just avoid them." "Me too. Sometimes, I don't even wait for them to send me a private message. I just hit the `Ignore' button on them." "Yeah, but I'm always glad to see you here. We really get along well." Another important point was that Ron didn't live too far from me, only about six hours on the freeway. We'd gradually gotten around to discussing the prospect of a visit, because we yearned to meet each other face to face. Our respective situations pretty well established which way it would go. Ron was living with his wife. I lived alone. He'd be able to arrange a business trip that would take him away from home at least overnight. We arranged a date for his visit, and planned that he would stay with me, not in a motel. Naturally. That Monday afternoon I was on pins and needles anticipating his arrival. He'd left that morning around six, and counting a couple of stops for gas and lunch, he should be here about two P. M. I'd spent the morning shopping for dinner, cleaning the house, laundering the bed sheets, and taking care of the many details that come up when expecting company. Then I saw a car pull into my driveway. Dressed in a sport jacket and slacks, Ron stood an inch or two shorter than my 6'2". He had a wide smile as I opened the door, and involuntarily I returned the smile. My normal expression is a frown, but Ron had that effect on me. He carried his bags in and I directed him to the bedroom. "Care for a drink? Coke? Martini?" I asked. Ron turned to look into my eyes. "I've been thinking about this moment all the way down. I was half-hard some of the way, and I seeped enough pre-come to wet my pants." I dropped my eyes and saw that he did have a dark spot in the area of his crotch. "I've been thinking about you too while waiting. Maybe you didn't notice, but my heart's beating kinda fast." I moved towards him, hesitantly, and he stretched out his arms. "I'm really glad to be here," he said as he hugged me to him. I hugged him back, and felt a strong stirring in my crotch. "We're both excited," I said. "Maybe we should skip the preliminaries and just get naked. I can't wait, really." I began to discard my clothes on the floor while Ron hung his pants and jacket in the closet.
"Wait. Let's just strip down to our shorts. I want to take your shorts off you myself." He removed his shirt and watch, and stood in his jockeys facing me. The outline of his cock, with a big helmet at the end, was clearly visible through the tight fabric. I removed my shoes and socks, and sat facing him clad only in my boxers, my half-hard cock pressing outward against the cloth. He approached the bed. "I guess I'll get to take yours off first," I said as my finger traced the outline of his cock through the cloth, feeling the wetness of the fabric. I ran my finger down his shaft, and around the ring of the glans, making him sigh. I cupped his balls with my other hand, then slid my hands behind him to squeeze his cheeks. Then I began pushing the waistband of his jockeys down at the back. I cupped his cheeks, feeling his warm bare skin against my fingers and palms. Then I moved my hands around to the front and pulled down and out on the waistband, giving clearance for his cock and balls to emerge. The prize was before my eyes as I pushed his shorts down, letting them drop to his ankles. His cock was exactly the way he'd described it to me, symmetrical, the big purple head the shape of a helmet, and a long slit parting the rounded front. I saw a drop of clear fluid spreading the lips of his orifice, and I spread it in small circles around the slit with my fingertip. Then I leaned forward to kiss his penis on the rim, then on the scar ring, inhaling his sweat deeply. "I took a shower before leaving home, but I know I sweated on the way down." I inhaled his masculine scent again. That's okay," I said. "It's clean fresh sweat, not stale, and it's really nice." "I can't wait to smell your dick," he said. "I've been thinking about that all day too." "I took a shower a couple of hours ago. I haven't worked up much of a sweat waiting for you. Anyway, I'm all yours. Do what you want." Now Ron sat on the bed and I stood before him as he reached into the gap in my boxers to clasp my half-hard penis. His warm fingers closed around it, sending an electric tingle down the shaft as he withdrew it from my shorts to examine it. "Man, your foreskin's just what I expected!" he said. "It's so long, and you have a lot of overhang." His fingers pinched the end of my foreskin nipple, stretching it out, then twisting it gently to make the head slide around inside its sleeve. "Ohhh, I really like that," I whispered, enjoying his touch for the first time as my penis swelled in response. I'd imagined this scene many times during our cyber fantasies, and had thought about it repeatedly that morning while awaiting his arrival. I felt him push my now rock-hard prick back through the slit in the shorts, to lie flat against my stomach as he pulled my shorts down and let them drop to the floor. Now we were both totally naked, enjoying the sight of each other's bodies, and I sat next to Ron, letting my right hand drop into his lap. I felt the warmth of his prick as I squeezed the head, as I'd often described to him during our cyber encounters, to make the root of his cock throb in reflex. Ron's fingers continued to squeeze and tease my foreskin, feeling the contours of my glans, which had swollen to fill the end of the fleshy sleeve. "I like what you're doing to me," he said in a husky voice. "Now let's see if you like this." He held my erection steady with his left hand, and I felt the index finger of his right insinuate itself into the opening of my foreskin, where it probed for my slit. As the tip of his finger touched my sensitive glans, I felt an electric thrill through my cock, and then he began tracing small circles around my slit. I gasped at the sharp sensation, and my cock-root contracted hard. "It's nice to be here like this, comparing equipment," I said as I cupped his balls. "You weren't kidding when you said you have low hangers." I kneaded them gently as I continued to squeeze the head of his dick, aware that a man's balls are very tender and need delicate handling. "Yeah, yours are tight, just like you said," he commented as his left hand slipped lower on my shaft and his fingers cupped under my scrotum. His finger continued to probe my foreskin, working slowly down towards the flaring rim. The sensation of his finger stretching my foreskin was delicious, and I felt the nerve endings tingle as the relentless finger pressure expanded them. The rough pad of his fingertip rubbed against the tender surface of the head. "It's so intimate..." I said as I snuggled up closer to him. Our thighs were touching, and the pleasant warmth of his skin against mine added to my excitement. Now I felt him shift position, and he pushed me down onto the bed. Removing his finger from my foreskin, he leaned over my prick as he eased his groin close to my face. "I want to smell and taste you," he said. "I know how you described how your prick smells, and I want to experience it first-hand." I felt his tongue probing the orifice of my foreskin, searching for my slit. Ron sighed deeply, inhaling the odor of my foreskin and glans, as I grasped his prick and touched my tongue to his long wet slit. A steady ooze of tears flowed from his cock-eye, and I tasted his fluid for the first time. It tasted salty like my own, thick and viscous, slippery on my tongue. I wanted more, and I eased forward until my lips locked behind his flaring rim, encasing the entire glans in my mouth. Running my tongue around his rim, I finally pressed it into the underside of the head, where his hot spot awaited stimulation, feeling him jerk at the intense sensation. "I know you felt that," I said after removing my mouth. I clamped my fist tightly around the base of his shaft, compressing the veins and making the big purple helmet swell even more. He responded by pushing my foreskin back with his lips, until it gathered in a thick fleshy collar behind my flaring rim. "I just love the odor of your cock," he said. "It's so rich and masculine, just what I expected an uncut cock to be like. I never smelled one before, but your description was so hot." Now he grasped my shaft with his fist, pulling the thick fleshy covering down towards its base. With the skin drawn fully back, the head stood out proudly. "Like what you see?" I asked as his tight fist stretched the skin of my prick sharply down. "I really enjoy comparing cocks," he said as he shifted around so that our hot hard pricks were inches from each other. The wet purple heads stared at each other with their Cyclop's eyes. "You've got a nice head on yours," I said, murmuring against his cheek. "They're a lot alike," he replied. "The only difference is that your hole's shaped like a teardrop." His fist squeezed my shaft as he spoke. "Yours is a long slit, longer than mine. Your tip's round in front, like mine, and the rim really flares. There's a really sharp drop to the shaft." Yeah, that's because I don't have all that foreskin to fill the groove behind it," Ron replied as he pulled back harder on my skin. "Now that I've got your skin all the way back, they look a lot alike. The ridge really stands out above the neck of your prick. But your rim has those little buds all around the edge. Are those nerve endings?"
"Yes they are," I said. "My rim's very sensitive." Ron leaned over and his tongue ran around my rim, sending erotic messages into my glans and shaft. My prick twitched in response, and Ron lifted his head and said: "You really felt that, didn't you?" I nodded, then leaned towards his erect staff and lapped at his rim, working my way down to hit the hot spot under the head. His long slit distended to allow a large drop of clear fluid to dribble down onto my tongue, and I noticed his balls were drawing up against his body. "Your balls are getting tight," I remarked. "You're really getting into it now." "Oh, yeah, I'm getting into it, with you, just as I'd been thinking during the drive down." I cupped his balls again, gently kneading them and pressing my fingertips into the tender flesh behind them where I could feel every throb of his cock-root. Now I ran my tongue around the delicate flesh behind the head, lapping at the sensitive scar ring, and felt him respond with a heavy throb. "We're not going to be able to hold off much longer. I'm getting really worked up, and so are you." "Maybe we'd better hold off for awhile," he said. "I don't want to shoot my load too fast." "You can shoot it any time you want," I said. "I just want you to have a really hot orgasm. Doesn't matter who comes first. If you do, you can make me come after you're finished." "Okay, maybe we ought to dock now, like we'd talked about on the chat. I really want to feel that long foreskin of yours over my head." He shifted around again, and we lay face to face, throbbing purple tips almost touching. "Let me do it," I said. "You just hold your prick steady, right against mine." I felt the hotness of his glans press against mine, and our superheated pricks throbbed simultaneously. The feel of his hot hard glans pulsing against mine made my cock-root contract, sending a large drop of lubricant crawling up my urethra. I grasped my foreskin in my fist and pushed it forward to cover my head completely, then grasped both sides of the thick pucker to spread the opening. Slowly I eased the edge forward, sliding it over his hard smooth glans, until my foreskin covered it to the rim. Ron shuddered at the erotic contact. "Man, you're skin's really stretched now," he said. "Sure it's comfortable having my big head inside?" 'Yeah, it's really nice. I think I can stretch it just a bit more," I said, exerting traction to stretch it over Ron's high flaring rim and engulf his glans right down to the deep groove behind it. Ron shuddered at the rush of sensation, and I felt his glans press harder against mine, thrusting past it to ride over the top and stretch my hood sideways. "OOOOHHHH..." he said as his body tightened. I looked at his face, noting that his eyes seemed glazed, and knew that his orgasm would be beginning in seconds. "Want me to stop?" I asked. "You're right on the edge." He didn't answer, but his cock thrust harder into my foreskin, hot tip throbbing against mine. He threw his head back as his hips bucked, and I knew he was on his way. His cock throbbed hard against mine, and I clasped our joined cocks in both fists to make sure they remained together as his first hot jet erupted into my hood, swirling around my cock-head. I heard him cry out as the orgasm overwhelmed him, and now his body was on automatic, prick pumping into my foreskin, disgorging jet after jet of hot fluid that filled my fleshy sleeve and began oozing out the front end to coat his shaft and my fingers with thick cream. I wasn't as close to the peak as he, so I was able to hold off as he shot load after load into my thick hood. The thick cream was running freely out of the stretched end of my foreskin, wetting the sheet as it gathered in a thick pool under our cocks. He continued to gasp and groan as his orgasm played itself out. I was enjoying this vicariously, as I knew the sensations he was feeling, and I was supremely happy that I was able to make him feel this good. His prick pumped its last load, then began shrinking as the residue oozed from his urethra. As he lost his erection I let his prick slip out of my foreskin as it contracted, and I saw the seepage from his slit. His eyes were still closed as he lay back on the bed. A minute later, he opened his eyes and roused himself from his stupor, looking at me thoughtfully. "Man, that was hot! I haven't come like that in a long time. I didn't know where I was, just floating in space, shooting inside your skin." His cock was totally limp, and smaller than when I'd first seen it. Mine, though, was large and stiff. He looked at it. "Looks like you've got six inches, just like you said. With the skin, it's a bit longer." "I measured mine from pubic bone to the end of the head, without the foreskin. If I stretch out the skin, I've got more than seven, but saying that would give the wrong impression." Ron began stroking my prick gently, wrapping his fingers lightly around the end of my foreskin and sliding up and down over the head, just far enough to reveal the front part of the glans. The feeling was delicious, since he was using a light stroke, not pounding it. "I really like the way you touch me," I said as I lay back to let him have unobstructed access to my prick and balls. "Lots of cut guys don't realize how sensitive it is." "I know. You told me. Now I'm going to follow what you told me in one fantasy and give you a really hot come." Ron kept sliding my foreskin, pulling it back slightly farther with every stroke, and we watched my swollen, semen covered glans gradually emerge. "That feels soooo gooood..." I whispered. The sensations, although localized in my prick, spread into my groin, then up my spine, filling my body. I relaxed, happy to be in his hands, confident that he'd bring me to the peak and give me a hot, howling, screaming, intense orgasm. "Now I'm going to give you the fingertip treatment," he said as he stripped my swollen glans naked and began caressing the wet, lubricated head with his fingertips. I gasped at the sudden sharpness of the sensations. The rough pads of his fingertips scraped the tender flesh of my naked glans, the sensations softened only slightly by the thick coating of semen and pre-come that coated its surface. "OOHH," I cried out, overwhelmed by the intense sensations of his fingertips caressing the sensitive nerve endings. I felt his fist tighten around my shaft as his fingertips continued traveling around my glans, exploring its compound curves, making the nerve endings quiver where they touched. "Your balls are even tighter against your body now," he pointed out. "You're really getting excited." There was no need to tell me, as my world shrank to focus on my cock. My awareness of things around me faded as the sensations in my throbbing prick mounted. Each touch, each gentle scrape, made my prick twitch as the muscles in my cock-root contracted reflexively. "AHH, AHHHH, AAHHHHH!" I was gasping now, my conscious mind beginning to dull as the intense sensations filled my shrunken world. I was supine, arms and legs spread, totally helpless in his hands as he continued to stroke my hot hard glans. It felt as if I would explode any second, but orgasm was always just beyond the next stroke. "I can feel the surface getting hard," he said. "The color's getting darker too. You're right on the edge." I felt Ron slow his touches, to keep me poised on the brink for a few more precious seconds, prolonging the anticipation to produce a more intense orgasm when the flood finally came. "HAHHH! HAHHH! HAHHH!" I was gasping helplessly as Ron's magic fingers brought me slowly to the edge, and my eyes shut, closing off the outside world as something popped inside me and I felt lifted off the bed on a wave of sensation. A sudden sharp throb in my cock-root sent the first torrent of hot cream rushing up my tube, burning as it went, and erupting from my swollen glans. I yelped and cried, totally in his power, as he drew the orgasm from my tortured prick. His fingers ran around my rim, stimulating my cock-root again, and it tightened to send another jet up my urethra. "Man, you're really into it," I heard him say in the distance as another hot gush erupted from my prick. I writhed on the bed, my prick throbbing, shooting uncontrollably as I tumbled through the mind-numbing throes of orgasm. I don't know how many more times I ejaculated before the sensations began to fade. My tip was becoming super-sensitive, and I wanted him to stop but he didn't. Instead, his rough fingertips continued punishing my throbbing glans, making me cry out again and again as the sensations became unbearable and tears came to my eyes. Finally he stopped, and I relaxed, totally exhausted and drained. I felt a few residual drops crawling up my penis and seeping out the end of my now shrinking glans. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Ron was smiling down at me. "Ohhh, you really made me come," I whispered in my daze. "I wish I'd brought my camcorder. It was quite a sight. You were really shooting there." "Wish you had too. I'd have liked to see it, but my eyes were closed." My erection was subsiding, and Ron let my cock flop back onto my stomach into the pool of cream mingled with the hairs. A feeling of profound languor crept over me, and the last thing I remember was Ron snuggling up to me as I fell asleep.
The end