Mutual Discovery Part 3 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Mark and I had experimented heavily, discovering each other's sexuality and preferences, and found that we'd been very compatible, sharing several intense orgasms. We'd masturbated each other, watching intently as we'd stroked each other to climax, hearing each other's helpless cries, and feeling the pulses of our pricks as they discharged. We were both thirty, divorced, and had been experimenting with man to man sex for a couple of years. Our personalities were very compatible, and we'd enjoyed each other's company very much, in non-sexual situations as well as hot sexual sessions. As we were both fortunately uncut, we'd docked, slipping the long foreskin of my six-incher over the shapely red head of his seven-inch cock, bringing us to hot, thrilling orgasms. We'd felt each other's cream swirling around our engorged cock-heads, enhancing the hot thrill of orgasm for us both as our fluids mixed and leaked out the edges of my tightly stretched foreskin. Now we were once more in my bedroom, scrutinizing each other's naked forms, our pricks already beginning to swell just from contemplating the view. Mark's prick protruded from his blond bush, arcing over his low hanging ball sac, the head already peeping out of its fleshy sleeve as he sat on the bed. A drop of clear fluid already parted the lips of his slit. I stood in front of him, displaying my long-foreskinned prick, with its hood forming a long, thick, and fleshy nipple beyond the still-covered head. "I really like the curve of your butt," he said. "It looks so hot and sexy." "Yeah, I've been called `bubble-butt' by some guys. Yours isn't bad, either." As I spoke, Mark had reached out to me, and I felt his large hands clasping my cheeks as he pulled me to him until my half-hard prick was touching his lips. "I love the way your prick smells," he said. The pheromones really excite me." He inhaled deeply as his lips brushed the long nipple. "Yours smells sexy too," I replied as Mark insinuated his tongue into the fleshy sleeve, tickling my slit. My prick jerked at the contact, filling out further as hot blood rushed into it. The big fireman's helmet showed clearly through the thick hood, and Mark's fingers traced its outline through the skin. I reached down to wrap my fingers around his shaft, gently sliding the loose skin up and down. Now that he was fully erect, Mark's foreskin had slid back to reveal the red helmet shaped head, and I lightly bumped the flaring rim with the thick fleshy sleeve that had gathered in folds behind the head. I heard him sigh in contentment as I stroked his skin up and down his pole, pushing it back hard along his shaft to stretch the nerve endings, then bringing it up to bump his ridge again. Mark's thick tongue probed deeper into my foreskin, stretching it out as it caressed my swollen corona, making the studded nerve endings tingle. I moaned as I felt his warm tongue explore the hidden places inside my hood, and my cock-head throbbed in response. "I love to tongue your foreskin," he said as he released my now hard prick, which stood up at an angle that pointed it right between his eyes. Mark's left hand cupped my tight scrotum, gently kneading the eggs inside. I sat down beside him and gathered his loose sac into my hand, pressing my fingertips into the tender flesh behind it. "I'd really like to slip my prick between your cheeks," he said. "I know I'd get off pumping my prick while I stroked you." I knew what he meant, having noticed during our previous encounters that Mark enjoyed thrusting as I stimulated his hot hard penis. "We can try Princeton," I suggested, "as I'd mentioned last time. That would let you pump your hips." "Yeah, pumping my hips always makes it hotter for me. I always cream a lot when I thrust. What would do it for you, though?" "I always enjoy the feel of your fingers around my prick when you work my foreskin back and forth. You've seen what that does to me." Mark's hand pulled my hood back to reveal the big purple helmet, then slid it forward again to engulf it totally, and I saw the foreskin form a thick pucker beyond the end of my glans. You've got so much foreskin," he said. "I'm always fascinated by the way it reaches all the way to the tip and still covers the head no matter how hard you are. Mine slides back, and I can get it only half way up the head when I stroke. The head of your cock's must be about two inches long, and the skin covers it all." "Mine's always been long and thick," I said. "Especially as a kid, my father said I had more foreskin than penis. I always liked it that way because I had nice long strokes while jacking. Yours is nice too," I added, very happy that his penis had a collar of skin around the end instead of a thick brown scar ring. "I know I'll enjoy stroking your skin and watching you come. I can feel your cock throb through the skin, and I know how much I'm turning you on." "You can do that while we do Princeton," I said as I got up and spread a large bath towel over the bed as Mark moved to give me room. I picked up a condom and a tube of K-Y from the bedside table. "Go ahead, put it on me," he said, laying flat on his back to offer me his prick. I tore open the envelope and squirted some jelly inside the condom, then grasped his shaft to bring it straight up. "Okay, I'll slip it on you. Your foreskin's already retracted, and that'll make it easy to roll right down your prick. It's more comfortable doing Princeton with a condom, so it avoids hair burns when you really get into it." I placed the condom roll on top of his glans and began unrolling it. My fingers worked it down over the sexy contours, caressing the nerve endings in his hot swollen tip. "The condom'll catch my cream, too. I know how messy it can be when you get semen in your pubic hairs. It's so sticky it's hard to wash off." "Yeah, I'd have a hard time getting all your juice out of my hairs, especially since I've seen how much you shoot." I rolled the condom down his shaft right to the base, leaving enough slack to give him freedom of movement. Now I lay on my left side facing away from him and lifted my right leg. "Good thing we'll be on our left sides. I'm right handed, and it'll be easy to put my arm over you to reach your prick," he said as he slipped behind me and guided his prick between my thighs. I felt the end touch my tight scrotal sac and dropped my leg to capture it. Mark began thrusting, slowly at first, feeling every sensation as his prick slid back and forth inside the latex sleeve. His arm snaked over my body and I felt his warm fingers enclose my prick, sliding my long foreskin back and forth to caress the head. "I'm fascinated by your foreskin. It's so long, and I can feel every contour of the head when I slide it," he said as he nuzzled my neck. His fingers wrapped deliciously around my foreskin, sliding it back to reveal the big swollen purple helmet, glistening in the soft light. Then he gently slipped it forward to cover the head again, stretching the hood to form a thick pucker beyond the end of the glans. "How did you manage to stay uncut?" he added. "I was born in Southern France," I replied. "They don't do that shit over there. How about you?" "My father was uncut, and told the doctor he wanted me to leave the hospital with everything I'd been born with. He was a big guy, and the doc was just a little shrimp, and that's how he got the point across." Mark's words trailed off as I felt him pick up his tempo, his prick sliding between my thighs. I squeezed my thigh muscles together, clamping down on his hardness and provoking a loud moan as the sensations hit him. His hips bucked harder and he thrust faster, slamming his stomach against my buttocks as his cock tip reached for my balls. "That feels so gooooood^Å." I moaned as his fingers twisted my foreskin over the bulging head. He'd stopped stroking back and forth, and now was just twisting my foreskin, his fingers palpating my swollen rim as he worked the foreskin sideways over the head. Mark was thrusting faster now, and his breathing became heavy as his excitement mounted. I felt his hardness thrusting between my clenched thigh muscles, his shaft and head sliding along my perineum, the big head pushing against my tight sac with each forward stroke. His fingers tightened on my cock, sending waves of sensation into the swollen head and shaft. "I think you're close," I muttered through clenched teeth. His thrusting was becoming frenzied, impelled by his rising excitement. "Yeah, I am. You're ready too, I think." His fingers tightened on my cock, skinning it back completely as I felt his hot hard prick lunge towards my sac, then withdraw. An intense tickling feeling began in my glans as he worked the foreskin in long strokes up over its rim, right to the end, then peeled it back utterly. "Go for it, Mark!" I said as I clenched my thigh muscles to give him more sensations. "Can we come together?" he asked, whispering. "That would be nice." "Yeah, we can," I replied. "Just go for it, and stroke me hard. When feel it start, I'll use my fingers to make you come." Mark stroked my long hood to massage my glans, producing a hot tingle that spread from the rim to deep inside the head. I knew I was very close. "Okay, buddy. I'll make you cream right now. Your tip's so hard that I know you're right there. I can feel it through the skin," he gasped. His fingers continued to work my foreskin in long, twisting strokes, and the hot tingle in the head spread down my shaft to the root. It felt as if something broke inside, because suddenly the heavy pounding of orgasm began in my cock-root, and I felt the first hot burning jet shoot up my urethra. I pressed the fingers of my left hand between my thighs, feeling for the underside of his glans as my eyes closed. I didn't see my first jet erupt onto the towel, as my fingertips probed for the hot spot under the head of Mark's prick. I felt the big head slide forward in a frenzied thrust and my fingertips found the hot spot between the twin lobes of his corona where they met underneath, triggering Mark's climax as I pressed hard against his gee-string. I heard him roar as he slammed his hips against my body, and his prick pulsed hard under my fingers. My fingertips felt the curves of the underside of his glans through the thin latex. Now we were both into it, helplessly tumbling into the free-fall of orgasm. Mark's prick thrust and pulsed between my thighs as his fingers worked on my cock, drawing the foreskin back and massaging the wet slippery head directly, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my throbbing, tortured glans as I cried out helplessly. I pressed my fingertips hard into the seat of his sensation as his prick thrust hard between my thighs, feeling the hard throbs that signaled his response. More hot jets burned their way up my tube, spurting out onto the towel. With each jet, I felt the lips of my slit forced open as the hot stream pushed past them, and I cried out in agonized ecstasy. Now Mark's fingers closed around the throbbing end of my glans, exciting the nerve endings around my slit, and I yelped again as another torrent of cream gushed from my prick. His fingertips caressed the front dome of my cock-head, spreading the creamy substance that spurted from my slit all over the surface. Now he worked his fingertips back to massage my corona, while another hot jet spread the lips of my slit to gush into his palm. He worked the sticky, slippery fluid around the rim of my tip, exciting the nerve endings and making the head throb harder in response. We were over the peak, and now the hot sensations began to fade, turning into milder throbs as our cock-roots pumped out the last drops. Mark was still, very still, pressing against me as his body began to relax. He'd stopped massaging my glans, but the lips of my slit continued to drool whit e cream. Finally, it was over. I lifted my thigh to let Mark withdraw his still hard prick, and turned onto my back. Mark pulled the condom off his softening prick and dropped it onto the towel as his cock began to soften and the foreskin crept forward over the glans. Then he pulled his hood forward to cover the head completely. With a corner of the towel, he wiped the residue from my prick and urged the foreskin forward to encase the purple helmet. I got up, rolled the towel up, and tossed it through the bathroom doorway. When I turned back to the bed, I found that Mark had swiveled his body to a "69" position, and I lay down beside him. He reached for my prick. "I'm going to lick it clean, really clean," he said as he insinuated his tongue into the long foreskin nipple, tickling my slit. His tongue pushed farther to lap my corona. I licked the outside of his prick, savoring the flavor of his semen residue, then skinned him back to uncover the shrunken red glans, and ran my tongue over its contours. I felt Mark's hot tongue dig deeply into the groove behind my corona, pushing its way past the thick foreskin collar, as I cleaned his groove. Finally, we pulled each other's hoods forward and relaxed. We lay side by side, holding hands, silently enjoying the afterglow that crept over our bodies, relaxing us and making us somnolent. The delicious languor hit us like a sledgehammer, and within seconds we were asleep.
The end