Peeing and Stroking
By Jack Santoro
Dan and I had fallen asleep after our sex session the previous day, because orgasm had been so exhausting. Today we awoke at daybreak, both our cocks swollen from full bladders. We were also somewhat sweaty, as it was the middle of summer, and we decided that a shower would be appropriate. Eagerly, we showered together, enjoying the hot water spraying over our bodies.
We still had to pee, although our cocks had softened somewhat, and I told Dan; "You go first, and I'll hold your foreskin." I pinched the end of his long nippled foreskin and watched as it began to distend with the flow of urine. As I'd done this many times with my own foreskin, I was able to judge when it began to get uncomfortable for him, and let go at the right moment, releasing a thick yellow gush that splashed against my legs. Dan threw his head back as his bladder continued to empty, until he was drained.
"Now it's your turn," he said as his thumb and forefinger closed over the end of my foreskin nipple, pinching it tightly. I consciously relaxed and felt the flow begin, filling my hood. The sensation of hot piss swirling around my glans was very pleasant, and we both watched my foreskin balloon out with the pressure. Dan was also able to judge the right moment to release his grip, just before my foreskin stretched to uncomfortable proportions, and my suddenly released fluid shot all over his legs, running down into the drain. The hot water rinsed it all away, and Dan grasped my half-hard shaft with his other hand as his fingers pushed the thick hood off my glans.
My foreskin snapped down into the deep groove behind my high flaring ridge, acting as a tourniquet and making the head swell to full size. I steadied his prick and retracted his hood, forcing it over his thick ridge until it locked in the groove behind the head, completely covering the neck of his penis. Dan's foreskin was tighter than mine, and I saw his glans engorge to full size within seconds as the tight fleshy collar restricted the return flow of blood. Dan's cock-head was pinkish purple and glossy, from the lips of his slit to the swollen flaring ridge.
"Your corona has a lot of those sensitive little bumps on it," he commented. "Those are the nerve endings, right?"
"Right," I replied. "They're really sensitive, and when you rub your finger along my ridge, it's heavenly."
"I noticed that's the most sensitive part of your cock, the ridge," he said. "I can always make you moan when I touch you there." His finger traced the outline of my corona, from the top down to the triangular groove under the head where the two sides meet. He was right. I moaned in delight.
"I know your hot spot is right under the head," I said as I pressed a fingertip between the twin lobes of his corona where they meet under the head. He shuddered, and a dreamy look came over his face.
"Yeah, that's it, buddy. You'll always get a rise out of me pressing my frenulum." I jiggled my fingertip from side to side, strumming his gee-string and feeling his cock-head throb between my fingers.
"We'd better wash up," he said. "Otherwise we'll both shoot right here in the shower."
We slowly and lovingly soaped each other, turning to get our backs washed, and then we washed our fronts. I ran my hands over his hairy chest, twirling a fingertip around each nipple, then running my hands down over his stomach. His prick was hard now, and I wrapped my soapy fingers around his shaft, twisting slowly to stimulate the nerve endings. Slowly I worked my fingers up to his dark purple glans, lightly caressing its distended glossy surface with my fingertips, as I knew it was very sensitive. Dan's fingers closed around my engorged shaft, and he gently pumped his hand up and down, bumping the high ridge on the upstroke and pulling my skin back hard on the return.
We were both very aroused as the water rinsed the soap from our bodies, and I paid special attention to his prick, pulling his shaft skin back hard to make sure no soapy residue got trapped between his foreskin collar and ridge. The last of the bubbles floated down the drain, and I turned off the water. We used the same towel, Dan drying me first, and then I dried him. I made sure not to scrape the tender surface of his exposed glans with the rough towel, and he was equally careful when he dried me.
"I like the way the lips of your slit pout when you're hard," he said. My meatus had pouted into a teardrop shape when my glans engorged fully. "I've seen that on a couple of guys, but most just have slits," he continued.
"That's what you have, Dan," I said. "The lips seem to gape a little when you get hard." Dan's long slit seemed to be gaping at me, and when I pinched his glans between two fingers, a drop of clear fluid filled the gap. I felt a gentle tickling sensation deep inside my cock-root, and I knew that a drop of slippery lubricant was crawling up my tube, soon to appear.
We went back into the bedroom, and Dan tugged at my foreskin, pulling it forward to cover the entire head and form a pucker at the end. Dan's long tight foreskin also covered his shapely glans with full erection, and I eased it over the flaring ridge and pulled it downhill to engulf his glans right to the end, covering his nakedness. Now I squeezed his hard tip through the tight skin to make his cock root throb.
"Man, that feels wonderful," he said. "You know just what to do to me." His fingers closed around the end of my dick, twisting the foreskin over the engorged glans. The twisting sensation sent an electric thrill through my prick, as the nerve endings in my foreskin stretched as it glided sideways over the hot hard tip.
"You're really pumping me up too," I replied. "Your fingers are magic, what they do to my cock." I moaned lightly as Dan's fingers twisted my foreskin the other way, making my cock-root throb. Dan sighed as I gently squeezed his swollen glans again, this time pulling back lightly on the foreskin. I knew that the swollen head, pushing through his tight hood, would stretch its nerve endings to produce a delicious sensation. The purple end of his glans appeared and Dan shuddered as a light moan escaped his lips. I pulled his hood forward to engulf the head once more, because I knew he liked to keep the foreskin forward most of the time.
"We're lucky we still have our skins," he said. "The skin keeps the head moist and sensitive, and the foreskin has nerve endings in it too. That's why I really enjoy it when you play with the skin. You know just how to handle mine, when you pull it, twist it, and stretch it out." We shifted to a "69" position, and I saw his hardness in front of my eyes. Grasping his turgid flesh lightly with two fingers behind the bulge of his corona, I steadied it and licked around the edge of his pucker.
I pulled lightly forward on his foreskin as my tongue snaked into the pucker, probing for his slit. I was always very careful with Dan's prick and foreskin, because he'd told me how some previous partners had skinned him back roughly to suck on his glans. These partners had been circumcised, and truly did not know how to handle a foreskin, one important reason why both Dan and I preferred a partner who still had his foreskin.
I felt Dan's fingers clasp my rigid shaft, and then the tip of his tongue pushed into my pucker, tickling my teardrop shaped slit. This made my glans tingle, and I sighed deeply.
"That's doin' it for you, isn't it?" he asked, removing his head for a moment.
"Oh, yeah," I answered. "You're really turning me on." My tongue returned to probing his foreskin, and I tasted the salty flavor of his lube as I tickled his slit.
"Yours tastes salty," he said. "I know mine does too." I continued to probe the cavity of his foreskin, running my tongue under the head to hit the hot spot, then reaching farther to taste the ridge. I knew that my thick tongue was stretching his foreskin and its many nerve endings, and felt his tongue push deeply into mine as well. Now Dan slowly began pushing my hood back with lips and tongue, and I felt it stretch, riding over my flaring ridge to snap down into the deep groove behind it, where it formed a thick fleshy collar covering the neck of my cock.
"Now retract me," he urged in a whisper, and I slowly pushed back on his hood, watching it thin out as it distended over the bulk of his smooth purple glans. Now it was at its widest, stretched tightly over the large flaring ridge, and I pushed it farther to make it snap into his deep groove and lock behind the ridge. Dan pulled back hard on my shaft skin, dragging my foreskin back to expose the back face of my ridge and the neck of my cock. I pulled on his collar until the ridge was free and the skin of the neck of his cock came into view. These parts of our bodies rarely saw the light of day, and we studied them avidly.
With our hot hard tips totally bared, Dan was the first to comment:
"Your ridge has such a sexy flare," he said, his fingertip tracing its outline. Comparing cock-heads, I saw what he meant. Dan's corona was thick and swollen, but didn't have quite the delicate recurve that defined mine.
"Still, yours is very sensitive too," I replied as I fingered his thick ridge. Now I released his skin, letting it fill the neck of his cock again.
"What shall we try today?" he asked. My fingertip moved from his corona to the tight collar that filled the neck of his hot hard cock. His inverted foreskin, gathered in a tight ring, was as purple as the big swollen tip, and my fingertip exploration proved it was just as sensitive, especially when I pressed the underside where the gee-string connected it to the glans.
"Let's try Princeton," I suggested. Dan knew what it was, so I didn't have to explain that this meant intracrural thrusting.
"What position you want?" he asked gently. I knew that Dan loved to thrust, so I replied: "You go between my thighs. You can do me with your hand. You know how that turns me on." Dan picked up a lubricated condom from the bedside table, and rolled it over his hard glans and shaft. We both knew the condom was necessary to avoid hair burns on the tender glans. I placed a towel in front of me as I rolled onto my left side to let Dan slip in behind me. I lifted my leg to let his latex covered prick slide between my thighs. His glans touched the back of my scrotum as I lowered my leg, trapping his cock.
"I'll do you as I go, okay?" His fingers closed around my shaft, pushing my foreskin forward until it engulfed my front dome, then began a slow jiggling motion as he thrust between my thighs. I knew that, although the lubricant that came with the condom was barely adequate, Dan would soon seep enough to keep his tender glans and shaft well lubricated.
Princeton was a method where we could both come at once, sharing the moment of orgasm, which for us was both a physical and spiritual sensation. We could lose ourselves in the passion of the moment, sure that our partner was finding fulfillment as well.
I felt Dan's hard cock move under my perineum, gently pushing at my scrotum on the forward thrust. Then, as he pulled back, the condom stayed still against my flesh, and Dan's prick was sliding inside the thin latex. Dan thrust into me again and again, his warm fingers moving my foreskin in time with his thrusts, and I felt our excitement rise.
Now he was thrusting harder, and his fingers used a full foreskin stroke on my engorged prick, pulling my hood forward and pushing it back to bare the glans totally in the manner Dan knew was most stimulating to me. These long strokes would surely bring orgasm within a minute or two.
"Let's stop for a minute," I suggested. "Otherwise it'll be over too soon." I felt Dan stop thrusting, and his fingers stopped sliding my hood. His hot breath was on my ba ck.
"Yeah, you're right," he replied. "Let's enjoy the ride. Getting there is half the fun." Dan shifted slightly, pushing his prick deeper between my thighs, then slipping his other arm under me to grasp me by the waist.
"I really want to hold on to you when I come," he said. "I want to feel very close to you, as if we were one." I knew the feeling, and I wanted the intimacy as much as he did. I wanted to feel his body straining against mine as he released his juice, and wanted him to feel my body struggling in the throes of orgasm. >From yesterday's experience, I knew that we both shuddered deeply when the climax hit, and we both moaned and grunted as the waves of sensation assaulted our consciousness. It was a beautiful experience to share, and I wanted very much to share it with Dan. I was eager to be shuddering helplessly in his arms as we both tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm.
Now I felt Dan's prick moving slightly between my thighs, and his fingers began sliding my hood back and forth over the swollen head of my prick. He used small strokes this time, to avoid bringing my explosion too quickly. I made every effort to relax, in order to prolong the buildup and delay my climax, but the insistent pressure of Dan's fingers made my cock-root throb and tighten as they manipulated my thick foreskin.
"Keep this up and I'll be popping soon," I warned. Dan's fingers encircled my foreskin, applying more pressure as they worked the hood back and forth over the nerve endings of my straining glans. I felt a light tickle begin in my swollen rim.
"Me too," Dan replied. "I really need to come right now. I was hoping I'd be able to hold out for an hour or so, but you're so hot that I can't help it. Just touching your prick almost makes me shoot off." I knew Dan was very aroused, as his breathing had deepened, and he grunted his words between gasps. I could feel the hardness of his swollen cock sliding between my thighs, and knew that his shaft and head were in their final swelling just before release.
"Okay, go for it. If I come first, I'll press my finger into your hot spot to synchronize our orgasms," I said. "Try to hold back a bit, so that I can catch up to you." In truth, I was almost there myself because sex with Dan was such a deep experience that I was both physically and emotionally involved. I felt that if Dan came first, feeling his hot prick's throbbing between my thighs would bring on my own orgasm within a second.
Now I slipped my hand between my thighs, my fingers touching the underside of Dan's thrusting prick, but I was careful to stay away from his cock-head because I knew that if I touched the hot spot under the head, Dan would blast off in a second. I felt his cock sliding back and forth within the latex tube, and even felt the scrape of his corona against my perineum. I tightened my thigh muscles to increase the pressure on his cock.
Dan was now really into it, and I felt his hips slam against my buttocks as he drove his prick hard in response to his urges. He was losing control, and his fingers flew over my cock, dragging the long foreskin back and forth over my glans, which was quickly engorging in the final stage before climax.
My corona swelled, and the foreskin snapped over it, running down the glans to engulf the big front dome, then retracted as Dan's fingers pulled it back to bare my flaring ridge. The light tickle in my corona had turned into a heavy one, and as Dan's fingers pushed my foreskin collar over the ridge, a hot tingle spread from the corona all through my glans. My breathing was labored as the sensations overwhelmed me.
A spark shot from my tingling glans down the shaft, and into my cock-root, and I cried out helplessly as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me. I pressed the index and third fingers of my right hand into the hot spot under Dan's cock-head as it slid between my thighs, and felt a responsive throb. Dan's voice filled the room as I triggered his release, and his hips slammed hard against me.
In the distance, I heard Dan's "AAAAHHH" as he shot his first load between my thighs. His fingers had wrapped solidly around my cock, fisting my foreskin frantically over the swollen head, fueling my sensations, and I moaned from the burning feeling of hot lava rushing up my tube. His left arm, running under my body and up around my waist, crushed me to him as his body strained against mine.
My eyes had closed with the onset of orgasm, but I felt the burning hot jets searing my urethra as gush after gush exploded onto the towel in front of me. Dan's fingers had tightened on my prick, and I felt my foreskin yanked back hard, baring the engorged head. This time, he'd pulled back so hard that my sensitive glans dipped down and touched the towel, and the contact with the rough towel sent a shock of sensation through my straining, aching tip. My cock-root pounded again, sending a long string of burning hot cream up my urethra as I yelped in joyous agony.
Dan's hot hard penis was still thrusting furiously between my thighs as he shot jet after jets, and I felt the condom fill with his life-juice. I kept pressing into the sensitive underside of his glans, hitting the many sensitive nerve endings to enhance his climax. I knew that Dan's prick, like mine, became super-sensitive during a hot orgasm, and that he'd soon be forced to stop thrusting. My prick shot again as Dan's tight fingers pushed my snug hood all the way up to cover the head.
Dan was suddenly very still, and I knew he'd reached the critical point where his prick was too sensitive to receive further stimulation, and I removed my fingers. Now his still prick throbbed between my thighs as his orgasm wound down, releasing the last surges of cream. As his fingers skinned my cock back, I felt the hot spark in my glans telling me that it had become too sensitive to touch, and I placed my hand over his, holding it still on my prick. My final gushes poured from my prick's naked head, dribbling down onto the towel.
Dan still held me tightly as our spasms faded, clinging to me desperately, trying to become one with me. I relaxed in his grip, enjoying the sensations as my hot spasms changed into a creeping lassitude. We remained very still for several minutes as our breathing slowed and we returned to full consciousness.
Our pricks had softened and shrunk, and I felt Dan begin to pull away from me. Inside the condom, his tight foreskin rolled to cover his shrunken glans, and I felt his fingers pushing my prick's protective cover forward. The extreme sensitivity had faded, and it was a comfortable feeling as my foreskin once more engulfed the precious head. Dan pulled his left arm out from under me, and I turned to face him on the bed.
We looked deeply into each other's eyes, our silence communicating more than words could have. I clung to him, feeling the warmth of his body and his heartbeat against my chest. Our orgasms had consumed us, and now the afterglow sedated us, but we'd become hungry after this exercise.
"Want to go out to eat? I think we can get a really good breakfast nearby on the avenue," he asked.
"I'm ready to eat almost anything, Dan. You pick the place," I replied.
"They serve terrific waffles at this place. Does that sound good to you?" he added.
"Oh, terrific." We showered quickly, got dressed, and went out to satisfy our appetites.
The End