Porn Watchers By Jack Santoro Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
My buddy Bob and I have a good sex life, but we add to it by watching a lot pf porn, because we both enjoy watching other guys getting themselves off. We read porn such as the Nifty stories on the Internet, and log onto X-Tube for videos. We're really gratified by the wide array of physical types and sexual activities we can find.
Our porn watching centers around comparing ourselves to the guys in the stories or videos. Bob and I are pretty average in equipment size because we have about six inch erections, with straight shafts. Limp, we're about 3 ½ inches, definitely in the "grower" class. We differ slightly from average in glans size, having larger than average "helmet" types, with blunt noses and upturned flaring coronas.
We're very different from average in one other respect: We both have our foreskins, unlike most American males whose pricks felt the bite of the knife at birth. European men are different, almost all of them having grown up intact.
Some males in this country are natural: the foreign-born, Latinos, Asian, and some marginal groups. These include farm boys, hillbillies, "trailer park trash," and those born to well-educated parents who didn't accept the conventional wisdom that boys are better off without their foreskins. Bob and I fall into that last group. Our parents didn't buy into the circumcision bullshit doctors tried to sell them.
One evening after dinner we were lying in bed, our back propped up by pillows, watching a video of different guys jacking themselves. We especially liked this video, which we'd already watched several times, because it featured only uncut guys, and we could easily identify with them. As we watched, we fingered each other's pricks, gently squeezing the helmets through the covering skin, until we were both rock-hard.
"That one's dick is curved," Bob commented as he tugged my hood back slightly.
"Looks like about seven inches," I added as I twisted Bob's hood over the glans. Bob's foreskin was looser than mine, and easily slid sideways to give him an extra thrill.
"Yeah, but his tip's smaller. It's a helmet like ours, but the rim's not even as wide as the shaft."
"Pretty red, though," I said as we watched the guy bring himself to orgasm. White cream jetted from his tip as his face contorted with the sweet agony of climax.
"See how he stopped stroking with the first shot?" Bob asked. "Most guys keep pumping while they're shooting. We do." Bob was pulling out on my long foreskin as he spoke. Mine covered the head right to the end, even with full erection, and even formed a small pucker beyond it. Bob's wasn't quite that long, and the orifice spread to reveal his slit when he was hard.
The next episode showed a guy who began with long strokes, skinning back to uncover the head even while limp, and we saw his prick quickly fill out to about six inches with excitement. He was unshaven, and I pegged him as trailer park trash, whereas the first guy might have been Latino.
"He's got a straight shaft and his slit's just like yours," I told Bob. "It's long and stays closed even with the head swollen."
"Yeah, and yours pouts when you get hard," Bob said as he stripped my hood back halfway to uncover my orifice. "Looks like a teardrop shape." By this time Bob's prick was leaking a lot of lube, more than he needed to ease the sliding of his hood, and he scooped up some on a fingertip and spread it over my engorged helmet, as I didn't lube as much as he did. We continued watching the video.
"This guy's taking long slow strokes," Bob observed. "Not like the other guy who was going kinda fast." Bob emphasized his point by skinning me back all the way to the flaring rim, being careful not to pull my foreskin back behind it where it would lodge in the groove.
"I see his tip's turning darker now that he's getting hot," I told him. As I spoke I stripped Bob's hood back as far as it would go, completely baring the flaring upturned corona and the deep groove behind it. His foreskin was loose enough so that it would easily slide forward again, whereas mine required a little tug to get it over the rim. "Yours is getting darker too, especially the rim."
"Oh, I'm getting there," he said as he pulled my foreskin down to lock behind the rim. Stabilizing my prick with his left hand, he picked up some lube from his seeping orifice with his right and caressed my now naked glans with his fingertips. My prick root tightened up and my prick jerked in his hand. Bob smiled at me.
"You keep this up you'll make me cream damn fast," I said. Bob nodded and stopped stroking my hard, engorged glans, which had turned darker purple. I just jiggled his hood slightly, bumping the thick fleshy ring against his rim as we watched the guy on the screen approaching orgasm. A steady stream of lube poured from his slit, making his helmet very slick.
"His tip's really swollen now," Bob commented, "And it's turn very dark, especially the rm."
"Any second now," I said as we continued to watch, eyes fixed to the screen. Now lube was gushing out of his orifice, running down the head and shaft. We saw his body stiffen and then a long stream of white slammed through the long slit, parting the lips as it arced through the air. Another followed as we heard him moan loudly, eyes closed, writhing in the pleasure of orgasm.
Although we were being very careful not to stroke each other too vigorously, the sight of this hot guy's discharges made us hotter. We stopped for a moment while he finished his orgasm, the cream coming in little dribbles now as he neared the end. Bob got up and changed tapes.
"I want to watch some electro," he explained as he returned to bed and grasped my prick around the base. We both liked to see guys getting off by electro-stimulation because it was different from manual stroking. The screen showed a guy wrapping a conductive strap around the base of his prick and then stripping back his foreskin to place a ring of conductive rubber tubing in the groove behind the head. He reached behind him to place an electrode pad between his cheeks and then connected the wires to the power box.
"I think this guy's prick jerks with each pulse," I commented as we watched him turn on the power and adjust a knob. As he turned up the power, his prick began jerking even while limp, swelling gradually until he had a full-straining erection.
"Not all guys do that," Bob said. "Some just get hard with the current, like you." We had experimented with electro ourselves, having bought an electro kit last year.
"It's fascinating, watching their responses," I said. "Some jerk and others don't, even when they're coming. I think this one jerks all the way through."
"It's nice to see them get off without hands," Bob said. "When they're stroking, you don't know how or if their dicks jerk. With electro they just let the pulses push them over the edge and we can see the action." Now the guy on the screen, who also was unshaven, was staring down at his prick, and the camera came in for a close-up. The prick filled the screen and we saw it bob up and down rhythmically as the tingling pulses coursed through his prick. A shiny bead of clear lube parted the lips of his long slit and then ran down the triangular groove under the glans and between the rubber loop and the skin.
"His big helmet's going up and down about three inches a stroke," I remarked as we watched. "It's getting really glossy and darker too." Bob and I had resumed stroking each other's pricks, running the hoods sensually over the swollen heads.
"I'm glad he skinned back," I told Bob. He nodded in understanding because we both enjoy watching the naked glans, the most beautiful part of the prick, engorge and darken with excitement, and the hot sperm shoot from the unobstructed hole. It's not as exciting when to watch when all of the action is hidden by the foreskin. Even a circumcised prick, however ugly and jagged the scar might be, is more exciting to watch than one that remains fully hooded during sex play.
"I think he'll blow any second," Bob opined as he drew my foreskin all the way down to give him full access to my helmet. I did the same for him, running my fingertips over his beautifully contoured glans. Although I was trying to remain relaxed, I felt my insides tighten up from the stimulation of his dancing fingertips.
"We'll go with him," I whispered as I caressed the rock-hardness of Bob's hot tip. We now began to moan as the sensations became overpowering. The prick on the screen was pulsing powerfully and a steady drool of lube poured from the orifice. I felt Bob's glans throb under my fingers as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me, and my first jet seared my urethra as the hot fluid poured toward the end of my prick.
We watched the guy's prick erupt in orgasm at the same instant that Bob's prick released its first stream. Bob's ejaculations are more powerful than mine, and his first load shot high into the air before landing on his stomach. My prick throbbed again, and another gush slammed through the lips of my orifice just as the guy in the video blew another load. We had timed it perfectly, and we were all in ecstasy together.
Bob and I turned toward each other, crushing our throbbing pricks together and feeling each other's pulses as we drained ourselves. We especially enjoyed this part because having our pricks pressed together full-length intensified our sensations. We clung to each other even after the fury of our orgasms had dissipated and our pricks were going limp. I turned off the video and we gathered the towel that we'd placed under us to catch our streams.
"Let's take a shower before going to sleep," he suggested, and I followed him into the bathroom. We stood under the hot water, enjoying the flow over our bodies, as our erections subsided. My hood was locked behind my ridge, as my high flaring corona keeps the foreskin back even when I'm fully limp. Bob held his back with two fingers as we stood facing each other waiting for the hot water to stimulate our bladders. We always enjoyed a hot piss after orgasm, partly because the stream flushed out the residue lining the urethra.
I felt a warning tingle deep inside, and a second later a strong yellow stream gushed out of my slit to fall onto the floor of the shower. Bob's stream let go a couple of seconds later, and we were motionless, concentrating on the sensations, until we'd totally drained ourselves.
We didn't always do it this way. At times we'd leave our helmets fully covered, although it took the hot water longer to make us pee, because we enjoyed pinching the ends of our foreskins and watching our hoods balloon out with the pressure. When the stretching started to become uncomfortable we'd release the hoods and watch the thick gushed pour forth.
As we weren't really dirty we didn't bother to use soap, but merely allowed the water to rinse the sweat from our bodies. Then we turned off the shower and dried each other with the big terrycloth towels. We were careful to adjust our foreskins to cover the helmets completely, and then went back to bed for a deep and restful night's sleep.
The end