Probing Ed's Foreskin By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Ed's prick throbbed in my fist as I steadied it, tapping the well-defined glans through the long floppy foreskin covering it. Each tap sent an erotic shock wave through the turgid glans, heightening his excitement. The fingertips of my right hand worked around his cock, tapping the circumference of the ridge, then underneath to probe for the hot spot under the head, then behind the head to hit the groove behind the flaring ridge. All of these secret places were sensitive to my touch, and I felt Ed's excitement grow as I tapped the end of his cock. We'd met again after our first encounter, when he'd docked me and made me shoot inside his long loose foreskin as it totally encased my head. After my orgasm, I'd skinned him back and massaged the naked glans to give him one of the hottest orgasms he'd ever experienced. As his ejaculations normally dribbled from his long slit, he was surprised to see strings of cream running up his chest when he'd opened his eyes after climax. We'd decided to meet again for more fun the following weekend. Now that I'd gotten his cock completely hard, I slipped my index finger deeper inside the long floppy nipple of his hood, probing for the slit, then tracing circles around it. This direct action on the head made him draw in his breath sharply, and as I pushed my finger in farther to stretch the foreskin's nerve endings and massage the broad upper surface he began to moan. I worked my fingertip around the sharply flaring ridge, exploring its contours, ending up under the head to massage the twin lobes where they met. I pressed my fingertip into the frenulum, then began strumming it from side to side. Now I worked my finger up the other side of the shapely glans, watching the outline of my finger making the foreskin bulge as I caressed the corona to the top. Finally, I withdrew my finger and began the next stage of bringing Ed to orgasm. I began drawing his long hood back over the head. Limp, his foreskin extended two inches past the glans, but with full erection, he had only an inch of overhang left. That inch of precious foreskin had stretched enough to cover my big purple fireman's helmet last time we'd met, and the feel of it sliding around my engorged cock-head had made me shoot uncontrollably, filling his foreskin with my fluid until it oozed from the edge of his hood and trickled onto the towel. Ed had promised me another docking session but when I saw how excited he was, I told him that he needed a hot orgasm first: "Let's do you first," I said. "You're so hot and bothered that you'll probably blast off even before you dock me completely. I'd rather work on your cock and make sure you have a really hot orgasm, instead of just spilling your juice while trying to make me come." "That's really good of you, Jack," he said. "Want me to lie back like last time?" "Yeah, that'll work fine," I said as I pushed him onto his back and spread the thick bath towel over his stomach and chest. His cock was already half-hard, and it took only seconds to work it up to full erection, which was slightly longer than my six inches. I wanted to get the head fully engorged before stripping him back, because I knew the delicious sensations that stretching the foreskin over a swollen glans produced as the nerve endings tautened to their limit. Now was the moment. I'd begun by running my finger around the end of his long floppy foreskin, which extended two inches beyond the end of his glans when soft. I gently tickled the edges of the orifice, stimulating the many nerve endings. Then I slipped my finger inside to pinch the skin all around the circumference, pulling and stretching the nerve endings. "That's a lot of skin," I commented, tweaking his prepuce and exerting traction to produce erotic stimulation. "Yeah, I'm lucky to have that much. You know I stretched it to get more overhang over the years." He'd told me about his stretching exercises last time, and how he'd gotten twice as much overhang as I had. I have a longer than average foreskin that forms a nipple beyond the head when soft, and still covers the head entirely when hard, but he had much more skin than I. Personally, I liked this, as it gave me a lot to play with. Still stabilizing his shaft with my left hand, I used the fingers of my right to move the foreskin back slightly, enough to move the overhang back over the head. Ed sighed deeply, and I slid his skin forward again. Then I moved it back farther, so that the opening of his foreskin formed a dime-sized slot, baring the tip of his glans, parted by a long slit that reached almost down to the delicate cleft under the head. Sliding his foreskin forward again, I paused before exerting traction to pull it back a bit farther than before, to an opening the size of a quarter to expose the round front dome of the glans. The end of his glans glistened wetly in the soft light, and I watched a drop of clear fluid part the lips of his long slit. Normally, neither Ed nor I secreted much lube, but we were so turned on by each other that my cock was oozing pre-come, and a drop rolled out the end of my long foreskin. Now I rolled his foreskin fully forward, then back to bare his glans halfway. The full front come of his helmet was exposed, and I poured a couple of drops of Astroglide on it. This wasn't as much to lubricate it, but because the glycerin in the lube produced a warm feeling in the head, enhancing his sensations. Pushing his precious prepuce forward to relieve the tension, I reversed course and pulled it back so that the edge widened to ride on Ed's flaring rim, producing the maximum stretch in its nerve endings. Ed moaned as the sensations filled his prick, and I saw his legs quiver slightly although I'd admonished him to relax because relaxing would prolong the build-up. I stretched his foreskin forward beyond the end, and began another cycle of retraction. This time, I eased it back until it was tightly stretched around the circumference of the rim, and a light pull brought it back to snap into the deep groove behind it. His denuded glans stood out proudly, displaying its sculpted beauty. The shiny wet dome expanded rearward to blossom in a fully flared ridge that stood high above the shaft, although the deep groove behind it was now filled with the thick pink fleshy collar of retracted foreskin. The lips of his slit were purple-pink, and the color darkened towards the rear of the glans. The ridge was deep purple, and when I pulled back harder on his foreskin I saw that the back face of the corona was almost black, studded with little buds containing nerve endings that would produce joy when stimulated. Now I ran my fingertip experimentally around the flaring rim, working down one side to follow its contour as it swept forward to meet the other half of his corona in a thin weld line under the head. The two halves formed a wide triangular groove between them, filled with his thick frenulum, or gee-string that connected the glans to the foreskin. I knew that pulling back harder on his skin would stretch the gee-string, producing a delicious sensation in its nerve endings and pulling the front of the glans down slightly to dip towards his low-hanging scrotum, which had begun to tighten against his body. "Relax, Ed, just try to relax," I said. "The more you can relax, the hotter orgasm will be when it comes." I knew that forcing himself to relax would help prolong the delicious sense of anticipation when I brought him to the edge, and when the orgasm finally broke like a wave, it would overwhelm him and propel him to the peak of joyful sensations. I wanted him to have a hot, trembling, quaking, and howling orgasm that would fill him with mind-numbing sensations. As I kept tension on his gee-string I worked my fingertips around the wet, slippery glans, feeling its heat from the blood that filled it. Running my fingers around the slit parting the front dome, I noticed that his sac was now tight against his body, telling me that he was nearing the peak. Now I massaged the sharply flaring rim, feeling it lose its sponginess and hardening under my fingers. Working my fingers under the head, caressing his twin lobes and the gee-string between them, I saw the head darken to a deeper shade of purple. Now Ed was moaning steadily, vainly trying to relax as my stimulation made his stomach muscles tighten and his legs tremble. A large drop of clear fluid parted the lips of his long slit, and I worked it into the tender flesh surrounding his meatus. He moaned more loudly, caught up in the intense stimulation that filled his cock-head. His breathing had become more rapid, and his moans more intense as if he were being tortured. Now I straddled his thighs, maintaining the hot caresses on his naked glans, and felt his legs jerk beneath me. His shaft jerked hard in my hand, and I felt the glans throb under my fingers as a loud cry escaped his lips. A thick creamy jet erupted from his slit to arc towards his chest. His cock throbbed again and another spurt went on its way. His cries of joyful agony filled the room, and I knew he was in the mindless limbo of orgasm, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. His prick shot again, then delivered another spurt, but shorter this time. I eased up on the stimulation, lightening my touch because I knew that at any moment his throbbing glans would become super-sensitive, but I kept the tension on his taut gee-string. When his prick throbbed again, the cream dribbled out of the slit, coating his glans as I worked it in delicately with my fingertips. The dark, shapely head throbbed again as another heavy dribble oozed from its central fissure, and I removed my fingers. I felt his prick throb several more times as the fluid oozing from his slit turned from white and creamy to clear. He'd closed his eyes when he'd gone into orgasm, but now he opened them and looked at me. "WOW! That was hot! I think it was even better than last time." "I'm glad it was. I sure worked at it." Ed's cock was softening now, the big helmet shrinking and retreating into it fleshy covering. "You know, you got me close to coming when you were working your finger under the skin, all around the head. My head's so sensitive that if you'd kept it up, you'd have made me blast right then." "I could feel that," I said. I backed off because I wanted you to enjoy the ride. A long build-up makes orgasm hotter, just like it does for me." "I appreciate that. Now let's take care of you, buddy. I want to dock you now that I'm soft and there's plenty of room inside my hood." I lay on my side facing him. Ed faced me, his limp penis flopping down between us. He grasped my hard prick at the end and began sliding my foreskin back in stages, as I'd done to him. The feel of my tight foreskin stretching over the contours of my swollen helmet was erotic, enhancing the friction on the glans. I felt the hood's nerve endings stretch delightfully, and I sighed. Ed now had my foreskin poised on the rim of my glans, stretched to the limit, and a slight pressure made it snap down into the deep groove behind my high flaring rim. "You've got a nice sexy helmet on that cock," he said. "I like the deep purple color, just like mine. That rim looks hot too." He slid closer to me, so that the end of his foreskin touched my cock-head, and began to run it in circles around my orifice. "Feels nice^Å." The touch of his foreskin on my tender flesh was supremely arousing, and my cock twitched at the contact. "Your hole's different from mine," he said. "Mine's a slit, but yours forms a teardrop." He ran the end of his long foreskin around my helmet, exploring every contour while I sighed in delight. His fingers never touched my tip, just the smooth flesh of his foreskin, as he worked it around my glans, circling the front dome, then working back to the rim. Finally, he pressed the tip of his fleshy sleeve into the hot spot under the head, and my legs quivered in response. He picked up his foreskin by the long nozzle and began to stretch the orifice, bringing it closer to my engorged cock-head. His long loose foreskin, well lubricated by the Astroglide and the residue of his ejaculati on, slid easily over the front dome. Ed stretched it farther, encasing the entire glans in his warm sleeve, the gentle friction tickling my nerve endings. As his cock was utterly limp, he had more room inside than the last time he'd docked me, and he was able to slide the luxuriant foreskin half-way down my shaft, encasing not only the head, but my retracted foreskin to form a thick annular bulge in his sleeve. I felt his soft, shrunken glans pressing against mine inside the hood of his cock, and I knew that soon I'd be drowning it in hot cream. Ed's fingers now began a back and forth sliding motion, massaging my engorged cock-head and sending messages of joy to my brain. My balls were tight against my body, as I'd been aroused for a long time while bringing him to climax, and his other hand cupped them. I felt his fingertips press against my cock-root behind my tight sac, exploring, feeling for throbs that signaled my rising excitement. Ed now added a sensual twisting motion to the back and forth reciprocation of his foreskin, heightening my sensations. The sideways friction on my engorged corona made my glans throb in response, and I felt myself slipping down the slope towards the precipice. A tickling feeling filled my glans, and I knew that no matter how much I tried to relax, he'd have my load soon. The tickle in my swollen tip changed to a hot tingle, and I felt my shaft and tip engorge even more as blood flowed into them. "I can feel your tip getting harder through the skin," he said as he massaged the skin around my glans. His fingers were at least as sensitive as mine to feel the glans lose its sponginess as it hardened. With the increased swelling, I began to feel a pleasant ache in my glans as it yearned for release, and my cock-root began to throb in time with his strokes. My eyes closed as he spoke again: "There! I felt your cock-root throb. Won't be long now. Get ready, buddy." His fingers continued their maddening massage of skin on glans, taking long, twisting strokes that fueled my fire. I felt my entire body caught up in the sensations, tensing despite my effort to relax. Now I felt a hot tingle begin in my corona, quickly spreading all over the head and down the shaft. My cock-root tightened in anticipation, and suddenly convulsed to release the first jet. I was floating as the explosion annihilated all conscious thought, and my reflexes took over. "I felt that." I heard him say in the distance as the heavy pounding filled my crotch and a hot jet burned its way up my tube. I cried out in helpless and joyful agony as the burning fluid erupted from my tip to bathe his glans and mine. Another hot convulsion wracked my body as my cock-root pumped another load through my prick, filling his foreskin and washing over my throbbing cock-head. Another jet hurtled up my tube, adding to the fluid filling his hood. My prick jetted a couple more times, then settled down to a delicious oozing as my sensations began to fade. I could feel the stretching of my cock-hole as the cream dribbled through it. "OHHH, nice," I sad weakly as I opened my eyes to see our cocks joined end to end, Ed's fleshy sleeve stretched and ballooning with my ejaculation. "Yeah, you really shot a load there. I felt every jet as it hit my tip. Your juice felt so hot." My cock began to shrink as my erection subsided, and soon it was hanging, still encased in Ed's ample sleeve. He drew back slightly and the end of my cock slid easily from its well lubricated shroud. "We need a shower," I suggested as Ed milked his foreskin to expel a copious quantity of cream onto the towel beneath our bodies. My foreskin was still locked back behind my rim, and I milked my urethra to squeeze out the residue. "Let's go," he said as he got up and led the way to the bathroom. He turned on the water, adjusting it as hot as we could stand, and stepped in. He was skinning back as I joined him, and we stood facing each other, feeling the hot water sluicing down the front of our bodies. The hot water running over our naked helmets produced an urge to pee. I relaxed my sphincter as I saw a thick yellow stream begin to gush from Ed's long slit. He held it up for me to see, and I watched the lips of his slit spread widely to let the fluid gush in a heavy torrent, some of it splashing on me. My flow began a second later, and I relaxed, feeling the sensual rush inside my prick as my stream burst out to splash him. "That's washing out the last of the juice," I said as our streams slowed to dribbles. We were draining ourselves, enjoying the aftermath of our sex play. We rinsed ourselves thoroughly, and replaced the hoods over our helmet heads. I stepped out of the shower as Ed shut off the water, and we dried ourselves before returning to the bedroom for a well deserved rest. We knew without saying that we'd have another hot session soon.
The End