Sunday Thriller
By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
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My friend Mark introduced me to George at a party one Saturday evening, and we seemed to hit it off right away. George suggested I come over for breakfast the following morning, and I accepted. Next morning, After a shower and a cup of coffee, I drove over to George's house. He answered the door dressed in a bathrobe and slippers and ushered me into the living room. His blond hair and blue eyes contrasted with mine, which were brown. Like me, he had a slender build.
"Just have a seat on the couch and I'll get us some coffee," he said. He returned from the kitchen holding two cups and set them down, quite appropriately, on the coffee table in front of the couch. He sat next to me and we took a few sips.
"Good coffee," I said. "What kind of coffee do you use?"
"Columbian coffee, and I grind it from beans every morning," he replied as he slid his hand down the front of my pants, rubbing my prick gently through the layers of cloth. I was only slightly surprised, and said:
"That feels good." He continued to rub my prick, and I felt it begin to swell. I slipped a hand through the flaps of his bathrobe and found his prick, soft and very warm. I squeezed his glans a few times and then he undid my belt to get better access to my package.
"I think I'd better get my clothes off," I said, and stood up after kicking off my loafers. Facing him, I took off my shirt, and then unzipped and slid my pants and boxers off, placing them on a nearby chair. His gaze was fixed on my crotch as I stripped down, and when I sat next to him, naked except for my socks, he said:
"You're circumcised, like me," as he grasped my penis again. I folded my fingers around his shaft, sliding the slack skin back and forth, bumping the base of his glans on the forward stroke.
"Yeah, but I wish I weren't cut," I told him. Our pricks were rapidly swelling with the stimulation as he replied:
"I wish I wasn't either. I think it's more fun when you have lots of skin to slide up and down. Did they cut you at birth?"
"Yes," I said. "My mother told me the doctor said it made it easier to keep clean. How about you?" By this time we were fully erect and it was harder to slide his shaft skin up.
"My mother had it done because the neighbors' boys were cut, and she didn't want me to be different. Your skin was cut even tighter than mine." George had stopped trying to pull my shaft skin up and was now lightly caressing my glans, running his fingertips around the flaring ridge.
"Stupid reason," I said. "Still, you've got a handsome prick- straight shaft, nice big head, about six inches, like mine."
"We're both `growers,' our cocks are small but grow a lot when we get hard. Your tip's beautiful, like a big helmet with that flaring ridge. Mine's more like a mushroom." He leaned over and I felt his soft lips brush my glans. His tongue-tip tickled my pee-hole, making my prick throb.
"That gave me a thrill," I told him. "Now it's my turn. I want to stick my tongue down that nice long slit you've got." I leaned down and probed his slit with my tongue, just getting the tip inside, as I stabilized his shaft with my hand. I felt his prick throb as mine had.
"Your slit pouts like a teardrop when you're hard," George remarked. As he spoke I engulfed his entire mushroom with my lips, running my tongue over the broad upper surface and around the corona. My other hand cupped his balls. George continued:
"I think we'd better continue this in the bedroom." I lifted my head and followed him as he stood and walked toward the back of the house. "I don't live alone," he said. "I have a partner." I was only slightly surprised at this. "I think you'll enjoy meeting him. His name's Jim and he's not circumcised." Hearing this sent a thrill through my body. We entered the bedroom, where Jim lay on the queen-sized bed, head propped on a pillow against the headboard, reading the Sunday paper. Jim was chunky and muscular, not fat. A large penis lay against his right thigh, the outline of his glans bulging through the long foreskin that ended in a nipple.
"Jim's cock is a shower,' not a grower,' and gets just a little longer when hard," George explained. Jim put down the newspaper and looked expectantly at us. I saw his eyes drop to my crotch, checking me out.
"Nice package," he said. "Beautiful head on that dick."
"Jim's cock has a beautiful head too," George advised me. "Go ahead, pull his skin back and you'll see." He pushed me down on the bed next to Jim and I tentatively reached for Jim's prick. His foreskin nipple was about half an inch long, and I began rolling it between my thumb and index finger.
"That feels nice," Jim said, as George sat on the other side of him. Jim's prick began to firm up, and I pulled the nipple out from his body stretching the nerve endings. George cupped Jim's balls, kneading them gently, adding to the stimulation. It didn't take long for Jim's prick to turn into a straining erection, about six and a half inches long to the end of his bulging glans. I shifted my grip and began easing the long foreskin back, watching the puckered end widen as I exerted traction. The orifice was now the size of a dime, revealing a long pee-slit in the front dome of his glans. I pulled down a bit more and the opening was now about the size of a quarter.
"You really know how to handle that skin," Jim told me. "I bet this isn't the first time you've handled an uncut dick." I pulled his hood back farther, until it was poised on the edge of his corona, exposing his glossy helmet. It was deep pink at the front dome, and darkened toward the rear, where it was a lovely shade of purple. A musky aroma floated up from his wet glans, teasing my nostrils.
"You're right," I told Jim. "I spent a couple of months in Europe and got to handle a few uncut pricks there. I liked the way they looked, liked the way they handled, and liked the way they smell." By this time I was lying on my left side facing Jim.
"Ah, Europe," George said. "Most men aren't cut there." Now I gave Jim's foreskin one final tug and his foreskin snapped down into the deep groove behind his corona. I saw that the back face of his ridge was even darker purple, almost black. Now I used a full-fisted grip and began working Jim's foreskin up and down in long slow strokes. Jim sighed deeply and said:
"That's really nice. Not too fast. But you guys need some lube." He picked up a bottle of silicon lubricant from the bedside table and squirted a few drops on George's prick, spreading it with his fingers. George took the bottle from him and poured a few drops into his right hand, then reached across Jim's legs to grasp my prick, stroking it gently to spread the viscous fluid.
"Nice, George, nice," I said. His gentle fingers worked up and down my shaft and glans, sending thrills deep into my prick. I saw that Jim was stroking George's erection in the same way; long slow strokes.
"Jim's cock is more sensitive than ours," George told me. "He's going to come first." I wasn't at all surprised, as I'd long known that pricks that still had their foreskins were more sensitive than the circumcised model. Jim reached for a box of Kleenex on the bedside table and placed it between us.
"Do you shoot or dribble?" I asked him.
"Oh, I shoot, and shoot hard," he replied. "So does George. We both blast off hard." I pulled several tissues from the box with my left hand, ready to intercept Jim's sperm.
"You're prick's really beautiful," I told him. "I like that purple helmet and that long skin. I can take really long strokes with your foreskin." I emphasized the point by tugging strongly on the down-stroke, putting tension on his gee-string and pulling the front of his helmet down. Jim sighed deeply in response and whispered:
"Keep that up and you'll have my load in seconds." As he spoke, a drop of natural lubricant parted the lips of his long slit, and I caught it with his foreskin and spread it over his glans.
"Do you want me to make it last?" I queried him.
"No! No!" he responded. "I really need to come, I'm so hot." I stepped up the pace, tugging hard on his frenulum on the down-stroke and twisting the foreskin over the ridge on the up-stroke, knowing that this would bring on his orgasm quickly. More lubricant dribbled from his orifice, making his glans very wet and slippery.
"Oh gee! Oh gee! Oh gee!" was Jim's response as his excitement mounted rapidly. His face was flushed and I felt his prick go into its final swelling between my fingers. His helmet darkened and the ridge flared out even more as I flipped the foreskin up and down over the glans with a slapping sound. I sensed the tension building up in Jim's body.
"Oh, he's gonna come now," George ejaculated. "He's gonna come really hard. When he starts shooting stop stroking him because his cock gets super-sensitive when he comes." I felt his fingers stroking up and down my prick as he spoke. I saw Jim's eyelids clamp shut and he began grunting as the orgasm neared. I pushed his prick down to a 45 degree angle and got ready with the wad of tissues. Now I felt a hard throb in his prick as he bellowed:
"AHHHH! AHHHH!" and a thick gush of white cream hurtled from his slit to land on the tissues I was holding. I held his foreskin back to keep the helmet exposed. He cried out again as another stream slammed through the lips of his slit. He'd let go of George's prick and his hands were balled into fists. His lips were drawn back n a rictus, exposing his large front teeth. As he cried out again, his hips lifted off the bed, as if to thrust his prick deeper into my encircling fingers. I was enthralled by the beauty and intensity of his orgasm, and I felt my prick twitch.
Another loud, helpless cry escaped his lips as he shot again. George's eyes were riveted on Jim's straining prick as it throbbed in my hand and released a fifth high pressure discharge. I felt Jim's prick throb again but this time there was no stream, just a drool of white cream pouring from his slit and down his glans onto my encircling fingers. After a few twitches, Jim's prick was still and began to soften. I eased the long foreskin forward to protect the precious head. Jim's face had relaxed, but his eyes were sill closed. It was clear that Jim had had a powerful, glans-tingling climax.
"It's so nice to handle a prick that has a long foreskin, instead of a brown ring around the shaft," I said to George. "Although the doctor who cut you did a neat job. Your scar ring is a perfect circle. My scar's jagged." George was lightly stroking my prick, keeping me aroused without bringing me close to exploding. His prick had begun to sag, but now Jim's fingers closed around it again.
"That was mind-blowing," Jim told us. "Now it's George's turn." He plucked a handful of tissues out of the box to catch George's sperm and began stroking him vigorously, using a twisting stroke around the big mushroom.
"Jim really knows how to do my cock," George said. "He's had enough experience handling cut cocks, and he knows about that twisting stroke." George was still stroking my prick, but at a relaxed pace so that I didn't come too soon. I noticed that George's tip had begun leaking lubricant that blended with the silicon lube and spread over his shaft and glans. George's breathing was now faster as his excitement rose, and it was obvious that the tension was rapidly building in his body. I felt his fingers tighten on my prick, and saw his toes curl.
"He's going to come as quickly as you did," I told Jim. "He's been hard longer and he's watched me bringing you to orgasm."
"I think you're right," Jim replied. "I can feel his dick getting stiffer, and the head's larger now. He's close." Jim picked up his pace, stroking the well-lubricated penis without fear of causing friction burns. George responded, his breathing becoming louder and more labored. More drops of clear, viscous lubricant oozed from his long slit, making his prick more slippery. He'd begun to moan softly, and I saw his eyes close, indicating that he'd be shooting within seconds. I felt George's grip on my prick tighten suddenly and spasmodically.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard George grunt loudly as a thick white stream erupted from his long slit. Jim had positioned his other hand with the tissues directly in front of George's glans and he caught the entire discharge. George's back arched as he grunted again, his prick shooting another short arc of sperm into the tissues.
"I'm going to stroke him al the way through, since his dick isn't as sensitive as mine," Jim said as another hot jet slammed through the lips of George's orifice. "You don't need to stop stroking when you come, do you?" Jim asked me.
"No." I said, as I watched Jim's twisting, encircling fingers draw another gush of thick cream from George's throbbing penis. George's helpless cries filled the air and I smelled the odor of chlorine from his sperm. Jim twisted his fingers around George's throbbing glans, and another stream erupted from his straining prick. The next discharge was weaker, and then he was just dribbling sperm, which Jim caught as he brought the tissues up under the glans. Now I noticed that George's fingers were still around my prick, although he'd stopped stroking me when the orgasm had burst upon him.
"He might still be dripping when he goes soft," Jim told me as he wrapped several more tissues around George's prick, which was starting to shrink as his body relaxed. Jim turned to me, cupping my sac and kneading my balls.
"You did a terrific job on him," I said. "He was really in orbit when he came."
"Just wait until he comes out of his daze," Jim replied. "He'll give you a real blast-off with those magic fingers of his. Cut or uncut, he knows how to handle a dick." Geoge's relaxed fingers were still around my shaft, and now Jim gently stroked my glans with his fingertips. "That's a nice helmet you have," he told me. "I like the way your ridge flares out, just like mine," he continued as he traced the outlines of my corona. He pressed a fingertip into the V-groove on the underside of my glans, making my prick twitch in response.
"You're really sensitive there, aren't you?" he asked as he rubbed his fingertip up and down the delta shaped groove, sending thrills into my prick.
"Yeah, there and all around my rim," I answered. "Keep it up and you'll have me coming before George gets into it."
"No chance of that," Jim countered. "I just want to make sure you're hard when he starts in on you again. I want to be strictly a spectator and watch that beautiful tip of your shooting hard." His words were exciting me, and I wondered how long I'd last once George resumed stroking me. I didn't have to wait long to find out, because George opened his eyes and sat up, edging closer to me. Jim moved aside, and George sat right in front of me, between my outstretched legs, and grasped my prick in a reverse grip, thumb at the bottom. It was a different feeling from the conventional grip, thumb near the glans, and this unfamiliarity made it more arousing. Jim dripped a couple of drops of lubricant onto my helmet to make it more slippery, and placed a wad of tissues into George's other hand.
"Make sure you catch it all. Don't get the bed wet," he admonished unnecessarily. I added:
"Your cream has the same chlorine odor mine has. Jim's didn't seem to have much of a smell." George's fingers began moving along my prick in long strokes, from the base to the glans. Each time he reached the glans, he twisted his fingers, giving me the extra thrill of sideways friction. I felt helpless, knowing he'd soon draw the orgasm from me no matter how much I tried to stay relaxed.
My gaze was fixed on my prick and George's encircling fingers as he picked up the pace. He was getting into a steady rhythm now, enhancing my excitement with each stroke, and I relaxed and awaited the inevitable climax that I knew would shatter me.
"Your cock feels so hot," he commented as he stroked me more quickly. His strong fingers twisted around my circumcision scar and helmet on the up-stroke, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my glans and making me gasp. I felt the tension building in my body, centered in my groin as my prick grew stiffer and my helmet went into its final swelling, the corona hardening and standing out firmly. His fingers swept over my sensitive corona, making my prick twitch in response. I felt a fingertip caressing my V-groove with each stroke, heightening the stimulation. A twitch deep inside told me that I'd secreted lubricant, and I felt a warm drop crawling up my urethra to emerge from my putting slit.
My breathing was now shallow and rapid, as my body automatically braced from the biological storm that would soon follow. My teeth were clenched, lips drawn back, and my eyes closed. My entire world was in my prick, and my awareness of anything outside my body dimmed. I felt a tingle in my tip, a tightening in my groin, and then my world exploded. I cried out helplessly:
"Yahhh! Yahhhh!" as a convulsion ripped through my groin, sending a torrent of hot sperm burning its way up my urethra as my prick throbbed in response. I yelped again as another hard throb gripped my shaft and glans, and I felt another hot discharge sear my urethra in its passage. Even though my teardrop orifice was pouting, the jet slammed through the lips with a fury. George's flying fingers continued stroking my prick, bringing forth another load as my helpless cries filled the room. My hips bucked as if to thrust my throbbing prick deeper into George's fist as another spasm gripped my groin. I felt the scrape of tissues on the front dome of my helmet, and knew that George was being very careful to capture my discharges.
I yelped again as another convulsion wracked my groin, sending another hot jet hurtling up my tube to spurt from my orifice. The next convulsion was milder, and I felt the hot juice oozing from my tip into the wad of tissues. My body began to relax, and I felt my erection soften as I sank into the daze that follows orgasm. I opened my eyes a minute or two later, and heard Jim's voice:
"Your sperm smells like chlorine, just like George's." I sat up and George piped in:
"Well, you sure had a hot one there. Your cock was throbbing so hard....." he trailed off.
"Now let's get breakfast," he said. I'll take a quick shower and then go out to the kitchen and start it. Ham, eggs, and toast all right with you both? George and I nodded affirmatively. I had always been fond of an all-American breakfast.
Jim wasn't in the shower for longer than a couple of minutes and left the water running for us. The shower stall was large enough for George and me, but three would have been a tight fit.
"Hot water running over my tip always makes me pee," he said. "All right with you, or should I step out and do it in the toilet?"
"No, it's okay," I replied. "I do that too. It just washes down the drain."
"Jim and I always pee in the shower after we come. It rinses out our plumbing," he said.
"Me too, for the same reason." I added. "It feels good too." I relaxed my sphincter, letting a thick yellow stream pour out onto the shower floor. George's stream followed a second later, blending with mine as it ran down the drain.
"Jim sometimes pinches his skin while peeing," George said. "That makes it balloon out with the pressure."
"I've seen uncut guys in Europe do that," I replied. "It must be fun."
"Yeah," George agreed. "I wish I could do that too. He tells me it's nice to feel the hot liquid swirling around inside his skin."
"Too bad we're cut," I commiserated. "We can't do that." We soaped each other quickly, then rinsed off and went out to the kitchen to eat.
The end.