I'd first met Danny when I was 11 and he was a year older. We were in boarding school, and our two weeks together before his parents took him away were memorable. In short, Danny introduced me to masturbation, and although I was too young to ejaculate, I always remembered him vividly. Danny's maturing glans bulged out of his foreskin, unlike mine which still hid under its hood, forming a little tassel. He's stroke his skin sleeve back and forth until he went rigid, became glassy-eyed, and he'd pant as spurts of white juice erupted from his pink tip. Imitating him, I'd just jiggle my little prick, which remained soft, and it was not until a year later that I had my first intense dry orgasm that left me dazed. Now I saw him across the room at a convention, and I wasn't even sure it was him. It took only a moment to verify that he was THE Danny who had shared a room with me all those years ago, and very soon we were once more alone together in a room, across the street from the convention hall. My hotel room was on the floor above his, and we decided to go there after flipping a coin. We spoke hurriedly, exchanging information about the intervening years, as we rode up in the elevator. Neither of us had ever been married, and we didn't have any girlfriends, which led to the next step. Once inside, we disrobed quickly, and I saw that his prick still looked the same, although significantly larger than when I'd last seen it. He still had his foreskin, which half-covered his rapidly swelling glans. This made me happy, because I'd known other guys who had been circumcised by knife-happy or money-hungry doctors, if not at birth then when they were children, still too young to protest. Danny's eyes flicked to my cock, and he noted that I was still intact, with the same long, pendulous hood covering my bulging cock-head and tapering to a tight pucker beyond the glans. "Still got your skin, don't you?" he asked rhetorically. "I still got mine an' I use it a lot," he added as he began stroking his flesh back and forth. I saw his healthy pink glans emerge and swell as he drew the skin back, and a drop of clear dew appeared at the end, parting the lips of his slit. My prick was swelling even without my touching it as I watched Danny do what had fascinated me years ago. We sat side by side on the bed and Danny grasped my foreskin between two fingers, pulling on the end and stretching it far beyond the helmet. He began rolling the pucker between thumb and forefinger, making the skin slide over my sensitive tip, and within seconds my cock was hard and seeping lubricant. Danny's touch made my prick tingle, and I knew this was partly emotional because I had really liked him, and still did. This wasn't a cold sexual contact with a stranger, but a warm sharing of pleasure. Gingerly, he tested the tightness of my long foreskin, pulling back on it to expose the front of my glans. Clear lubricant oozed out over his fingers as more of the glossy wet purple dome came into view, until he had pulled the hood back right to the rim, which still lay shrouded. Danny's prick was a "grower," not a "shower," unlike some guys who have large pricks when limp but erections not much longer. Danny's prick was small when limp, and grew to full size with erection. Now, it stiffened and lengthened in my hand until it had attained a bit over six inches, about the same as mine. Because his hood was shorter than mine, it naturally drew back as his swollen glans poked its glossy nose out of it. His foreskin lay back tightly on his shaft, leaving the head completely bare. The aroma from his wet cock-head was about like mine, heavy and musky, but clean. I felt Danny's fingers tighten on my prick as he gave one last tug and stripped the foreskin right off the rim. "I'd wanted to do that before, but it wouldn't skin back," he remarked. I remembered how he had tugged at my tight foreskin which would not come off the head at that age, in contrast to Danny's hood, which was always loose and supple, and slid right off the head each time his prick got hard. The following year, my parents had taken me to the doctor for a physical examination, and my mother had come into the examination room with me while my father had remained outside reading a magazine. The doctor had had me strip completely, and while I was on the examination table he'd tried to pull my foreskin back.
"Your boy needs circumcision," he'd told my mother, and he'd signaled his nurse to begin anesthesia. She placed the black mask over my face and told me to breathe deeply. "We're going to put you to sleep for the next part of the examination," she said as I inhaled the sharp fumes. Not knowing what "circumcision" meant, I wasn't even anxious as the gas began to take effect. I was just slipping away into unconsciousness when my father stormed into the room and ordered the doctor to stop. "Hell, mine wouldn't skin back until I was 15," he said. "Let's give it a little time." He helped me off the table, and watched as I put on my clothes. Later, I realized that that had been a close call. The foreskin I adored would have been removed and thrown into the trash can if my father hadn't been there and if my mother hadn't gone out to tell him what was happening. My tender tip would have dried out and become desensitized, and I would have been deprived of the delicate sensations of foreskin stroking. Now Danny had peeled my foreskin all the way back, and it lay bunched into folds behind the high purple rim. Danny lowered his head and I felt the warmth of his lips engulfing my glans. A shiver ran through me as the sensations poured into my swollen cock-head, and i felt a throb in my cock-root as a surge of lubricant shot into my tube. "Tastes nice an' salty," Danny said as his tongue ran over the front of my glans, then down to the rim and around the groove. I bent down and kissed Danny's pink tip, tasting the delicious salty tang of his pre-cum as I took the entire head into my mouth. My tongue probed around his rim, descending to the magic triangle under the head where the gee-string was attached. This was his hot button, and Danny moaned as I licked the strip of skin in the triangular groove. Danny was working his head up and down now, his lips pumping over my cock-head's contours and bringing me closer to coming. I felt his cock-head swell and harden, losing its sponginess, as I brought him closer. Suddenly, he removed his mouth from my cock. "Let's finish off by hand," he said. "That way, we can time our orgasms better." I knew what he meant. Most of the time, it's nicer to cum one after the other, instead of both at once. That way, we can concentrate on giving the other a super-hot orgasm, instead of being caught up in our own sensations. Danny began pumping my foreskin slowly, watching as it rose over the rim and ran down the long down-hill slope to the end of my glans. Danny's foreskin remained tightly back, too short to cover any of his glans during erection. "Good thing I lube a lot," he said, as his slippery secretion ran over my clasping fingers. "I usually leave it back and do it with my hand." I pumped his prick with a rotating motion, which had him tightening his muscles within a few seconds as he anticipated the thrill of release. "You go first," I said, as I clasped his hard, swollen cock with both hands. "I'm gonna give you a snake bite." I held his glans in my upside-down left fist, while my right grasped his shaft below the head. I twisted my hands in opposite directions, stretching his nerve endings sideways to produce an overwhelming sensation that made his lips draw back from his teeth. Danny groaned, then cried out, as the sharp sensations bit into his tender tip and brought out his first stream. The white jet shot into the air, arcing down onto his stomach, as his swollen cock throbbed in my hand. His cock throbbed again and again until the last discharge just dribbled out of his pouting slit and onto my fingers. Danny took a deep breath and his body relaxed. After a couple of minutes, he recovered enough to resume pumping my foreskin up and down over my swollen tip, covering and uncovering the big purple helmet and heightening my sensations. Drops of clear lubricant poured from my tear-drop shaped opening, wetting my head and hood and running down over his encircling fingers. "Your tip's getting darker," he murmured as he continued stroking, and I could feel the final swelling that brought extra blood into my glans. My cock-rim began to itch, and then tickle, as a need to urinate filled my body. I knew I didn't have to pee, and that this was the precursor to the hot tingle that would send me over the edge in a moment. The tickle grew more intense, and spread from the rim all over my turgid helmet. Suddenly, a hot tingle filled my cock-head, traveled down to the root, and I felt the thud-thud-thud of orgasm deep inside as the first burning hot jet filled my penis and shot from the end. I threw my head back, my eyes closed, and I was lost in sensation as my body responded to Danny's stroking.
Each jet felt like a stream of hot lava, burning its way up my prick, then shooting from the lips of my tear-drop hole. I felt the hot droplets on my stomach, and groaned in sweet agony as the sensations filled my cock. Danny's fist stroked my thick hood up and down my cock-head until I'd finished shooting, then he pulled my foreskin all the way forward to protect the tip as my cock began to shrink. We lay together on the bed, enjoying the afterglow, not quite dropping off into sleep, and in less than 30 minutes we were again aroused. We were so turned on by our reunion that we were eager for sex again. This time Danny suggested another way: "Let's you go first this time. You've got a long foreskin, and I'll rub it sideways, between my hands, and I'll cum after you're finished." He kneeled on the bed next to my stomach, and clasped my rapidly stiffening prick between his palms, rubbing them back and forth quickly to twist my foreskin around the head and shaft. This made my cock hot and tingly, because I'd never experienced such intense sensations before. Danny was obviously more sexually sophisticated than I was. I clasped his prick with my right hand, noting that his foreskin was drawn tightly back from his fully erect glans, which was dribbling a steady flow of lube into my encircling fingers. I stroked him slowly up and down, running my fingers into the groove under the head, than working around his high ridge before stroking forward again to fully encase his hot tip. "I like that rubbing around the ridge," he said. Meanwhile, my prick was getting hot and super-hard with the rapidly approaching orgasm. Danny's strokes were bringing me to the edge faster than before, and he commented on it: "You'r balls are tight against your body," he said. "You'll be comin' soon." I knew he was right. It was only a matter of seconds now. The tingle in my glans spread down my shaft, and I felt my cock-root contract with the approaching release. My stomach muscles tightened, and my legs began trembling with the tension. I raised my head slightly to get a better look and saw that my purple tip, barely visible above the encircling foreskin, was streaming lubricant, and that Danny's balls were tight against his body as well. I felt a momentary tightening deep inside my cock-root, then the sharp tickle that told me I'd just released a big gob of lube. Another tickle, and the pounding of orgasm overtook me. The first shudder wracked my body as a hot jet burned its way up my tube. "You're comin," I heard Danny say in a tight voice, and I felt his prick was throbbing in my hand because he had slipped into the sweet agony of release. "You too," I whispered, as our jets poured out onto my stomach. Danny had planned to hold off but the psychic arousal of watching me cum had brought him hurtling helplessly over the brink, and now he was in spasm as I was, caught up in the joyful agony of climax. Juice gushed from his slit, some dribbling down to coat my clasping fingers as I continued to stroke his hot cock. Jet after jet poured from our hot, throbbing tips as we groaned in ecstasy. We were sharing the peak of sensation, fully aware of what the other was feeling because it was exactly what we felt. Our spasms weakened, and soon it ended, leaving us drained and dazed.
Danny leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, and to me this touch of affection was every bit as satisfying as the biological storm I'd just experienced. We fell asleep together until morning, when we separated and prepared for the next day of the convention. The next evening we got together again, disrobing once more and enjoying each other's cocks. This time Danny suggested doing it "Princeton Style," with Danny slipping his cock between my thighs. "I like the thrusting," he explained, as I slipped a condom over his rigid staff. The sheath slipped easily over his well-lubricated cock, and would protect his tender tip from hair burns, also catching the come to avoid a big clean-up afterward. After spreading a towel on the bed, I lay on my left side, raising my thigh to let Danny slip his hard cock under my balls. He began pumping slowly, letting his excitement mount at a measured pace, as he reached over me and took my hard cock between his fingers. With my ample foreskin, it would be easy for Danny to stroke me to a finish. His fist encased my long hood, slowly stripping it back until it formed a thick collar behind my well-lubricated head. Then he slipped it forward again, and I felt the thick fleshy hood caressing my tender tip all the way to the end. Danny was timing his strokes so that his cock was full-forward, the big head emerging from under my balls, as he had my foreskin all the way back off the rim. He tugged hard, to make my glans bow from tension of the gee-string, stretching my nerve endings until my cock ached for release. Slowly, our excitement built, until I felt it was impossible to last another minute without popping my load. We had decided to come together this time, because we'd both have intense orgasms this way. I knew I was getting there, and Danny felt it was well. "You're tip's getting bigger," he said, and it's harder than before too. You're gettin' close." I felt him skin it back all the way as he thrust hard between my thighs. He peered over my shoulder and said; "I can see it's got darker, too. Right now it's really dark purple, and the ridge is almost black. You're ready to pop your load." He swept my hood forward again, stimulating the nerve endings, and I felt the cum gathering in my cock-root as my glans began to tingle. I wanted him to cum with me, and I reached down to press my fingers into the underside of his thrusting cock. I caught him under the head as he thrust forward, hitting his hot button as my fingers pressed into his magic triangle under the head, where his nerve-rich gee-string connected with the glans. Danny groaned as his fist stripped my foreskin back hard, and I felt his stomach slam into my ass as he reacted reflexively, straining to reach orgasm. His cock slipped back between my thighs, and Danny pulled my fleshy hood up over my tip once more, bringing me right to the edge. Now he pulled back hard on my supple skin as he slammed his straining body against mine, and I felt his engorged tip ride over my fingers as he groaned loudly. It all happened at once. My bare glans throbbed with the first spasm as the hot jet shot up my tube. Danny's cock throbbed between my thighs as my fingers pressed into his nerve endings and brought on his orgasmic convulsion. Although I couldn't see it, I knew his condom was filling with cream as his cock shot load after load. My spurts shot out onto the towel as Danny stroked the foreskin over my swollen helmet, and our bodies strained together as we slipped into the seventh heaven of hot ecstasy. Both Danny and I cried out, helpless as we shot jet after jet, trapped in the free-fall of orgasm. Danny's cock throbbed between my thighs, and my cock shot another load with me watching the swollen purple helmet as Danny skinned it back hard and made it dip. Another load burned its way up my tube to spurt from the tear-drop orifice in my glans, and I knew that Danny's condom was filled with hot cream bathing his glans. My tip was becoming super-sensitive, almost painful to touch, yet I yearned for more friction as Danny's hot fist jerked my straining hood back and forth. I knew Danny's cock-head must also be super-sensitive, because he slowed his thrusts. I wanted him to shoot every drop he had in him so I stabbed my fingers harder into the sensitive spot under his glans, making him yelp and feeling him throb in response as he drained his juices into the condom. Danny skinned me back hard, very hard, stretching my nerve endings and making my glossy dark purple tip shoot another load onto the towel. The next pulse was much weaker, and I knew it was ending for me. Danny had almost stopped, and it was clear it was the end for him, as well. We remained in the post-orgasmic daze until we both fell asleep. Next day, we headed for home, as the convention was over. As it turned out, we only lived about 100 miles apart, and were able to arrange many meetings since. The End