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Master Jacker - Part 5
Four rounds into intimate experiences with my circle of closest friends, my head was starting to spin. My skin was both tingling with energy and a bit crusty in places with a mixture of my cum and Chase's. Was this all a dream?
Wet dreams were extremely rare occurrences for me, but I feared that I might be in one and that I might wake up to find that the amazing realities I was living out in the moment were just illusions. A literal pinch of my skin didn't make my current reality fade, so I pressed ahead. Four down. Two more to go.
As I stepped back out into the main room my friend Collin sprung up. "I'm next," he declared. "I'm tired of waiting."
Collin stood out in our group for several reasons. First, his accent. He was born in Ireland and words like "mate" and "wank" were still natural parts of his vernacular. Then, there was his age. The transition from the Irish schools to the US ones created a dynamic where he was about one year older than the rest of us. That contributed to his size, as did his passion for rugby and the body type that the sport precipitates. Then, there was, perhaps, the most significant difference that distinguished him from most of the rest of the group, but not me.
Collin was the only one who, like me, was sporting the full original equipment of an uncut dick. With hippie parents like mine, of course I was uncut. But before Collin arrived, that was a bit uncomfortable as I was the only uncut guy our friends knew. While that made my junk a focus of some interest, it was also a bit isolating. I felt like an outsider. When Collin arrived, that feeling of isolation vanished for me. I was no longer the only one with all natural junk and Collin's testimony that most guys in Europe were also uncut made our physical differences from our "mates" less of a minority position.
Anyhow, back to Collin. I'm sure you got a partial mental picture of him when I said he played rugby. He had the typical build -- larger, bulked up, huge legs. Oh, and then, in stereotypical Irish fashion, he was red-headed with the correspondingly colored pubes, another cause for fascination when we were younger.
With all of these differences, it's a good thing for Collin that he had a decent amount of self-confidence. He wasn't cocky, but his differences didn't dent his self-concept, likely bolstered by the fact that he was the second oldest brother of 5 (Catholic family) so he wasn't the only ginger with an uncut dick in his house.
As Collin entered my room, things with him moved along at an average speed. He didn't require as much prompting as Ben, but he also didn't immediately drop trou like Chase. He simply awaited instructions and promptly replied meaning that in nearly no time this rugby bro was naked and in my bed.
With all of his brothers around, merely being naked in front of another guy was no impetus at all for Collin to bone up. In fact, boning up or not boning up, as the case may be, was an issue for me. I'd just shot a massive load frotting with Chase and my johnson needed to catch a breath before another round.
There was no way around it, I had to level with Collin about part of this. "Hey, bud, listen. Four rounds in the pressure was getting me and I kinda accidently shot one off when Chase was in here. So, I can't really demo strokes for you like I'd hoped. Are you cool if I just perform them on you?"
Collin seemed a bit taken aback and I was afraid I had tanked things but, after an awkward pause, he shrugged his huge shoulders and said, "Whatever, mate. It's cool for me. Less work on my part if you do the wanking, right?"
In my mind, I expected the session with Collin to be fairly a fairly standard and rather vanilla one for tonight -- some simple demoing of "wanking" techniques, much like with Chad. But two things made this session different. One came from me, the other from Collin.
Let's start with what I brought to the dynamic. As I began to work Collin's cock, I slowly became more and more transfixed by his uncut tool. I know that sounds crazy as I'm uncut as well, but because so many videos out there include cut guys and because my eyes were more often locked on a computer screen rather than on my own junk, I wasn't that accustomed to really looking up close at a completely natural man tool.
Not only was Collin's cock uncut, it was also just a beautiful piece of meat. It wasn't the largest among our buds, but it was nothing small. It was just very nicely shaped, and then there were those ginger pubes. As I was giving him a hand job, I was transfixed by the sheer natural beauty of a full and complete foreskin -- visible veins and all -- sliding back and forth over a flared, leaking head. It was a beautiful sight of completely natural manhood.
Then, there was Collin's part, his response. He really got into being pleasured. As I worked him, with my prompting he relaxed more, spread his legs, closed his eyes, and even went so far as to fold his arms back up behind his head. He was completely and utterly open to begin pleasured. He was presenting his erect penis to be worked over fully with no hesitation or shame and I had no problem with that.
Remembering some things I'd seen in some tantric massage videos, I sat between Collin's spread legs. The room was warm and his balls dropped low. I worked them lightly with my hands for a while. Using plenty of massage oil, I then began to run my hands up his shaft slowly to the head, alternating hands, and strokes, and pressure. His cock and whole body responded, surging at the touch.
As this went on it became apparent that Collin wasn't just open to being pleasured, he was down for being edged. Initially, as he approached any possible orgasm, he'd direct me. "Ease off, mate. Let's take this a while." But, over time, I learned to read the signs. Collin no longer had to say anything. I saw it in the body, his face, his balls, and, mostly, in his beautiful cock. I became aware of changes in pressure there as Collin went from erect to engorged, an edge that I led him along. Then, when I saw his balls rise up some, I knew it was time to back off.
Slowly, something about the dynamics shifted. At first, Collin, sitting back with his hands casually behind his head and his manhood proudly presented for pleasuring represented a dynamic where he was in control. It was almost a bit cocky. But, as I masterfully worked his member, control was slowly and unquestionably transferring to me.
Collin was no longer merely presenting himself to be pleasured, he was being pleasured at my will, through my contact, under my control. He was in my hands, figuratively and literally. He enjoyed relinquishing this control and I relished in assuming it. If I'd wanted to I'm pretty sure I could have gotten him to beg for or admit anything.
Words and utterances ceased as we spent a prolonged period of time communicating purely through non-verbal and physical signs. His eyes were closed, but his facial expressions spoke volumes as he went between relaxation, pleasure, extreme excitement, and an urge to ejaculate that could almost be perceived as pain. At points, I was able to bring him so close to the edge that he squirmed and whimpered. Yes, I was in absolute control of this big, rugby guy.
As the tension and pressure to cum grew for Collin, I would get him as close to the edge as possible, then withdraw any contact and watch him arch his back begging to release. The sight of his fully erect and natural penis at absolute attention was so hot. I kept at it for a while and then, finally, when I withdrew and he was squirming, I placed my hands back on his member and performed a few slow, tight strokes across the shaft and head that brought him up to the edge and then, ever so slowly, I took him over it into absolute bliss.
While I was prepared to see Collin shoot, I wasn't prepared for the scale of the load that erupted from my friend. It was thick, ropey, and voluminous. It first splattered his face and my pillow, then I heard near thuds of shots hitting his broad chest. Then, finally, it oozed down my hand which was still on his member as a continuing flow eventually covering his ginger pubes and running down his sides. And all of this was accompanied by unfettered cries of "Fuck, mate! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!!" from Collin.
As reality returned, Collin found himself covered in sweat and jiz. I got up and went for a bath towel, no hand towel or washcloth would be sufficient for this cleanup. When I returned, Collin had not moved. He was still recovering and almost unable to speak or move.
I let him just lay there as I softly wiped his seed from his chest and groin. He then looked square at me, still unable to speak. I placed one hand tenderly on his square jaw to steady his face as I wiped the remaining jiz from his cheek and neck in a moment of intimate connection that I completely had not expected. I had provided some powerful service to my friend in the release he's felt.
Finally, Collin seemed to be regaining his full senses. He swallowed to clear his throat and hoarsely and quietly said, "Fuk, mate. That was awesome. I didn't expect it to be so insanely good. Thank you." Then, the largest and possibly strongest of all of my friends struggled to stand and put on his shorts and I kept a hand on him to make sure he didn't topple.
Finally, with his shorts and a t-shirt on, it was time for him to step back out to the main room. We approached the door and Collin hesitated for a moment and stopped. He turned to face me with a partially dazed look in his eyes, and said, "I'm gonna have to experience that again, soon. Can we? Without all the others knowing?"
"Sure, bud. It's cool. I'd really like that," I replied.
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