Mutual Discovery By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I'd met Mark at a party, and we immediately took a liking to each other. We discovered that we were both 30, both divorced, and both horny. We'd had a couple of drinks together when he said: "I'd sure like to get to know you better." The fervency of his tone, and the way his blue eyes stared into my brown ones, left little doubt about what he meant. "Where do you live?" I asked. "Across town," he replied. "I live only a few blocks from here. We'd be better off going to my place." He immediately agreed, and we left the party, each taking his car until he pulled up behind me in my driveway. Inside, we proceeded to the kitchen, where I pulled two bottles of Beck's from the refrigerator. I saw that Mark was exactly my height, but blond instead of brown-haired. We sat at the table. "I really want to know what you're like," he said. "I'm all for that, and I'd like to see what you're like too." "Without the clothes?" he asked with a smile. There was no doubt now. "Exactly. Without the clothes," I replied. We finished our beers and I led him to my unmade queen size bed. I began shucking my clothes without a word, and saw that he was stripping too. Mark was solidly built, with a thick blond pubic bush, out of which protruded a neat, symmetrical tube of flesh, through which I could see the end of his pink glans, parted by a thin slit. "Man, you've got lots of foreskin," he said as he scrutinized my pubic area. "It's a lot longer then mine." I knew he meant that my long foreskin extended beyond the glans, forming a thick nipple. "Go ahead, touch it if you want," I offered. Mark reached out, grasping the nipple and stretching it out, and I reciprocated by squeezing the head of his cock rhythmically through the skin. I knew this would make his cock-root throb, and I worked his prick until it was fully hard. Meanwhile, my cock had engorged with blood and we studied each other's hard pricks. "Hey, your skin still covers the head," he said. We both saw that his cock-head had pushed through its fleshy sleeve, which now encircled the rim of his glans like a collar. "I'm glad we're both uncut," I said. "I think it's more fun to be uncut. That skin gives me a lot of room for long slow strokes." "Mine too, although it's not as long as yours." I pulled his foreskin forward, stretching it over the head, and saw it draw back immediately when I released it. Mark's fingers eased my long sleeve back from the head of my cock, and we studied the differences in our tips. "You've got a big head, like mine," he said. "It looks like a fireman's helmet, and that flaring ridge is very sexy." He stroked my foreskin forward, and when he let go it stayed over the head. "Yours is pink; mine is purple," I commented. "Yours also has a sexy flare to the ridge. I really like that." I ran my index finger lightly around his rim, making him draw his breath in sharply. "My tip's very sensitive," he said. "Is yours the same way?" He pushed back my hood to bare the glans and pressed his index finger into the hot spot under the head. I shivered. "You bet it is," I said. "Our tips are always covered, and that keeps them sensitive." We sat side by side on the bed, and our hand gravitated to each other's crotches. "Your balls are tight against your body. Mine are low-hangers." Mark cupped my balls, and I gathered his loose scrotum in one hand, fingertips pressing into the tender flesh behind them. "Do yours draw up when you're really excited?" I asked. My fingertips felt his cock-root throb each time I squeezed the head of his hard cock. "Oh, yeah, they do." Mark's other hand drew my foreskin up over the naked head, then pushed it back again, making me quiver in excitement. "That feels so nice when you do that," I said, then leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. I felt Mark's tongue pushing between my lips, and it slipped past my parted teeth and probed my mouth. Then I pulled away. "Man, you really love kissing," he said. His warm fingers kept pushing my long fleshy sleeve up and down my shaft, engulfing the big helmet, then baring it as he pushed the skin back. I wrapped my fist around his shaft to push the foreskin forward, then loosened my grip to let it slip back off the head, watching it snap into the deep groove behind his flaring corona. "I want to watch you come," I said as I pushed him back on the bed. "Let me do you first, so I can see everything, your face, your prick, all of it." Mark moaned loudly as my encircling fingers worked the foreskin up over his swollen tip again. His balls drew up tightly against his crotch, and I knew I was reaching him. "Yeah, do it to me, and then I'll do you." I continued to work his foreskin up and down, but this time I kept my grip, drawing his foreskin back tightly on the down-stroke because I knew that would stretch the nerve endings in his foreskin and gee-string. "It's good that you're uncut too," he whispered. "You know exactly what feels good on my prick." His breathing had deepened, and I knew he was getting close. I felt his fingers relax on my prick, and a moment later they released it as he concentrated on the delicious sensations in his groin. "Relax, and I'll make your beautiful prick feel good." I increased my pace, and watched his face contort as waves of sensation poured into him. I felt his hot hard tip expanding under my fingers, and saw it turn reddish as it engorged with more blood. Clear fluid seeped from his orifice, coating the red head, lubricating his foreskin, and running down over my encircling fingers. I felt his cock-root throb hard, and saw his eyes close as the mind-numbing sensations overwhelmed him. I knew he was on the brink, and I gave his foreskin a hard tug down to bare his swollen head and launch his climax. HUNHH, HUNHH, HUNHH," he cried as his shaft and glans throbbed hard, and I saw a gush of thick white cream shoot from his tip onto his stomach. His hips bucked, and another hot torrent erupted from the engorged red glans. He writhed on the bed as his prick sent another torrent arcing onto his stomach. I kept pumping his foreskin, drawing several more spurts from his throbbing tip, until I felt he was becoming too sensitive to continue stroking him. Now I skinned him back completely, watching the naked red glans seep its lst discharges, until he became utterly still. "You really pumped out a load," I said as I released his still throbbing prick and reached for a towel to wipe the cream from his stomach. I sopped up the puddles of discharge, then worked the towel up his shaft, wiping away the sticky white fluid. I lightly touched the rough towel to his still hard tip, and saw him quiver. "That's so sensitive," he moaned. I drew his foreskin up in a milking motion, forcing the last drops from his slit, where they dripped onto the towel. Now his prick was at rest, beginning to soften, and I let it flop onto his stomach. He opened his eyes and smiled at me as he got up on one elbow. "Now I'll make you come," he said. "Now I want to watch you." He pushed me flat as he grasped my hard cock, sliding the long foreskin back to bare the helmet. I knew that he'd be able to give all his attention to making me come, now that he'd had his orgasm. I lay back to enjoy the treatment. "Man, you've got a long skin," he said as he continued to pump it up and down my big purple helmet. "Think it might fit over my head?" "We can try it next time," I suggested. "I'd love to feel you shoot your load inside my skin." Mark's fingers tightened on my shaft, and he pumped the fleshy hood faster over my straining cock-head. "It's turning darker purple," he said. "You're really close, I know." I knew. I knew that my mind was shutting down, as all my attention focused on the heightened sensations in my cock. I felt my crotch muscles tighten, and my legs began trembling as the crisis neared. "AAAAHHHHHHH," I said as the sensations peaked. I was helpless in his hands, and I felt him pump my foreskin ruthlessly to drive me over the edge. My glans was so swollen that it ached, needing release, and my stomach muscles tightened as the moment approached. MY eyes closed. "You're there!" he exclaimed as a hot tingle began in my cock-rim, and I felt the hot waves of orgasm fill me. A heavy pumping in my cock-root launched the first hot gush up my tube, burning its way to spurt out of my glans. I cried out in eager, joyful agony as the delicious torture began, sending hot jets burning their way up my hot, throbbing prick. I was writhing helplessly as my cock continued to throb, the foreskin producing compelling and delicious friction as Mark stroked it over my cock-head. I cried out helplessly, tumbling in space, disoriented by the mind-numbing sensations as my cock gushed repeatedly. Now I felt the sensations slackening, the throbs becoming weaker, but Mark continued to pump my foreskin extracting every possible sensation from my tortured prick. Finally, he stopped, leaving the foreskin covering the too-sensitive head, and I began to relax. "Wow, that was intense," I said as I opened my eyes. I saw Mark smiling down at me. "Man, I really enjoyed watching you come," he said. "You were really into it, and you were yelling and moaning each time you shot." I saw that my stomach was covered with my discharges, and watched as Mark wiped them away with the towel. He milked my prick through the thick foreskin, and the residue seeped from the thick pucker. "Thanks so much, it was so intense." I relaxed on the bed until Mark lay down beside me again. I reached for his hand. When's next time going to be?" he asked. "I'd really like to feel your skin over my tip." "Sooner than you think."
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