Mutual Oral By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
When I was in my early 20s, my friend Paul and I had oral sex right after my divorce. Almost 40 years ago, we were very innocent and the expression "safe sex" was unknown. Sex between Maryann and myself had never been as enjoyable as I thought it should be, mainly because of lousy foreplay. I didn't like the way she handled my cock, stripping the foreskin back and rubbing it hard on the sensitive tip with her dishpan hands. She wasn't all that happy with my performance in bed, either, and we parted after only a couple of years. I'd married her before I'd decided that sex with another man was more enjoyable than sex with a woman. Paul and I had been working for the same company for a couple of years, and we'd often done things with our wives as a foursome. Maryann and I had Paul and Helen over for dinner, or we'd go out on picnics or to movies and plays. After the divorce, Paul and Helen still welcomed me at their house, and even tried to fix me up with single women they knew. That week, Paul's wife was in Boston visiting relatives, and as both of us were "batching it," we had dinner together almost every evening. The first four days, we ate in restaurants and then went to our respective homes, but Friday evening Paul invited me to his house, suggesting we have a few drinks. He said I could even sleep over if I became too tired or drunk to drive. That sounded attractive, and I accepted his offer. I parked next to his car in his double carport, and he ushered me inside. The first thing he did was to offer me a beer, which I gratefully accepted. "Helen and I were really sorry about it when you and Maryann broke up," he said, looking at me sympathetically. He took another sip from his bottle. "Well, don't feel too sorry for me," I replied. We didn't have much of a relationship, emotionally or physically." "I guess it's like that with lots of people," Paul said. "Helen and I screw only about once a month. The rest of the time I jack off or do something else. I go my way and she goes hers." "I'm a bit surprised to hear that," I said. I had the impression you were an ideal couple." I realized that, just because Paul and Helen were a handsome couple, that they must be a perfect couple. I was young then, and still held certain stereotypes. "I'm all hot and sweaty. Maybe you are, too. Feel like taking a shower?" he asked, abruptly. I really needed a shower, and was glad he'd asked, as I never would have on my own. We got up and proceeded towards the bedroom, which had an adjoining bath. Paul took his clothes off quickly, without wasted motion, and without a shred of modesty. I saw that he had the same slim build as I, although he was a couple of inches shorter than my six feet. He had a thin face with dark hair and eyes, and pointed chin, and not much body hair except in the pubic area. I stripped down more slowly, but was equally naked a few seconds after he'd finished. Our eyes were drawn to each other's crotches, and we stood wordlessly appraising each other. I saw that Paul's limp cock was about the same size as mine, with a similarly shaped bulge at the end, under his thin foreskin. His hood came just to the end of the head, with an opening smaller than a dime, while my long and thick hood dangled well beyond the end of my glans, allowing lots of room for growth when I got a hard-on. He turned and led me into the bathroom. "You're my guest, so you go first, he said. There isn't room for both in that shower." I nodded and obeyed, turning on the water and soaping myself down thoroughly, especially in the armpits, groin, and the crack of my ass. Then I rinsed off, drawing back my foreskin all the way to make sure I washed off any piss residue and other secretions from under my hood. As I stepped out, I heard Paul say: Does your skin go back all the way so you can clean?" I answered affirmatively as he handed me a towel before stepping into the shower himself. I dried myself off without hurrying, and Paul was out of the shower in only a minute. He began drying himself, and we stood there facing each other. It was involuntary, but we both began getting hard. Our eyes met, and Paul said: "I'm horny as hell. Helen and I haven't done it in two weeks." "Well, what about me?" I replied. "I haven't had sex since Maryann moved out, months ago." "Ever done it with a guy?" he asked. "That's what I meant when I said we go our own ways." "Oh, yeah, I've had jack-offs with other guys every now and then," I replied, adding; "I gotta tell you, Paulie, I enjoy it better when a guy handles my cock than a woman. Guys know what to do." I surprised myself by my impulsive frankness, but there was no point in acting coy since Paul had been so candid with me. "I feel that same way, Jack. Helen is nice in her own way, but I'm sure you could give me a better hand job than she could, any day, especially since you've got skin, too. I think a guy who's uncut has an advantage in knowing how to handle someone else's uncut dick." "I guess you called it right," I added. "I found it's just the way you said." Paul took me by the arm and led me to the bed, where I lay down, wondering what came next. When Paul returned from the linen closet with several towels in his arms, I had a pretty good idea and, frankly, I looked forward to it. "I said you're sleeping here tonight, but we'll have to share this bed. I hope you don't mind." I nodded, and said: "No, I don't mind at all. I think it'll be just fine." We were more than half-hard by now, and Paul's skin had slipped back halfway down his head, revealing a large juicy dome, parted by a teardrop shaped opening, just like mine. I could see by the outline of his ridge under the remaining foreskin that he had a helmet type head, just like mine. He may have read my thoughts, because he said: "Your tip looks a lot like mine, but you've got twice as much skin. Let me see your cock-head." My cock was swelling fast, but the big head remained completely covered. I pulled the hood back, and it retracted easily because of the resistance from my almost hard prick. The head popped into view, purple, wet, and glossy, and I saw Paul's eyes fix on it. He reached out to touch my prick, putting two fingers on the thick roll of foreskin behind the ridge, and gently eased it forward. His light touch felt electric, and my cock-root throbbed as a drop of lubricant started crawling up my tube. Paul's fingers had pushed the foreskin almost to the end of my glans, and at that moment I felt a light tickle at the opening as the clear fluid oozed out. "That's nice," he said, as he reached out with his other hand, one finger extended to pick up the drop of clear lube from my prick. Putting his finger to his mouth, he licked the drop off with his tongue. "Tastes nice, too. I think it's a lot like mine, although I can tell it's a bit different. Salty, but different." Paul looked into my eyes, and I looked back, enjoying the intimate mutual exploration. I reached for his cock, now full-hard, with big purple helmet in full view. Paul's skin was fully back, and if I hadn't seen his foreskin over the end, I'd think he was circumcised. Of course, there was no brown scar ring, but his skin was all inverted on his shaft. Erect, his cock was about six inches, while mine was almost seven with full erection. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pulled the skin forward, watching it stretch as it resisted my tugging. I was able to half cover his cock-head before the skin began slipping from my grasp. "That's about as far as it comes forward for me, too," he said. "I can't hit more than half the head with it when I jerk off. If I want a really good stroke on the head, I have to use a condom, or else skin back all the way and use Intensive care lotion. Now that really feels good." As he'd been speaking, I'd noticed a drop of viscous clear lubricant fill the teardrop at the end of his head. I felt both bold and horny, and I bent forward, closer to his cock. The fresh man-smell filled my nostrils, and I took a deep breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Paul watching avidly, perhaps wondering what I'd do next. I didn't leave him in any doubt. I leaned forward and licked the lube from his beautiful cock-head with my tongue, and felt Paul's shaft jerk between my fingers as my tongue touched his sensitive tip. Looking up at him, I said: "You're right. Our lubes do taste a lot alike. I like yours too." We eased into a sixty-nine position, because Paul wanted to wrap his lips around my cock, and I felt the tip of his tongue probe the opening of my foreskin, working its way inside and reaching into the recesses. I slipped my lips over Paul's big purple tip, letting them slide up the head, until they were around his flaring rim. My tongue-tip tickled his orifice, and I tasted more of his lubricant emerging. Paul had reached the groove behind my cock-head with his tongue, and was sliding the tip back and forth around the rim, caressing the nerve endings. I began sucking harder on his glans, running my tongue all over the broad upper surface, and I heard him moan in delight. Now I grasped his cock-skin firmly and began stretching it back, putting tension on his thin gee-string as I strummed it with my tongue. Fluid kept flowing from the end of his prick, coating my tongue and the entire inside of my mouth with its slipperiness. I saw his balls in front of my eyes, and had watched avidly as the wrinkled sac contracted with Paul's mounting excitement. Now they were tight against his body, and I smelled the sweat coming from them as our bodies heated up. Paul had stopped sucking on my prick as his mounting excitement gripped him, and now I felt his glans swell in my mouth as the ridge expanded and became less resilient. I scraped the nerve endings in his ridge with my teeth, knowing this would send an electric thrill down his cock. Suddenly, I felt his swollen cock throb and thrust into the back of my throat, and I felt an urge to swallow. His cock throbbed again, and more juice poured from his tip into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, as the heavy tastes of salt and chlorine pervaded my mouth. Paul grunted loudly with each thrust, and I increased the suction on his throbbing tip. Paul came and came again, mindlessly thrusting and shooting ribbons of sperm into my hot mouth, as I did my best to give him a heavenly feeling. After he'd drained himself, he sighed and said; "Thanks. That was wonderful. Helen never gives me a thrill like that." His softening cock slipped from between my lips, and I licked the thick white residue from his head and foreskin, pulling the hood forward to cover and protect his tender tip. I felt him grasp my shaft, and realized that I was still rock-hard. If he hadn't stopped when he had, I would have blasted my juice as well, enthralled by orgasm, and maybe been unable to give him as much of a thrill as I had. However, now my responsibility was over, and I could relax and enjoy the ride while he made my prick come. I relaxed and lay on my back as Paul's lips once more touched my hot tip, parting to engulf its compound curves, and tightened on my flaring ridge. He was holding my foreskin tightly back, putting tension on my gee-string and tugging at the nerve endings within it, making sure I was getting more than one type of stimulation. Although I was trying to remain relaxed, almost everything he did made my cock-root throb, and I knew that a steady stream of lubricant was flowing from my tip. I felt his tongue probe my dilated orifice, sending ripples of sensation down my cock, and I felt my ball-sac tighten as it responded to my increasing arousal. Now Paul stroked my hood fully up over the head, engulfing his tongue tip as well as my hot swollen glans. He probed the delicate inner surface of my thick hood, then snapped it back behind the ridge as his lips wrapped around my swollen corona. He twisted his
head on my cock, and I felt a throb in my cock-root. Electric sensations rushed to my brain as the heavy pounding of orgasm began in my cock-root, sending the first rush of boiling fluid up my shaft. It felt like hot lava, burning its way up my tube, tickling the orifice as it poured through to fill his mouth. My eyes closed as I began to cry out, lost in the throes of orgasm, helpless as my cock poured load after load into Paul's mouth, hot sensations numbing my mind. My prick throbbed and jerked, from root to engorged head, as Paul's teeth scraped lightly down the entire upper surface, from rim to tip. Now he scraped the underside, from the twin lobes, up the taut gee-string, and back to the inverted foreskin behind the head, sending messages of delight into my tender tissues. I was flat on the bed, arms and legs spread, totally vulnerable as my body responded to his touch. I felt Paul's tongue again probe my distended teardrop between gushes, while his lips remained tightly wrapped behind my rim, pressing against the nerve endings. My hot tip throbbed again, but more weakly this time, and I knew it would be over soon. My cock dribbled a few more drops into Paul's mouth, and I felt my body relax as I came back to full consciousness. "Thanks. That really got to me, Paul. You really made my prick shoot. We've got to do this again." "How about in the morning?" he replied with a smile.
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