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From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
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PRECUM
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com


I'd been very busy during the last few weeks, and
hadn't had time or even 
inclination to take care of myself as I usually do, so
I had not cum for about 
three weeks. That day, I was having lunch with some
friends in a restaurant, 
when I had to urinate. I went to the men's room,
skinned my hood back far enough 
to clear the pee-hole, and relaxed my sphincter to let
the flow begin. After I 
was through, I milked the last drops from my prick and
put it back inside my 
pants. Then I felt a tickle in my cock-root, and
droplets seeping through my 
tube. I unzipped and pulled out my cock, and saw a
large glob of thick fluid 
emerge from the end of my thick, nippled foreskin to
fall onto the floor. I 
realized that if I had not had my foreskin to catch
it, the juice would have 
made a large wet spot on my pants. 
I felt more fluid seeping up my tube, and grabbed a
paper towel as I milked it 
down. A big milky drop emerged, and my first thought
was "pus." However, the 
next glob was clear, and so was the one after that. I
milked my shaft and sopped 
up the fluid until I was satisfied that I wouldn't wet
my clothing, and went 
back to join my companions. I realized that I'd had an
inadvertent release 
during waking hours, like the release of pressure a
wet dream provides, but 
without the thrill. My prick had been soft all through
the experience, as well. 
In any case, most of what I'd seeped was prostatic
fluid, not semen, and I was 
way overdue for relief.
The moment I got home that evening, I took off my
clothes and lay a large towel 
on my bed before I proceeded to give myself relief. I
was lying propped up on 
the bed as I slowly stroked my cock to orgasm,
confident that however hard I 
sprayed, I wouldn't leave my sheets damp and sticky. I
began by squeezing the 
head through its thick hood, feeling the answering
throbs in my cock-root and 
enjoying the slow engorgement that followed. My shaft
and glans swelled to fill 
up my foreskin, and I saw the corona prominently
visible through the covering 
hood. I felt a tickle deep inside, and the slow,
sensual feeling of drops of 
pre-cum crawling up my tube. Within a minute, my glans
was awash with lubricant 
inside my hood, and I felt it sloshing around as I
squeezed the foreskin again 
and again. 
I felt a tingle in my glans and shaft, telling me that
I urgently needed an 
ejaculation, and I decided to pull my foreskin all the
way back, revealing the 
purple Darth Vader helmet that tops my shaft. Released
from its fleshy envelope, 
the head swelled fully, and I saw that the pee-hole
had pouted into the 
tear-drop shape that comes with erection. A drop of
penile dew filled it, then 
swelled and dribbled off onto the glans. 
I gently rubbed a fingertip around my rim, savoring
the slow, delicate 
sensation, knowing that I could hold back for only so
long before the force of 
nature overtook me and I'd be shooting jet after
streaming jet onto my stomach. 
More clear juice flowed, and I took a deep breath,
concentrating to keep my 
pelvic muscles relaxed. Now I began pulling back
gently on my foreskin, because 
touching the glans directly would have sent me
blasting off within seconds. 
Instead, I stretched the nerve endings in my inverted
foreskin, drawing back 
harder until the tug of my gee-string pulled my glans.

By this time, my purple cock-head had become even
darker with engorged blood, 
and the rim had swollen and flared even more, ready
for the final moment. I 
stroked forward slowly, gently bumping my foreskin
against the rim, then pulled 
back again, enjoying every subtle sensation. More
pre-cum emerged from my 
engorged tip, and I felt the build-up of sensation
deep inside as my crotch 
muscles began contracting despite my best efforts. 
Another drop emerged as my pelvic muscles contracted
slowly, ready for the long 
forward leap into orgasm, and this time I saw the drop
was milky. I took a deep 
breath and relaxed, just holding my prick, until the
spasm had passed. I bumped 
my ridge again, then pulled back hard, producing
another spasm deep inside that 
expelled another drop. My cock-root contracted again,
a little milky jet erupted 
from my tear-drop, and I knew I was on my way.
I cried out as a huge spasm enveloped my cock-root and
pelvis, making my hips 
come up off the bed, and a hot powerful jet shot up my
tube to burst from my tip 
and shoot ten inches into the air. Now I was totally
caught up in it, my cock 
throbbing hard in my fist and my eyes closing as I was
overwhelmed with 
sensation. I kept my cock skinned back as throb after
throb filled it. Three 
weeks' worth of cum was bursting from my cock in just
a few seconds, and my 
entire body quivered in delight. My joyful groans
filled the room as I thrashed 
on the bed, spurting until I felt empty. I lay back
and relaxed again, dizzy 
from the biological storm that had just wracked my
body.
I got up, gathered the towel, and went into the
bathroom for a shower. I soaped 
myself thoroughly, washing away the sweat that had
covered me. When I got to my 
dick, I stripped back my foreskin to rinse away the
lubricant and wads of cum 
that remained, but the moment the hot water hit my
glans, My cock began swelling 
again. I felt a powerful itch in the corona, telling
me I needed relief again, 
as I began scratching the itch by stroking my foreskin
up and down. 
I used long strokes, savoring the delicious feelings
as my thick, tight hood 
caressed the swollen glans first up, then down, on
each trip. I tightened my 
grip, compressing the corona each time the foreskin
bumped over it, but I still 
needed more stimulation. It was hard to believe, but
only minutes after shooting 
a tremendous load, I was worked up again and had to
have release. 
I was breathing hard, bent over, as my fist enclosed
my prick with a hard grip, 
my mind concentrating on the beautiful sensations and
anticipating orgasm. I 
wasn't trying to relax and make it last: now I was
pumping with frenzied 
strokes, giving in completely to the biological need
to spew my cum as quickly 
as possible. I wasn't even trying to relax my crotch
muscles, and I felt the 
tightening with joyful anticipation.
I was groaning and grunting, and bending forward and
back in rhythm to the 
strokes. My mind and body were entirely focused on
bringing on the cum, and I 
felt drops of lubricant flowing up my tube. Now I held
my breath as I 
straightened up for a moment, and felt my insides let
go. A heavy throb filled 
my prick as the first hot jet burned its way up my
cock to shoot into the flow 
of shower water and was washed down the drain. I bent
over again as another gush 
erupted from my hot, swollen glans, and I cried out in
agonized ecstasy. 
My cock throbbed again as I sagged against the tile
wall, helpless and totally 
absorbed in the delicious sensations in my prick,
loving every moment as I shot 
and shot again, jets spraying my legs, feet, and
dribbles flowing over my 
encircling fingers. I stroked my foreskin forward
again, then stripped it back 
hard, baring the head so that I could see the next
white stream erupting. A hot 
thrill ran from my throbbing glans back through my
prick and up my spine, making 
me weak as I slowly sank to the floor of the shower.
Now a few weaker spasms 
made me shudder, until I was still and my prick had
stopped spurting. I felt my 
cock soften in my hand, and I put an arm out to brace
myself as I got to my 
feet. 
I rinsed the cum off my prick, and replaced the
protective cover over the red 
and inflamed head. Turning off the water, I dried off
and climbed into bed, 
confident that this had been the final time that
night. 

The end
 




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