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From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Circle Jerk, M/M, Con, 1/1
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Circle Jerk

by Jackinnm@yahoo.com

     I'd been on an Internet chat site for several
months, and the guy I'd formed the closest attachment
with was "Naturalman," (real name Bob) whose handle
denoted that he was uncut, like me. We'd cyber-jacked
a few times, then gotten into fantasy as well. Fantasy
had the advantage that anything went, because "safe
sex" was irrelevant. This Saturday afternoon I lay
back in my recliner, with glycerin lube and lots of
paper towels, and began another fantasy:
     We'd decided to meet at a hotel in the mid-West
this time, and when I arrived I asked for Bob's room.
He hugged me as I slipped in, and I saw he was already
bare. It was a hot day, and I quickly stripped down,
giving him a good look at me. Bob had the better
build, as he worked out regularly, although at 5'7" he
was quite a bit shorter than my 6'2". 
     It didn't matter when we sat on the bed facing
each other, our hooded pricks arcing above our tight
scrotums. I noticed a large sparkling drop of cock-dew
filling the pucker of his foreskin. He shaved his
balls, unlike me, and I cupped them in my left hand
because I knew how much this turned him on. 
     The outline of his sexy helmet-shaped cock-head
was very visible through the long wrinkled hood, and I
grasped the end between two fingers. His fingers
lightly brushed my cock, and I gasped as a hot tingle
shot through my penis. He squeezed my bulging glans
through its covering, making my cock-root throb in
response.
      We both became hard and watched as his hood drew
partly back from his big bulging head. My long thick
foreskin nipple vanished, but the bulky purple helmet
remained covered, with only a small opening in the
hood revealing the promise underneath. My prick
pointed straight at his face.
     "Your slit's like a teardrop now that it's hard,"
he said, as he gently jiggled the hood back and forth
over the slippery dome. I saw the wrinkles in his
foreskin smooth out as the hood stretched over his
head. Our cocks were about the same length: mine
exactly six inches and his slightly shorter. My
cock-head was also slightly bulkier than his. The lips
of his slit pouted, as a clear drop forced them apart.
     With the partial uncovering of our cock-heads,
the strong, masculine odor of wet glans and foreskin
filled the room, arousing us. We looked at each other
and quickly scrambled into a "69" position, and in
seconds I was lapping at the dripping wet lips of his
piss-slit. I felt his warm tongue probe under my hood,
first around the hole, then farther back to caress the
rim and the deep groove behind it. 
     I drew the protective hood back off his precious
head and tongued it thoroughly, enjoying the taste and
the smooth texture of the sensitive surface as my
tongue explored the flaring rim and deep groove behind
it.
     "Your lube tastes salty," he commented as he
raised his head for a moment. "So does yours," I
replied as I removed my mouth to go down on his shaven
balls. The heavy odor of his sweat and his pubic hair
filled my nostrils, although his scrotum was bare, and
my tongue worked lovingly over the sensitive surface.
I was working his foreskin forward again as I lapped
his balls, stroking it sensually over the swollen
head. I felt his other hand cup my balls. 
     "I know you like that as much as I do," Bob said
as he gently kneaded my tight scrotum. I felt his
tongue probe deeper, around the groove behind my
ridge, then run down until it slid between the twin
lobes under my glans. My foreskin began slipping back,
and Bob's fingers pulled back gently on my shaft skin,
dragging the hood off the head. His lips locked into
the groove behind the head, and he began a hot hard
suction.
     Ooooh, Bob, that feels so good," I said, as his
tongue began a frenzied tickling of my pee-hole. I
removed my mouth from his prick and began a strong
pumping up and down, massaging his swollen glans with
his foreskin. 
     As I pulled it all the way forward, the end
formed a wrinkled pucker in front of the head, masking
it until I pulled it back again to bare the helmet. It
was purple, lighter in front near the orifice, and
becoming darker towards the rear. Right around the
pouting slit, it was reddish, while his flaring corona
was deep purple, like mine.
     "How would you like me to slip my hood over your
tip?" I asked. 
     "I'd love it," he replied quickly. "I've wondered
how docking would feel ever since we first chatted and
I found out you had a really long skin." We shuffled
around until we were face to face and tip to tip, and
I grasped the edges of my foreskin to widen the
opening. I pulled it forward and out, and Bob slowly
slipped his shiny purple cock-head inside until the
nose touched the front dome of my glans. 
     I gasped when I first felt his hot hard head
pressing against mine, and then stretched my hood
until it encased his ridge. I pulled a bit farther
until the edge dropped into the groove behind his
corona, and removed my hands to let him stretch his
foreskin forward over mine.
     Now we were locked together, tip to tip, and
enjoying the heavenly feeling. It was warm and
slippery inside, as Bob was oozing enough lubricant
for us both. We hardly moved, relishing the delicious
sensations inside our overlapping hoods. I squeezed
his glans through the skin, and felt it throb against
mine. 
     Bob's fingers wrapped around my shaft, twisting
the skin and sending messages of joy into my nerve
endings. I grasped his prick and gently began
massaging his ridge through the skin with my thumb. He
was very sensitive there, and reacted immediately.
Bob's eyes opened wide as they stared into mine, and I
heard him begin a soft "AH-AH" with each stroke.
     His twisting motion was having its effect on my
prick, and I felt the head and shaft swelling as my
excitement mounted. I also felt his ridge swell and
harden under my thumb as I worked it, and heard his
"AH-AH-AH" become louder. My other hand cupped his
smooth balls, and his tone deepened as he neared the
peak. Bob cried out "HAH-HAH-HAH!" as his eyes closed
and I felt his glans throb hard against mine. 
     "Jack!" he yelled as the hot heavy gush erupted
from his tip, shooting into my teardrop orifice and
down my tube like a torrent of lava, searing the
sensitive inside of my urethra. The hot hard spike of
sensation drove down through my prick to the root,
triggering my first spasm. I cried out:
       "Bob, Bob" as I writhed in sensation, feeling
the rush of juice in my prick, and the tickling
sensation as it gushed through the lips of my orifice
to bathe both our cock-heads in cream. Bob's hot
helmet throbbed again, as did mine, as we gushed again
and again. 
     My hot tingling cock-head was awash in boiling
lava, and I felt his tip throb against it, as all
conscious thought was suspended and the rush of
sensations overpowered me. Dimly, I was aware of Bob's
body straining against mine, as helpless as I was. My
eyes were closed because all my attention was focused
on the delicious sensations in my prick. As I drained
myself, it felt as if gallons of hot juice were
pouring out of my distended cock, stretching my hood.
     As I opened my eyes, I saw our overlapping
foreskins ballooned with our discharges, our
cock-heads swimming somewhere inside. Bob kissed me
lightly on the lips, and said:
     "Maybe we'd better get into the shower." I
agreed, and we gingerly lifted ourselves from the bed
and carefully edged our way into the shower enclosure,
our softening dicks still joined at the ends. Under
the hot water, Bob rolled his foreskin back, and we
watched the creamy gush erupt from under my hood to
land between our feet. I skinned back to let the water
rinse the cream from my cock-head. 
     We stood facing each other, feeling the hot
torrent bathing our still tender tips, and I felt an
overpowering urge to pee. So did Bob, because we saw
our yellow streams mix in the water at our feet. 
    I opened my eyes to find myself on the recliner,
the eye in the big purple head of my cock staring at
me, still drooling cream onto the paper towels on my
stomach. I scooped up the towels, and padded off to
the bathroom, because I really did have to pee. Then I
showered and lay down for several hours' sleep. 

The End




		
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