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Andy-Part 2

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by Jackinnm Andy and I got undressed as soon as we entered the hotel room we were sharing at the convention. This was almost 40 years ago and I was more slender than today. I am sure he was too. I was 26 and Andy was 30. Andy was also slightly taller than my six feet. We both wore wedding rings, and I didn�t know that my marriage would be over in six months. �You�re got the thickest foreskin I�ve ever seen,� he said. Mine formed a thick fleshy wrapper around my generously shaped helmet, making it look even bigger, and formed a thick nipple an inch beyond it. �And you�ve got the longest foreskin I�ve ever seen,� I added. His foreskin extended two inches beyond the end of the head while he was soft. �We had a really hot time last night,� he said. �I really enjoyed watching and feeling that big purple helmet of yours shoot.� I nodded in agreement, as I remembered the way we�d stroked each other to simultaneous orgasms, shuddering and throbbing, and later had brought each other to orgasm separately, so that we could watch and enjoy the sight. �I loved feeling your red tip throbbing against my fingers when you came,� I said. �Watching you shoot was a thrill.� �I liked watching those thick gushes pouring out of your tip,� Andy added. �What do you think we should do now?� I asked as we sat on the bed side by side, our backs against pillows as we began fondling our dicks casually. I felt the warmth of his skin against my thigh. Andy had grasped the end of his long slack foreskin between two fingers and was stretching it out away from his body, the way I�d seen him do last night. I was rolling the nipple of my foreskin between thumb and index finger. �We ought to put on a show for each other. Each of us should do himself, while the other watches. Guys are usually very private about their masturbation, and I�d really love to watch you stroke yourself off.� He was right about that. Self-pleasure was usually a very private affair, and in my limited experience when guys got together they stroked or sucked each other, not themselves. �I�d like that. I know I�d get a thrill out of watching you pleasure yourself.� As we�d been speaking and touching our cocks, the objects of our attentions had begun to fill with blood. I could see the core of Andy�s penis extending forward into his long tube of flesh, its blunt nose distending it. Mine was also swelling in response to my touch. �And I know watching you would give me a thrill,� he said. �I�d like to hear you tell me what you�re feeling, and how you came to enjoy the particular technique you�re using.� �Well, right now I�m twisting my foreskin between two fingers. I like that because it stretches the nerve endings in my foreskin, and I can feel the skin sliding sideways over the head. That gentle friction is a good way to begin for me.� �I always start by stretching out my foreskin. I�ve always had a long skin, and I�ve added about an inch since I began stretching it in my middle teens. Every day I�d grab the end and pull it away from my body, and gradually it got longer. I�d pull it in the shower, after taking a pee, and in bed before I fell asleep.� Hearing Andy explain what he wad doing while he was doing it was a hot turn-on for me, and my prick was now fully hard. �Last night you had me pinch the end of your skin to keep the cream from going on the bed,� I pointed out. �Do you usually pinch yourself when you beat off?� �No, I just let it come out, and catch it in a Kleenex or paper towel. That�s not hard to do. Last night, when you gave me my second orgasm, you had me skinned back, and you saw how far I shot. When I make myself come, though, I keep the skin forward. Now that I�m hard, you can see I�ve got about an inch in front of the head.� Andy had changed his stroke when he�d become fully hard, and was now holding his dick with thumb on top and two fingers under the head, gently sliding the hood over the tender core of swollen flesh. �I see,� I said. �The foreskin catches the jets and slows them down. The same thing happens when I pee. If I don�t skin back, I dribble and splatter all over, but when I uncover the head it comes out in a long neat stream.� �Yeah, when I was a kid my father showed me how to pee standing up and skinning back to avoid wetting my pants, shoes, and everything else around me.� �Now I only pee with the skin forward in the shower. It doesn�t matter there.� As I�d spoken, I�d changed my grip, and was now sliding my hood back off the head half-way and pushing it forward again. �Since you pull your skin back to expose the hole, I guess you shoot pretty far,� he said. �Last night I saw you shoot a foot when I did you.� �That was because you got me very excited. When I do myself, I normally shoot only a couple of inches the first time, and the rest just dribbles out.� �Then I�ll be able to help you. I�ll get some Kleenex and use it to catch your juice.� Andy had begun stroking himself faster now, as his excitement had mounted. His erection was about seven inches, and more slender than mine, with an inch of foreskin nipple flopping at the end of his cock with each stroke. �I�ll do the same for you, then. I guess with the skin in the way, the cream will just dribble out of it.� I heard his breathing deepen as the excitement took hold, and his face was flushed. �Maybe I�d better go first,� he suggested. �I know you should,� I replied as I reached for a wad of tissues from the box next to the bed. �Your balls are already tight against your body. I know your tip�s more sensitive than mine, and you won�t be able to hold out as long. Just slide down flat on the bed, and I�ll get ready.� He slid down until he was supine, caressing his tender tip through his foreskin. He was holding his dick at about a 45 degree angle, and I watched the nipple flop up and down with each stroke. �I might as well be flat on my back,� he said. �I hardly ever get to see the show because my eyes go blank and so does my mind when I come.� �Yes, I saw that last night,� I replied. �Just go ahead and tell me what you�re feeling.� I�d stopped stroking my penis, and held a hand poised to slide under the end of his dick with the paper when he came. �My cock�s very hard right now. I know the veins along my shaft are all swollen, and so is the head. I�m getting that tickling feeling in the head, and I know my cock�s getting ready to shoot.� �Do you get that feeling all over the head, or just in one area?� I asked. �All over. Since the whole head�s getting friction from the skin, the feeling�s all over it. I can feel the head�s not spongy anymore, but rock-hard. Also, when I pull back, I get a nice feeling in my gee-string. You saw how it pulls the head down last night.� His breathing was gasping now, and when he stopped speaking I heard him breathe with a soft �AH-AH� sound. �The end of your foreskin�s really flopping around now that you�re stroking faster. I can see the head bending down inside your skin, too.� His long foreskin nipple made a soft slapping sound as he stroked his prick. �I�m trying to slow down, but it�s too late. Can�t help it. The head�s gotten all tingly�.� His voice trailed off into ragged gasps as the sensations in his penis heightened. I glanced at his face and saw that his eyeballs had rolled upward, and realized he wouldn�t be saying any more before unloading. �Go for it, Andy. I�m right here for you,� I said as I saw his fingers flying in a blur up and down the end of his straining shaft, the head dipping down inside his fleshy tube. His breathing became ragged gasps as the orgasm hit him. I saw the end of his foreskin stiffen as it distended with his cream, and a drop oozed from the puckered end as I slipped the paper under it. His hips bucked and then a long strand of white viscous liquid flowed from his foreskin nipple onto the wadded tissues. His fingers had stopped moving along his dick, and I realized that the head had become very sensitive. He shuddered, and another long rope of semen dropped from the end of his foreskin. I saw that his foreskin had swelled around the head, obscuring its contours as it filled with his sperm. His puckered end now drooled a steady drizzle of white liquid onto the paper I held, and it soaked into the absorbent tissues. Now Andy was lying still, an occasional shiver wracking his body as the last spasms of his climax expended themselves. In another minute, he opened his eyes. �How was it for you?� �Nice, really nice. Not as intense as when your fingers were on it last night, but still nice.� As he spoke, I began squeezing his foreskin to push out the trapped liquid. �Not too sensitive now, is it? I noticed you stopped stroking when you started coming.� �No, it�s all right. My head gets very sensitive when I start coming. Squeeze my shaft too, and get the last drops out.� I skinned back his hood and pressed a finger into the underside of his shaft, squeezing the longitudinal bulge of his urethra, to milk out the last drops. The supple skin slid easily under my finger, and more drops oozed from his tip onto the paper. I was careful not to let the paper touch the tip, because I knew it would feel rough against the sensitive head. Then I pulled his hood forward to cover the sensitive tip. �There, I think I�ve got it all out. The head�s still kind of creamy, but you won�t be dripping on the bed.� Andy turned toward me and his fingers closed around my shaft, drawing my foreskin back slightly to expose the front part of the helmet. �Your hole�s really pouting now that your tip�s all swollen. Were you stroking yourself at all while I was working myself up to climax?� he asked. �Your prick is hard as a rock.� �No, just watching you kept me hard. It was really inspiring. Now let me finish myself off.� Andy�s fingers slid from around my shaft and my right hand replaced them. I began sliding my foreskin up and down in slow, rhythmic strokes, baring most of the head and pushing the hood up to recover it to the end. �Good thing you�ve got a long foreskin too. You can take long strokes like me,� he commented. He was avidly watching the thick hood sliding as I propelled it up and down the contours of my helmet. Yeah. I use long strokes until I get near the end, and that won�t be long now.� Andy shifted position to get on my left side, and gathered a thick wad of tissues from the bedside table. I slid down to lie flat beside him. �I�m going to need a lot of Kleenex,� he said. �The way I saw you shoot last night I know it�ll take a lot to absorb it all.� He propped himself on one elbow, enjoying the front-row seat. �Right now, I�m getting a mild tickling feeling all over the head,� I explained. �I�m not trying to hold back, but when I get closer, I�ll slow down and pull the skin back to enjoy the moment longer.� �I like watching the head slide in and out of the foreskin. You�ve got a big head, bigger than mine. That�s why I wasn�t able to dock you.� I was taking very long strokes now, uncovering the head right down to the groove behind it. �My balls don�t tighten up much because they�re already tight, but I can feel the tension in them,� I added. Andy had moved his face closer to my prick, and was watching my stroking intently. �Your tip�s not all purple, you know,� he began. �It�s pink at the front around the hole, then becomes darker towards the rear. Your rim�s purple, and the back of your rim�s even darker purple. I like the wet shiny look of your tip. It�s so smooth, so rounded�.� His voice trailed off, and I slowed my pace so as not to overtake my orgasm too quickly. �I�m slowing down now, because I can feel the head getting harder, and I�m starting to get tingly.� I drew my foreskin all the way back, completely free of the corona and the groove behind it. �Man, you�ve got a deep groove behind the head,� he commented. �It looks even deeper because of the way your rim flares out.� I pushed my foreskin forward enough to nudge my rim, then pulled back hard to bare the head and groove. �You can see I�m pulling back hard now. This gives me extra stimulation without friction by stretching the nerve endings in the skin.� I was pulling back so hard that my foreskin, which normally forms a thick fleshy collar when I retract it, was stretched tightly along my shaft in a glossy pink sleeve. �The head�s getting darker,� he observed. �I can tell you�re close now.� He was right. I was feeling the build-up of sensations as my glans engorged even more in the moments before orgasm, and I felt a slight ache as its nerve endings cried out for release. �The back of your rim�s almost black,� he added. �Yeah, I can feel the tingling starting, first in the rim and then all over.� I muttered. �My breathing was getting deeper and more ragged as the excitement took over my whole body. I felt a drop of lubricant crawling up my urethra and oozing from the hole in the front dome of my glans. �I really love the odor of your foreskin,� he said. �That�s one reason I�m leaning in so close.� His eyes were fixed on my swollen glans, and his nostrils flared. �Getting really tingly,� I whispered as the sensations began building up quickly and my eyes closed. I kept bumping my rim and pulling my skin back hard, knowing that the gentle sensations would be all that would be necessary to push me into orgasm. �The big vein on the right side of your shaft�s really standing out, and I bet the head�s rock-hard.� he whispered, as I felt the rush of sensations begin. My entire glans was now hot and tingling, and then it exploded, sending a sharp jolt of sensation down my shaft to the root of my cock. My cock-root contracted sharply, making me grunt, and shot the first stream of boiling liquid into my tube. The hot rushing fluid burned its way up my urethra as I cried out, and I felt it follow the turn in my tube into my glans. I was totally caught up in the frenzy of orgasm, and began pumping my foreskin to intensify my sensations. I felt my tight sleeve roll over my engorged rim, multiplying the hot feelings that surged through my cock. �Go for it!� I heard dimly in the distance as the full frenzy of my orgasm wracked my body and another jet shot from my prick. My cock-root contracted again, and a third stream of viscous fluid followed the first two. I felt another pulse deep inside, and the pressure of another gush of fluid distending my urethra. I was grunting as more pulses followed, each weaker than the last, until my orgasm faded and I became still, enjoying the last weak throbs in my cock. I felt the drops distending my meatus as they flowed from it, and I felt the brush of Kleenex against the front dome of my glans. I opened my eyes to see Andy wiping the drops that oozed from my tip. He dabbed carefully so as not to scrape the tender tissues with the paper. �Man, you shot a lot, really thick ropes of cream,� he commented. That first one shot a couple of inches, and the rest sort of dribbled from your hole in thick gobs.� �That felt good, but not as good as last night when your fingers were doing the work.� Andy�s fingers closed lightly around the base of my shaft. �Now I�m going to milk you down,� he said as he pressed a fingertip against the underside of my shaft at the base, pushing forward to force more white creamy drops from me. I became aware of another feeling, which grew more urgent as the seconds crawled past. �I�ve got to pee,� I said, starting to rise from the bed. �I�ve had to pee since we got undressed,� Andy laughed. Maybe that�s why I came so fast. �Let�s take a shower. There�s something I want to try with you. Try to hold your water until we get inside.� He led the way to the shower, where he turned to face me as I slid the door shut. �I can�t dock you when your tip�s hard and swollen, but now it�s shrinking and you�re not going to get hard on me now that you�ve drained yourself,� he explained. �Let me dock your tip and you can rinse the juice from the inside of my foreskin.� He skinned his prick back and pressed its head against mine, which was rapidly shrinking and softening. My glans soft was about the diameter of his erect one. Then he slid his copious foreskin forward, first covering his glans and then sliding onto mine, which he enveloped right to the corona. �Good idea,� I said. �I can�t wait to feel how this is going to work.� I tried to relax my sphincter, but the flow wouldn�t come because my shaft and cock-root were still congested. I took a deep breath and tried again. �Here goes,� Andy said, and I felt a hot stream jetting from his cock, trapped with mine inside his thin sleeve. He pressed his glans hard against mine, and I felt the shock of his hot stream piercing my slit and penetrating deeply into my urethra. I wasn�t relaxed enough yet to pee, and his hot hard jet quickly filled my urethra, right down to the sphincter deep inside me. �You�re peeing right into me!� I exclaimed. Nothing like this ever happened to me before.� Now I felt my valve relaxing, and my stream flowed to meet his, ejecting it from my tube and gushing from my meatus. I saw his foreskin distend quickly as it filled with both our streams, until I though it would burst. However, the surplus liquid began leaking out around my corona where his foreskin ended. The yellow liquid splattered over our legs and dropped to the floor of the shower. We stood there, relaxing and enjoying the novel sensation, our streams flushing out the residual cream from our tubes, cock-heads, and foreskins. We both had a lot of liquid to release, and it took about a minute before we�d drained our bladders. �Man, that felt unusual, and it felt nice,� I said as I turned on the water. �I�ve never felt anyone�s stream shoot down my hole.� �That was a first for me too,� he answered as he pulled back and his foreskin slid smoothly from my glans. Residual urine that had been trapped inside his sleeve gushed out the end. I sighed with delight and so did he. The hot water streamed down our bodies and flushed the last of the urine and semen into the drain. My prick was already skinned back and the hot water flowed soothingly over the naked end and the retracted foreskin, rinsing our accumulated fluids down the drain. Andy now had to pull back his long foreskin, using both hands to make it bunch up behind his mushroom head. He carefully moved his foreskin back farther along his limp shaft, smoothing out the wrinkles and exposing his groove to ensure that the hot water flowed over the entire surface. We pulled our foreskins forward and began to soap our bodies, taking our time and relishing the delightful feelings this produced when we soaped each other. We ran our hands into the creases between each other�s legs, rubbing away the day�s sweat. �I don�t use soap on my foreskin,� I said. �Me neither,� he replied. �It doesn�t get that dirty, and soap is just an irritant on the head and skin.� After about ten minutes of sensual mutual massage, we turn off the water and dried each other. Andy�s gentle fingers lovingly picked up my cock so that he could run the towel under it and dry the hidden area, and I did the same to him. When we were back on the bed lying side by side, enjoying the warmth from each other�s bodies, Andy spoke again: �I told you how I love the aroma of your foreskin, and last night I even took a taste while I was doing you. Now I�d like to taste you even more.� This pleased me, as during those innocent days long ago we�d never heard the phrase �exchanging body fluids,� and there were few concerns about disease. Also, I wanted to taste his foreskin and feel the smooth texture of his red glans against my tongue. �I�d like that,� I said as I swiveled around so that we were in a �69� position. We were both limp, and I sucked his long foreskin into my mouth, drawing it in as far as I could as I felt his lips close over mine. I pulled back slightly as I felt his cock grow in my mouth, and stabilized his shaft with two fingers as my tongue probed into his long foreskin nipple. As I was doing this, I realized that Andy was also docking my tongue. Busy as we were, we weren�t able to speak, and I just moaned in delight as I felt his tongue probing my foreskin. I worked my tongue farther into his long hood was rewarded by feeling the end of his smooth glans. Then I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my slit. Andy�s cock smelled mild, as it was freshly washed like my own. However, when I touched the end of his glans with my tongue, a strong salty taste filled my mouth and I realized that he�d released some pre-come. I felt a tickling sensation deep inside my shaft as a drop of my own lubricant began crawling towards the end. I pulled back on Andy�s shaft-skin and pushed his foreskin back with my lips to bare the red mushroom contained within. Once the fleshy sleeve was off the head, my lips felt the glassy smoothness of his tender tip, wrapping around its contours as my tongue tip continued to caress his slit. I felt Andy doing the same to me, sliding my foreskin back to reveal the promise contained within it, and his tongue-tip traced small circles around my meatus. At this point we were fully hard, and Andy broke off to speak: �Maybe we should go one after the other, instead of trying to come simultaneously,� he suggested. �I know we should,� I answered. You wouldn�t want me biting your dick when I started to come, would you?� �No, I hadn�t thought of that, but I guess it could happen,� he replied. �Since your tip�s more sensitive than mine, you should go first. Let�s continue working each other up, but when you�re close, stop sucking me.� �Good way to go,� he said, and wrapped his lips around my exposed glans again. I kept a tight grip on his shaft, holding the ample foreskin completely off the red head as I engulfed it once more between my lips. I developed a rhythm that I knew would be very stimulating for him. I pushed my lips onto his red glans at the same moment that I pulled back hard on his shaft-skin, putting tension on his gee-string and making the glans dip towards his balls. I was cupping his balls while doing this, and felt them quickly draw up tightly against his body. Andy�s lips stroked my exposed helmet in long cycles, beginning at the rounded front dome, working back along the expanding taper of the meaty head, and finally engulfing my rim and the deep groove behind it. I felt his mushroom dip and distort each time I pulled back hard on his shaft-skin, and my tongue wiped across his thin slit, tickling the tender lips with its rough upper surface. Then I pulled his hood up over the head as I withdrew my lips. The combined sensations made Andy moan loudly with each stroke, and I felt the vibrations in my helmet head. I pulled his skin back again as my lips advanced down his glans, and he moaned more loudly as the mushroom head dipped. I pulled my lips back, relaxing the tension on his skin, and felt his head come up to its natural position. Then I felt it lose its sponginess and become rock-hard as I worked my lips over its contours. Andy�s cock throbbed between my lips and I felt him let go of mine. �Close, close�� he whispered. I felt the heat of his blood-filled mushroom against my lips and tongue, and knew he�d be releasing his cream any second. I pulled back, and then descended once more on his hard glossy mushroom as I yanked back on his skin, harder this time. His tip bent down, and throbbed hard against my tongue as he cried out loudly. A hard thin jet erupted from his slit, splashing against my tongue, and his hips bucked. I pulled back and felt his glans pulse in my mouth as another hard jet shot from it, this time reaching the back of my throat. I yanked back hard on his shaft-skin and pushed my mouth onto this glans and shaft, feeling the smoothness of his retracted foreskin between my lips as his hard glans nudged the back of my throat. He shot again, crying out helplessly, as his hips bucked in the hot frenzy of orgasm. Now I backed off, holding his glans just between my lips, because I knew it was becoming hyper-sensitive, and let him shoot the remaining blasts of cream onto my tongue. As I savored the rich salty taste, the chlorine odor migrated from my throat into my nostrils as I savored his flavor. I began milking his shaft, pressing a fingertip into the underside at the base, and pushing gently forward to extract the last drops. Andy was now flat on his back, recovering from the fury of his orgasm, sinking deeply into the daze that followed it. He lay inert as I pulled his fleshy sleeve forward to protect the tender tip and keep it moist and sensitive. My cock was rock-hard, the big purple helmet standing proudly above the shaft, the thick fleshy collar clustered around its base. After several minutes, he recovered and once again turned towards me, holding my shaft between two fingers as he cupped my balls with his other hand. �Now it�s your turn,� he said as his lips advanced to engulf my glans. �I�m going to make that big purple tip shoot in my mouth.� His lips slid smoothly over the contours of my helmet as his fingers kept my foreskin pulled back hard enough to bare the groove. I felt his lips working over the twin lobes under the head, down the broad upper surface, until they engulfed my flaring rim, and sank into the tender flesh of the groove behind it. The rough surface of his tongue rubbed against the underside of my helmet, massaging the twin lobes and the gee-string between them. His fingers first gently kneaded my scrotum, and then began to pull down on it, stretching the tight, wrinkled skin and sending messages of pleasure into my body. His lips twisted around my rim, making it tingle. I was already fully aroused, primed by the excitement of having sucked his cream, and I knew it wouldn�t be long before I tumbled into the mindless free-fall of my own orgasm. Andy yanked back hard on my shaft-skin, stretching the nerve endings, and I felt his teeth scrape my glans as he pulled his lips away. This sent an electric jolt of sensation down my shaft, and as his lips closed around my helmet again, his teeth scraped both the twin lobes underneath and along the upper surface. My eyes closed as my glans throbbed with a hot tingle, and a second later I felt the first sharp contraction in my cock-root as the heavy pounding of my orgasm began. The first hot jet exploded into my urethra, rushing towards the end of my throbbing prick, and I cried out helplessly as my entire body quivered. His hot lips encased my pulsing helmet, trapping the cream as he sucked it into his mouth. My engorged glans throbbed again as another hot jet surged from it into his waiting mouth. He scraped the tender surface of my cock-head again to bring another gush of cream erupting from it. I was gasping and grunting in the helpless frenzy of my orgasm, aware of nothing but the tingling, burning sensations in my straining prick as he sucked more jets from my swollen head. His teeth tortured my glans with another scrape, and another jet erupted from it, but not as strong as the last one. Now Andy�s lips stopped moving, and simply maintained the seal around my helmet as the last throbs of my climax sent pulses of cream into his mouth. I felt myself begin to relax as the last drops of cream oozed up my shaft and out of my helmet. Through the daze that crept over me, I felt it part the lips of my slit and a moment later I felt Andy�s tongue flick it away. He was still holding my softening cock, and now that the helmet was softening and shrinking he began sliding the thick hood forward to cover it. Our cocks were limp, totally satisfied, drained of our vital juices, as we lay relaxed, snugly against each other and enjoying the warmth of our bodies. Andy spoke: �We go home tomorrow. Maybe we can get together next year.� I hope so,� I said as I drifted into sleep.