I pinched my foreskin, twisting the long nipple between my fingers, feeling my cock growing hard with the stimulation. My daydream began, mixing fact with reality. I had seen Ronnie on the street where I lived, although I didn't know his name, passing him many times over two years. He was about 30, wore glasses, and was shorter than I, but more muscular.
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Mutual Masturbation Fantasy
Pre-cum from Masturbating
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.
masturbation
Hot Saturday
He was 67, four years older than I, but in better shape than I. Like me, he wore trifocals, but unlike me, he wore a mustache. I'd met him in the Internet chat room, and we'd enjoyed cyber-sex together several times. He lived about 50 miles away from me, but at freeway speeds, this was less than an hour's drive. "I like the beautiful bulge at the end of your prick," he commented.
friendship
Mutual Jackoff with Coworker
One day a coworker came up to the stall next to me at the urinal. He took his out and started to pee, and I noted it was quite large, even limp. "I always envied guys who still have their hoods," he commented, as a thick yellow stream gushed from his circumcised glans. "Just lucky, I guess," I replied, acknowledging his remark. "Keeps the head nice and sensitive." he said.
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Lubricant Sex
I was browsing through the items on the wall, and these included dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys. One of the clerks, a chunky guy with a mustache about 28 years old, approached and asked if he could help me find something. I replied that I was looking for lubricant, and he told me he had several brands in the showcase near the cash register. "Was that your experience?" I asked.
encounters
Jacuzzi Fun
His name was Bob, but his handle was "Naturalman" and I soon found out that he had a foreskin, as I do. I'd found that I relate better to guys who are uncut, as I am, because we share the same anatomy and use similar techniques to get off. That had been my experience too, both on the chat and in real life, and I was very happy to connect with him. He was 53 and I was eight years older.
friendship
Indoor Hot Tub
I was 27, and Ted was ten years older. Ted was somewhat shorter than my 6'2", about 5'9", and had a stocky build. His blue eyes and blond hair contrasted with my brown hair and eyes. That evening, he'd invited me to his house after work. Ted led me to a room at the back of his house, where the floor was almost entirely filled by a hot tub. "I'm stiff and sore from sitting at a desk all day.
friendship
Jacking With Condoms
Matt had just been transferred, and I let him stay with me while he was house-hunting. This took a week, and another week to move him into the well-kept house he'd bought from people who had taken very good care of it. We didn't have to spend much time fixing it up; we just painted, put up shelves, and arranged his furniture after working at our jobs during the day. I nodded.
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Jacking With Ted
Ted was 63, a year older than I, and like me wore trifocals and had white hair. We nursed our martinis and discussed the new slate of officers who had just taken office. Then our discussion wandered, and at one point he said: "I always like a drink or two in the evening, to relax."
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Foreskin Play With Ronnie
He was 67, four years older than I, but in better shape than I. Like me, he wore trifocals, but unlike me, he wore a mustache. I'd met him in the Internet chat room, and we'd enjoyed cyber-sex together several times. He lived about 50 miles away from me, but at freeway speeds, this was less than an hour's drive. "I like the beautiful bulge at the end of your prick," he commented.
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