Chance Meeting

It was a long time ago, when I was in my early 20s, that I met Albert at a party. The friend who introduced us had told me that Albert was very interested in mutual J/O, and that for this reason we should get along very well together. Albert turned out to be slightly shorter than my six feet, more muscular, blond instead of brunette, and he wore glasses, which I did not at the time. We were both wearing tight pants, in fashion at the time, and when we were introduced I saw Albert's eyes dart down to my crotch. After a couple more drinks and some casual conversation, during which he told me he lived only a block away, he said:

"You're circumcised, aren't you? It's pretty clear from your shape." While it was true that the outline of my glans was clearly visible through my pants, that was because my high-ridged head bulged inside its protective foreskin. I saw that his prick, visible inside his left pants leg, also showed a prominent ridge outline.

"Looks like you're cut," I replied. I was surprised when Albert avoided answering directly as I had, and said:

"Well, let's go to my place and find out." I was developing a definite liking to him, and agreed without further discussion. We exchanged jokes and laughed during the short walk to his apartment, and once inside, we began stripping even before we reached his bedroom. Once we were naked, we looked at each other with surprise.

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"Wow! That is one hell of a head under that foreskin," he exclaimed. He was right, as my glans was clearly defined under my long thick hood. I saw that his cock-head wasn't bare as I'd expected, but was covered by a thin, almost translucent sleeve of skin.

"Well, we were both wrong," I laughed.

"Guess we had a few drinks to cloud our judgment." "I'm glad you're uncut," he replied.

"More fun to handle that way. I love to wrap my fingers around a cock like yours." He reached out and grasped the long nipple of my overhanging hood between two fingers, rolling it gently. I squeezed the head of his member through the protective skin, feeling it throb in response and begin to swell. It didn't take long for both of us to develop full erections, given the expert handling our pricks were getting. I saw that our pricks were almost the same length, Albert's slightly longer than my six inches. My shaft, however, seemed slightly thicker. I always prefer to get a hand job from a guy who has a foreskin of his own, because he knows how to handle a cock-hood. Albert was working delicately on mine, which even hard covered my entire helmet and formed a pucker in front.

His warm fingers were gently tugging the thick fleshy envelope back in short pulls, which stretched the delicate nerve endings in my foreskin as well as provided subtle friction to my bulging glans. Albert's thin foreskin was tightly stretched on his swollen tip, and the opening was about the size of a dime, revealing the teardrop shaped lips of his come-hole. A large clear drop of pre-come filled the eye of his prick, and I pulled his hood forward to engulf it and spread the lubricant over the head. My foreskin was gradually loosening under Albert's ministrations, and now it stretched enough to come back half-way off the head, exposing the blunt purple dome of the glans. Like his, my come-hole formed a teardrop shape when the head was swollen, and now I was seeping lube too.

This time, Albert dipped the tip of his finger into the drop of clear juice and spread it in small circles over the front of my helmet, giving me a different sensation. After tracing a few circles and working the viscous liquid into the sensitive tissues, he stopped and resumed his rhythmic tugs on my foreskin. I gave his tightly stretched foreskin a few twists because I knew that these would produce jolts of sensation that would really get his attention. Albert groaned with each sharp twist, and his breathing deepened.

I felt his prick throb in my fist with each twist, and stopped at this point because I didn't want to push him into climax too soon. I think Albert was also concerned about making me climax too soon, because he stopped tugging on my hood and brought it fully forward to cover the head completely. Now he snapped his forefinger against the ridge, hitting it gently through the covering skin. This produced a jolt of sensation that was pleasant, but not so intense as to drive me over the edge. I gave his glans some quick squeezes again, knowing that these would not bring on orgasm, but would keep his excitement at a high level for as long as I wished.

I'd begun by squeezing the head from side to side, but after a minute shifted my grip so that my thumb was pressing on his ridge and my index finger probed into the gee-spot under the glans. We looked into each other's eyes as we caressed our pricks, enjoying the intimacy. Now it was time to do more. Albert's fingers grasped my hood and began slipping it back off the head. By this time, it had loosened a lot from its usual snug fit, and soon my entire helmet was visible. He gave another gentle tug and the long hood snapped back into the deep groove behind my ridge.

"That's a nice cock-head," he breathed softly.

"Looks just like a German helmet. I love the way the ridge flares." I now skinned his prick back, baring the long glans, which had a perfect bell shape. From its blunt nose, the sides swept straight back, and the rim continued all around the head, instead of only on top like mine. His rim, also, did not sweep forward sharply under the head the way mine did, but came almost straight down to meet underneath, giving it its bell shape. His slit had swollen to form a perfect oval, filled with lubricant. Both heads were now deep purple, swollen with arousal, and shiny with cock-dew. The back of my flaring ridge, though, was much darker than his, almost black with congestion and excitement.

"You've got a beautiful prick," I said.

"It's a thrill to look at it and to feel it." I tugged back more on his skin, putting tension on his thick gee-string and making the glans dip down towards his balls. We sat side by side on the bed, holding each other's turgid pricks, fueling each other's excitement. Our foreskins were fully back, mine forming a thick collar behind the rim, while his thinner hood lay back flat along his shaft.

"Want to cum first?" he asked. Like me, Albert understood the value of timing our orgasms, so that we didn't get so carried away in our own sensations that we couldn't give the other's prick the attention it needed. I knew that Albert would want to give me the hottest, most intense climax he could, without being distracted by his own orgasm. I nodded, and felt his fingers slipping my hood forward in short tugs that created a pleasant, erotic friction that would push me over the edge in about a minute. He spoke again:

"Let me tell you what I'm going to do. As soon as you start to cum, I'm going to pinch off your urethra by pressing a finger into it underneath your oock. That will create a back pressure that should send you into seventh heaven. I'll let go after I feel your cock throb a couple of times, and you'll get a nice hot rush as all that trapped juice gushes out. That okay with you?" I nodded again, eager to feel the sensations. Albert pushed me flat on the mattress, then began pumping my foreskin, giving it a twist as it ascended my glans, then twisting it hard the other way when he retracted it.

"I really like your long foreskin. It lets me get a long stroke all the way back and beyond the end of your cock-head," he said. He was right. His long, sensual strokes were getting me very hot, and a tickling sensation began in my rim. It spread all over the head as Albert stepped up the pace, despite my effort to relax.

"My tip's tingling," I said.

"Not far to go." "I can feel you're getting close," he replied.

"Your tip's swelling and getting harder." His fist continued stroking and twisting my hot hood and with each backstroke I saw my glossy glans, now dark purple.

"I'm coming," I said as my eyes closed. The sensations were overwhelming me, and now I felt Albert's other hand wrap around the base of my prick, thumb on top and finger pressing hard into the tube under the shaft. My cock-root throbbed as my sensations peaked, and I cried out in blissful agony. My tube filled with cream, and I felt the back-pressure as my urethra swelled. My cock-root throbbed as it pumped another load into my swollen urethra, making me cry out again at the unfamiliar but pleasant sensations. My entire body convulsed as another load poured from my cock-root, and I felt Albert release the pressure. It felt like a gallon of burning hot lava gushed up my tube, driving me into a frenzy as my hips bucked and I cried out in agonized delight. The rush of sensations overwhelmed my consciousness, and I was helpless as gush after gush poured from my engorged helmet. Time stopped as I fell into the nether-land of orgasm, and a long time later it was finally over.

"Man, that first load really shot from your cock," Albert said as I opened my eyes.

"It landed on your chest. The others sort of dribbled out." I looked and saw a pool of white juice rapidly cooling on my chest and other pools down along my stomach and pubic hair.

"Give me a minute," I pleaded as I struggled back to full consciousness. Now I pushed Albert flat on the bed and grasped his beautiful penis. I was eager to make him cream now that it was his turn. Almost as pleasurable as my own orgasm is watching and feeling another man have a climax. I enjoy the throbbing of his prick between my fingers, and watching the juice spew from his swollen tip as he gasps and groans his way through the ecstasy. I pulled his foreskin all the way back, revealing his glossy glans, the large oval orifice distended with drops of pre-come.

"I'm going to give you direct action on the tip," I said as I began spreading the tears flowing from his oval eye. I caressed his beautiful bell-shaped cock-head with my fingertips, listening to him gasp at every touch. To a glans always protected by a foreskin, even a light touch with the fingertips is intense, and brings on orgasm within seconds. I continued to caress his sensitive and moist cock-head, careful to touch a different spot every time to avoid overloading and tiring out the nerve endings, and felt his prick stiffen even more. His glans became larger between my fingertips, and lost its spongy resilience as his excitement peaked. His oval eye gushed pre-cum, which I spread all over the swollen head, from tip to rim.

Albert had begun crying out; "AH-AH-AH" as I overwhelmed him with the sensations I was pouring into this hot hard glans, and now his voice rose in pitch as he approached the brink. His cock-head gave a powerful throb, and I heard him cry out "AAAAAHHHHHHHHH" as his first stream shot from his engorged tip onto his chest. His eyes were closed, and his head rocked from side to side as his prick spit more loads. I was fascinated by his deep purple tip and the white streams pouring from it, and continued to stroke the hot sensitive surface. After many jets, I noticed his throbs were becoming weaker, and knew that he was near the end. I slowed my touches, and began sliding the protective cowl up over the moist, tender glans. Albert sighed deeply as his entire body relaxed, and I let go of his penis, which flopped onto his stomach as it began to soften. I lay down next to him, fully satisfied, as I knew he was.

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