Jacuzzi Fun

Trying the chat on Club Stroke was very rewarding, especially because I got to meet a particularly interesting guy whose handle had caught my eye. 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. He felt the same way as I did, telling me that he'd often showered with cut guys, and added that "Cut guys are curious about the workings of a foreskin but usually just pull the skin back and jack it as if it were like theirs, and don't pay special attention to foreskin."

That had been my experience too, both on the chat and in real life, and I was very happy to connect with him. We were closer in age than many on the chat. He was 53 and I was eight years older. Unlike me, he was married. I'd been divorced ten years. There were other differences as well: he stood about 5'7", and was about 165 lb., in contrast to my 6'2" and 210 lb. His salt and pepper hair contrasted with my thinning white hair, and I noticed that he had a really good build, unlike my somewhat flabby appearance. That first time, we enjoyed a mutual cyber-jack, and came away both gratified, and eager for more. After exchanging e-mails, we found that we lived too far apart to meet, which didn't prevent me from fantasizing.

To date, I'd had two fantasies about Bob, and was ready for a third. This time, because safe sex was unimportant in a fantasy, I'd be more imaginative. I lay back in my recliner, with paper towels and lube, and began: He'd mentioned that he was not coming to town this trip, but would be staying in Amarillo, about 400 miles east of where I lived. I had studied my tour book and chose a room in a hotel that offered Jacuzzis in many rooms. The big tub was large enough to hold both of us, and I felt we would have a terrific time in a tub with water jets. He phoned me to let me know he was on his way and I told him I'd leave the door unlocked. I was in the tub with my book when he entered, and he lost no time stripping down and joining me. As he stood next to the tub, I saw his prick dangling, the thin nippled foreskin completely covering the prominent head underneath. I tickled the wrinkles of his nipple with a fingertip, and he drew in his breath. Then I rolled his nipple between thumb and index finger, watching the head slide around inside its hood. Our pricks were both small when limp, although mine appeared slightly longer because of its long thick foreskin. Both cocks had thick veins on the right side.

"Pretty penis," I said as I felt his prick throb. I tweaked his tip and felt it begin to swell between my fingers. The outline of the head showed clearly through his hood, and the dome began to peep out of the end of his foreskin, and his sexy masculine odor reached my nostrils. He slowly climbed into the oversize tub and sat next to me as I continued to fondle his hardening prick. My other hand cupped his clean-shaven balls, as he'd told me he enjoyed this. His hand crept down to cup my balls while his other hand worked up and down my thigh. The jets were going full volume, and we couldn't see what was happening under the torrent of bubbles, but the feelings were very erotic. My prick had hardened under his touch, and now I felt his finger probing into my foreskin, caressing the sensitive glans and stretching the many nerve endings in my hood.

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"Oh, Bob, that feels so good," I murmured as I twisted his foreskin around his head with my fingertips, working it from side to side to stretch its nerve endings. He lifted his hips and I saw the shapely purple head slide out of its sheath when I let go. I guided his foreskin back behind his flaring ridge, baring the big shiny head. I ran my fingertip in small circles around his pee-hole, then all around his bare corona, hitting the tender nerve endings and making him groan in delight. I squeezed his tip, and I felt his balls contract in response in my other hand.

"Jack, Jack," he gasped, as he pressed closer to me. The hot water had stimulated us, and we were very aroused. His fingers pushed my hood back, and I lifted my hips to give him a look at the prize. My hard cock was exactly six inches, while his was fractionally shorter. His fingers held my shroud back from the large purple helmet that adorned the end of my dick, and Bob said:

"That's a nice flaring ridge, so sexy, and I like the way your hole pouts in that teardrop shape." He traced my ridge with one fingertip, delicately following its contours down under the head to the weld line. He put one hand under my butt, pushing me farther out of the water and bent his head forward. I felt his warm tongue probing my slit, and I moaned "Oh, Bob, Bob," as the sensations flowed into my engorged prick. His fist grasped the skin on my prick and pulled back hard, letting his tongue caress the ridge and deep groove behind it, which had rarely seen daylight. Then he pulled the hood up over the head and looked into my eyes.

"Your prick tastes nice, too," he said.

"Your turn," I replied, as I bent my head down over his groin. His foreskin was half covering his shapely purple glans, and I pushed it back with my lips as my tongue-tip probed his delicate slit. I tasted the salty flavor of his natural lubricant and heard him moan; "Jack, Jack." I lightly scraped the top of his glans with my teeth and heard him cry out; "Oh, oh, oh, Jack!" "Your lube tastes salty," I said, as I lifted my head.

"We'd better take it easy or we'll be shooting too soon." I saw him nod, and we straightened our bodies in the water, facing each other, and feeling the hardness of our engorged pricks between us. I rolled him away from me, so that his prick was inches away from one of the water jets. Grasping the rim of his foreskin with two fingers of each hand, I spread the orifice and pulled it closer to the jet. The rushing water filled his foreskin, making it balloon, and Bob gasped in delight as the sensations hit him.

"Let me do it to you," he said, and I let go his penis and turned away from him. His fingers stretched my foreskin away from my swollen glans as he pointed my prick at a water jet. He was very careful, knowing the water pressure could tear the foreskin from my penis if he placed it right over the nozzle. I felt the rush of water fill my foreskin, stretching it and tickling the delicate nerve endings inside. Hot water swirled around my rim and into the deep groove behind it, and I sighed at the delicious feelings this produced. We separated and lay side by side, gently touching each other's equipment to avoid precipitating orgasm too quickly. I lightly caressed the wrinkles of his foreskin, occasionally slipping a finger inside the hood to touch the flaring ridge. Bob pulled my hood away from the head, stretching it to one side, then the other, and finally out in front. I gently tickled his shaven ball sac with my fingertips feeling his other hand cup my balls.

"This is so sexy," he said to me in his deep voice as we continued to fondle each other's pricks and balls. The hot water continued to swirl around us for many minutes while we enjoyed the low key sensations. Finally, Bob siad:

"I need to come, Jack. Can I go first?" "Okay," I replied, as I shifted position to get between his thighs, my legs supporting his butt and bringing his prick out of the water. I bent my head and pushed his foreskin down off his shining purple tip with my lips, as my tongue probed his slit and savored his sexy masculine taste. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I brought his skin up over his ridge as my lips withdrew, then pushed the hood back again as I once more engulfed his swollen glans. Bob was really ready, because a steady ooze of heavy lubricant trickled from his slit and I felt his glans swelling even more and becoming harder between my lips.

Raising my head, I flicked his foreskin a few times over his engorged corona, and watched his body shudder with the strong sensations. His hips bucked, and he cried out "Jaaaack!" as a long white stream erupted from the end of his purple glans and shot a foot into the air. I put my lips over his throbbing tip in time to catch the next gush, which filled my mouth with a mixed salt and chlorine taste. Pulling his skin all the way back, I engulfed his big purple tip, locking my lips behind the ridge, as his throbbing prick shot the next load deep into my mouth. Bob moaned my name again as he thrust his shaft deep into my mouth, and I felt his big knob filling the back of my throat. I swallowed hard, my throat muscles squeezing his glans, and I felt him spasm again. His body strained against mine, wracked by intense sensations, and I felt him shudder again and again.

His prick-throbs grew weaker, and finally the last drop of cream oozed from his slit. He gazed into my eyes as the warm, lazy feeling of the afterglow filled his body, but in another minute he'd gotten up and crouched over my groin, one of his legs under me to keep my prick above the surface of the bubbling water. Grasping my prick hard around the base, he squeezed to make the veins pop and then pushed my foreskin back with his warm lips, as I'd done to him. I'd been on the brink of orgasm as I made him shoot his load, and now Bob didn't have to do much to push me over the edge. Holding my skin back with his hand, he lightly scraped his teeth down the broad upper surface of my swollen glans, making me cry out:

"Oh Bob, Bob, Bob!" I felt a hot spike of sensation travel down my shaft to the root, triggering the intense pounding of orgasm. It felt like gallons of cream boiling up my tube as the first discharge began, and I cried out "Bob, Bob, Bob!" again. The intense throbbing filled my glans and shaft, and my eyes closed as the sensations put my conscious mind on "HOLD." I was totally focused on Bob's teeth scraping my tender, swollen glans, triggering the nerve endings as I moaned and writhed in the free-fall of orgasm. Gushes of juice shot up my tube, and it felt as if all of my insides were pouring into Bob's mouth.

I shot again and again, emptying myself, until the flow weakened and Bob pulled away. I felt his fist stroking my thick hood up and over my hard swollen ridge, milking the last few drops from my tortured prick. I felt the tickle as the last few drops oozed up my tube, and opened my eyes to see Bob's tongue licking them as they emerged from my teardrop shaped hole. Bob pulled the long hood up to encase the now softening head of my cock, and lay down beside me in the tub. I looked over at him, and said something I never thought I'd say to another man:

"I love you."

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