Matt's Prick

I'd met Matt in an Internet chat room, and we'd had several passionate cyber-jacks together before we discovered that we lived in the same city. When I suggested that we meet, Matt agreed immediately. This was reassuring because it implied that he had been truthful about himself. If he hadn't, he would have been reluctant to have me see him as he really was.

Matt invited me to spend the weekend with him, and I eagerly knocked on the door of his house that Saturday morning. When he opened the door, I saw that he was exactly as he'd described himself, about 6'2", my height, and that he appeared to be about 60. I am 63. We both wore glasses, and had slender builds, but I have an embarrassing roll of fat around my waist, no surprise to him because I'd told him about it. Matt led me to the bedroom, where I put my suitcase down on one side of the king-size bed. As it was summer, we were both lightly dressed and it didn't take long for us to drop our clothes on the floor.

As we sat facing each other on the bed, I saw that Matt had a tight scrotum, much like mine, but that his penis looked different. The bulbous head made a pronounced bulge in the thin foreskin that just barely covered the glans to the end. The shaft behind it was thinner than mine. Mine had a big helmet under a long thick foreskin that formed a nipple beyond the end of the head.

"Can I touch?" I asked, perhaps unnecessarily.

"Only if I can touch yours," he replied, extending his hand to clasp the end of my foreskin between two fingers.

"I like the way yours forms a nipple beyond the end," he added. I gently squeezed his big glans between thumb and index finger, making him sigh.

"Feel that?" I asked. Squeezing the head like that makes your cock-root throb, doesn't it?"

"Oh, yeah, it feels good," Matt said as his fingers continued to play with my engorging penis.

"Does your skin cover the head when hard?"

"Yes it does," I replied.

"Yours?"

"Mine always skins back. The head just seems to grow out of it when it swells." I saw the opening in his foreskin expand as the glans began to swell as I squeezed it. The dime-sized opening enlarged to the size of a quarter, and slipped back along the head, revealing the front dome and the long slit. I kept squeezing the spongy head as long as there was foreskin covering it, but it didn't take long for it to swell to full size and I watched the foreskin peel away from the head, revealing the high ridge that stood about 3/8" above the groove behind it. The foreskin was stretched tightly back, the inner lining inverted along the shaft, deep pink and almost translucent.

"Looks like I'm circumcised, with that skin pulled back tight, doesn't it?" he asked.

"I guess it does, a bit, but your head's wet and glossy," I replied.

"If you'd been cut the head would be dry and leathery." I noticed that his thin gee-string was pulled tightly under the head.

"Can it slide forward at all when you're hard?"

"No, not at all, and I have to use lube to stroke, just like the cut guys." Matt picked up a bottle of Astroglide from the bedside table.

""But your tip's a lot more sensitive than if you'd been cut," I remarked.

"Here, let me do that." I took the bottle from him and poured several drops on his mushroom shaped glans, working it in with my fingertips. I watched Matt's eyes light up as I caressed his sensitive nerve endings, and I poured a few more drops on to make sure he was well lubed.

"Man, is it ever sensitive. You could make me come just by what you're doing now." I ran my index finger in small circles around his slit, and Matt sighed deeply. By this time my prick was fully hard, and Matt's fingers were wrapped around the front end, gently sliding my hood back and forth over the head.

"You can skin me back if you want. That way you'll be able to see the head." Matt pulled back on my foreskin, revealing the big purple helmet as the hood stretched over the high ridge and dropped into the deep groove behind it.

"That's a beautiful head you've got. I really love the way the ridge flares out. That looks so sexy. Anyway, I think the glans is the sexiest, most beautiful part of the penis." Matt's index finger caressed my wet and slippery corona, lovingly tracing its contours.

"Yours is nice and sexy too," I said as my fingers continued to work around the contours of his big glans. We could see that our cocks were about the same length overall, his slightly longer than my six inches. However, Matt's mushroom-shaped glans was definitely over two inches long, longer than my flaring purple helmet. His tip was not as dark purple as mine, and the area around the slit was light pink. My other hand cupped Matt's scrotum, and I felt it tighten between my fingers. He wrapped his warm fingers around my balls.

"Your balls are getting tight against your body, like mine," he said.

"I guess we're both really hot." His other hand gently slipped my foreskin back and forth in long strokes, caressing and compressing the corona as it covered and revealed the glans.

"I just love that sexy helmet head."

"Want to go first?" I asked as my fingers continued to massage the firm glans lightly, following the contours and caressing all of the nerve endings in turn. We had discussed the timing of orgasms during our cyber chats, and agreed that having our climaxes one after the other allowed us to enjoy our sensations fully. Each was able to relax and let himself go, concentrating on enjoying the varied sensations to the fullest without the distraction of having to take care of his partner.

"I really think you're closer, Jack," he replied as his fingers retracted my foreskin to reveal my engorged glans.

"Look how dark your head is. I think you'll be blasting off sooner than I will. Anyway, I can't wait to watch you shoot in person." He pushed me back onto the mattress and spread a towel over my stomach before picking up my prick again and jacking my foreskin.

"I've really got an ulterior motive, Jack. Ever since you told me about your long foreskin in the chat room, I've wondered if you could dock me."

"Yeah, I've got a long foreskin, Matt, and there's a lot of room underneath, but my big helmet takes up most of the space. You can get a finger in there, but that's it."

"That's when you're hard, Jack. If I make you come first, your tip will shrink and maybe I'll be able to get mine in there. Want to try?"

"Let's go for it," I said.

"I'd love to feel your big mushroom inside my hood."

"Your foreskin's nice and tight, must really give the head a sexy squeeze when I slide it this way," he said, continuing his strokes.

"I think a couple of drops of lube would help, though." He poured a couple of drops of the slippery and viscous lubricant on my glans, using the ring of foreskin to spread it evenly.

"Astroglide gives me a warm feeling," I said.

"Does it do that for you too?" I felt the warmth being spread under my foreskin, all over the head.

"Yeah, it does that to me too," he replied.

"I think it's the glycerin in it." My fingers were wrapped around his bulbous glans, caressing it.

"I'm afraid of making you come," I said.

"Are you close?"

"No, I won't be coming for a while yet," he replied.

"Just don't go too fast. Anyway, if it turns you on to hold on to my penis while I work on yours, go ahead. Otherwise, you can let go."

"You're right, holding on to yours does turn me on while you're stroking mine. I just love the feel of your hard cock in my hand. Thinking about how it'll feel inside my foreskin gets me even hotter." Matt's warm fingers continued to stroke my foreskin up and down over my bulging glans. The persistent friction gave me a tickling feeling where the foreskin slid over my sensitive nerve endings. Matt's other hand clamped tightly around the base of my shaft.

"This will make the head swell more because I'm blocking off the veins," he said.

"Now it'll really turn dark." I felt my glans swell, and the tickling feeling changed to a hot tingle that began in my rim and spread through the head.

"The head's all tingly now," I said. I felt Matt's strokes slow as he sought to prolong the last stage of the build-up. We both enjoyed the feeling of anticipation during the last seconds before the explosion. Now all of my attention was focused on the hot sensations in my prick.

"Man, your head's really dark purple now," Matt said. I barely heard him because I was going "OH-OH-OH" with the rising sensations.

"I'm going to do what you told me you do when you get close," Matt said as he skinned my prick back all the way, putting tension on my foreskin's nerve endings and lightly bumping the ridge with the tight skin collar. My eyes closed as the glans went into its final swelling, and I knew I was about to take the plunge. The hot tingle rushed down my shaft, and the heavy pounding of orgasm began in my cock-root. I heard myself crying out in anguished delight in the distance as I went into the free-fall of orgasm and the first hot jet rushed up my urethra. Another jet of hot lava burned its way up my penis and the tingle spread through my body. I was in an altered state of consciousness, aware only of the sensations in my throbbing prick, the rest of the world very remote from my mind. More jets surged through my hot, pulsating penis, leaving me weak and helpless, a mass of sensation. When the pulsing in my cock-root faded, I opened my eyes and saw my big purple glans oozing a thin stream of white cream. Above it, Matt's blue eyes stared intently at my prick, studying my shaft and glans as the final weak throbs filled me.

"Man, that was awesome," Matt said, "watching your big purple tip swelling and shooting. I could also feel your cock throbbing in my fingers, and I almost came just then." Matt leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. I got up on my elbows, and saw that Matt's prick was as erect as ever, a thin ooze of clear liquid falling from his long slit to the towel underneath. My erection began to subside, and Matt pushed my thick foreskin collar from behind my rim to cover the head. I lay back and turned on to my side, my fingers stretching the forward edge of my foreskin out to widen the orifice.

"Your turn, Matt," I said.

"I want to make your prick feel good just like you did mine." He lay beside me, thrust his hips forward, and his big mushroom touched my gaping foreskin. He eased the big blunt nose inside, and I pulled the foreskin forward to cover his head right to the rim. I felt him quiver as my warm flesh encased his hot hard glans.

"OOOOHHHH, feels good," he said. His glans pressed against my shrunken head deep inside my hood, and I grasped the thin shaft of his prick with my other hand to stabilize it. My fingers began stroking my foreskin over the surface of his wet, slippery tip. It was a snug fit, producing just the right amount of friction to bring him to climax.

"I'm going to slide my foreskin about half-way back off the head, then work it out right to the rim," I said. I stroked my long thick hood back, then forward until it engulfed his high corona and dropped into the deep groove behind it.

"I've never before felt foreskin over my aroused cock-head," he said.

"This is really hot." I kissed him on the lips, then his neck as I worked my foreskin back and forth over his sensitive glans. Matt's breathing deepened, and his legs began trembling slightly. I could feel, through my foreskin, how his cock-head was becoming firmer and swelling to its final limit as orgasm neared. Now Matt was grunting with each stroke, and I knew he was primed for his orgasm.

"HUH-HUH-HUH," he grunted as I pumped my foreskin faster over his swollen mushroom. I saw his eyelids snap shut and his mouth open wide as he withdrew into himself under the rush of sensations. Suddenly, his hard, swollen glans throbbed through the foreskin, and Matt screamed in joyful agony as the first sharp pulse filled his cock-root. I felt the hot stream filling my foreskin as his body trembled, and then another gush of hot juice swirled around our cock-heads, the excess oozing out between the edge of my foreskin and his corona. His glans throbbed against mine and flooded my foreskin with more juice.

He gasped with each powerful gush as his glans throbbed inside my foreskin. He was helpless in my hands, overwhelmed with the force of his biological storm, and he cried out again and again as each contraction gripped him, until the last pulse had faded and he lay utterly still. My hands were wet with his white cream, which continued to dribble from my foreskin. I felt his mushroom head begin to shrink inside my hood, and after a minute it slipped from its temporary sheath. Matt's eyes were still closed as I pushed his thin foreskin forward to cover his softening cock-head. Then I wiped us with a fresh towel and hugged him to me. His eyes opened, still not totally recovered from the shock of his intense orgasm, and stared into mine. I kissed him on the forehead, the tip of his nose, and his lips. Matt hugged me hard, and I felt his warm body full-length against mine. Our pricks were crushed together between our stomachs.

"Thanks, oh thanks," he said.

"That was a wonderful experience," he continued.

"I just don't remember when I had a hot come like that one."

"It was great for me," I replied." I felt your cock-head throbbing against mine as you shot your loads right into my foreskin. You drained yourself completely into my foreskin, and that felt great for me." He was already asleep in my arms.

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written by jackinnm