Mutual Jackoff with Coworker

One day at work, Hal came up to the next urinal, and I saw him look down at my prick, which I'd half skinned-back to prevent splatter. 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."

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"It makes jacking off much better, too, with all that skin," he continued. Nobody else was in the men's room to overhear his remark, which didn't surprise me, as he was one of the few unmarried guys in the company besides myself.

"Right," I replied, as I milked the last drops from my dick and slid the foreskin forward to engulf the purple glans fully.

"I'd appreciate a little demonstration, if you've got the time," he suggested, looking me directly in the eyes.

"Okay," I answered.

"When?"

"How 'bout this evening, around seven?" he said.

"Sounds good," I replied. Hal finished his leak, shook it off, then wrote his address in the pad he always keeps in his shirt pocket, tore the page out, and handed it to me.

"See you then," I said, and left. At seven exactly I rang the bell of a neat single-story detached house about a mile from the company. The door swung open, and I saw Hal in the darkness behind it. As I entered, I saw he was already naked. Hal was slightly shorter than my six feet, and somewhat more muscular. His thick gray hair contrasted with my thinning white hair. He led me into the living room, where he was playing a European sex video on a 36" TV, and pointed to the couch, covered with a thick blanket. I quickly stripped down and sat to his right on the couch, taking a good look at his erection. The room was bright enough so that we saw each other clearly. Hal's cock was about seven inches, an inch longer than mine, and bulkier as well. Now it was covered with thin latex, and I saw a foil envelope stamped "Trojan Large" on the coffee table in front of us.

"I like to use a condom," he explained, "because it's almost like having a foreskin to move up and down my prick. That's why I have a European jack-off tape on too, for inspiration." I saw that the guy on the screen was lovingly sliding a thick fleshy hood up and down his large purple glans, glistening with thick, slippery natural lubricant. Hal had been at this for a few minutes already, I guessed, because the inside of his condom was wet and slippery with his lube.

"Can I touch?" he asked, gesturing towards my swelling cock. I nodded, and his hand closed around the shaft below the head, slowly working the loose hood farther up, then pulling back to uncover the large Darth Vader helmet that was rapidly engorging to full size. With the foreskin pulled back, my hard-on measures six inches from base to the end of the helmet. With the long foreskin pulled forward over the head, it's a bit more than that. Hal's hand now slid the foreskin forward again, jumping over my flaring ridge, then sliding downhill to the end, where it formed a nipple in front of the blunt dome. I felt a drop of viscous lube crawling up my urethra. When he pulled the fleshy covering back again, the drop had filled the large, teardrop shaped orifice at the end. At the same time, Hal was working the latex hood up and down his cock. He'd put the condom on so that he had lots of slack at the end, and he used this to massage his glans up and down.

"Can I help?" I asked, wanting to reciprocate. Hal removed his hand and I grasped his cock, feeling the warm stiffness through the thin latex. My fingertips ran around the rim of his glans, making Hal draw a deep breath. His fist squeezed my cock as I twisted my hand around his cock, slowly covering every inch of the sensitive surfaces. I rubbed small circles around the hole at the end of his plum-shaped glans, then caressed the broad upper surface. Then I ran my fingers around rim high flaring rim, making him gasp, and then I caressed the sensitive nerve endings in the groove behind the head. I now ran a finger down to the underside of the head, probing the triangular groove where the two sides of his rim swept down to meet, and pressed the hot button. Now I pumped his prick slowly, sliding my fist up over the glans, taking the condom with me, knowing he could feel every ridge in my fingertips through the thin latex. Hal pumped my cock several times, alternating his gaze between my cock and that on the screen. I was enjoying the sensations, made more pleasurable because the hand was not my own.

"It's always nice to feel a guy's hand on my cock," Hal commented, echoing my thought.

"You're pretty worked up," I replied.

"Oh, yeah," he said.

"Zour cock's more sensitive but I'm way ahead of you. I could pop any second." I squeezed his glans, forcing some of the blood out, and felt his cock throb in response. Hal's eyes were becoming glassy, and his breathing deeper as I continued to massage his turgid cock. I twisted my fist around the big head again, and he gasped. His knees had been bent, like mine, but now his legs went out straight in front of him, and he let go my cock as his elbows dug into the cushions. I felt the flesh of his hot glans swelling under my fingers as his excitement mounted and his glans lost its spongy feel.

"I'm gettin' my thrill," he groaned, almost painfully, and I knew he was on the final plateau before blast-off.

"I know," I murmured.

"I can feel your tip swelling, and the rim's really sticking out now." I punctuated my comment by a quick sweep around his ridge, working the nerve endings to make him groan in delight. Although I couldn't see the color change through the latex, I was sure his cock-head had darkened to a deeper shade of purple. The guy on the screen was pumping his foreskin rapidly up and down as white jets spurted from his swollen tip, and I heard Hal groan again, more loudly, as I twisted my fist around his head again. My index finger was under the head, in the triangular groove, and I felt the pulse of his first jet as his glans throbbed in my hand. Hal's yell filled the room as the joyful agony of orgasm wracked his body. Warm fluid filled the condom, washing around the glans, which throbbed again as another gush came from his cock.

I worked my fingers over, around, and behind the throbbing cock-head as Hal writhed next to me on the couch, lost in the throes of sensation. His hips bucked, thrusting his cock upward, where my fist tightened upon his glans, and he shot again. I noticed that his head was back on the couch, and his eyes were closed, as he unloaded another gush of sperm into the condom, now sagging with his discharges. I was vicariously enjoying Hal's orgasm, and the power I had to give him such intense pleasure with a few strokes of my hand. His cock throbbed again, and the latex stretched a little more as another rush of warm fluid erupted to bathe his glans. Now his breathing slowed, and the throbs were spaced further apart. The pulses became weaker, and in a few more seconds Hal was still, eyes closed, chest heaving, as I cradled him in my arms.

"Thanks," he said weakly as he opened his eyes. I hugged him again, and we sat together for a couple of minutes while another guy on the screen began jacking his foreskin-equipped prick. Hal got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and the sink running, and in a couple of minutes he returned to sit on my right, his prick still half-swollen. The purple head was still damp, and lay on his thigh as he grasped my cock and began working the hood up and down again. Now I was ready to pop. I'd been watching the characters in the tape, had helped Hal's cock to throb in climax, and now my cock was aching for release. Both Hal and I watched as he stroked my hood up and down, enjoying the delight of the fleshy covering moving forward to engulf my swollen purple glans, then sliding slowly back to reveal first the teardrop orifice, then the front dome, then sliding back over the swell of the glans to ride over the ridge and snap down into the deep groove behind it. My helmet was wet and glistening with lube, and the foreskin slid easily over it when Hal stroked it forward again. The friction on the delicate tissues made my glans tingle, and the tingling increased when Hal stripped the hood back again, revealing another dribble of clear fluid oozing from my hole. Now Hal pulled back harder, putting tension on my gee-string and making the big swollen head dip.

"You're really hot and hard," he whispered.

"I can feel how your tip swelled in the last minute. You're almost there." He was right. My entire glans was tingling with sensation, then it exploded as the hot tingle shot down to my cock-root and the pounding sensations of orgasm began. I heard myself crying out as the first lightning flash went through my penis, the gush of hot lava rushing through my tube to explode from my tip. The thrill was so intense it was almost painful, and I clenched my teeth and groaned again. The white stream shot onto my chest, then I closed my eyes as another throb went through my prick and I was overwhelmed with sensation.

"Go for it, man!" I heard Hal say in the distance as his hot hand flew over my penis, carrying the thick foreskin back and forth over the head. He'd pulled the hood fully forward as another gush streamed from the teardrop shaped orifice, trapping the hot juice under my foreskin and spreading it over the glans. I yelled in ecstasy as Hal stroked another spasm from me, and another, until I was just a quivering bundle of nerve endings. I came back to full consciousness, aware that Hal was holding me, and I turned my head to him and said "Thanks." He helped me into the bathroom to clean up, and invited me to stay the night, which I did.

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