Mutual Masturbation Fantasy

I was hot and horny, ready for another fantasy, reclining on my lounge chair and ready for another exciting trip to orgasm. 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. That day, I fantasized that he sat on the bench, and I decided to sit beside him, because he seemed a bit glum and I was curious.

"Anything wrong?" I asked. He looked at me before replying.

"No, just the usual. I'm lonely and I'm horny." He looked down after he'd spoken. I saw the outline of his cock through the left leg of his pants, the cock-head clearly defined. As nobody else was near, I took a chance and traced the rim with my forefinger.

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"You can go home and satisfy yourself," I suggested, "but another guy's hand always feels better." To my surprise, he got up and looked at me expectantly. I rose and led the way, and we soon arrived at my house, only a few blocks away. Inside, I led him to the bedroom, and sat down next to him. It turned out that he was unattached, as I was, and the summer heat had intensified his sexual urge as it had mine. We looked into each other's eyes, and found some communality.

"I really need an orgasm," he confessed. I was feeling the urge too.

"Let's get naked," I suggested, amazed that he'd be receptive to me, twice his age. Soon we were in the buff, and I pointed to his swelling cock.

"You're lucky," I said. You're not cut." He grinned and replied:

"Neither are you. I like that." His fingers grasped my prick around the head and squeezed gently, making my cock-root throb. I did the same for him, watching as his cock became full-hard. Ronnie had a thin foreskin that covered the head fully, ending in a tight pucker that widened as his broad glans pushed its way out. I saw the teardrop shaped orifice fill with dew as I continued to squeeze his shaft.

His cock was about six and a half inches, slightly longer than mine, and the shaft curved very slightly upward. The thin foreskin had retracted as he'd become erect, baring a large, helmet-shaped glans very much like mine. His hood now lay back flat on his shaft behind the head, and his cock looked circumcised except for the lack of the thick brown scar ring typical of cut pricks. I smelled the delicious uncircumcised man smell from his moist, exposed tip. My cock was now hard as well, with my thick, rubbery foreskin still covering the end.

"You've got a lot of foreskin," he commented, as he began to skin it back slowly, stretching the nerve endings and adding to my excitement. "There's a lot you can do with foreskin like that." He ringed my cock with his fingertips, twisting my foreskin right and left over the head, caressing my rim.

"I like the smell of your cock," he said, as he continued to twirl my foreskin, arousing me as his fingers worked on my snug hood. He skinned me back slowly, sensually, then slipped the skin forward over the bulging German helmet, inhaling the aroma of my hot, moist cock-head.

Ronnie's cock was leaking copiously, and I spread it over the blunt dome of his glans, caressing the nerve endings and making him hot. I sensed that his need was urgent, and I said:

"You go first. I can tell you need it. I can wait." I stroked his naked purple tip with my fingertips, knowing that this would make him come within seconds, and watched as his balls drew up tightly against his body. His tip swelled under my fingers, becoming firmer as his excitement mounted and his orgasm neared. The flaring rim swelled further, darkening with excitement. Now I held his cock almost horizontally, so that his cream would shoot out over his stomach, and worked him up to the brink.

He was gasping now, a string of "Ah-AH-AHs" that told me that his body was operating on pure reflex as I stroked his sensitive swollen tip and strummed the gee-string under his cock-head. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pulled back hard, stretching his gee-string and making his glans dip down towards his tight scrotum. I felt the heavy throb as his cock spit its first stream onto his stomach, the big bulging tip hot between my fingers. Another surge of cream erupted from his orifice, shooting onto his blond hairs, as he convulsed on the bed. His hips bucked, and his cock spit another heavy stream as I continued to massage his sensitive nerve endings. More jets came, until he'd drained himself and lay quietly next to me.

It took a couple of minutes until he roused himself, and then he looked at me, and said:

"Thanks. That was terrific." I bent and licked the last drops of cream from his softening tip, as all fantasy sex is safe sex. The chlorine odor and salty taste aroused me further. Ronnie grasped my cock behind the head and pulled my foreskin all the way back, then all the way forward again, bumping the ridge and making the snug hood slide down the glans to the end. "You can get a nice long stroke with a foreskin like that," he commented as he repeated the motion, torturing my nerve endings.

Then Ronnie grasped my penis, placing thumb and index finger of his right hand on the right side next to the ridge, and the other hand grasping the foreskin on the left side. He pinched my foreskin on the right side first, dragging the tight skin over the glans sideways, then let go as his other hand pinched my foreskin on the left side, dragging and stretching the hood to the left sideways over my swollen cock-head. This was a sensation that cut guys can't even imagine, tremendously stimulating, and making my glans throb in response as my excitement mounted. The quick side-to-side sensations rubbed my rim and gave me a thrill with each squeeze, bringing me closer to orgasm.

I felt my cock swelling as orgasm neared, and Ronnie pulled my foreskin from side to side faster to increase my sensations. He must have felt the pre-orgasmic hardening, because he suddenly skinned me back and put his mouth on my engorged glans.

Conventional wisdom is that you're never supposed to use teeth when sucking a cock, but Ronnie scraped his teeth lightly over my engorged rim, then worked down over the head to the big blunt end, and the sharp sensations made my prick explode. I felt the sudden pounding in my cock-root as my first big surge of cream burned its way up my tube to gush into his mouth. The powerful stream stretched my tube near the end, boiling out of the distended orifice.

My eyes closed as I fell into the hot pit of orgasm, mindlessly writhing and helpless in his hands. My cock-root had another spasm, and more juice erupted from my tip down his throat. I cried out as the sensations shook me, and more jets surged up my tube, burning their way and paralyzing all conscious thought. Hot gizm erupted into his mouth, and I felt him swallow my throbbing cock-head as far as he could, swallowing frantically as I filled his throat with my cream.

My orgasm was fading, my pulses weakening as I drained myself. Sensing this, Ronnie removed his mouth and began pumping my foreskin up over the still swollen head, compressing my ridge and forcing more jets from my engorged prick. My juice no longer burned as it surged up my tube, and the pulses slowed and then stopped.

I lay there, my fist around my now still shaft, enjoying the warm afterglow that had begun to creep over me. When I opened my eyes, Ronnie was gone, and I was alone with a cream-soaked towel on my stomach. I wadded the towel, wiped the residue from my softening cock-head, and slipped the long hood forward to cover it.

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