Larry's Penis In My Hand 2

"Yeah, it feels really good. I like feeling your hand on my dick. I'm glad we decided to do this." His words gave me a warm feeling, and I was grateful for his full acceptance.

"I'm glad you said that," I told him. "It makes me feel very close to you." I lifted his chin with my other hand and lightly kissed him on the lips.

"I've never been kissed by a man before," he whispered wonderingly. I kissed him again before saying:

"Neither have I, Larry. It's something new for both of us and I really like it."

"I like it because it's you," he said fervently. Overcome by emotion, I let go of his prick and hugged him to me, pulling him down on the bed as my lips sought his again.

"You're really my friend," he said, and I saw tears come to his eyes. He climbed on top of me, and I felt our pricks pressed together between our bodies as he kissed me again and again, passionately and without hesitation. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him very close to me. Now my eyes were tearing too.

"This feels so good, and we haven't really done anything yet," I murmured into his ear. The delicate scent of his body was very pleasing to me.

"Yeah, but we're going to do a lot," he told me. "If it's so great at the start, what will it be like when we really get going?"

"I can imagine a couple of things," I suggested. "I'll watch you as I stroke your prick, watch you getting excited, and then watch you shoot your load. I know my prick throbs hard when I come, and now I'll get to feel yours throbbing between my fingers as I make you shoot."

"That sounds wonderful," he said. "I'm already getting to play with an uncut cock, and it's so nice." He rolled off me and grasped my prick again. "Does the skin go back up or is it stuck here?" My foreskin was fully retracted, forming a thick fleshy collar behind my flaring corona.

"It locks behind the rim when you pull it all the way back," I answered. "Here, let me show you how to get it forward again." I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around my shaft behind the bunched foreskin and pulled upward, rolling the thick hood over the corona and compressing it, to bring it fully over my helmet.

"I like that," he said. "Your skin goes all the way up and covers the head. Are all guys that way?" I squeezed his shaft as I replied:

"No, foreskins vary just like pricks do. Some guys have longer pricks than others. Some guys have foreskins that barely cover the rim when they're soft, and when they get hard they look like they've been circumcised. Some cover the head half-way. Others are longer, and some are as long as mine."

"Well, I like yours, Jack. I'm glad you have a nice long skin. It gives me more to play with."

"It really does," I said. "I can take long strokes when masturbating. You can try it now, pulling it all the way down and then all the way up."

"Yeah but your cock looks pretty sensitive," he said.

"Try it, Larry," I urged. "I'll tell you if you're hurting me or making me sore." Larry wrapped his fist around my prick ad began stroking my foreskin slowly, testing its elasticity, bringing it back behind the flaring corona. Then he urged it up, compressing my flaring rim and bringing it sliding down the taper of my wet glans until it formed a pucker at the end.

"That's really nice, Jack. I noticed you're getting some lube, like I am. That makes the skin slide easier, doesn't it?

"Yes it does," I answered. "If I didn't have lube, it would get sore."

"I always need lube to masturbate," he told me. "I don't have your skin and I have to rub the head with my fist. I don't secrete enough lube for that, so I usually use some sort of oil or lotion."

"I've got some cooking oil in the kitchen," I said. "Want me to get it now?" Larry's fingers tightened on my prick, and I felt him stroking my foreskin faster.

"No, just stay where you are, Jack. Now that I've got the hang of it I want to make you come. It shouldn't take long because I've heard that uncut guys are more sensitive."

"That's true," I said. "Okay, I'll have you make me come. Just take some of those tissues ready to wipe me off." I felt Larry's fingers working my foreskin in the long and sensual strokes that I love, covering and uncovering the swollen helmet.

"Okay, Jack, I'll make you come now. Okay if I just have you shoot on your stomach? I'll wipe it off after."

"No, go ahead, Larry. Man, you're really getting me hot." I was starting to get a tickle in my rim as the foreskin rode over it, the combined friction and compression exciting my nerve endings.

"Your balls are already tight," he observed. "Hell, mine are too, just from doing this to you and feeling your hand on me." I still held Larry's prick in my left hand and continued to squeeze the head.

"It'll be nice when I come, knowing that you're doing it to me. This is much better than doing myself," I told him.

"Oh, I know," he said. "Feeling your fingers on my dick is a lot better than feeling my fingers. It feels better than any woman who ever touched me."

"Most women don't know how to give a hand job," I said. "Anyway, most are interested only in themselves. They don't give a shit about the guy they're with."

"You can say that again," he riposted. "Anyway, I noticed your head's getting darker, and that means you're close." His fingers accelerated as he continued to stroke my foreskin.

"You're right, Larry. I'm getting a tickling feeling all over the head."

"Want me to keep stroking you hard all the way through?" he asked.

"No, I'm glad you mentioned that," I replied. "My prick gets very sensitive when I come. If you keep on stroking hard the way you're doing now it would get very uncomfortable. When you see me shoot about three time, just pull my foreskin all the way down and hold it there." The tickling was intense now, and I felt myself withdrawing from the outside world as my body filled with sensation. The sensation heightened and the tickle changed to a hot tingle that traveled down my shaft and triggered the first spasm deep inside me as my eyes closed.

I cried out as the first charge of hot sperm shot up my prick, burning its way up the delicate mucous membrane of my urethra. Larry's fingers were just stroking my foreskin upward, and I felt the juice tickling the inside of my pucker as it shot forth. Now his hand pulled my hood down all the way and as my foreskin snapped down into the groove my second convulsion occurred deep in the root of my prick.

The second torrent squirted into my urethra and gushed upward, erupting from my naked glans to spill all over my abdomen as I cried out again. I was helpless in his hands, as this was the first time a man had stroked me this way and the sensations were immeasurably more intense than when I did myself.

Larry brought my foreskin up again and I felt the pressure of his fingers compress my rim through the thick fleshy covering as it slid over my slippery tip. Another spasm shook me and I felt my hips bucking as I thrust my prick up reflexively, shooting my juice wildly. Now he skinned me down hard, and I shot again, the hot torrent distending my urethra and making me cry out again. He held my hood down tightly as my prick throbbed again, shooting another jet from the lips of my slit.

Several lesser spasms followed, and my jets diminished to a dribble. I was out of this world, breathless from the novel sensation of being jacked by another guy, and I lay there inert as the sensations gradually faded and my body began to relax. I opened my eyes and said:

"That was hot, Larry. It's so different from when I stroke myself. Your hand made it so more exciting and intense."

"I'm glad it was so good for you," he said. "I felt your dick throb with every shot, and the jizz shot from your big tip really hard."

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