Larry's Penis In My Hand 3

"When I was a kid I dreamed about this," I confessed. "You made it real for me." I reached down to slip my foreskin forward over my softening helmet.

"I sometimes used my left hand to jack myself," he admitted. "I just closed my eyes and imagined it was another guy's hand."

"I did the same thing, Larry. "Using my left hand made the sensations unfamiliar and it was easy to imagine someone else was doing it to me." Larry's prick was rock-hard, the result of my touching him and the excitement of making me shoot as he watched. Before he could wipe up my juice I reached for some of the sperm I'd spilled on my stomach to lubricate my fingers and wrapped my right fist around his prick to massage it.

"That's hot," he said. "Using your jizz to lube me makes it even more exciting." I began working my fist up and down his staff as he rolled to lie flat on his back.

"I don't think we'll need any oil," I said as I continued to stroke his prick in long strokes from the base to over the bulging head. I cupped his tight scrotum with my left hand, my fingertips pressing into the tender flesh behind his balls.

"You'll have to squeeze me tighter than I did you because my tip's not as sensitive," he advised. I tightened my grip and stepped up the pace because I sensed that he really needed quick relief.

"The head's getting darker," I observed. "You're close."

"Your tip got darker too," he replied. "It got harder, too. I felt that through the skin." Now I was pumping his prick, using long strokes and twisting my fist around the glans at the top.

"I can feel your helmet's harder now," I said. "I'm going to keep twisting my fingers around your head because I know this gives you extra sensations."

"Man, it does! It does! I'm getting a hard tickle right in the rim now." His breathing had become more shallow and rapid with his rising excitement.

"Okay, Larry, enjoy the ride. Just relax because I'm doing the work. I want to see you shoot and feel your prick throb, like you did me."

"Oh, man, my head's tingling all over," he said as he turned his head to look down his body to where I was jacking his rigid prick.

"Let it happen, darling," I coached as my flist flew over the stiff shaft and engorged helmet, bringing him to the peak. His jaw tightened and his legs began trembling as the sensations flooded into his body.

"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted loudly as my fingertips behind his balls felt his urethra pulse. His shaft throbbed hard and a long stream of viscous white juice erupted from the distended lips of his slit to fall back on his stomach. My fist was at the top of the stroke now, and I felt his engorged helmet throb as another torrent gushed from it. Larry was grunting and his hips bucked, thrusting his engorged prick deeper into my tight fist as the frenzy of his orgasm gripped him.

I stroked downward, feeling his shaft throb again as a third rope of cream shot from his naked helmet, joining the others on his stomach. Larry keened loudly as another heavy gush poured from his distended slit, this time falling back directly on the glans and my trembling encircling fingers. I twisted my fist, squeezing hard to give him another spasm that wracked his body.

I kept stroking him until the spasms died, knowing that this wouldn't irritate his circumcised glans. Now his teardrop shaped orifice was just seeping, not even dribbling, and I knew it was over for him except for the afterglow. I let him lie there until he'd recovered.

"That was as good for me as I think it was for you," he finally said. "Knowing it was your hand on my dick and your other hand around my balls really did it for me. Thanks, Jack."

"Thank you," I countered as I lay beside him and rolled his body to face me. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing him against me.

"It's so nice, so intimate," he said.

"It s for me too," I added. "I feel really close to you, closer than I ever did to my wife or any woman."

"I think we've really got something going," he told me, staring directly into my eyes. I kissed him on the lips, and then the cheeks, and finally his neck as his hands ran up and down my back, caressing me lovingly and tenderly. Our soft pricks were squeezed between our bodies, warm sticky fluids making them slippery.

"Your prick's really beautiful," I said. "I never thought I'd say that to a man. I really enjoyed stroking it and feeling it throb when you let go."

"Yours is terrific, Jack. I always wanted to play with a dick with skin, see how it works, and now I did. When I watched uncut guys jack off years ago, I wanted to touch them, but I always was afraid."

"There's no reason to be afraid now," I reassured him. "My prick loves attention."

I'll give your cock all the attention it wants," Larry said seductively. I smiled as he continued:

"Maybe we ought to take a shower before that jizz dries on us. It's really hard to get rid of once it dries in the hairs."

"That would be nice," I responded. "Let's go." I stood and held out my hand to Larry. He got up and we went into the bathroom.

"Not much got on the bed but it's all over us," he said as we stood under the warm water. I handed him a sponge and the squirt bottle of liquid soap. He squirted some on the sponge and began to scrub me, especially on my stomach and thighs. Then we switched places and I did him. After replacing the sponge and soap bottle on the shelf I hugged him to me and we kissed again under the warm spray.

"It's nice to feel you against me," I said, hugging him tightly.

"That hot water running over my dick makes me want to pee," he confessed, slightly embarrassed.

"Go right ahead," I urged. "It's only liquid, all water-soluble, and it'll all rinse off. He relaxed visibly and now I saw a thick yellow stream draining from the end of his helmet to swirl down the drain. When he'd finished I spoke again:

"I guess you've seen uncut boys pee in school, right?"

"A few times," he admitted. "Do you pull your skin back when you do it? Some boys did. Some just peed through their skins, and sometimes it got sloppy because it splattered."

`Normally I skin back because my long foreskin will make it splatter. Here in the shower I don't have to. I'll show you something else I do." I pinched the end of my foreskin's nipple and let go. Larry watched, fascinated, as my foreskin distended with urine, obscuring the shape of my helmet and making a bulge bigger than a golf ball.

"Hey, that's cool," he said as I released my foreskin and a thick yellow stream gushed out between us.

"Here, try it," I urged, grasping his right hand and placing his thumb and forefinger around the end of my nozzle. "Just remember to release it when it swells up to what you saw just now." Larry pinched the end of my nipple carefully, shutting off most of the flow, and we watched my foreskin swell again. Now he released it and it gushed strongly, splashing over our legs. He quickly pinched it again when it was fully deflated and my foreskin expanded with the liquid discharge.

"That is so cool," he said joyfully as he released my nozzle and let the accumulated fluid pour out. "How do you clean it? Want me to soap it up for you?"

"No, I never use soap on my penis, especially inside the foreskin. It doesn't get that dirty, and anyway soap's an irritant. I knew a couple of guys who soaped up their pricks and didn't rinse carefully. Their pricks were really sore after a few hours. I just skin back and let the water flow do it. I make sure it's thoroughly rinsed off before I pull the foreskin forward again. Here, you do it for me." Larry grasped my shaft with two fingers of his left hand to steady it and put his thumb and forefinger on both sides of the foreskin covering my glans. He gently eased it back until it snapped down into the groove behind my rim. He held my penis up into the path of the shower spray and turned it somewhat so spray all sides.

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written by jacksantoro