Larry's Penis In My Hand 4

"Now pull my foreskin back farther so that it's clear of the groove," I instructed. "There's probably a little urine or sperm at the bottom of the groove and I'd like to rinse that out too." He followed my instructions, and now my helmet was standing out proudly at the end of my prick, unobstructed by any folds of foreskin, and the flowing water rinsed it thoroughly. "Okay, now pull it all the way down," I finished, and Larry slid my foreskin down over my glans.

"Do you always pull the skin forward after you wash?" he asked.

"Always," I answered. "Otherwise it would feel uncomfortable with my glans rubbing against my underwear. Anyway, it's supposed to be inside the foreskin to keep it moist and sensitive."

"You don't want your tip to dry out and lose sensitivity like mine, then," he said.

"That's right, Larry. Now let's get dried off." We stepped out of the shower and dried each other with my towel. It added to the intimacy that we died each others' bodies, exploring the depressions and crevices.

"I really like the way your dick looks, with that nozzle dangling right at the end," he said. "That looks so cute."

"Yours really isn't bad," I said. "You've got a nice head on it, and it's something to be proud of."

"All that's missing is the skin," Larry complained. "I could do so much if my dick had skin like yours."

"I know you'd enjoy it," I said. "You really got a charge playing with mine this evening. You liked the way it slides up and down."

"There's more than that," he said. "I was on the Internet looking at some of the sex sites the last few days. I saw a couple that showed docking."

"What's that?" I asked.

"That's taking the other guy's dick-tip inside your skin," he informed me. "They even showed pictures of it. You've got to have enough skin to make room for your tip and the other guy's with both of you hard."

"That sounds interesting," I said, suddenly excited by the prospect. "That would be really intimate. I felt your prick throbbing between my fingers when you came before, and with this I'd feel your helmet throbbing inside my foreskin."

"I'd love that," Larry confirmed. "You'd be just right for docking. You said some guys don't have enough skin, maybe enough to cover part of the head when they're soft, but when they get hard it all goes back behind the rim."

"Yeah, I've seen that a few times," I agreed. "When they're hard they could pass for circumcised."

"You've got more than enough to cover the head when you're hard. You might even be able to stretch it a little to cover mine."

"I'd sure like to try," I said. "What about in the morning when we're fresh? I'm a little sleepy now, and I guess you are too." I hugged him to me.

"Morning would be fine," he agreed. "I'd sure love to feel your tip throbbing against mine when you come. Meanwhile, it's going to feel good sleeping with you."

"That's for sure," I answered. "We'll cuddle up and share our body warmth." We climbed into bed and pulled the covers around us.

`Your body feels nice against mine," Larry said. "You feel better than my wife ever did."

"You feel good to me," I said. "That's because I like you more than I ever did my wife."

"I know what you mean," he expounded. "My wife was my wife, but I couldn't tell her things, couldn't confide in her the way I can with you. You understand." He kissed me lightly on the lips and then I kissed Larry's neck. Our arms were around each other as we descended into blissful unconsciousness.

Larry's body was pressed against mine when I awoke. He'd awakened before I had, and he was pressing his morning wood against mine. I felt a pleasant tingle where our pricks made contact, and the slight movement of his hips slid my foreskin gently over my swollen helmet.

"We're both hard," he said. "We could dock now, before we go to pee." I pulled away from him and threw back the covers. Our erections were at 45 degrees to our bodies, and I pushed mine down to point at his groin. He pushed his down so that his swollen purple helmet kissed the end of my foreskin. Now he grasped my hood with two fingers and began sliding it in short strokes to excite me further.

"I feel a drop of lube crawling up my prick," I said.

"That's good, Jack. We need lube for my tip to go inside your skin." His strokes brought my foreskin back far enough to expose the front dome of my helmet and he pushed his hot glans against it, sending a thrill down my prick.

"Your helmet feels good against mine, the way it's rubbing and sliding," I said. I realized that I was letting him set the pace, as he had seen pictures of the docking procedure and I hadn't. His tip pressed harder, compressing the front of my helmet slightly, and now he began pulling my foreskin forward over his glans. Drops of lube seeped from my distended teardrop orifice, easing the insertion.

"I'm slipping it in," he said as he held the edges of my foreskin spread with his fingers and pressed his helmet deeper into the channel.

"This is the first time I've had someone else's tip inside my foreskin," I told him. "It feels really good."

"This is the first time my tip's been inside anybody's skin, except when I was born before they cut mine off." I reached down to cup his scrotum with the fingers of my left hand. My right hand closed around my prick over the glans and pushed my foreskin forward to finish enclosing his swollen helmet. Larry removed his hand and reached farther down. I felt his gentle fingers closing around my balls, and another thrill shot through me.

"I love this, going head to head with you," I told him before I kissed his lips again. He kissed me back passionately and our tongues met as our lips parted. We inhaled each other's exhalations as I began working my foreskin over his helmet, the forward edge of my hood enclosing his rim and the groove right behind it.

"I know I'll feel your tip shooting against mine when you come," he said.

"And you'll be shooting your juice against mine, right into my foreskin," I added. The thought added to our excitement and anticipation, and I tightened my grip on my foreskin, twisting it over his turgid glans.

"Usually I like to wait when I jack off because it's hotter when I come," he said. "This time, I can't wait. I really want to come inside your skin and feel you shooting against me."

"I know your sperm's going to feel hot when it hits my helmet," I said. "Are you getting close?"

"Yeah, Jack, I am. The way you're twisting the skin around my tip is making me very hot." I intensified my twisting, and felt the extra friction against my hard helmet as well.

"I know you're very hot," I told him. "I feel how your helmet's gotten harder through my foreskin."

"Yours is harder too Jack. I feel it when I press my tip against the front of yours. It's not spongy anymore." Larry's thrusting had become more intense as his breathing had become shallow and rapid like mine. I felt the front dome of his hot hard helmet press rhythmically against mine as I worked my foreskin over his swollen corona, stimulating the many nerve endings.

"Larry, Larry," I moaned as I felt my sensations mounting, signaling the approach of orgasm. Now my eyes closed as the hit tingle began in my glans.

"Jack, I'm almost there," he wailed loudly as he neared his peak. I gave his glans a hard squeeze as I twisted my hood again over his rim, and I heard him cry out in agonized ecstasy.

"AAAAHHHHH!" he wailed as I felt the first hard throb of his helmet releasing hot sperm against the front face of mine, triggering my first spasm. I grunted hard as my insides contracted, shooting a torrent of hot cream out of my prick to pour over his helmet. His second discharge penetrated deeply into my foreskin, swirling around my corona and spreading over the contours of my glans.

We grunted and groaned as our bodies strained against each other, hot hard helmets throbbing and coupled inside my hood. We flooded my foreskin with hot cream, mindlessly thrusting against each other, disgorging torrents of juice that had built up during the night.

It was a new experience for both of us, and the novelty made it super-exciting. The closeness of feeling every throb of the other's helmet during orgasm intensified the sensations for us. My glans tingled and throbbed, and I cried out each time another hot jet of sperm slammed through the distended lips of my orifice.

The force of our discharges lessened and soon we'd drained ourselves thoroughly. Our orgasms had faded, but the emotional and physical shock waves had not. Our bodies continued to tremble as our pricks were softening, and we hugged each other fervently, seeking the closeness that made us feel secure.

"This was super, Jack. I never came so hard in my life."

"I think it was the same for me," I agreed. "The only thing that came close was my first orgasm at age 12. I saw stars before my eyes, I cried, and my prick was too sensitive to touch for several minutes."

"I want us to stay together, Jack. I've never felt this close to anyone in my life." He then kissed me again as we hugged tightly. I took a deep breath and said:

"I love you, Larry. I've never said that to any man."

"Likewise," he replied.

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written by jacksantoro