Sword Fight Fun Times

Rich and I awoke after a long nap following our morning's docking experience. The explosive orgasms had left us drained, but several hours of sleep had refreshed us. I was curled around Rich's body, feeling his warmth against my chest and stomach, enjoying the intimacy, and wondering how we'd spend the afternoon.

"Too bad we didn't come together," he said as he stirred against me.

"Well, I had to be soft for your big helmet to fit inside my foreskin," I answered.

"Yeah, your skin's pretty roomy, but your big tip takes up almost all the room when you're hard." He turned to face me, and I felt his fingertips squeezing the puckered nipple of my foreskin as he spoke. Now that he was facing me, I gently pinched his glans with thumb and forefinger.

"What you're doing feels good," I said as I felt my glans sliding around inside my fleshy sheath. The gentle friction and the stretching of my foreskin were arousing me, and I felt my prick swelling under his fingers.

"It feels good to me too," he said with his usual warm smile. "I'd like to feel your hard tip right up against mine when we come."

"That sounds good to me. Got any ideas?"

"Ever try sword-fighting?" he asked as he worked my prick up to full hardness.

"What's that?" I asked. Rich's penis was also hard now, swollen to its full six inches. Our erections were exactly the same length from pubic bone to the end of the glans. My foreskin formed a thick pucker just beyond the end of the head.

"We go tip to tip, rubbing and slapping our big tips against each other. It's like docking, but without the foreskin." He pulled away to sit facing me. I sat up as well, and let Rich place his right leg over my left thigh, then pull my right leg over his left thigh. We were about a foot apart, and our hot hard pricks spanned the gap between us, heads touching. I squeezed the neck of his penis, between the flaring rim of his helmet and the thick brown scar ring, and felt his glans throb against mine in response.

"I like this," I said. It would be nice if we came together this way." Rich's skilled fingers were rotating my foreskin around the head, sending ripples of sensation down my shaft.

"I like it a lot, Jack. I really enjoy feeling your fingers on my cock."

"Your prick feels so warm," I said. "I like feeling its hardness, and knowing that my touch feels good to you."

"I'm going to retract your foreskin," he said. "You've got to be bare-headed for sword-fighting. Good thing your skin locks behind the high rim and stays out of the way."

"We both have high rims," I replied. "Just push the foreskin back and it'll stay there." Rich's warm fingers expertly pushed my foreskin back over the head until it snapped down behind the flaring rim. The enticing odor of my wet glans and foreskin filled the air, causing Rich to comment:

"Man, I love smelling your prick. It really turns me on. Now I'm going to lube us with Astroglide," he said. "You know what that is." He reached for the plastic bottle on the bedside table and poured a few drops onto my glans, spreading it with the fingertips of his other hand, then lubricated his helmet the same way.

"I love that feeling," I said. "That Astro gives me a warm feeling in the head." I was enjoying the delicious sensation of warmth pervading the sensitive surface of my glans. Rich now grasped our pricks by their shafts, carefully keeping his fingers away from my sensitive helmet because he knew that direct friction would drive me over the edge too quickly.

"I'm really glad our tips are the same size and shape," he said. We both had large purple helmets, with rounded front dome expanding to high flaring ridges that had sexy turn-ups at the back. Our coronas swept forward and down to meet under the heads in thin weld lines joining the twin lobes that bulged under the heads. The twin lobes framed triangular grooves under our heads, and in the grooves were our gee-strings. Although Rich had been circumcised, the doctor had not removed his gee-string, thereby preserving an important seat of sensation. Our slits were medium size, and they pouted to form teardrop shaped orifices with erection. Normally, his exposed glans was dry, with a leathery texture because it was constantly exposed to the air, while mine was always smooth and moist under its protective foreskin. Now, both were wet and glossy with lubricant.

"Now I'll show you what sword-fighting is like." He pressed our tips together and brushed his from side to side against the front of mine. The lips of our slits caught against each other, spreading under the gentle friction, producing a deliciously subtle and exciting sensation, an erotic tickle that excited us both.

"That's really reaching me," I said as he continued the erotic side to side swiping. "Your tip's so smooth," he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss me lightly on the lips. I caressed his shoulders with both hands, then moved down his body to the insides of his thighs. My left hand crept between his legs to cup his scrotum, which was already contracting with excitement.

"Yours feels smooth against mine," I replied. "I like the way our slits are rubbing against each other. That turns me on too."

"Now let's try something else," he said as he adjusted his position, shifting forward and letting his swollen glans slip under mine. His upturned ridge rubbed against the twin lobes under my glans, also brushing the sweet spot of my gee-string. I felt a throb deep inside as my cock-root responded to this stimulation.

"Did you feel me throbbing?" I asked. "You're really turning me on with this."

"I know I'm turning you on," he replied. "Mine throbbed too." He continued the gentle back and forth motion, rocking his pelvis to thrust his glans forward and back under my helmet, the corona sliding smoothly against my twin bulges.

"This feels so intimate, your smooth helmet sliding against mine," I murmured. I was very aroused, and followed an irresistible impulse to lean forward and kiss him, a light dry kiss that expressed my affection for him, not only because of the sexual excitement, but for his warm personality.

"That was nice," he said when I retreated. "Now let's switch." He swung his penis in a small circle, bringing his glans over mine, and pressed the bulges under his helmet against my flaring rim and the thick foreskin collar behind it. Now he resumed his slight thrusting, and I felt the bulges sliding back and forth over my corona, sending sweet tickles into my glans.

"That's it, Rich, rub your gee-string over my ridge," I said, encouraging him to stimulate our tips. Now he lifted his penis and brought it down in a slap against my glans. The shock wave from his hard helmet colliding with mine went through my glans, stimulating the deep-seated nerve endings. He did this several times, from the top, bottom, and from both sides, each delicious shock exciting me even more. Now he stopped and spoke:

"Does it hurt if I pull your skin all the way back?" he asked. "Right now it's filling the groove behind your ridge and I want to pull it back so that I can see the back of your rim." I felt his fingers begin to tug tentatively on my shaft skin, drawing the thick fleshy foreskin collar back from my corona.

"It doesn't hurt; it feels good. Just keep pulling on it. That stretches the nerve endings in my foreskin," I answered. His fingers tightened on my skin, gently drawing it away from my flaring flange.

"I really like the way your tip looks, all naked like that. Pulling the skin back from it makes it stand out, just like mine." He eased himself forward slightly so that the twin lobes under his glans touched the back of my corona. Now he began moving his penis in small circles around mine, so that the backs of our flaring flanges rubbed against each other. His glans slid down the left side of mine, his corona caressing mine, sending hot thrills into the sensitive nerve endings.

"Ohhhhhh" I moaned, feeling the sharp stabs of sensation as his hard flange caressed the back face of mine and the nerve endings in the groove behind it. "Feeling your rim against my rim and the groove is really hot," I whispered, barely able to speak because my mind was focused on the tantalizing sensations.

"It's the same for me," he whispered back. "Your flange feels so hard, rubbing against mine. I'm really sensitive back there, especially the skin between my rim and the scar." His corona was now in contact with the underside of my penis, caressing the twin lobes and the gee-string, and I responded by gently kneading his testicles, feeling them slide inside his tight sac.

"Both our helmets are getting darker," I said. "Your rim feels really hard. Your helmet's swollen like mine." As I spoke, Rich slid his glans up my right side, the sharp flange digging into the groove behind my rim, as well as caressing the back of my engorged rim. I saw a large drop of clear fluid filling the space between the pouting lips of his slit.

"This is so hot..." He trailed off as he continued to move his glans in circles around mine. Now his head was on top of mine, and the drop of lubricant oozed down onto my shaft. Our helmets were fully engorged in the final swelling that precedes orgasm, and I felt the familiar ache in my glans, telling me that my penis urgently needed release.

"Want to come like this?" I asked. "I don't think we can hold off much longer."

"No, we'll finish off tip to tip," he said as he moved back just enough so that the round front domes of our swollen helmets touched. His slit was sliding sideways against mine, repeating the exciting sensations that had begun our sword-fight.

"My helmet's so swollen it almost hurts," I said. "I guess yours is too. We both need to come."

"Mine's swollen too, and starting to tingle," he whispered. "How does yours feel?" I was pumping sensations into his body, caressing the insides of his thighs with one hand while my other hand kneaded his scrotum.

"Mine's tingling too. I think we can make it together, and really share the experience." Rich took a deep breath, then spoke:

"Okay, here's what we'll do. I'll use my hand to hold our heads together, and we'll shoot against each other." He wrapped the warm fingers of his right hand around our swollen heads and his other hand cupped my balls, compounding my excitement.

"I want to kiss you while we come," I whispered, and he leaned forward to touch his soft lips to mine. Suddenly, I felt his hand twist around our swollen tips, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my glans. The hot tingle in my helmet exploded and my eyes closed as I pressed my lips against his.

Rich moaned as I felt his hot jet erupt onto the front of my glans and mine followed a split second later. I was moaning too as the hot stream rushed up my urethra to shoot onto his hard, throbbing helmet. The warmth of his semen added to my sensations. His encircling fingers kept the hot fluid trapped and our streams mixed and ran all over our throbbing tips as we moaned in ecstasy.

I felt his helmet hammering mine with its hard throbs, sending hot waves into my glans as his fingers twisted around our coronas to intensify our sensations. He cried out in blissful agony as the orgasm consumed him, as mine was consuming me. I felt his moans against my lips as his hot hard glans continued to throb against mine, shooting its fiery jets against my sensitive tissues.

We were totally lost in the mindless frenzy of our mutual orgasms, our bodies straining against each other, cock-roots contracting spasmodically, emptying ourselves in blissful streams of life-fluid. I was feeling his orgasm as he was feeling mine, loc ked together by our throbbing helmets and our eager lips.

Suddenly, my tip became too sensitive, and I struggled against him as I cried out: "AH! AH! AH!" He released me as I pulled away, and our straining tips continued to pour white streams onto the bed between us. I opened my eyes and saw our deep purple helmets still oozing, bobbing up and down with each contraction of our cock-roots.

"I know, I know," he whispered. "My tip became too sensitive at the same time." The throbbing in our cocks hadn't yet stopped, and we locked our lips together for another kiss, a deep one this time, with his thick tongue probing into my mouth as we moaned in pure joy.

The hot frenzy slowly left us, and our breathing returned to normal as our spasms lessened and then stopped. We stared, stupefied, at our still hard cocks pointing at each other.

I really loved that," I said. "This is what I missed last time. I really wanted to feel your hot tip throbbing against mine while I was coming, but we couldn't do that when we docked this morning."

"I'm with you, Jack. This morning was great, but even shooting inside your foreskin wasn't as hot as feeling your tip shooting against mine."

"You've really got a beautiful penis," I reflected. "It felt so good against mine."

"Yours is beautiful, too, both ways. I love to see it with the skin back and the big helmet standing out, and with the skin covering it, with the outline showing through it. Feeling it shooting its cream against mine was sensational."

"Thanks for sharing," I said, as I leaned forward again to kiss his hot lips. This time I pushed my tongue between them, and felt his hard smooth teeth, and then the roughness of the upper surface of his tongue. We were breathing through our noses as we held the kiss for over a minute, as I explored the inside of his mouth.

The let-down was creeping over us, the fatigue that inevitably follows a hot orgasm, and the warm afterglow pervaded our bodies. We relaxed, our eyes on each others' bodies, watching our pricks soften and droop, relishing the moment of tenderness.

"We ought to get up and shower," he said. "Then we've got to change the sheets." We disentangled ourselves and headed for the bathroom. Rich turned on the water and we relaxed under the hot spray. The hot water sluicing over my naked glans stimulated my bladder reflex.

"I've got to pee," I said. Rich's fingers slipped my foreskin forward over the head and pinched the end.

"Go ahead, let go. I want to hold your foreskin shut while you do it. I've seen other guys with foreskins do it this way, and I want to hold yours while you pee." My sphincter relaxed and the flow began, first as a trickle that ran down my urethra with a pleasant tickle, then as a heavy gush that made my foreskin balloon until I couldn't stand it any more.

Rich let go, and the thick yellow gush shot out, falling to splash over our feet and down the drain. Rich's flow matched mine, because he too had been affected by the hot water coursing over his naked glans, and we stood together until we were utterly drained.

"I like to pee after orgasm," he said. "That always flushes my tube." He pressed a fingertip into my urethra behind my scrotum and carefully milked me. I did the same for him. Then we soaped each other's bodies, enjoying the sensations as the warm water rinsed the suds from our bodies. Rich carefully skinned me back to let the water remove the residue from my glans and hood, then replaced my foreskin in its normal position, handling my penis is his usual loving manner.

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written by jackinnm