The Other Side

I'd met my jack-off buddy, "Naturalman," and enjoyed both real life and fantasy sessions with him because we're both uncut. We live far apart from each other, so real life meetings were rare, but we kept in close touch by other means. One of our few meetings was in Denver, when we both had to be there on business. Bob's childhood friend Phil lived there, and had invited us to stay with him. Bob and Phil were both 53, younger than I, and Bob had told me a little about him.

Phil had been cut at birth, and while they were kids Bob and Phil often compared cocks, with Phil looking enviously at Bob's intact version. They had played with each other's pricks back then, and Phil had been fascinated the way Bob's helmet was sheathed and protected by the fleshy sleeve that slid easily back and forth. We met that weekend at Phil's house, a large detached model with a big back yard in Cherry Hills, and after introductions sat down to chat.

It was a hot summer day, and Phil suggested get naked and sit around his pool, protected from view by a high fence. Bob was about 5'7", with a weight lifter's build, and salt and pepper hair. Phil was about six feet, a couple of inches shorter than I, and had a lean build. I had some middle-aged fat around my waist, as I am too lazy to work out regularly. We were all clean shaven. As we sat together on the chaise-longue, we eyed each other's crotches, and I noted that Bob and I had medium-sized cocks, big, meaty helmets making our ample foreskins bulge. My hood had a longer nipple than Bob's, though.

Phil's was about the same size, three inches limp, with a large leathery purple helmet ahead of a thick brown scar ring. Bob and I had high, tight scrotums, while Phil's hung down noticeably. We all had average pubic bushes.

"That's a neat scar ring," I commented.

"I've seen a lot that were jagged, but yours is a perfect circle."

"Yeah, the doctor told me he used a round metal clamp on it. That's why it came out neat. I wish I hadn't been cut, though. My prick would be more sensitive, like you guys."

"Bob was telling me how sensitive his tip is," Phil continued.

"When we were kids, I noticed how just a light touch on the head made him squirm. Mine's nowhere near that sensitive."

"The first time I skinned it back when I was a kid," Bob began, "the tip was so sensitive that it was almost painful to touch. I couldn't run a washcloth over it, because it was too tender. Later, it got less sensitive, and I was able to stroke it directly when I jacked off. How about you, Jack?"

"Same here. Mine's very sensitive, too, and at first I couldn't touch it even with a fingertip." I replied.

"The foreskin keeps it moist and tender. It also has a lot of nerve endings in it, which is why it's very pleasant to do this." I began rolling the long nipple between two fingers, relishing the pleasant sensations that filled my cock.

"Can I do that?" Phil asked. I quickly removed my hand and felt Phil's electric touch, rolling my nipple the way I had. My cock began to swell.

"I can do something for you, if it's okay," I suggested. Phil nodded and I squeezed his purple glans at the sides with thumb and forefinger, knowing this would produce the bulbo-cavernal reflex in his cock-root.

"Hey, that feels very nice," he said.

"It makes my cock-root throb." I saw his prick begin to swell, as mine was doing.

"That works whether you're circumcised or not," I explained, watching Phil's cock swell to full size as I kept pinching his tip.

"Just watching you guys is making me hard," chimed in Bob, whose cock was also rising. He twisted his foreskin gently in his fingers, stretching the nerve endings. It didn't take long for all of us to rise to full mast, and we compared erections. I had exactly six inches, with the head still covered by foreskin. Bob's prick was slightly shorter than mine, and his hood covered his head. Phil had about 6 1/2" with a shapely glans at the end. We all had straight shafts. . The skin was very tight on Phil's shaft, and when I wrapped my fingers around it to pull the skin over his rim, it hardly moved.

"I was cut real tight," he said regretfully. Phil reached over to skin back Bob's hood, exposing the shiny purple head, which was slightly more tapered than mine. Phil turned to put his tip next to Bob's comparing the dry, leathery texture of his against Bob's tender glossy one. Bob began tugging back slightly on mine, stretching the tight pucker slightly, as I gasped.

"Damn, that feels nice," I said. My cock-head was full-hard, and Bob was progressively stretching my long tight hood back over its blunt nose.

"Will it come back all the way?" Phil asked anxiously.

"Oh, no problem," I replied.

"It's just fun skinning it back by stages. Bob continued to jiggle my hood over the front of the head as I worked on Phil's swollen tip, which now showed a clear drop in its long slit. My other hand clamped tightly around the base of his shaft, constricting the veins and making the head bulge even more.

"That works on both kinds of cock, too," I said, as we watched the surface of his glans stretch and become glossy with tightness.

"I think your flaring rim's very sexy," I said, as I worked his hot hard prick. Phil slipped his pinky under Bob's hood, and worked it around, probing for the flaring ridge that made a noticeable bulge in the skin. He then gently eased Bob's hood all the way back, and we watched the foreskin snap into the deep groove behind the rim. Phil leaned forward, inhaling the heavy, masculine odor of natural cock.

"I love that smell," he exclaimed. Bob had my hood halfway back now, and Phil stared at the blunt nose, parted by the teardrop shaped orifice. Bob's slit was oval now, filled with slippery fluid, and Phil spread the drop in small circles around the hole, listening to Bob moan in delight. I did the same on Phil's swollen head, working the slippery liquid around his slit. Phil shuddered, and I told him:

"That also works with cut cocks." His cock juiced copiously, and I slid my wet fingertip around the sexy flaring rim, making him quiver in delight.

"I wish I had a hood," Phil moaned, as I massaged the front of his glans.

"Maybe Jack can help," Bob suggested. His hood's longer and more stretchy than mine, and he's docked me with it. Maybe he can dock you."

"I know what docking is, but never did it," said Phil.

"Not many natural guys around to experiment."

"Well, let's give it a try," I said, lying down on the chaise and pulling him against me. Bob leaned over us, skinning my cock back completely, and pushed our cocks head to head. I felt the warm resilience of his glans against mine, and it was like an electric tingle for both of us. We quivered in delight as Bob held our pricks together. I began pushing my hood downhill over my swollen tip, then grasped the orifice with my fingertips to stretch it over Phil's eagerly waiting glans. I tugged, watching the ample hood stretch over his contours, enveloping it in its warmth.

"AAAHHHH, that feels so nice," Phil groaned as the edge of my foreskin snapped into the deep groove behind his corona. I held it in place and began jiggling it over both engorged cock-heads. Phil reached up and began stroking Bob's swollen prick, sliding the foreskin back and forth in long, sensual strokes.

"I want to hold on to your prick while I come," Phil said to Bob.

"I really get off on foreskins." Be my guest," Bob said.

"It feels real nice to me." Phil was really aroused now, and as I twisted my long foreskin over both heads, I felt his swollen tip thrust against mine. I knew he'd shoot soon, even though his cock wasn't as sensitive as mine, because of the psychic stimulation. Having a warm foreskin over his engorged glans was driving his excitement higher, and within seconds I felt his cock throb under my fingers. Our tips were pressed together tightly, and I hoped that his first hot blast would shoot right down my tube.

I'd seen a guy on the Club Stroke Chat who'd described this happening when he'd docked, and the jet of hot semen burning down his tube had triggered his own orgasm. I stared into Phil's hot eyes, and saw them close as the wave of sensation drowned him. Phil groaned loudly, and I felt his cock-tip press hard against mine as his first jet erupted. It didn't shoot down my tube, but filled my foreskin as it washed around my swollen glans from dome to rim, and into the groove behind it. I was right behind him, and my first jet burned its way up my tube before his second load.

My foreskin bulged as the hot juice swirled around his head and began to leak from under the edge behind his rim. My eyes closed, and I was unaware of anything else as we were swept away by the hot rush of orgasm. We were both heavily into it now, gasping and crying out in pure joy at the intensity of the sensations. I was aware only of the hot juices swirling around my cock-head and wetting my clamping fingers on his cock. Our joy ended too soon, and when I opened my eyes I saw Bob standing over us, his skinned-back cock engorged and awaiting its turn.

"I almost came right then, watching you," he said, and I realized that when Phil's orgasm had begun, he'd let go of Bob's cock. I pulled Bob down between us, and cupped his balls with my semen-filled hand as Phil slid his hood up and down the engorged purple helmet. Bob groaned loudly at the sensation of two men working on him, and he shuddered.

Bob was juicing so heavily that lube flowed down his glans and over his foreskin and Phil's encircling fingers. His foreskin became too slippery to pull forward, and Phil's fingers hit his glans, the sudden sharp contact making Bob tremble. I knew his swollen glans was hot and tingly now because it turned darker purple, and the back face of his flaring ridge became almost black. Bob's hot hard tip was in its final swelling as Phil's caressing fingers sent hot sparks of sensation into the sensitive nerve endings.

I saw his eyes close as he threw his head back and cried out; "Phil, Phil," with the onset of the storm. I felt his cock-root pounding as I cupped his balls, and saw the first white stream shoot ten inches into the air, falling back to cover my hand and Phil's. Phil twisted his fist on Bob's naked glans, sending him screeching in joyful agony as another powerful jet erupted from his swollen purple tip. Bob fell back, his head hanging over the edge of the chaise as he erupted again and again, white juice streaming over our clasping hands and into his pubic hair. Finally, Bob had emptied himself, and I felt his body relax.

When he opened his eyes, he smiled at us, and we smiled back, happy at having shared one of the most sensual and intimate experiences men can share. We got up, and Phil led us into the shower stall off his master bedroom. The stall was king-size, and the three of us fit easily into it. We enjoyed the torrents of hot water and soap suds that washed away our accumulated cream, rinsing it out of our pubic hairs, soaping it off our hands, until we were squeaky-clean.

Phil watched, fascinated, as we stripped back our hoods and washed our tender tips, replacing their sheaths when we'd rinsed off thoroughly. We were still hot from our exercise, and Phil suggested that we refresh ourselves in his pool. We dove in immediately, splashing around and frolicking, but the weekend had just begun.

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written by jackinnm