Getting to Know Steve
MM WS Oral
By Jack Santoro
I'd met Steve at a party and we quickly warmed up to each other. We were the only two single men there, and we quickly decided that we didn't quite fit in. This was when he suggested we go to his apartment a few blocks away.
Inside, he fixed drinks for us, and we continued our conversation:
"We're both divorced," he began. "I'm glad to be out of that poisonous relationship."
"Me, too," I said. "Do you date?"
"No, not now. At first, I tried dating, but I found that most women our age are very hard-boiled, and not much fun to be with. How about you?"
"I used to date at first too," I replied. "I found the same thing you did. Most women I met had really bad attitudes towards men. They were very distrustful, and carrying a lot of emotional baggage. Nowadays if I feel horny, I just jack off. It's a lot cheaper, and you don't have to say `I love you' or any of that crap."
"Same here. Anyway, I found that sex with women isn't all that great."
"I had some bad experiences with women," I said. "They expect too much."
"Yeah, that's true," Steve said. "Anyway, I think a guy can give a much better hand job than most women. Most women don't know how to handle a penis." Hearing this, I decided to take a chance and said:
"That's been my experience. Since my divorce, I've jacked off with another guy a few times. It was a lot better than with a woman. I felt the other guy really understood me." Steve reacted by smiling, and replied:
"Well, then want to try it with me? We're alone now, and I'm not expecting any company." When I nodded, he stood and began disrobing. Steve was about my age, early 40s, and almost as tall as my six feet. I stood and began taking off my clothes as my heartbeat increased with anticipation.
"Hey, you're not circumcised?" Steve commented as I dropped my boxers to reveal my prick with its long-nippled foreskin shrouding my big helmet.
"I noticed you are," I replied, wondering if the difference was going to be a problem.
"Yeah, the fuckin' doctor cut me when I was born. He told my parents it was cleaner to be cut, and they believed him. I always hated it, and I really envy guys who haven't been cut. They've got so much more to play with, and their tips are more sensitive." He took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom, saying:
"I figure you'd like to take a shower first. It's been a hot day, and I think we'd both feel more comfortable."
"I'd really like to take a shower now, especially if you'll be joining me," I said encouragingly. Steve turned on the water, and we stepped in, sliding the door shut behind us. We began soaping ourselves, and Steve moved behind me to do my back.
"I want to run my hands over your body a little," he said. He put his arms around me and I felt him cupping my balls while his other hand closed around my penis.
"That feels good," I said as I reached behind me to clasp his penis, gently tweaking the head to stimulate him.
"You've got lots of skin," he said as he grasped the end of my foreskin and began tugging gently on it. "It's so long it forms a sort of nipple in front of the head." I turned to face him, temporarily releasing his prick, which had begun to swell under my touch. Mine was swelling too.
"You've got a nice head on yours. It's helmet-shaped, like mine," I said.
"I noticed the shape of your tip. It's so big it showed through the skin, even when you were soft."
"You keep on pulling my foreskin like that you'll get me hard pretty fast. I like the way you touch me," I said.
"Here, let me show you something first," he said. "I've got a shower spray and it's really good on your cock." He took down the shower head, which was at the end of a long hose, and adjusted it to shoot hard pulses of water in a narrow stream as he said:
"You know us cut guys aren't as sensitive as uncut guys. This feels really good on my cock-head. Maybe it'll feel really good on yours too. I'm going to adjust the water as hot as we can stand it."
"That looks interesting," I said noncommittally.
"Does your skin go back, or is it too tight?" he asked.
"It slides back, Steve. Just push on it." Steve pushed my hood all the way back to expose the head.
"Hey it locks behind the rim. I like that. You've got a nice flare on that rim." He aimed the stinging spray at my groin and I felt the sharp impacts on my most sensitive parts. He now picked up my cock, cupping the head and shaft in his left hand while he directed the stream directly on my helmet. I shuddered at the sudden sharp sensations.
"Wow! I never felt anything like that before," I said. "That almost stings!"
"It's pretty intense, especially the first time, and especially for an uncut guy. Your tip's a lot more sensitive than mine. Now don't be surprised if it makes you want to pee. Just let it happen, and don't be embarrassed." Steve was right. The sharp stinging jets, hot as I could stand them, played over the broad upper surface of my glans and on the blunt front dome, loosening my sphincter although I tried to hold it in.
"See, your stream's starting to flow," he said. "You can't resist it. Nobody can. That hot water makes you want to pee, and after you're empty it'll make your cock hard. It does that to me too." A thick yellow stream parted the lips of my slit, and we watched as it gushed over Steve's lower legs on its way down to the drain. My bladder emptied completely as I shuddered with the intense feeling.
"You're right," I said. "It's intense, and really hot and erotic."
"I know. This is gonna make you hard after you've drained yourself." He lifted my prick as my flow relented and directed the pulsing stream at the underside of my helmet. The stinging jets hammered at my hot spot under the head and I felt my prick swelling even more.
"This is nice," I said. "I guess you could make me come this way."
"I know I could make you come," he replied. My legs began to tremble as he spoke because the stimulation under my glans was so sharp and intense.
"You want to make me come here in the shower?" I asked.
"No, then it would be over too quick," he answered. "Look, now that your cock's all hard, you do it to me." He handed me the spray head. I cupped my left hand under his half-hard manhood and held it up, aiming the spray right at the round front dome of his helmet so that the hot jets would hit his orifice. I saw the lips of his long slit parting under the pressure of the water, and a moment later his yellow stream gushed out, showering my stomach.
"That's really working on you too," I commented.
"Yeah, that's because it's hitting the nerves under the surface too. It's like using a vibrator. You've used one, haven't you?"
"I've got one," I said. "I sometimes use it for variety when I get tired of just using my hand." Now that his stream was gushing full force, I shifted my aim to the underside of his head, right into the deep vee-groove.
"With a vibrator, it doesn't matter if you're cut or not. It really works on you because it hits the deep-seated nerve endings. It takes me a lot longer to come using my hand." Steve's stream relented as his prick hardened, and now we were both erect.
"Yours is a bit longer than mine," I observed. "I've got exactly six inches. I measured it," I said with a grin.
"I measured mine, too," he said, returning my grin. "It's about six and a half."
"Your tip's longer than mine," I said. Mine's 1 7/8" long and the same wide."
"I measured mine, too," he replied. "It's the same width as yours and the length is ¼" longer."
"We both have flaring rims," I commented as I let go of hs prick and returned the shower head to its mounting.
"Yeah, I think a flaring rim is so sexy," he said. "I guess you can tell I'm really into cocks." His confession made me feel that we had nothing to hide from each other.
"I admire pricks too," I said. "I think there are a lot of handsome ones out there, and that includes yours. I really like the shape of the head on yours, and the color too."
"It's purple, just like yours. Yours is a bit darker, and smoother, because you've got all that skin protecting it. Your skin's a real turn-on for me."
"I'm glad you like it, Steve. One woman wouldn't have sex with me when she saw I was uncut."
"Oh, to hell with her. You're with me now, and I really like your cock just the way it is, especially the skin." He turned off the water and we dried each other with the single towel from the rack. He took my hand again and led me into the bedroom, where we sat side by side on the edge of the queen-size bed.
"You like this, I know," I said as I grasped the helmet of his penis between thumb and forefinger and began squeezing it rhythmically.
"You bet I do. You really know what to do to a cock, even one that's different from yours." Our pricks were still hard, and my foreskin was still locked behind my rim, leaving the head fully exposed like his. He circled my shaft with thumb and forefinger and began pulling back on the skin, and then bringing my foreskin up to bump against my corona.
"You seem to know exactly what I like, too," I said. "I believe it when you say you're really into pricks."
"I like to study them, compare them, look at every detail, especially if they're different from mine. I like to study the head, because to me that's the most beautiful part of a man's cock. Yours is different from mine, for example."
"I know," I said. "Yours is a bit longer than mine. Even though they're both helmet shaped, yours comes almost to a point."
"I saw that. Yours is blunt at the end, and your slit's different from mine."
"Your slit's longer," I said. It's also in a little shallow groove at the front of the head."
"Your slit's not as long as mine, but now that you're hard it's pouting like a teardrop. Our tips would still be different, even if I wasn't circumcised."
"Your rim's got the same flare as mine," I pointed out. "Being cut didn't affect that, either."
"I like that sexy flare. Your rim's also got those little bumps I've seen on some guys. I think those are the nerve endings. Your rim's pretty sensitive, isn't it?" He punctuated this declaration by lightly rubbing his fingertip around my corona, making me shudder in delight.
"Sure it's sensitive. That made me jump," I said. I lifted his prick to view the underside. "You've got a nice deep groove under the head. You've still got your gee-string too."
"Yeah, at least the doctor didn't cut that off when he circumcised me," Steve replied. "That's the hot spot on most guys' cocks."
"I'm glad you've still got yours. The doctor really cut you tight. You've got a thick brown scar behind the head."
"Yeah he cut me really tight," Steve answered ruefully. "My mother told me that they circumcised me the day they sent us home, and that night she woke up because I was crying. She opened my diaper and saw my cock was hard and was bleeding where the edges of the cut had separated. My parents took me to the emergency room and they put a pressure bandage on my cock to prevent erections because they said that the erection caused the cut to separate. That left me with a thick scar."
"Is the skin just ahead of the scar very s ensitive?" I asked as I ran my fingertip around the tissue between his scar and the rim.
"Oh, yeah, that's real sensitive," he said. I saw that a drop of clear liquid had parted the lips of his slit.
"You're seeping," I observed. "That means you're getting turned on."
"I really am. This talk and comparing made me really hot." He leaned over to smell my prick. "I like the odor of a freshly washed uncut cock. That smell really does something for me. If a guy hasn't washed for a few days, his skin starts to smell rancid, but yours smells fresh and clean." I tweaked his glans again, making his prick jump in my hand.
"Squeezing the head stimulated the bulbo-cavernal reflex," I informed him. "This could even make you come if I kept it up long enough."
"I feel my cock-root throb each time you do that. It's really stimulating." Steve cupped my balls as he spoke and I cupped his.
"Your balls are low-hangers," I said. They're getting tighter now that you're getting excited."
"My balls always tighten up when I get hot," he replied. "Yours seem to be tight anyway. That's another way we're different."
"You seep a lot more lube than I do," I said. "That's another difference."
"Your tip's really smooth and shiny. My tip's dry, almost leathery. That comes from being circumcised."
"Yeah, when they remove the foreskin, the head dries out," I said.
"And gets less sensitive," Steve added. "That's the worst part of being cut. That's why I really envy you guys with skins."
"I'll do my best to make sure you have a hot time today," I said. "I've handled guys who were circumcised, and they liked it."
"And I'll do my best for you," Steve said, raising his head to kiss me lightly on the lips. I hugged him to me, feeling his heartbeat against my chest.
"Think we can come together?" Steve whispered in my ear.
"Maybe we can, but I like coming one after the other. That way I can watch and feel you coming, without any distractions."
"You're probably right," he said. "I close my eyes when I come, and I'd miss watching your shooting."
"My mind shuts down when I come. I wouldn't really be aware of your orgasm because I'd be so wrapped up in my own."
"Do your eyes close too?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, my eyes shut tight when I get close. I even miss the show most of the time when I jack myself," I laughed.
"It's nice that we're going nice and slow. Getting' there is half the fun," Steve observed.
"I know it is," I said. "I know also that you're really enjoying the sex talk and the comparing."
"Fuckin' A," he said. "Sex talk and touching a hot guy always turns me on a lot." I placed a fingertip on the end of his helmet and began spreading the lubricant in small circles around the long slit.
"Does your helmet swell just before you come?" I asked. "Mine does."
"Mine does too. It gets really hard and shiny, and the rim stands out even more."
"Your rim stands out pretty well now," I said.
"That's because there's no skin behind it, like on yours. Your skin bunches up behind the rim, and fills in that groove." He pulled back on my shaft skin, drawing the thick fleshy collar away from my corona. "See, your groove's as deep as mine when I pull your skin back."
"My rim stands out now, just like yours," I said. Steve ran a fingertip lightly around my corona, and I drew in my breath sharply in delight.
"That does something for you," he observed. "Your head's very sensitive."
"You can feel a lot of sensations in yours too," I replied. "As long as you keep it lubricated." I spread the thick viscous fluid in wider circles over the front of his glans.
"I noticed that," he said. "I don't find it as hot when I jack my cock dry. I don't have enough skin to pull up over the head, and touching the head dry doesn't do anything for me." He was seeping more now, and I was able to wrap my fingers around the swollen helmet and use a gentle twisting stroke to excite him.
"That's really reaching deep inside me," he said. "I'm glad I've got lots of lube. You don't have much, though. Want some of mine? I've got a lot to spare."
"I'd like that," I replied. "More lube would make my foreskin slide easier." Steve stood and held his prick above mine, and I removed my hand to let him milk his shaft.
"See? I can squeeze a lot out for you," he said as he ran his fingertip up along the underside of his shaft, dripping drops of his precious juice onto my naked glans. Now he pulled my foreskin forward, spreading the thick liquid evenly along my helmet.
"It's nice, really nice," I commented.
"I'm glad you've got enough skin to cover the head even when you're hard like this. That gives me more to play with."
"Long slow strokes do a lot for me," I said. "I can feel my foreskin stretching as you stroke it over the big helmet."
"I know you've got a lot of nerve endings in that skin. Uncut guys can feel them stretching when I stretch their skins." He peeled back my foreskin, slowly revealing my glans, and then stretched it tightly back to bare the deep groove behind my flaring corona.
"That feels so good," I said. "You're making the head stand out and stretching the nerve endings at the same time."
"I know what turns you on, Jack. I've had a little experience handling uncut dicks." He leaned forward to kiss me lightly on the lips again, and then sat down next to me, his hand still wrapped around my prick. Now he pushed my foreskin up to cover the head again, stretching it as far forward as it would go.
"I like the way your skin makes that thick pucker ahead of the helmet when I push it forward like this," he continued. That looks so sexy." As he spoke, I kept twisting my fist around his glans.
"I think my tip's getting' harder," I muttered. "Can you feel it?"
"Yeah, Jack. I can feel it through the skin. That means you're close."
"I think I am," I whispered as I lay back on the bed, still twisting my fist around his swollen helmet to excite him.
"I think you should come first," he said. "Your tip's more sensitive than mine. Do you get sleepy after you come?"
"No, not necessarily," I answered. "Do you?"
"Yeah, I get very sleepy. That's another reason you should bust your nut before I do. I might not be able to finish you off if I come first."
"Making me come will get you even more excited," I said. I know stroking my foreskin's getting' you pretty hot. Then you'll really blast off when I finish you."
"You're right, Jack. Just let me finish you off and then you can do me." His fist increased its pace, pumping my foreskin up and down over my now well-lubricated helmet.
"That feels nice, really nice," I whispered.
"Does you tip get really sensitive when you come?" he asked. "Lots of uncut guys get really sensitive then."
"Yeah, it does, about halfway through. That's when you'd better stop stroking me and just pull the skin back all the way to keep me going."
"I'll watch for that, then," he said. "Right now I can see your tip's getting' darker."
"I'm feeling a tickle in my rim, Steve. I know I'm gettin' closer." He kept up the steady pace, drawing my foreskin down and then pushing it up again to form a pucker in front of my swollen helmet.
"You've startin' to leak," he observed. "I just saw a drop comin' from your hole."
"I'm tightening up," I said through clenched teeth. "You're makin' me really hot."
"I like to watch your face now that you're gettin' close. Your eyes just closed."
"Yeah, yeah," was all I could whisper. My legs had begun trembling, and my stomach muscles were tight. My awareness of the outside world was fading fast and my mind focused on the delicious sensations in my prick. I could still hear him, although I had trouble replying.
"I'm gonna pulls on your balls," he announced. "That's gonna make the skin of your cock tighter." I felt his expert fingers gripping the lower edge of my sac to exert traction downward, adding to the delicious sensations in my groin.
"Your tip's so hard, I can feel it through the skin," he added. "It's really dark when I pull the skin down. Gettin' tingly in the head yet?" I was slightly surprised that he was pin-pointing my sensations so accurately.
"I think you're gonna pop any second," he continued. His fingers expertly stroked my foreskin over the swollen helmet, and my hot hard glans ached for release.
"This is it!" he shouted as he yanked my foreskin all the way back, and with the stretching of the nerve endings, the tingling feeling in my glans exploded, shooting down my shaft to the root.
I heard myself crying out helplessly as the hot sensations of orgasm washed over me. My cock-root convulsed, sending a gush of cream into my tube, where it burned its way up to the end. He held my foreskin back tightly and I felt his lips lock behind my rim as his tongue danced over my throbbing helmet, provoking another hot spasm deep inside me. The second torrent of cream burst from my throbbing glans into his mouth, and I cried out again with agonized ecstasy.
His lips tightened around my glans as he swallowed my cream, and another hot jet poured into my urethra. Like the others, this one seared the tender lining of my tube in its rush towards the end, and it slammed through the lips of my slit to douse his tonsils.
Now I felt him remove his lips from my helmet, which was becoming very sensitive, and he just held my foreskin tightly stretched back as another, weaker jet burst from the exposed helmet. Another couple of jets shot from my tip, and then the outpouring turned into a steady ooze. My breathing was labored, but my orgasm was coming to an end.
"Man, that was hot, watching and feelin' you come," I heard him say as my breathing began slowing to normal. "I almost went myself. I stopped strokin' you after three spurts, but I swallowed those big loads."
"I thought I felt your mouth there," I said.
"I didn't want all that juice to go to waste, so I wrapped my lips around your helmet. I felt it throb every time you shot. Then when I thought it was getting' too sensitive, I backed off and just watched that big purple tip shootin'. That was somethin' to see."
"Well, now that you're all worked up, let me finish you off." I had not released his prick during my orgasm, but had merely stopped stroking him while I was pumping my juice. Now I began stroking his prick in long strokes, from the base right to the big helmet, where I gave a twist at the end of the stroke and twisted my fist back as I began the down stroke.
"Man, that feels good," he sighed. "Just remember to keep a tight grip. I'm circumcised, and my cock ain't as sensitive as yours."
"I guess I don't have to stop while you're shooting, do I?"
"No, once I start, just pump my cock right to the end. It doesn't get super-sensitive like yours." I increased my pace, wanting to pump the cream right out of his hot hard prick as I brought him to the hot thrill of orgasm.
Steve was breathing hard now, and I grasped his scrotum to put tension on the skin, stretching its nerve endings to add to his sensations. He responded by moaning loudly as the sensations filled his body.
"Your tip's getting' harder and darker," I observed, knowing that talking him through it would be as exciting to him as it had been for me.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, caught up in the sensations and unable to string many words together. I know his mind was focused entirely on his penis and the friction I was giving it.
"You're really juicing now," I commented, knowing my words would excite him further. "Your prick's nice and wet." My fist was sliding easily up and down his shaft and head, and I felt the surface of his helmet become more hard and unyielding.
"Your prick feels so hot," I added. The friction was intense, and producing heat that filled both my encircling fingers and his turgid penis. "The rim's really dark and hard now. It really stands out more when you're ready to come."
"Ready^Å" he whispered as his eyes closed, and I knew he was on the brink.
"Head tingling now?" I asked, but got no answer because Steve was entirely caught up in the hot sensations in his groin. He grunted loudly as I gave a hard twist to the head, and when I brought my hand down to bump against his pubic bone he grunted again. Now I swept my hand up and twisted the big turgid head, and gave him an extra twist, pressing my fingers into the triangular groove under the head to trigger his orgasm.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried as his hot hard prick throbbed between my tightly clasping fingers. A long jet of white cream shot up from his slit to fall onto his stomach. I stroked downward to the base, and then up again. When my fingers reached the helmet and twisted it, he cried out again and his helmet sent another hot spurt of cream into the air. I gave it another twist, knowing I couldn't give him too much sensation, and his prick spewed another jet for me. His hips bucked as he thrust his swollen helmet deeper into my encircling fingers, and another hot spurt gushed from his long slit.
The next jet was weaker, and fell back onto my fingers. I massaged the thick cream into the helmet, twisting to heighten his sensations before stroking him down to the base. I bent over and licked his tip, my tongue brushing across his long slit, parting the lips as I lapped up his juice.
His loud cries filled the room as he responded helplessly to the sweet agony that was wracking his body. I brought my hand up to twist it around the straining glans again, and a long gush poured from his slit to coat the head and my fingers with thick slippery fluid. He grunted again, and sent another gush to wet his helmet and my fingers.
The thick white cream coated the dark purple helmet as I massaged it into its hard surface. I made Steve grunt again as I twisted my fist again. The flow had eased to a steady dribble now, and wasn't as white as before. More ooze flowed from his slit, almost clear now, to coat his glans.
Now I stopped stroking him, and gently let his penis drop to his abdomen as it began to soften and shrink. Steve's breathing slowed and soon he opened his eyes.
"Havin' fun?" He asked with a smile.
"It was fun," I said. "I always enjoy feeling a guy's prick throb in my hand while I make him come. I enjoyed watching your big helmet spitting all that juice too."
"No skin to get in the way," he said, grinning.
"You pulled my foreskin down so you could get your mouth on it," I said. `Then you took your mouth off and saw the same thing I did."
"Yeah, I got to see your naked helmet shooting. I told you that almost set me off." His voice was becoming dull, and not only because of the daze that follows orgasm. I let him rest for a few minutes, and then spoke:
"We've got to do this again, Steve." He looked up into my eyes.
"Yeah, we should. Something clicked between us, and I think we're very compatible." I kissed him tenderly.
The End