Adult Friends at Princeton

I'd met "Naturalman" on the Internet Chat, and had enjoyed cyber-sex with him, as well as an elaborate fantasy one afternoon while masturbating at home. This had been so pleasurable that this particular day I again thought of him while rolling the nipple of my foreskin between two fingers. I really enjoyed the sliding feeling as the big head moved around inside its hood. He was 53 and I was eight years older.

Unlike me, he was married. I'd been divorced ten years. During our e-mail correspondence, he'd told me that he'd never heard of "Princeton" but was eager to learn. I gathered paper towels and glycerin lube, and lay back in my recliner, ready to enjoy another hot fantasy session until it reached a tingly orgasm.

Once more, business brought him to my city in my fantasy, and he found time to show up at my door late one afternoon. I was happy to hear his rather deep voice again, and I ran a hand playfully through his salt-and-pepper hair as I let him in. We quickly ate sandwiches I'd prepared, then went into my bedroom and stripped. Bob was about 5'7", and weighed in at a well-built 165 lb. in contrast to my relatively flabby 210 lb. and 6'2".

However, our pricks were about the same size, soft and hard Limp, we were about three inches at most, including long nippled foreskins. Hard, about six inches, with Bob's hard length marginally less. Also, my foreskin was slightly longer and thicker than his. Each cock had a big vein on the right side, and the outlines of the heads showed clearly through our thick hoods. Seeing each other's cocks, and the tight ball-sacs beneath them, stimulated us and our cocks began swelling before we even touched them.

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We stood facing each other, cocks at full-mast, pointed at each other's chests. I saw his balls were shaved, unlike mine. He put two fingers on my cock, grasping the foreskin that still covered the head completely, and a "frisson" of sensation shot down through my hard prick at his first touch. I grasped his foreskin that had begun peeling back and was now half-way off the head and pushed gently, watching and feeling the tight hood stretch over the flaring ridge of his shiny purple helmet to snap into the deep groove behind it.

The shapely head glistened wetly in the dim light, and a clear drop parted the lips of his orifice. He pulled my hood forward, stretching it out beyond the bulging head, then began pushing it back to uncover my tear-drop shaped meatus. I took a deep breath as the nerve endings in my hood stretched over the contours of my glans, and saw him pull the sheath forward again. The aroma of clean man smell wafted up to our nostrils, the musky glans and foreskin odor that is a hot turn-on.

His fingers tightened on my foreskin and slowly pushed it farther back, this time right to the flaring corona, before pulling it forward again. The sight of my wet purple helmet appearing and vanishing excited us both, and I clamped my fingers around the base of his cock, to make the veins pop and the head stand out more.

I cupped his balls with my other hand, hearing him sigh deeply as his fingers pushed my foreskin all the way back, where it snapped down into the deep groove behind my ridge. Gently, I pushed him back onto the bed, and we sat for a moment before I reached into the bedside table and pulled out two dry latex condoms. I began unrolling one onto his cock, leaving a lot of slack beyond the head.

"Princeton is fucking between the thighs," I explained.

"You get behind me and slip your cock in, and the rubber will protect you from hair burns. It'll also avoid having to wash your cream from my pubic hairs. Now put the other one on me."

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He grasped my cock and placed the roll of latex on my naked head, then began pushing it back over its contours, unrolling it all the way down to the base. The thin latex bulged over my swollen head, tightly following its contours.

"That rubber will keep my juice from shooting all over the sheets," I said.

"When we come, we can come together." I lay on my left side, facing away from him, and lifted my right leg to let him slip his cock between my thighs, tip touching my balls. He reached over me and grasped my cock with his fingertips, and began massaging the big head through the latex.

I felt him begin to pump slowly, and heard him gasp at the acute sensations. This was very hot sex because of the intimacy, and soon he was pumping faster, while massaging my turgid tip with his fingers. A hot spike of sensation shot through my glans and down the shaft to the root, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I slipped my hand down between my thighs, pressing four fingers into the underside of his cock, feeling them slide into the triangular groove under the head.

Bob was grunting with each thrust, and my fingertip pressure made him howl at the sudden jolt of sensation that shot through his prick. His fingertips pressed harder on my cock-head and I knew we'd be blasting off very soon.

"Your tip's getting' harder," he grunted as his fingers slid expertly over the sensitive surfaces.

"You're almost there," he added.

"So am I." I pressed harder into the underside of his thrusting hardness, and felt his cock throb. His hips slammed into me, and he hugged me hard with his other arm. I felt his body straining against mine as his grunts became louder, and then he groaned loudly as the first wave of orgasm shot through his straining body. I felt the throb as the first stream shot up through his thrusting prick, and felt him squeeze my glans hard as he went "AAAHHHHHHH", with the joyful agony of climax.

My hot hard glans tingled and I felt myself dissolving into orgasm as his frenzied thrusts slammed into me. My eyes closed as I went "Bob, Bob, Bob" with the spasms of climax. Our bodies strained against each other as our pricks gushed torrents of cream that washed around our tingling tips, trapped by the rubbers.

We were sharing the magic moment, joyfully writhing in sensation, and unaware of anything but our hot, throbbing orgasms. Too soon, it was over, and we relaxed, feeling our hard cocks soften after the release. The tension left our bodies, and soon we were asleep in each other's arms.

I don't know how long we slept, but when we awakened we went into the bathroom, slipping the condoms from our pricks, and stepped into the shower. We slowly and carefully washed each other under the torrent of hot water, lovingly rinsing the residual juices off each other's pricks. I skinned Bob's hood back all the way and ran a finger around his rim and into the deep groove behind it, then pulled the long hood forward to completely encase the precious head.

My foreskin was still lodged behind my high ridge, and he ran his fingers lightly over the head, following its contours, and removing the white slippery cream. Then he grasped my prick around the shaft, pulling the skin back hard to uncover the groove, and rubbed away the residue. I saw and felt him gently slide my long hood forward, snapping it over the ridge and then downhill over the tapering head until the end formed a nipple beyond the glans.

Although we'd drained ourselves earlier, this handling made our pricks begin to swell again, and we knew we were ready for another round. We'd had a really hot session before, and we were eager to have another go at it. Our cocks were getting hard, and I looked at my buddy's glans, emerging from its sheath, shiny and swollen, and I saw that it was more tapered than mine, with a pouting piss-hole, ready to gush again.

"Let's do it again, but this time you let me slip my cock between your thighs," I suggested.

"Okay. I want to feel you come that way," he replied.

"I'll really love to feel you come and I'll massage your cock like you did mine." I unrolled a condom over his swollen glans, and made sure he had lots of slack in the rubber. He pushed a condom over my big helmet, and unrolled it down to the base, leaving a lot of slack for my thrusting.

We got into position, and I slipped my cock between his thighs, feeling the pressure as he tightened his thighs around my hard shaft. I reached over him and grasped the end of his prick, feeling the hard and swollen tip under my fingers as I began thrusting. I began slowly, wanting to prolong the delicious sensations as I massaged his tip through the rubber.

I felt my cock-tip swelling even more as I thrust between his thighs, pressing against his tight ball sac, and I knew we were so excited we wouldn't last long, even though this was the second time around for both of us. The friction against my high rim was exquisite, and I felt the familiar tingle begin in my tip. I massaged his big tapered cock-head through the thin latex, feeling the throbs of his excitement.

Despite our excitement, it took longer this time, and I felt every ripple of sensation as I thrust my hard, swollen prick between his thighs, his flesh massaging my thick ridge through the rubber. I fingered his hard cock-head, lightly working my fingertips over and around its contours, feeling his excitement mount.

It didn't take long for his swollen glans to lose its spongy feel, becoming harder and more swollen under my fingertips. I felt his flaring ridge under my thumb through the thin latex. I began thrusting harder and faster, my shaft becoming more rigid and my cock-head swelling under the excitement, as I got closer to the peak. My prick was rock-hard, and I felt his swollen cock-tip lose its spongy feel and become harder as I worked my fingertips over it. A hot, hard tingle began in my ridge as I kept thrusting, and quickly spread down my cock to the root.

Then I felt a hot, erotic pressure as he pushed his fingers into the underside of my cock, massaging the hot button under the cock-head. I twisted my fingers around his hot, swollen tip, and felt it throb in response. I was grunting with each thrust, hot with excitement, and I knew that my awareness of the world around me was dimming as I withdrew into myself with the approach of orgasm. I wanted him to come with me, and I increased the pressure on his cock-head.

My fingers danced over his swollen glans to bring him to the peak, and I pressed hard into the groove behind his engorged rim to give him hotter sensations. I was grunting with the effort, hot sensations stabbing into my prick as I thrust faster, getting into a frenzy, mindlessly thrusting between his thighs, and I felt his hot hard cock-tip throb between my fingers as my own orgasm let go.

Slamming my hips into his butt, I yelped "Bob, Bob, Bob," in mindless joy as orgasm overtook me, the sensations overpowering my conscious mind, and I was dimly aware of his prick throbbing between my fingers. Our bodies writhed together, joining in the sublime experience, as we tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm.

His fingers pressed the underside of my cock-head, enhancing my sensations, as I twisted my fist on his throbbing, writhing glans, milking the orgasm out of him. His cock throbbed as it shot, and my cock swelled and throbbed as my juices gushed from my tortured tip. I fisted his prick hard, making sure he felt the heights of my excitement, sharing the erotic sensations with him, as we joined in mindless joy.

Gush after gush of hot juice burned its way up my tube to erupt from my swollen glans, as I milked the flood from his prick. I heard him cry out in mindless ecstasy, joining me in my cries of blissful agony as we shot our loads into the rubber receptacles. His hot juice washed around my swollen tip as I shot again and again, helpless as he prodded me to erupt and spew my load. I felt the rubber swell around his hot hard tip as he spewed his juices and cried out in joyful agony.

Our bodies strained against each other, writhing helplessly in hot orgasmic frenzy, and we unloaded ourselves in mutual joy. His flesh was hot against mine, and we convulsed in hot release. Too soon, it was finished, and we began to relax, totally spent, and eager for repose. The afterglow crept over us, and we relaxed in each other's arms.

The fury or our orgasms faded, and we began to relax, totally spent, as the overpowering urge to sleep flooded over us. I was aware that my cock was softening , and the dream faded as I sank into the compelling torpor of the post-orgasmic relaxation. I sank back into my recliner, my fantasy vanishing, but leaving me with a profound sense of satisfaction. Very soon, I was in deep sleep, my prick still sheathed in its latex wrapping, shrinking into a very relaxed state.

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