Written with you guys in mind.
I didn’t see a way to attach a text file, so here’s the text:
I yanked the sheet off my supine body, leaving a 90 degree erection standing in the mild summer air.
She half-snickered.
“That’s some monument you’ve constructed.”
Brooke and I had been hooking up for weeks. Unlike most relationships I’d attempted, ours began with the physical and worked gradually toward the emotional. From our first meeting, when she playfully pressed her round rear against my groin, we were all over each other’s bodies.
This morning, after a sweaty midnight sex session, I surprised even myself with my readiness.
“Yes,” I mused, squeezing the pelvic muscle that made my hard-on stiffen momentarily. “It’s a monument to your hotness, I’d say.”
We hadn’t been able to get enough of each other for days. After work, sleeping over, waking up together – every chance we got, we undressed and devoured each other’s bodies. I had a particular fascination with her tiny, sensitive breasts; and Brooke had discovered her first foreskin, playing with the new toy every chance she got.
Now, as usual when I had a full erection, that same foreskin had disappeared along the shaft, revealing a glans reddened by last night’s intercourse. Only the “collar” below my corona gave a clue that I had not, like every other man Brooke had known, been circumcised.
“Do you have a plan for that thing?” she asked, stretching her legs.
I felt a smile creep across my face. Time to enter new territory with Brooke.
“Uh-huh,” I turned and rose onto my knees, facing her. “I’m going to cum for my beautiful girlfriend.”
Her eyes widened. I looped a thumb and forefinger around my scrotum, tightening my penile skin and erection.
“You mean…” she whispered.
“Yep,” I kept tugging my testicles. “I’m going to do what I do when I think of you, and you’re not around.”
“Oh, my God,” her mouth stayed open. I noticed goose bumps on her upper arms.
I let my erection bob alone while I let the backs of my fingers graze her little breasts. Her nipples stood tall immediately.
“You’ve never seen this happen before?” I quizzed.
She shook her head.
“Do you want to see?”
She nodded, fast.
“First, I want you to feel how much I want you.” I guided her hands to my penis. She lightly tugged at the mobile skin, still damp from its recent retraction. With my encouragement, she pulled toward herself until the foreskin rolled partway over the glans. It wouldn’t go all the way. My penis ached with engorgement.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered.
“You’re so fine,” I replied, leaning closer to her face. “I really want to cum for you, Brooke. I want to pull a big load up from my balls and pump it out for you, just like I do when you’re not with me. You want to see that? You want to feel it?”
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered hoarsely, “do it for me, please. Cum for me. I want to see you cum.”
At that, my cock filled even more, which I didn’t think possible. I took away her hands, which she immediately put to work inside her panties.
I pushed her thighs apart and straddled one of them, still on my knees but reclining on one arm. With the other hand, I grasped my penis and pulled the skin up and down slowly, keeping the glans exposed. Its turgid surface shone in the morning light.
Brooke locked her eyes to mine with an intensity I’d never seen. She only broke her stare long enough to look down at my stroking, or to close her eyes briefly while manipulating her vulva. Her breath quickened.
Already, I felt as if I couldn’t continue this much longer; I needed release. I pulled harder so my foreskin rolled over my glans with each stroke. When I slid it back down, the skin made a snapping sound off the corona.
“Oh, fuck, I love that,” she gasped. “Snap your foreskin for me.”
I kept pumping, a little faster. Brooke focused on my cock now, watching the pale skin envelop and release the bulbous head rapid-fire. I suddenly stopped and pushed my erection forward.
“Feel it now. Feel how hard I am for you.”
She pulled one hand from her undies and firmly grasped the pulsing body of my penis. I watched her mouth form, “Oh my God,” as she tried to pull the skin over the glans. Her fingertips were still wet from her self-play. I took them to my mouth and suckled them.
“That’s what I want when you’re away,” I whispered, “I want to taste you, pull your soft legs around my neck. You know I love to drink you up.”
“Yes, yes,” she panted.
“And your sweet, sweet breasts,” I leaned over and took each nipple into my mouth, pulling and nibbling them before release. My erection still stood like a rifle pointed at her.
“Please, cum for me,” she gasped. “You promised you would. Cum for me.”
I smiled, taking my cock in hand for the homestretch.
By now, Brooke was working her labia and clitoris with a rhythm, well on her way to a self-induced climax. This was the first time I’d witnessed her play like this, without my cock inside her. As she worked, she kept whispering “Cum for me,” which told me that her body was taking over her mind.
I pumped my foreskin over the head, over and again, a little faster now, feeling the ridged band stretch to its limit. The return stroke made even louder snapping sounds. My scrotum tightened. Brooke sensed the tension rise and stared wide-eyed at my cock.
My abdomen heaved involuntarily. I threw my head back just as a half-dozen hot, white ropes of semen burst from deep within me onto Brooke’s flat belly and chest. She cried out as her fingers went into overdrive, milking her own orgasm from her body. We slowed our action.
The sound of our breathing became apparent then. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, neck, and lips, whispering, “Your boyfriend just came for you. Came all over you. Look what you made happen here.”
I leaned back, and Brooke surveyed the puddles of semen spreading across her upper body. I reached for one of the small towels we kept under her pillow for instant clean-up after sex. Mopping up my spill, I noticed her still staring at my diminished erection. The head remained fully exposed even as the body relaxed.
“You think,” she said, reaching to tug on the shaft, “your foreskin will ever close again?”
I let her try, but her tentative grip wasn’t enough. I gently pinched the bulbous glans, and she rolled the skin over it.
“Now you’re all covered up safe until I unwrap you again,” she teased, wadding up the damp cloth.
“Or,” I mused, “until I decide it’s time to cum on my own.”
“Save it for me, please?”
