Unexpected Diner Hook Up to Private Sauna Part 3

Lance shifted beneath me, his strong hands guiding me to roll off and reposition into a full sixty nine on the wide cedar bench, our bodies aligned head to toe with my mouth hovering over his towering cock and his face buried toward my crotch. Lance dove in first, his tongue lapping broadly at my dangling foreskin, licking the slick overhang in long, wet strokes that gathered the pooled pre cum before nibbling gently at the supple edge with his teeth, chewing softly on the stretched skin to tease the nerves. He used two fingers to retract my hood fully, exposing the glistening head for close examination, noting the smooth absence where the frenulum should have been surgically removed, leaving only a faint scar line. I mirrored him eagerly, licking up the length of his heavy shaft, nibbling along the bunched foreskin, then pulling it down with my fingers for inspection; I saw his frenulum perfectly intact, a thin, sensitive band attached low at the base of the flared head, allowing complete retraction without restriction. After the thorough licking, nibbling, chewing, stretching, and examination, we plunged into heavy cock sucking, our mouths working in focused rhythm on the foreskins bunching the excess skin forward around the heads, then sucking the gathered flesh deep while fingers manipulated and rolled the overhangs to concentrate pressure on the dense ring of specialized nerve endings just inside the hoods. I pulled back briefly, breathing hard. “You know I tore my frenulum and rushed to ER where I almost got circumcised but instead they took my frenulum clean off nothing left but scar tissue,” I muttered, then yanked Lance’s foreskin back tight, exposing the huge bare flared head in all its glory: broad, purple, and helmet-shaped with a pronounced coronal ridge glistening wetly. I jacked the shaft firmly while sucking the naked head as if it were permanently circumcised, lips sealed tight around the exposed glans, tongue swirling the sensitive underside where the frenulum anchored. Lance groaned, his hips jerking. “Never thought about having the best of both worlds like that hooded for teasing, then stripped bare for raw sucking.” Lance then reciprocated exactly, pulling my foreskin back tight to mimic a cut cock, my shorter shaft’s head flaring naked under the steam as he jacked and sucked with the same intense, exposed rhythm, focusing on the sensitive scar where the frenulum had once been.

I glanced down at Lance’s impressive length, then met his eyes. “You know, you’re pretty damn good at sucking cock and really working a foreskin with your mouth teasing it, stretching it, making it feel incredible.”

Lance leaned back against the bench, a sly grin spreading. “Years of practice sucking myself off. Started when I was a teen and still do it today. Keeps things flexible.”

My interest sharpened instantly, my own cock twitching back toward hardness. “Show me. I want to see.”

Lance stood up from the bench, walked a few steps to the smooth wall of the sauna, and pressed his back against it. He lifted one leg, grasping behind his lower thigh with one strong hand to pull it high and back, folding his body forward in a deep bend. His other hand gripped the base of his thickening cock, guiding the heavy length upward and toward his face. With practiced ease, he lowered his head and took his own cock into his mouth, lips sealing around the foreskin covered head.

I moved in close, kneeling beside him to watch every detail, my breath quickening. Lance began slowly, first nibbling at the lush two inch overhang with gentle bites along the wrinkled rim, tugging the supple skin outward before letting it slip free from his lips. He chewed softly on the gathered foreskin, rolling the elastic flesh between his lips and teeth like a thick, sensitive treat, the texture yielding and stretching under the pressure. His tongue pushed inside the hood next, swirling broadly around the hidden glans, lapping at the inner lining and coaxing out fresh beads of pre cum that he swallowed greedily. Lance pulled his head back slightly, using his lips to retract the foreskin fully in one smooth glide, exposing the massive purple head flared wide, glistening, and veined. He licked the bare glans in long, flat strokes, tongue flattening against the sensitive underside to trace the perfect attachment of his frenulum, flicking and circling the taut string where it anchored low at the base of the head. He sucked the naked head deep then, cheeks hollowing, before releasing and letting the foreskin glide forward again, immediately nibbling and chewing the returning overhang with renewed hunger.

I couldn’t stay passive. I leaned in, taking my turn as Lance eased back momentarily. I engulfed the shaft, lips working the bunched foreskin first nibbling the stretched rim, biting lightly to tug the skin outward, chewing the excess in slow, deliberate pulls that made Lance groan around his own efforts. My tongue probed inside the hood like Lance had, swirling the inner walls before retracting it fully with suction and licking the exposed head in broad, wet laps, paying special attention to the frenulum band with rapid flicks. We alternated fluidly Lance sucking himself deep while I watched and stroked the base, then me taking over to chew and tongue the foreskin while Lance held the position both our mouths trading the thick, veined length, focusing relentlessly on manipulating the generous hood through every nibble, bite, chew, retraction, and bare head licking until Lance’s cock throbbed wildly between us.