Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2011 13:32:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Buddy Sleeve Trio, Part 1

Buddy Sleeve Trio, Part 1
By Jack Santoro
jackinnm1@yahoo.com

	My partner, Mike, and I had discovered the joy of using a "buddy
sleeve" to simulate docking, and had experimented with several techniques
using it. We'd found that the best and most reliable technique was going
head to head inside the sleeve and then sliding it over our pricks. We'd
included our friend Eric in our play because it was his foreskin that had
gotten us interested in docking.

	Eric was our age, 27, but unlike us his parents had not had him
circumcised. He was well endowed, for his foreskin extended in a half-inch
nipple beyond the end of his glans when he was limp. Even erect, his
foreskin did not skin back the way many men's do, but bunched up in a thick
pucker at the end. His prick was different from ours in other ways too. By
contrast with our helmet shaped tips, Eric's glans was shaped like a
strawberry, with thick rounded rim, tapering sharply to a blunt
point. Unlike our purple ones, his glans was deep glossy red, probably
because the protecting foreskin had kept it moist and sensitive all these
years.

All three of us measured about six inches, very average, although my shaft
and Mike's were somewhat thicker than Eric's. Also, we were all about six
feet tall, with average builds. Eric and Mike were blond, with blue eyes,
and I was brown/brown. Mike's prick looked like a twin of mine, even down
to the circumcision scars, because the same doctor had done us both at
birth. My rim flared slightly more than Mike's, and my slit, unlike his,
pouted to a teardrop shape with erection. This last feature had led to a
very interesting result the last time we'd used the sleeve
together. Because our tips were of the same size and shape, our holes were
exactly opposite each other, and when Mike came, his first couple of jets
shot right down my urethra, giving me a hot thrill that launched my orgasm.

Mike was out of town when Eric and I tried docking with the sleeve, and it
was a complete success. Feeling the throbbing of each other's cock heads
during climax enhanced the thrill for us, but Eric was eager also to do it
with Mike upon his return. Now, a couple of weeks later, Mike was back and
Eric had driven over to our house that Saturday morning for a three-way
session. Mike and I had prepared for this, spreading a towel on the
queen-size bed and placing the sleeve and a squeeze bottle of Astroglide on
the bedside table.

When Eric arrived, we first sat at the kitchen table and drank a couple of
cups of coffee. We knew that a full bladder enhanced both the erection and
the quality of the sensations.

"You two will take the first round," I said. "I'll work the sleeve and
after you've both come, you can rest up and do me later."  "That sounds
good," said Eric. "Maybe you'd like me to use the sleeve on you, especially
since both our sperms will be in it?"

"Good idea," I agreed. "Now Mike, while I'm working the sleeve on your
both, can you reach over and grab the skin at the base of Eric's prick and
keep it tightly back? I want to make sure it doesn't slide forward to cover
any part of the head, and that it's stretched tightly back so that all the
little studs hit it. That way he'll feel all the sensations." Mike nodded
assent.

After we'd finished the coffe, we headed for the bedroom.

Eric was already half-hard and leaking lubricant in anticipation when he
stripped down. We sat on the bed facing each other, and I rolled Eric's
foreskin nipple between thumb and forefinger while he squeezed our helmets
rhythmically to stimulate us to erection. This didn't take long, and soon
all three of us were ready.

"Your prick's more sensitive than mine or Mike's," I told Eric, "so let's
put the sleeve on him and work him up at least halfway before you go head
to head with him. That way, you've got a better chance of coming together."
By this time Mike and I were fully hard, and I squirted several drops of
Astroglide onto his prick. Eric worked it in evenly from glans to base with
his fingers, while I put several drops into the buddy sleeve. Now I slipped
it on to Mike's prick and he lay on his side facing Eric. Eric lay down
facing him and I got behind Eric, reaching over to stroke the sleeve along
Mike's prick. Our eyes were fixed upon the sleeve, because as it was of
transparent silicon compound, Mike's hot horny prick was very visible
inside it.

	The sleeve had rings of rounded studs on its inner surface and we
watched avidly as they rode along Mike's shaft and then up and over his
rim, both rubbing and compressing the sensitive nerve endings. I was going
slowly, about one stroke every three seconds, to give us a clear view of
the action, and Mike's beautiful prick was responding. The vein along the
right side of his shaft bulged noticeably as his erection grew firmer. Mike
reached out to cup Eric's scrotum in his fingers. We were in no hurry,
because we all knew that it was as important and pleasurable to enjoy the
ride as to cross the finish line.

	"This will be good," Mike said. "I haven't come during that last
couple of weeks, and I've got a heavy load saved up. I was afraid I'd have
a wet dream before today and lose most of it."

	"I haven't come in a week either," Eric offered.

	"That means I'll have to make sure Mike's really worked up and
ready to go before you go into the sleeve," I told him. "The way you are,
you just might pop with the first stroke." Now I gave the sleeve a twisting
motion as I brought it forward along Mike's prick, and he gasped. We all
knew that the sideways stroke was more exciting than straight up-and-down,
and I wanted Mike to be close to orgasm when Eric joined him.

	"Okay, I see both your balls are drawn up against your bodies," I
observed. "You're both close, but I want to get Mike just a bit closer." I
continued stroking, still at a slow pace, to build Mike's excitement
another increment.

	"Jack, Mike's helmet's getting darker," Eric pointed out. "Think
it's time?" I saw the same thing through the transparent sleeve and felt a
thrill deep inside because watching a guy's prick becoming more aroused was
wildly erotic for me. I knew Eric and Mike felt the same way.

	"Okay, Mike, now grasp Eric's prick and draw the foreskin back all
the way down," I instructed him. We watched the red strawberry shaped glans
emerge from confinement and stand out proudly, gleaming wetly, at the end
of his shaft. Wet as he was with natural lubricant, Eric didn't need any
Astroglide to ease the way. I gave Eric a gentle nudge to let him know to
move in, and he thrust forward so that the nose of his glans entered the
end of the sleeve.

	"A bit more forward," I urged. "You want to get solidly head to
head. Eric moved his hips and his red pointed tip touched the blunt nose of
Mike's helmet. I heard them both sigh with satisfaction at the intimate
contact. I maintained the slow pace of my strokes because we all
appreciated that the longer the build-up, the more intense release would
be.

	All our eyes were on the sleeve, and we watched the rows of rounded
studs riding over their pricks. Eric's inner foreskin lining was stretched
tightly back and the studs raked them gently as they traveled along his
prick. I knew that they were also caressing Eric's gee-string underneath
his glans. The studs compressed his corona, applying a gentle pressure to
enhance the sensations. Mike's helmet, bulkier than Eric's glans, received
more pressure from the sleeve, all to the good because his circumcised
prick needed stronger sensations.

	"Now you both relax," I said. "Just enjoy the sensations and let me
do the work." My body was pressed up against Eric's back as I reached over
him to stroke the sleeve over their hard organs, and my hard prick was
between us.

	"Man I really like to feel his head against mine," Mike
whispered. "It's so hot."

	"It does the same for me," echoed Eric. "I know that when Mike
comes, his hot juice will be coating my tip."

	"Yours will be all over mine," Mike told him. " I hope we come
together." I saw Mike's helmet darkening even more to a deep purple, and
Eric's was darker red than it had been a few seconds ago. I said:

	"I think whoever comes first will find that the other comes a
second or two after. Feeling that hot juice is really stimulating." Just
saying those words and thinking of how it had gone when I'd docked with
Mike and then Eric a couple of weeks ago made my prick twitch. Although
nobody was stimulating my prick, my erection had remained firm because I
was watching their excitement mount. Now I had two hot pricks in front of
my eyes, and I knew that both would be gushing their cream in a minute or
two.

	"I'm gettin' close," Mike muttered through clenched teeth. I
continued the slow stroking.

	"I'm going to keep the same speed," I announced. "I know that the
last seconds before you come are really hot and intense and I want to make
it last. When one of you starts creaming, I'll pump you harder." For the
last few seconds they'd been breathing harder, and I knew their slits had
been dilating as drops of natural lubricant seeped out. Poised just below
the peak, both of them thrust their tips hard against each other, their
straining pricks aching for release. I saw their eyes close.

	It didn't surprise me when Eric let out a loud cry of joyful agony
and I felt his prick pulse through the soft plastic as a thick white gush
filled the space between their tips. I knew Mike wouldn't be far behind,
and I picked up my pace, pumping hard and twisting the sleeve to push him
over the edge. Now Mike yelped loudly and added his white cream to the
mixture of Eric's sperm and Astroglide. His jaw was clenched and his lips
drawn back in a rictus as the shock waves of orgasm wracked his body.

	Their straining bodies shuddered as the jets of cream gushed from
their hot hard pricks, and I felt the throbs through the soft silicon
plastic of the buddy sleeve. Eric wailed, and Mike grunted, as the
biological storm swept through them. I knew exactly what they were feeling,
and this brought my excitement up another notch. I knew that if I rubbed my
prick against Eric's back I'd be jetting my cream within a minute.

	I saw a dribble of thick fluid running out of each end of the buddy
sleeve as their orgasms tapered off, and knew that they'd drained
themselves thoroughly. This made me wonder if either would be up to another
round, even later in the day.

	Now I felt their bodies relax and their grunts and cries subside as
their orgasms faded away. Although I'd stopped stroking, their pricks were
still hard inside the plastic sleeve, and I knew it would take about a
minute for their erections to die down. After a couple of minutes Eric
opened his eyes and said:

	"Now it's your turn, Jack. "Just stay the way you are and I'll turn
around and put the sleeve on your cock. It's already well lubed with our
juices." Eric pulled his prick out of the sleeve and I saw his foreskin
roll forward to envelop his glans. He then pulled it from Mike's soft prick
as he turned to face me. I felt a sense of warmth as the sleeve engulfed my
prick, and then Eric began stroking it along the length of my shaft and
glans.

	"I'm already pretty hot from helping you guys," I said as the
delicious sensations flowed into my prick. "It won't take long."

	"We can see that, Jack," Mike said as he propped himself up on one
elbow and watched Eric working on me. "Your nuts are coming up close
against your body."

	"That vein along the right side of your shaft is really bulging,"
Eric informed me as he continued to stroke me. The rows of studs caressed
and compressed my flaring corona as they rode over it, and my excitement
continued to mount. I felt the pressure and congestion in my glans as my
prick went into its final swelling before the explosion. My eyes closed.

	Now the familiar tickle began in my flaring rim as the rows of
studs continued to bump over it. The tickle changed to a hot tingle and I
felt my cock-root tense up as I started rolling over the peak. The tingle
shot down to my cock-root like a hot flash and I felt the sharp contraction
as the first jet shot into my tube. The liquid felt fiery as it gushed up
my urethra and then it slammed through the pouting lips of my meatus to
pour into the buddy sleeve, where it mixed with the sperm and Astroglide. I
cried out helplessly as the second hot blast shot up my tube to gush from
my throbbing helmet into the sleeve. I was moaning and gasping, overwhelmed
by the intensity of my orgasm, totally unaware of the world outside my
body, feeling only the hot thrills as my prick gushed again and again.

	My contractions soon weakened, and I began to relax as my climax
wound down. Soon I was lying inert, totally relaxed, sinking into a daze as
my prick shrunk out of the sleeve. I was aware of Eric kissing me tenderly
on the lips, and then I opened my eyes. Both of them were smiling down at
me. Mike said:

	"Well, you weren't head to head, but you sure seemed to blow a big
load, Jack." He was right. Although what I'd just experienced was
essentially a hand job, my orgasm had been hot and intense, just as
shattering as if I'd been in the buddy sleeve with him.

	We got up, gathered up the towel to put in the laundry, and took a
shower together. Mike and I have a large walk-in shower stall with two
heads, and we three fit into it comfortably. The hot water gave us the urge
to empty our full bladders, and Mike and I let go, watching the water wash
our streams down the drain. The flow of urine flushed the residue of our
cream from our urethras.

	"Go ahead, Eric," I urged him. "It won't hurt anything." Eric
seemed to relax his body, and then I saw a yellow dribble pouring down from
the end of his foreskin nipple.

We rinsed the buddy sleeve by running it under the showerhead, and rinsed
ourselves off as well. We didn't need to soap up, just rinse off the
sweat. Eric skinned back to wash off the sperm and lubricant from
underneath and then pushed the hood forward again to protect the precious
head.

Despite the coffee we'd had earlier, we felt sleepy, and we returned to bed
for a nap, cuddled up together. We slept for about two hours, and then we
woke up hungry. Eric volunteered to go out to pick up a pizza, for despite
our advanced educations, we had strictly blue-collar tastes.

"You told me about what happened when you and Mike went head to head," Eric
said while munching on his last slice. "That didn't happen with us because
our holes weren't right opposite each other, but I'd like to see how you
and Mike do it together. You should be lined up again, and I can watch it
happen when he shoots into your hole." I felt a stirring in my prick as
Eric spoke, and I said:

"Yeah, I think we can go another round." I saw Mike nod affirmatively, and
I knew the prospect appealed to him too.

"We'll be slower this time because it's the second time around," Eric
pointed out. He was right. I'd noticed that the second orgasm in a few
hours did not have the same feeling of urgency that we felt when we had not
come for at last a day.

"That first time was hot, but we should have intense orgasms this time too,
because the build-up would be longer." We all knew that the longer the
period of sexual arousal, the more explosive the orgasm. As Eric had
undressed before sitting down at the kitchen table, it was easy for me to
reach over and tweak his foreskin nipple.

"That feels good," he said. "Let's get started." We went into the bedroom,
where Mike spread another towel on the bed to keep any dripping sperm or
lubricant from soaking into the blanket. Eric lay down and I grasped his
shaft gently while I probed his foreskin with my tongue. I felt his prick
begin to swell as I tickled his meatus with my tongue-tip. Mike sat next to
us and out of the corner of my eyes I saw Eric begin to squeeze his big
purple helmet. I also felt Mike's fingers squeezing mine. Lacking the
urgency of the first time, our pricks took a couple of minutes to firm up.

"Let me see how your holes line up," Eric suggested, and broke away from me
to look closely at my prick.

"Can you slide over and put your cock right next to Jack's?" he said to
Mike. "Just line them up, underside to underside." Mike slid over facing me
and now our pricks were parallel between our abdomens. Eric inspected them
closely and concluded:

"Your holes seem to be the same distance from the undersides of your
cocks. You should be lined up for sure this time too. Having your pee-hole
pouting lets him shoot right into your tube, Jeck."

Sensing that we could get started now, Mike picked up the sleeve and the
squeeze bottle of Astroglide and began getting us ready. I felt his warm
fingers spreading lubricant along my prick while I continued to work on
Eric, probing deep inside his foreskin to caress his rim and the deep
groove behind it. I tasted the salty flavor of Eric's natural lubricant as
it seeped from his orifice, and reflected that there's nothing more
attractive than a man's prick when he's fully aroused and eager for
climax. Eric's prick was hot and sexy, and the foreskin was a bonus.

"Okay, Jack, we're ready," I heard Mike say, and I saw that he had also
lubed his prick and the inside of the sleeve. Now we lay facing each other
and eased our lubricated pricks into the sleeve. The warmth of that first
head to head contact inside the sleeve thrilled me, and I heard Mike sigh
with contentment. Our helmets were now pressed firmly together, and Eric
got behind me and reached for the sleeve, beginning a long series of back
and forth strokes. He kept himself propped on his left elbow while stroking
us with his right.

"I like that warm feeling inside the sleeve, Jack," I heard Mike say. "The
pressure of your tip against mine feels really good." I agreed, feeling the
same way.

"I think you're pressing against each other just right," Eric said. "The
front of your helmets are only slightly compressed." I knew what he
meant. Our nerve endings responded to pressure as well as to friction, and
if the pressure were too strong it would push the blood out of our helmets,
which had to be firm to provide the backing for them. With a soft glans the
sensitivity drops.

I reached out to cup Mike's balls to give him extra sensation. I heard him
sigh as I gently kneaded his sac. Meanwhile, Eric continued to stroke the
sleeve along our hard pricks, and I felt the rows of studs rubbing and
compressing my nerve endings, especially in the corona. Eric shifted his
grip slightly, pressing several fingertips into the underside of our
pricks. The studs rode into my triangular groove and caressed both lobes of
my corona and the gee-string between them. My prick twitched in response,
and I felt Mike's helmet twitch against mine.

"I'm going slowly so that you enjoy the ride," Eric told us. He seemed to
be maintaining a three-second cycle with his strokes, and I felt every
sensation, every squeeze.

"We're not in a hurry," Mike told him. "The way you're doing it feels
wonderful." Eric was giving us long, full strokes, bringing the sleeve
forward until the end was right at my ridge, and then returning until the
opposite end was at Mike's corona and the sleeve engulfed my prick to
within two inches of the base. I'd once measured my glans and knew it was 1
7/8 inch along the top, and I knew Mike's was the same. With a six-inch
sleeve, this allowed about two inches of stroke, and on the backstroke the
end came well past my scar ring.

I felt a slight tickle deep inside, and knew that I was releasing natural
lubricant. The first drop crawled up my tube, adding to the erotic
sensations, and I knew Mike was feeling the same thing because he
lubricates more than I do. He was really getting into it, because he leaned
in toward me and kissed me on the lips.  I caressed his nipples with my
other hand because I knew he enjoys that.

"Both your sacs are drawing up tight," Eric observed. "You're making
progress. The veins on your shafts are bulging too." Both Mike and I have a
prominent vein on the right side of our shafts.

The insistent caress of the sleeve's studs continued, riding over our
shafts and helmets, bringing us incrementally toward the final point. I was
hoping that Mike would come just before I did, because I fervently wanted
to feel his hot jets shooting down my tube again. It was unlikely that I'd
be able to launch a jet down his urethra, because his slit remains closed
except when dilated by a gush of his sperm. One of the minor differences in
our pricks was that my slit pouts with erection, forming a teardrop shape
that funnels his jets into my tube.

"I can see your helmets are getting darker now," announced Eric. As he
spoke, I felt the pressure building up in my glans as my prick went into
its final swelling. I hopes that Mike was slightly further along than I
was.

"I'm getting' that tickle," Mike announced, and I felt a pang of joy that
he was drawing ahead of me in his excitement.

"I know that you want to blast off first, Mike, so I'll use a little more
pressure on your cock," Eric announced. "All you need is a couple of
seconds, right?" Mike was not breathing rapidly, with low grunts, so he
just nodded in reply. I felt Eric shift his grip slightly, and I guessed he
was squeezing slightly more when he was on Mike's prick. Now I felt the
familiar tickle in my glans, and hoped Mike would shoot at least one jet
before I did.

Mike's breathing became louder, more like grunts, and I knew he was poised
on the brink. The sensations continued to build up in my prick, the tickle
changing into a hot tingle, and my breathing became faster too. I was right
on the edge now, and....

"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard Mike grunt just as I felt his helmet throb
against mine and a hot rushing stream slam through my meatus and shoot down
my urethra. Eric's fist began pumping the sleeve hard against our pricks to
intensify our orgasms. I yelped loudly at the sensation and then again as
another fiery jet gushed into my tube. My prick exploded in sensation that
traveled down my shaft to its root, and the first spasm gripped me. My
first gush of hot liquid ejaculate shot up my tube, pushing Mike's sperm
ahead of it, and poured against his helmet and into the sleeve.

We were both heavily into it, grunting, groaning, and moaning, shooting our
jets joyfully, emptying our tanks in the free-fall of orgasm. Between
Mike's helmet throbbing hard against mine, the flow of our hot sperm, and
Eric's heavy stroking, the sensations were overwhelming, and tears came to
my eyes, as they had during my first orgasm many years ago.

Now the sensations tapered off, as did out spasms, and our spurts became
weaker. The frenzy of orgasm turned into the lassitude of the after-shock,
and we relaxed completely. Time flowed as we floated in our reveries, until
we opened our eyes. I remembered that Eric hadn't yet had his second
climax, and I pulled out of the buddy sleeve and turned to him.

"Did he shoot into you this time?" he asked before I could say anything.

"Yes he did, just like last time. It gave me a really hot thrill to feel
his cream shooting down my urethra. I wish you could experience it
sometime."

"I'm glad you got it, Jack," he said. "It was a real thrill watching you
two blowing your loads."

"How would you like it, Eric? Buddy sleeve full of our lube and juices, or
oral?" Being intact, this was a meaningful choice for Eric, whom I knew
really thrived on oral sex. His prick was still rock-hard, aroused by the
sight of our spasms, and I guessed that he'd need very little to push him
over the top.

"Oral, I guess," he replied. "You really have a way of working my skin with
your tongue." I pushed myself down his body until his six inches were in
front of my face. His foreskin covered his strawberry glans fully and
formed a little pucker at the end. Grasping his shaft with my left hand, I
probed the opening of his foreskin with my tongue. The pucker stretched
easily to admit my tongue, and then I tasted the salty flavor of his
natural lubricant. In another second I was probing his slit, making him
moan in delight as his prick throbbed in response.

Mike sat up and removed the buddy sleeve from his shrinking prick. Our
accumulated juices dripped onto the towel, and he wrapped the sleeve up in
the towel and put it aside after wiping his prick with it. Mine was still
very wet, and he wiped it with some Kleenex. Then he sidled up beside us
and cupped Eric's sac, gently stimulating him.

Eric's glans felt glassy smooth to my tongue, and now I probed deeper,
caressing his thick corona, working my way all around it until I came to
the gee-string underneath. I felt Eric's prick throb again as I strummed
this with my tongue for a couple of seconds, and then worked my way up the
other side. His prick released several more drops of salty lubricant onto
my tongue, and I swallowed them.

I knew that Mike was watching me enviously because he enjoyed sucking on an
intact prick even more than I did, but I was there first and wasn't about
to give up my place. Now I pulled gently on Eric's foreskin, drawing it
back until his glans was uncovered down to the corona. My lips clamped into
the groove behind the rim, and I twisted my head to provide the sideways
friction we all loved. Eric's prick throbbed again in response to the
strong sensations, and I guessed that I'd have his load within a minute.

I pulled back harder on his skin to stretch his frenulum, giving him more
sensations to stimulate him, and began to pump up and down on his
glans. With each stroke, my lips caressed his gee-string as well as his
thick rim, and I twisted my head at the bottom of each stroke. I felt his
glans go into its final swelling as I sucked him, the surface losing its
sponginess and becoming harder each second. His breathing accelerated and
became more gasping as his sensations mounted.

Now I sucked very hard on his strawberry shaped glans as I let my teeth
scrape very lightly over his gee-string. Eric's prick throbbed powerfully
against my tongue and palate, and I heard him cry out in joyful agony as a
heavy jet poured into my mouth. I swallowed hard as another gush filled my
mouth, and the aroma of Clorox rose in my nasal canals. I heard Mike
exclaim:

"Go, Eric, go!" Another throb filled Eric's glans as it poured its third
stream of juice into my mouth. Eric was gasping and wailing and his body
shuddered in the frenzy of orgasm as I sucked more sperm from his hot hard
prick. I was supremely happy that I was able to give Eric as strong a
thrill as he'd given me and Mike.

Eric's cries and his jets grew weaker now, and in a few seconds he was
merely oozing salty cream from his slit. I lapped it up eagerly as his
prick began to deflate in my mouth, and then I pulled my head back and drew
his foreskin forward to protect the strawberry glans.

After a few minutes we showered again, and once more relaxed our sphincters
to let the yellow streams flush our urethras. Mike and I watched avidly as
Eric skinned back to rinse his glans and foreskin, and then replaced the
precious hood over the tip.

We got dressed to go out to dinner. We'd had a full day, and we were
hungry. Over ribs at Uncle Mutt's, we discussed the following
Saturday. Eric would of course be coming over again, and we thought of
several ways to make next Saturday more than a repeat of today. One point
of firm agreement was that we'd all avoid having orgasms until we met
again, so that our discharges would be as intense as possible.

Continued in Part 2