Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2011 07:21:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Buddy Sleeve Trio, Part 2 Adult Male

Buddy Sleeve Trio, Part 2
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

That week I bought a baby enema, a simple device consisting of a rubber
bulb that size of a lemon, and a nozzle. Basically, the baby enema is a
syringe. As I'd been the only one to experience a jet of hot sperm shooting
down my urethra, I thought that if I used the baby enema to shoot a jet of
hot water down Eric's and Mike's pricks, this would be an acceptable
simulation, just as the buddy sleeve had made an acceptable substitute for
docking. I explained the idea to Mike when I got home, and I could tell
from the look in his eyes that he would have enjoyed having me use it on
him right then. However, we'd agreed not to have an orgasm until we met
Saturday morning.

Eric arrived right after breakfast that Saturday, and we went right into
the bedroom. Mike and I shucked our bathrobes, and Eric undressed. As he
pulled down his boxers, we saw that his prick was wrapped in paper
towels. Seeing our stares, he explained:

"I've been thinking about this all week, and the last couple of days, I've
been leaking juice. It got embarrassing at work when someone else noticed a
wet spot on my pants. I've had to use these paper towels to keep my pants
dry." He removed the wad of towels and we saw that his prick was already
half-hard with excitement. Mike gently pushed him down on the bed.

"Well, Eric," he said. "You're so hot you wouldn't last a second inside the
buddy sleeve. I'd better give you some relief right now so that when you do
it, you'll last longer." We all knew that a guy is always slower the second
time around, and we were sure that when Eric was once more able to get an
erection, he wouldn't be popping off uncontrollably. Mike lay next to him
in a "69" position and grasped Eric's half-hard prick between two fingers,
stabilizing it while he pushed his tongue into the puckered foreskin
orifice.

Eric's prick quickly swelled to full erection, and he grasped Mike's prick,
engulfing the big helmet with his lips. I quickly ran to the adjoining
bathroom and filled the baby enema with hot water, shooting a little squirt
onto my finger to make sure the water wasn't too hot. Now I returned to the
bedroom, where Mike was probing deeper with his tongue,, and I knew he was
strumming Eric's slit from side to side.

"When he's ready to come, Mike, take your head off so I can give him a
squirt of hot water," I whispered into his ear. Eric's eyes were closed and
he neither saw me nor heard me. This was good, as I wanted it to be a total
surprise for him.

Now Mike had Eric's prick deeper into his mouth, and I knew his tongue was
circling the ridge of Eric's glans, caressing the rim and the deep groove
behind it. Eric too was working on Mike's big helmet and the sensitive skin
between the rim and the scar ring. Both of them were breathing hard, but I
knew that Eric had to be ahead of Mike. I knelt on the bed next to them,
ready to use the rubber syringe when the moment came.

I saw Mike rip Eric's shaft a bit tighter and draw the skin back toward the
base to expose the head.  Now he wa working his lips around the corona,
giving a twist with each stroke to bring Eric to the brink. Eric in turn
had Mike's six inch prick deep in his mouth, and it seemed his was probing
mike's slit with his tongue-tip. Both were grunting softly as their
excitement mounted.

Now Mike's head came up, revealing Eric's red strawberry shaped glans,
glossy and fully engorged, and he looked up at me expectantly. I gently
inserted the tip of the nozzle into Eric's well-lubricated slit and
squeezed the bulb. Eric's head jerked back from Mike's prick and he gave a
loud yelp as the unexpected hot sensation hit him. I pulled the syringe
away from his prick and we watched as a strong stream of water and sperm
shot upward from his distended meatus to fall back on his abdomen.

Eric wailed loudly as his throbbing prick gushed again, sending a jet of
white cream into the air several inches. His hips bucked as he thrust
wildly, his body gripped in the hot frenzy of his orgasm. His jaws were
clenched and his legs trembled as each spasm hit him, and I guessed that he
wasn't even aware that we were here because he was too wrapped up in his
own sensations.

Now his jets weakened, not shooting as high, and in a few seconds his
ejaculations dwindled to a slow dribble from his slit. Mike, as ever
fascinated by Eric's intact prick, leaned down to lick the last drops from
his oozing meatus as his finger slid along the underside of his shaft to
expel the last drops from him.

Now, as Eric's prick lost its erection, Mike pulled the copious foreskin
forward to protect the precious head. Eric was utterly still, relaxed and
torpid from the after-effects of the intense biological storm. Mike still
had his erection, and my prick had hardened as well from watching the
erotic action.

"That really worked on him," Mike commented as we waited for Eric to
revive. I was sure Eric would want to know what we'd done to him, to
produce such as intense reaction, and I was eager to explain it to him,
especially as he'd be doing the same thing to Mike.

"Well," I said. "I'd really expected it to, as I've had the experience of
having hot sperm shot up my tube, and I knew how great it feels. I want you
to get the same feeling."

"I can believe that, after seeing what it did to you and Eric," Mike
replied. "How are we gonna do this, with us inside the buddy sleeve?"

"I think we'll go at it until you're ready to come, and then you pull out
and Eric will squirt the hot water into your urethra. Then, if you can, you
go back into the sleeve and finish there. I'll be dropping my load not long
after." By this time Eric had begun to stir, and I saw him open his eyes.

"What happened?" he asked, rousing himself from his daze. "One moment Mike
was giving me oral and the next my cock just exploded." I began to explain:

"Mike was giving you oral, but we had a big surprise for you. You saw how I
reacted when you and Mike shot your sperm into my prick. I wanted you to
have the same experience." I showed him the baby enema. "Just before you
started to come, Mike pulled away and I squirted some hot water into your
slit. That's what you felt, and we saw what it did for you. You almost
jumped off the bed."

"Oh, wow," Eric said. "That was such a terrific feeling. When I felt that
hot liquid shooting into me, I didn't know where I was. It went right down
my shaft into the root of my penis." I smiled. It was gratifying that this
simple technique had worked so well for Eric, and I was confident that it
would work well on Mike. However, it wouldn't be a surprise for him.

"Well, if you guys want to lube up and get into the sleeve, I'll stroke it
for you. I can see you're both hard and hot right now," Eric offered. Mike
picked up the sleeve and the squeeze bottle of Astroglide and squirted some
lubricant inside the sleeve, and then into his hand. He spread the clear
slippery fluid over both our pricks and we were ready. I lay facing him and
as Eric held the sleeve, I eased my big blunt helmet into it. Mike lay on
his side and came in from the other end until his helmet butted against
mine. Eric began stroking and I relished the sensation of rings of studs
riding over my corona, rubbing and compressing the nerve endings. Under my
glans, the studs worked their magic in my triangular groove and frenulum,
and I sighed in delight.

 Mike and I held hands as Eric continued to stroke the sleeve over our
pricks. I felt the warmth of Mike's glans against mine and this added to my
arousal. Now Mike spoke:

"Jack, neither of us has come in a week. This means we're pretty charged
up. I don't think it'll take me more than a couple of minutes to come. How
about you?"

"Same here, Mike. I think you'll come before I do, because Eric was really
working on your prick before he came."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right, Jack."

"Eric, how about going into the bathroom and getting some hot water into
the baby enema so that you'll be ready when Mike's about to come?" I
asked. "I'll keep the sleeve stroking while you're gone."

"Okay, Jack," Eric agreed and let go of the sleeve. I immediately grasped
it and continued the insistent back and forth motions. Now Mike's breathing
accelerated and became shallow. Eric came back in and looked at Mike.

"Mike, when you feel you're on the edge, pull out," he said. He sat behind
me and resumed stroking the sleeve while his other hand held the syringe
ready. We both monitored Mike's breathing and watched his prick through the
transparent sleeve. After another minute Eric muttered:

"His tip's darker now. I think he's very close." At this moment Mike
suddenly pulled his prick out of the sleeve and I grasped it and angled it
up to receive the nozzle in his urethra. Eric's hand moved down, inserted
the nozzle in Mike's lubricated orifice and squeezed the bulb. Mike
shuddered and yelped loudly as a thick gush of water and sperm shot from
his prick. He was breathing hard I guided his prick back into the sleeve
before his second discharge started. Mike's hips bucked and he thrust his
helmet hard against mine as he gushed hot fluid. My pouting orifice
funneled his cream straight down into my urethra and I cried out helplessly
as I felt the heavy pounding begin deep inside me. Our eyes closed.

Mike's straining prick shot again, and again I felt the rush of hot fluid
down my tube as my first discharge rushed up my urethra in the opposite
direction. I felt the hut surge in my tube as the mixed fluids gushed up
toward my helmet. Both our pricks throbbed again as they shot heavy gushes
into the tube between our helmets. Our bulging tips were awash in sperm and
hot water as they throbbed.

My entire world consisted of our throbbing pricks, straining inside the
soft plastic sleeve that Eric continued to stroke over us to heighten our
sensations. Another gush of hot sperm burned its way up my urethra as I
tumbled in the free-fall of my orgasm. I heard myself moaning and gasping
in the far distance, but nothing else came through because my senses were
completely overwhelmed by the fiery rush of my orgasm. My prick throbbed
with each gush, sending another jet to fill the sleeve, and my helmet was
awash with hot fluid.

I felt my throbs weaken as my orgasm faded. Mike's prick was now still,
although yet hard with the big helmet pressed against mine. It felt
pleasantly hot inside the sleeve, and Eric's fingers squeezed it slowly and
rhythmically, enhancing the afterglow we felt. A feeling of lassitude came
over me as my body relaxed, and now I was utterly still, like Mike.

It seemed like days later that I opened my eyes to see Mike looking at
me. He asked:

"Awake? Are you with us?" I nodded affirmatively and he said:

"That was terrific. Now I know what it felt like for you. I saw what it did
to Eric too. We're both glad you thought of this."

"I never thought Mike and I would ever get to feel that sensation, since
our holes don't pout the way yours does," Eric added. "Why is your hole so
wide open, anyway, Jack? Did the doctor cut it open when he circumcised
you?"

"No, that wasn't it, Eric," I replied. "Otherwise Mike's hole would be the
same way, since our mothers had the same obstetrician and he cut us both. I
think it's just hereditary, like my rim flares more than his. His slit's a
little longer than mine, but mine opens up during erection.

"Well, you both have beautiful cocks, even though you're circumcised," Eric
said. "I like the shape of those helmets." I had to reply to this:

"Well, Eric, I think your prick is beautiful too, especially the red color
and smooth glossy texture. Mike and I are really turned on by your
foreskin. We love to stick our tongues under it because we know how good it
feels to you."

"Yeah, Jack, when you slip your tongue inside my skin I get two sensations,
one the friction against the head and the inside of my skin, and second the
stretching of my skin. Stretching it feels hot too." I had guessed that the
nerve endings in Eric's foreskin were also sensitive to stretching, and
he'd just confirmed it.

By now our pricks were limp and shrunken, and they slipped out of the
sleeve, allowing the collected fluids to seep into the towel. We got up and
Mike gathered the towel, wrapping the sleeve in it, and we went into the
bathroom. Mike put the towel in the hamper and took the sleeve with him as
he stepped into the shower. We followed, and I slid the translucent door
shut behind us. We turned on both showerheads and enjoyed the hot water
sluicing over our bodies. The warmth gave me the urge to pee, and as I
looked down at my yellow stream I saw one flowing from Mike's helmet.

Eric skinned back to bare his glans to the hot water and in a couple of
seconds joined us in flushing out his urethra. After we'd finished draining
ourselves we rinsed our bodies. We didn't have to soap up as we weren't
really dirty. As we were drying ourselves Mike and I watched as Eric patted
his red strawberry glans dry and then slid his foreskin delicately forward
to once more cover and protect the precious tip. I envied him, and I was
sure Mike did too.

We dressed and went out to lunch in Eric's Honda, arriving at a Chinese
Restaurant that also served sushi. As we ate, we discussed the next step:

"The docking sleeve works fine, and so does the syringe to shoot hot water
into our urethras, but I have another idea we might try," I began, happy
that the restaurant was not crowded on Saturdays and that nobody was at a
nearby table to overhear.

"You mean electro?" asked Mike, because he knew that I had a power box and
an assortment of electrodes for stimulation by electric pulses. We had used
them together from time to time, and enjoyed some hot, blasting orgasms
when we did.

"Exactly," I replied. "I think there's a way to add an electric thrill to
our simulated docking. The simplest way I can think of is to have an
electrode on each of us and make the connection inside the sleeve, where
the lubricant can act as an electrolyte." As I outlined this idea, I felt
my prick stir inside my clothes, and I wondered if it seemed as appealing
to my companions.

"I've heard of electro, but never tried it," said Eric. "You two use it a
lot?"

"No, not a lot," Mike answered him. "We use it from time to time to add
spice to our sex. We usually use it alone, but sometimes with other
methods."

"The ideal in electrostim is the "HFO," hands free orgasm, but that's not
always possible," I explained. "That's why sometimes we'll begin with
electro and then finish off by hand or some other way if we can't get to
the top with electro alone. Now here we'll be using the docking sleeve as
our primary method, and the e-stim will just add something to it." Mike
nodded affirmatively as I spoke.

Back home we drank a couple of cans of Pepsi each, both for the caffeine
and the volume of liquid, so that we'd have full bladders. Then we stripped
down and I took the e-stim power box from a drawer in my bedside table. I
connected the wires to the box and explained:

"I'm going to use only one channel for this first time. Here are two blue
bands, conductive electrodes for the base of your shafts. You two lead
off. Put them on, and I'll connect you. Then lube up the sleeve and when
you're both inside with heads touching I'll turn on the power." Mike took
the blue bands to the bathroom sink to wet them for better conductivity and
then put one around the base of Eric's penis. He then put the other one on
his shaft while I tweaked Eric's foreskin to produce an erection. I
squeezed his glans through the skin and then pulled the hood back to reveal
the red strawberry head. Eric's prick responded quickly and he in turn
grasped Mike's prick with two fingers squeezing the big bare helmet.

Mike began squeezing my glans, as we all knew that rhythmic squeezes always
produced a powerful hard-on. It didn't take long for us to attain full
erections, and we were ready to go. I spread a towel on the bed and
lubricated their pricks thoroughly, carefully keeping Eric's hood back
behind his thick rim. I squirted a shot into the sleeve and then held it as
they eased their pricks into it. When their tips met in the center, I
turned on the power box.

"Do you both feel it?" I asked. Mike nodded, as I knew he would because th
feeling of the electric pulses was familiar to him.

"It feels strange," Eric said. "It gives me a sort of tingle."

"That's the way it works," I assured him. "Just ride that tingling feeling
while I start stroking you." I began sliding the sleeve back and forth on
their pricks. Mike and Eric clasped hands, enjoying the intimacy of going
head to head in the sleeve as the rows of studs rode over their hot hard
tips.

"That tingle feels like it's in my urethra," Eric told us. "It's not like
having hot water shot in but it's really nice." I was glad that e-stim was
a positive experience for him, as I knew some guys didn't like it.

"Enjoy the ride," I urged. "This is the second time around for us, so we'll
all be slower in coming."

"With the electro, it should be as intense as the first time," Mike
commented to Eric. "Can you bump the power up a little?" he said to me. I
turned the power knob up a few percent, knowing that too quick a rise in
power could be uncomfortable.

"That feels stronger, more intense," said Eric. "It makes my cock feel
harder." That was familiar to me, as in my experience the pulses had made
my prick engorge even more.

"Is the tingle still in your urethra?" I asked him.

"Yes it is," he said. I think I could come from just that alone."

"How about you, Mike?" I asked. "Is the feeling in your urethra or what?"

"It's in the head and all over, really," he replied. "Can you turn up the
power another notch? I think this is working great for both of us." I
twisted the power knob slightly and heard Mike's breathing become more
rapid. Eric was now moaning softly.

"Aha, aha, aha, aha," he went as the sensations built up in his penis. I
was sure he's be shooting his cream before Mike did, not only because his
prick was more sensitive, but the unfamiliar electro sensations were
pushing him hard toward the peak.

"Your balls are tight against your bodies," I commented. "Looks like you'll
be dropping your loads soon." I nudged the power level up another
increment.

"That tingle's so hot," Eric muttered, and I saw his body tense. Through
the clear plastic I saw his glans turn a darker red, indicating that he was
close to the brink.

"Eric's gonna come," I told Mike. He didn't reply, and I knew he too was
becoming caught up in his sensations and that his awareness of the world
outside his body was dimming. Eric's eeyes closed and I knew it was now
just a matter of seconds.

Eric yelped and his body lurched, and I knew he was sliding into the
free-fall of orgasm. I felt his prick throb insie the sleeve. I began to
pump the sleeve hard, noting that the space around Eric's glans was filling
with white fluid. Eric cried out again and his prick gushed another load
into the enveloping soft plastic, coating mike's big helmet. Mike's eyes
closed and I hoped he'd start coming before Eric had finished.

Eric's penis gushed again, and this time I heard Mike grunt hard. Mike
grunted again and now I felt his prick join Eric's in throbbing hard. The
sleeve was full of their juices, mixing with the Astroglide, and some was
leaking from both ends as I continued to pump it along their pricks. Eric's
orgasm was slowing down, and now Mike was gushing and grunting the most as
he continued to pour his cream into the tube.

Mike's orgasm now began to fade, and the throbs grew weaker as his jets
changed to a steady oozing. Of course, my prick was hard as a rock from
watching and feeling them come, and I knew I'd be ready for release
soon. Now bith Mike and Eric were still, dazed and torpid, bodies totally
relaxed as their erections slowly deflated. I turned off the power box.

Eric opened his eyes after a couple of minutes, looked up at me, and said:

"Oh, that was terrific. Between the friction and the electro, my cock
really exploded. I've never felt anything like it in my life."

"Better than your first orgasm?" I asked. I knew that for most of us the
first orgasm was the most intense and shattering. Mine had brought tears to
my eyes and paralyzed me for a couple of minutes afterward.

"Almost," he said. "It was like a fourth dimension." By now Mike had opened
his eyes, and I knew he was back to full consciousness.

"It was pretty hot for me too," he said. "When Eric started shooting that
hot juice pouring over my helmet really set me off." He pulled his shrunken
prick out of the sleeve, as Eric did a couple of seconds later. Mike
loosened the blue band and slid it off his prick. Now he slipped it onto
mine, sliding it down to the very base of my shaft.

"You're hot and hard, Jack," Eric said. "I think you're ready to go." He
slipped the blue band from his prick and Mike took it and stuffed it into
one end of the sleeve.

"This'll make the circuit complete," Mike explained as he slid the sleeve
over my big blunt helmet and down my shaft. I lay on my back, content to
let him take charge.  He began sliding the wet sleeve up and down my
prick. I felt a gentle tingle in my prick as he turned on the power
box. Eric moved closer to me and cupped my balls in his hand.

"I want to feel your scrotum as it draws up against your body," he
said. His gentle fingers bobbed my balls and added to my sensations. I saw
Mike turn up the power as he continued to stroke the sleeve up and down my
shaft and glans. The tingle in my prick increased.

"You won't get that had-to-head feeling, but you're getting a longer stroke
because yours is the only cock in there," Mike said. He had a
point. Although I missed the warmth of another glans pressed against mine,
more rows of studs rode over my glans and shaft. I felt the gentle bumps as
they compressed my flaring rim from each direction.

"Your balls are tight now," Eric said as he removed his hand. "I'm going to
put hot water in the syringe. That way, you'll still get that hot feeling,
although my cock isn't in there with yours." He went to the bathroom and
returned with the syringe in his right hand.

"Mike, when he's ready to come, can you keep the sleeve low enough so that
I can slip this nozzle into his hole?" Mike nodded, and turned the power
level up another increment.

"That tingle feels really hot," I told them. "I'm really getting turned
on." I felt a combination of sensations pouring into my hot hard prick,
bringing me closer to the magic moment. Just thinking of the syringe Eric
had prepared to squirt hot water into my orifice gave me a added fillip of
sensation.

"Even with the blue band in the sleeve, I can still see your helmet," Eric
told me. "It's getting darker purple, and your hole's really pouting. The
vein on the right side of your shaft is bulging because the blue band's
compressing it and making your cock harder." He was absolutely right. I
felt a pleasant feeling of congestion in my prick and I knew my glans was
fully swollen, ready to disgorge its hot fluid. The hot electro tingle
increased as Mike turned the knob again, and my eyes closed.

"He's right on the edge," I heard Mike say in the distance as I withdrew
into myself to relish the powerful sensations. My glans had developed a
tingle of its own, adding to the electro tingle coursing through my
prick. "Give it to him now." I felt something push into my meatus and shoot
a hot stream down my urethra. My prick exploded and the root contracted,
sending a stream of hot juice into my tube. I felt the fiery liquid sear
its way up my prick as I cried out helplessly. My prick throbbed and
tingled as another jet shot forcefully up my urethra and erupted from my
tip. Mike was pumping me hard now, and the buddy sleeve's studs were
sending their messages of joy into my nerve endings.

"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as waves of pleasure coursed through my
body. My prick throbbed again, sending another jet shooting up from the
tip. More jets followed as I drained myself until I was merely seeping
sperm.