Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 08:41:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Byron, Adult Friends, 1/1

Byron
By jackinnm@yahoo.com

Byron and I had been waiting months for this meeting
in a motel in Pensacola, after we'd enjoyed a hot
mutual fantasy session in an Internet chat room. Then,
we'd had a cyber-69, and a long, tender cuddle
afterward, during which we'd gotten to know each other
better, beyond just a couple of hard pricks eager for
release.
When I knocked at his room and identified myself,
Byron cautiously opened the door and stood behind it
as I entered. It was immediately clear why: He was
bare-assed naked, and I gazed at him to see his 6"
frame, carrying about 200 lb. I first studied his
face, framed by black hair and with a trim
salt-and-pepper mustache covering his upper lip. I saw
that he had a good tan, and at age 46 he was carrying
a middle-aged spread, as I was. Byron's hazel eyes
were behind a pair of bifocals, and he studied me
through them. I'm 6'2", 210 lb. wear trifocals to help
my 62 year old eyes, and have thinning white hair
above my brown eyebrows. Unlike Byron, I'm
clean-shaven, and my eyes are brown. They dropped to
study his prick, about three inches soft, with smooth
skin that covered the head and ended in a large
pucker. Under his steady gaze, I eagerly slipped out
of my clothes.
"It's hot and muggy," I said, to break the ice.
"Yeah, this room's got a good air conditioner, but we
ought to take a shower anyway," he replied. "I got
here just before you did, and I'm hot and sweaty too."
He led the way to the bathroom where by silent
agreement we got into the shower together. The hot
water ran over our bodies, and we enjoyed the
sensations.
"I noticed the way your prick swings when you move,"
he remarked. "Must be because of the big head." He was
right. Under my long, nippled foreskin I have a big
purple helmet, with blunt nose and flaring ridge. His
finger traced the outline of the coronal ring visible
through the thick hood. I felt an electric spark
course through my penis, and I grasped the end of his
hood, lightly pinching it to make the glans slide
under the skin.
"I'm glad you're uncut too," I said. We know how to
handle each other's pricks."
"Actually, I was cut as a baby," he said. "The doctor
didn't cut off much, and he did my cousin the same
way." I lifted his penis and looked for a scar at the
end of his hood, but the wrinkles hid any cut line. I
was glad the doctor had cut off only the nippled end
of his foreskin, leaving enough to cover the head
completely. My fingers felt the head swelling through
the skin, and I pinched his glans several times to
make his cock-root throb.
"Feels nice," he said with a smile.
"That's your bulbo-cavernal reflex," I explained.
Squeezing your cock-head makes the muscles in the root
contract. I do it to myself to get me going."
Byron picked up the bar of soap and began running it
over my body, covering every inch of flesh from my
neck down to my feet. While he was bent over, I used
the other bar to soap his back.
"Now this," he said, standing up and grasping my
half-hard prick around the head. Tenderly, he pushed
my foreskin back until it locked behind the flaring
purple ridge. Byron ran his fingertip into the groove
behind the head, rinsing away the cheesy secretions,
then wrapped his fingers around the glans and gave it
a light twist. The hot water rinsed my prick and I
grasped his to peel his skin back. It slid back
easily, filling the air with the rich man-smell of
cheese. I kept it back as I probed his groove with my
fingertip, wiping away the thick white coating inside
it. Then I ran my finger around his ridge, feeling it
swell as I wiped away the spots of smegma that covered
parts of it. We didn't need soap to wash our pricks,
as they just don't get very dirty. I finished soaping
Byrons' body, and we rinsed ourselves in turn under
the shower head. I turned off the water and we dried
each other with the fluffy towels. When he got to my
penis he asked:
"Do you dry the head too?"
"No, not necessary. Anyway, it feels better when it's
moist and slippery." He pushed the thick skin down
over the bulging head of my cock.
"Me too," he replied as he finished drying me. I
worked the towel over his body, pausing to slip his
foreskin forward when I got to his crotch, and wiping
the outside of his prick and scrotum. His balls hung
lower than mine, and they slid around inside his sac
as I gently dried it.
There was a knock on the door as we came out of the
bathroom.
"I ordered a pizza," he said. "It's dinner-time, and I
thought you'd be hungry." He went to the door, opening
it just enough to take the pizza and pay the delivery
man, then placed it in the center of the bed. We sat
across from each other with our legs spread, eating
wordlessly, sharing glances. We weren't into small
talk, such as "Have a nice trip down?" because we knew
that what we wanted to do required few words.
Our pricks were half-hard, on display as we ate,
anticipating what was to come. I could see his slit
through the open end of his foreskin and as I watched,
I saw the lips part as a drop of clear fluid appeared
between them. Byron's eyes were fixed on the bulbous
end of my penis, and as he stared I felt a tickle in
my cock-root. A drop of fluid began crawling up my
urethra.
We finished the pizza and Byron put the box on the far
bureau. He plucked a couple of small towels from the
bathroom and returned to the bed, where he sat facing
me, closed than before. His penis was within easy
reach, and I couldn't resist. I grasped it by the end,
pulling out on his hood, watching the ring of the
glans showing as the skin thinned under tension. Byron
grasped the nipple of my foreskin between two fingers
and twisted gently, making me sigh in delight.
I'd concluded from our chat that he was a tender
lover, and my belief was confirmed by the gentle
manner in which he touched me. He wasn't overly eager
in his manner, and always considerate. In turn, I
handled his sensitive prick with loving care as it
swelled between my fingers. It didn't take long for us
to be full-hard, and I saw that our hoods were long
enough to cover our heads, even with full erections. I
slid the supple skin over the hard core of his penis
inside.
We both had straight shafts, and mine had a big vein
on the right side. His pubic hair was darker than
mine, running in an inverted vee up to his navel, as
mine does. I began pushing his hood back to uncover
the head, enjoying the magic moment when a male's most
sensitive part is first unveiled. It was full and
pink, the purple ring of his corona framing it at the
rear. I ran a finger lightly around the flaring ridge.
"You've got a nice head, very sexy," I said
admiringly. Byron slowly pushed back my thick fleshy
hood over the contours of my glans, revealing the big
blunt dome, then retracting it behind the big flaring
ridge.
"Yours is nice purple, big and sexy, a nice big
helmet" he commented. "I can imagine what that'll feel
like in my mouth." He leaned closer to study it.
"Yours is different from mine. The lips of your slit
pout when you're hard." He was observant, because the
lips of my meatus expand to form a teardrop shape when
my glans engorges.
"Let's get in position," I urged, eager to get my lips
around his tempting morsel. We swiveled around and his
hard prick was staring at me. I inhaled his delicious
masculine aroma, the musky odor of wet helmet and
foreskin.
"Your balls are already tight against your body," he
said. I felt his finger trace a line from my sac up
the underside of my prick, then probing into the deep
vee-groove under my glans. I licked at the clear drop
parting the lips of his slit, enjoying the salty
taste. It was slippery on my tongue, and I said:
"Yours tastes nice and salty. I like the way your
prick smells, too." Byron licked at the front of my
glans, and I felt his tongue-tip probing my meatus.
"Yours too. I really liked the way it smelled when I
skinned you back in the shower." Now his tongue ran up
my glans and around my swollen corona, caressing the
compound curves and sending thrills down my shaft.
"That feels nice," I replied as I ran my tongue over
the glassy smooth head, lapping at very curve, every
contour. I pulled the foreskin down over his tip, then
inserted my tongue under it, stretching the nerve
endings and making him gasp at the sudden sensation.
His prick throbbed against my tongue.
"Wow! That feels soooo goood," he exclaimed, pulling
my hood down over the head and slipping his tongue
inside. He tickled my meatus, then probed deeper to
reach the swollen ridge. His tongue traveled around my
rim, down one side to reach the deep triangular groove
under the head.
"You hit my hot spot," I said. His tongue went back
around my ridge, then down the other side, ending up
in my hot spot again. A tickle in my cock-root told me
that another drop of fluid was coursing its way up my
tube. I cupped his balls and felt them tighten under
my fingers. I pressed a finger hard into his urethra
behind his balls and felt him jerk in response. His
lips pushed my hood back as they engulfed the head
completely, locking behind my flaring crown. I pushed
back his foreskin with my lips, tasting his delicious
secretions as I worked them back to the ridge. Byron
broke contact with my prick and said:
"Which one of us goes first?" I was slightly surprised
that he seemed to have the same viewpoint as I did.
"Doesn't matter," I replied, "as long as we can each
make the other come and enjoy doing it."
"I want to make you come, and feel your prick
throbbing against my tongue, and hear you groaning. I
don't want to be coming at the same time, because I
want my head clear so that I can concentrate on doing
you."
"Then I can do the same for you," I continued,
"without the distraction of my own orgasm. I can enjoy
yours vicariously when you spurt inside my mouth." My
head was on his heavy thigh as I said this, and I felt
his warm skin against my cheek.
"Okay. I'll make you come first." Byron wrapped his
lips around my glans and sucked hard, drawing the
swollen head into his mouth. I licked at his shapely
tip, going slowly and delicately to keep him hard but
not to make him come. I felt him withdraw his lips,
pushing my foreskin up to follow them. Then he pushed
my hood back down the head with his lips, pulling on
my shaft skin with his hand. His fist tightened around
the base of my shaft, compressing the veins and
creating a pressure in my prick and glans. He stopped
for a moment.
"I can feel the head swelling," he said. "It's hot and
hard. You're almost there." He resumed, and his lips
sent hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my
glans and down my shaft. I felt the heavy tingle begin
in my head, and knew that I'd soon be spurting into
his mouth. I just licked at the end of his swollen
tip, maintaining him as he drove me to the brink.
I tried to relax my muscles, but Byron swept me along
with his sucking, lapping at my ridge, running my
foreskin in long smooth strokes over the head to
follow his lips, lighting my fire. I felt my helmet
aching for release, an urge to come, and I knew that
the next seconds would draw me into the hot fire of
orgasm. His fist was clamped tightly around my shaft,
his lips and tongue flicking over my swollen glans,
and suddenly I felt a hot tingle in the head.
My eyes closed as I cried out in ecstasy, the heavy
pounding of orgasm beginning in my crotch. A torrent
of hot lava poured into my tube, rushing to the end,
burning as it went. My glans exploded in Byrons' mouth
as he sucked at it avidly, and my hips bucked, driving
my prick to the back of his throat. I cried out again,
helplessly, as I tumbled in the free-fall of orgasm,
the shocks numbing my mind. My total attention was in
my throbbing cock. Byron gripped my cock tightly,
sucking the sperm from it, until he'd totally drained
me, and my throbs began to fade. I lay dazed, stunned
by the shock, and felt Byron licking the drops from my
tip, running his tongue around it contours to clean it
completely. He milked my urethra with a fingertip,
driving the residue up my tube and licking it as it
oozed from my slit. I felt him sliding my hood forward
over the head, and I opened my eyes.
"That was wonderful," I whispered dreamily as I saw
him lean over to kiss me tenderly on the lips. His
lips were soft against mine, and I gripped him and
kissed him back passionately. %
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I sprang up, remembering that he needed release as
well, and I was glad that the orgasm had energized me
instead of sedating me. I pushed him flat on the bed
and got into a "69" position again. Avidly, I clamped
my fist around his cock and cupped his balls with my
other hand. My lips brushed the glassy-smooth head,
then engulfed it, pushing his foreskin back beyond the
ridge. It snapped into the groove behind the head as
my lips locked around his swollen glans, tasting the
delicious man-smell that never goes away no matter how
much you rinse the prick.
I was on top of him, my softening penis dangling
towards his face, and I felt his hot body against mine
as I worked on stimulating his penis. Watching and
feeling me come had primed him, and he was ready for
the peak of sensation. I pulled back slightly, pushing
his foreskin up to follow my lips, then pushed his
thick hood back all the way again, twisting my head on
his swollen glans, tasting the ooze of lubricant that
seeped from the lips of his slit.
"I know you're ready," I said. His scrotum was tight,
and I felt his glans swell in my mouth, losing its
sponginess and becoming harder as his excitement
mounted. My tongue worked around his swollen head, and
then I sucked hard, drawing his prick deep into my
mouth. Byron had begun moaning, and I felt the tension
build in his muscles as my body pressed down against
his.
I felt a hard throb in his prick, and heard his sudden
cry fill the room as his orgasm began. A hot thick
gush erupted from his helmet and filled my mouth as I
felt his hips buck, driving his throbbing prick deep
into my throat. His cries of blissful agony
accompanied the shuddering of his body as the orgasm
overpowered him. Byron was helpless under me, and I
sucked hard to give him hot thrills in his prick. His
hips bucked again, his body straining against mine, as
he poured his life-juice down my throat. I swallowed
hard as Byron's cock throbbed in my mouth, and
realized that I could feel every pulse in his urethra
as my fingers were wrapped around his hard staff.
I enjoyed the feeling of his throbbing erection
pulsing, releasing gushes of fluid, as I stove to
swallow his semen. I drained him, feeling his throbs
weaken, until he was utterly still under me. I pulled
back, running my tongue around his glans, licking off
the salty viscous fluid, until his tip was almost dry.
I milked his penis, pressing a finger hard into his
tube under the shaft, pushing the last drops of juice
towards his tip, where I licked them away. Now I
pulled his thick foreskin forward to protect the
precious head, to keep it moist and sensitive, and I
scuttled around to see him lying torpid.
He opened his eyes, smiling, and I knew he was
recovering from the mind-numbing shock of orgasm
slowly. I leaned down to kiss his forehead, then his
cheeks, the tip of his nose, and his chin. Then I
kissed him fully on the lips, feeling his mustache
brush against my skin.
We lay on our sides, facing each other, hugging
tenderly. I felt our cocks pressed between our bodies.
His hand snaked between us and clasped my limp penis.
"I just love to hold your prick, even soft," he said.
I reached down and clasped his tenderly, moving the
supple skin, feeling the head inside. We lay this way
for many minutes, until he said:
"I've got to get up and pee." We broke apart, and I
noticed that we were hot and sweaty.
"We might as well take a shower too," I said. We got
into the shower, and I asked:
"Ever pinch the end of your foreskin when you pee in
the shower?"
"Yeah, when I have to go in the shower. It's fun." You
turned on the water, and we felt the hot spray on our
bodies, rinsing away the sweat. The hot water
stimulated my urge to pee.
"I've got to pee too. Shall we hold each other's while
we pee?" He smiled and reached for mine.
"Okay, you go first," he said. I relaxed my sphincter
and felt the hot gush coming down my tube, emerging to
fill my foreskin and make it balloon. We watched my
hood expand until the end was bulging twice the
diameter of my glans, then he let go. The yellow
stream gushed from my hood and poured down the drain.
When the last dribble was finished, he retracted my
hood lovingly and rinsed off the tender tip.
"Now you," I said as I reached for his penis, pinching
the end of the hood. I could see his body and face
relaxing as he concentrated on releasing his
sphincter. I saw the end of his foreskin expand as it
filled, and when I thought it might be uncomfortable,
I released it, and we watched his yellow gush flow
down towards the drain. Now I retracted his skin and
let the hot spray rinse the sensitive head.
We soaped up lightly, caressing the suds over each
other's bodies, then rinsed off completely. We dried
each other off and went back to the bed, where we lay
down for a deep and dreamless sleep.
Nest morning Byron suggested we go for a swim. I liked
the idea, as it promised to be another hot and muggy
day. However, we didn't know of any beaches where we
might go skinny-dipping.
"Let me make a call," I said. I picked up the phone
and dialed an old friend.
"All set," I said. "Let's get dressed and get on the
road." We took my car, and were soon at the main gate
of Naval Air Station Pensacola, where an admiral stood
alongside the gate guard waiting for us. I made the
introductions:
"Stan, Byron. Byron, Stan." Stan was about 6', trim,
and in his mid-50s. We all shook hands and Stan told
us to follow his jeep. He led us several miles to a
strip of deserted beach.
"This is where the SEALs train for amphibious work,
but this week it's going to be deserted. You can swim
all you like here, and nobody'll bother you. Just take
your clothes off and dive in."
"How do you know him?" asked Byron.
"We served in the same squadron aboard a carrier many
years ago," I replied.
"You were a naval aviator?
"With my eyes? No way! I was one of the administrative
paper-pushers who provided support for Stan and the
others who flew the planes," I replied. "I was a
lieutenant commander, an adjutant, and he was a
lieutenant back then. I helped him out a few times."
We'd slipped out of our clothes as we'd spoken, and I
now looked at his solid, tanned body, noting that he
didn't have any light areas around his groin. It was
clear that he had done a lot of nude sunbathing.
"He must think a lot of you to help out this way,"
Byron said. "Think we'll really have the beach to
ourselves?"
"He's the base commander, and he's an admiral. Bet on
it."
"How did you get to know him? Personally, I mean?"
"We were the only uncut guys in the squadron," I
replied. "Apart from Commander Lou Marino, the
squadron commander. One thing about Stan, he has a
long floppy foreskin with a tremendous overhang. He
didn't get cut because his father wouldn't let the
doctor do it when he was born, but later he got a lot
of flak over that long skin. In school, the nurse
tried to get his parents to have him clipped when she
saw that tremendous foreskin. In the navy, all the
other pilots were cut, and the atmosphere at the time
was absolute conformity. They ragged him in the
shower, but Marino and I put a stop to that."
"Lucky him," you muttered.
"Yeah, he was lucky. More ways than one. He's got
enough skin to dock even a big tip like mine. We did
it a couple of times when on leave. We rented a motel
room and had at it. We had to keep it under cover back
then."
"Still, he made admiral."
"Yeah, he did, because he was good at camouflage. If
you had a wife, a house, two kids, and a dog, you were
okay in the navy. He was married back then. So was I."
"Guess you had to be really careful."
"We were. Bet on it."
"He must have docked other guys, too, I guess,
especially cut guys."
"Oh, yeah. Especially cut guys who had never felt what
it was like to have skin over their heads. He got a
lot out of it too. Once, he was docking a guy with a
big tip like mine, and the guy unloaded just before
Stan did. Their holes were lined up right at that
moment, and the guy's hot jet shot right down his
tube. This triggered his own orgasm, and he had one of
the most beautiful orgasms he remembers."
We ran into the water, already hot although it was
only nine in the morning, and enjoyed ourselves. At
one point, Byron and I were treading water, and I
reached down and grasped his flopping prick. I
squeezed he head through the thick skin, and felt his
cock jerk in response.
I slipped my index finger under Byron's supple hood,
working it around the head. I bite my fingernails, so
Byron didn't have to worry about getting scratched. I
probed for his flaring rim, and ran my fingertip all
around the tender ridge down to the vee-groove under
the head, massaging the gee-string it contained. I
felt him getting hard, the glans swelling under my
fingertip and the foreskin tightening around my
probing digit. Now I worked up to the top and down the
other side as Byron sighed in delight.
"Let's get to shore to finish this," he said, an
urgent tone in his voice. Byron was hot for me, as I
was for him. He grasped my prick as we stroked our way
to shore, using only kicking strokes of our legs.
Ashore, we went behind a sand dune, where we lay down
facing each other. I slipped my finger under his hood
and he did the same to me. His fingernails were cut
short, so I had no worries either.
Now we were fully hard, our pricks filling the gap
between us, and I skinned him back slightly and moved
to touch my tip to his. He removed his finger and
enjoyed the hot contact that sent a thrill through our
bodies.
"Got enough skin to dock me?" he asked as he pulled
his foreskin back behind his flaring corona. I pressed
my hot hard glans against his and began stretching my
hood forward to envelop his straining glans. Byron
moaned loudly as his engorged tip slipped into my
hood, and I clamped the end of my foreskin behind his
ridge. I saw his eyes close as he began thrusting his
prick deeper into my foreskin. The head rode over the
top of mine and I saw the outline clearly through the
tightly stretched skin.
"I'm gonna cum," he groaned as the sensations flooded
through his body. I felt his tip engorge and lose its
spongy feel as he neared the final moment. He thrust
again, stretching my hood to its limit, and I felt his
hot hard glans throb powerfully against mine as his
cock pulsed in my encircling fingers.
A hot torrent of semen poured into my hood, bathing my
engorged helmet in its heat, and I heard him cry out
helplessly as the hot shocks of orgasm filled his
body. His tip throbbed again, shooting another gush of
hot fluid to bathe my glans, and my eyes closed as my
body responded.
I felt the heavy pounding in my cock-root as the gush
of hot lava filled my urethra and rushed toward the
end. I felt his body writhe against mine as the fury
gripped us and we went tumbling into the free-fall of
orgasm together. My foreskin was tightly stretched,
filled with his hot, throbbing glans and our juices
mixing as we erupted again and again.
We lay there dazed after we'd exhausted ourselves,
having drained our tanks dry. White cream seeped from
under the edge of my hood and ran down into the sand.
We finally broke apart as our pricks softened, and
scuttled around to a "69" position to lick each other
clean.
"Too sensitive?" I asked as my tongue flicked out to
lick his glans.
"Almost, but go ahead," he replied in an agonized tone
as my lips engulfed his softening tip. I sucked hard,
drawing the last drops from his urethra as I milked
his shaft. His lips pushed my hood back off the head
and locked behind my high ridge as he suctioned my
penis, running a finger up the underside to extrude
every drop. I felt his lips drawing back down the
taper of my glans as he licked the meatus. I licked
around his ridge, then over the broad upper surface of
the head, then finally lapped up the residue seeping
from the end. Pulling his foreskin towards me to
shroud the precious head, I looked down to see Byron's
tongue lapping at my slit.
He pulled my hood forward to encase my softening head,
then moved around to kiss me tenderly on the lips. I
felt the roughness of his mustache, contrasting with
the softness of his lips, as he kissed me tenderly.
This was what I loved most about him, the tenderness
with which he treated me after his biological storm. I
slipped my tongue between his lips and tasted the
residue of the juice he'd licked from my penis.
A delicious languor crept over us as we hugged, and we
fell asleep in the warm sun. We dozed for only a few
minutes, because I was concerned over sunburn, and
soon we got up and decided what to do next.
"I've been in Pensacola several times," he said.
"There's a nice bath house we can go to." We got
dressed and drove to where he directed me, and we
registered to go inside, noting that the place was
almost deserted this early in the day. In the locker
room, we stripped again and went into the large
communal shower room. It was a single open room with
showerheads around the periphery, and no stalls to
obstruct the view.
We began soaping each other, drawing liquid soap from
wall-mounted dispensers, and slowly and lovingly
caressed each other's bodies. I ran my hands down his
back cupping his cheeks, then moved around to his
front, where I stripped back his foreskin to give his
penis a thorough rinse. He was doing the same to mine
when another man walked in, stopping momentarily as he
took in the scene before stepping under a showerhead.
We turned our heads just as he said:
"I don't see many like that these days." We looked at
him, and he continued:
"Foreskins," I mean. "Most guys are cut, like me." We
looked at his crotch and saw that his prick had a big
naked helmet at the end.
"Well, come closer if you want a look," I urged. He
stepped closer to us, and as he stood under the
adjacent shower, I continued:
"You can touch if you want to."
"My name's Jimmy," he said by way of introduction. We
gave him our names and he grasped our pricks, one in
each hand, exploring the movements of the supple hoods
as he gently slid them back and forth.
"Wish I had one of those," he said as he continued to
stroke our hardening cocks. He was in his mid-50s,
with a swimmer's build, and not much body hair. Byron
reached out to hug Jimmy to us and said:
"You're welcome to join us in our motel. There's only
so much we can do here." Jimmy agreed, and we rinsed
the soap from our bodies in the hot water. I saw that
the hot stream had made Jimmy's tip swell and a yellow
stream dropped from the tip down the drain. Byron and
I relaxed our sphincters and let our streams join
Jimmy's. I pinched the end of Byron's hood and made
his foreskin swell.
"This is one thing you can do with a foreskin," I
said, as Byron pinched the end of my hood.
"That must be nice. I really envy you guys," responded
Jimmy.
We dried ourselves and got dressed back in the locker
room, and Jimmy agreed to follow our car back to the
motel. Inside, we quickly stripped down and stood
facing each other. I saw that Jimmy's prick had a nice
purple bud at the end, and a thick brown scar ring
about half an inch behind the ridge. His flaring
corona stood out sharply from the shaft, and it seemed
larger than even mine because the tight circumcision
had excavated the skin out from the groove behind it.
Byron ran his fingertip around it, and we watched as
Jimmy's glans swelled with the attention.
Byron lifted Jimmy's penis so that the end pointed at
our faces and remarked:
"Hey look, Jack, he's got a teardrop shaped slit just
like yours." I saw that the big blunt dome had a
teardrop shaped orifice parting the end, and that its
color vignetted from pink around the meatus to deep
purple at the ridge. Byron skinned my hardening penis
back to show Jimmy.
"Nice head on yours, too," Jimmy remarked. I skinned
back the hood of Byron's penis to put the goods on
display, and Jimmy's eyes fixed on the shapely head
I'd revealed. He lowered his head to get closer to
Byrons' cock, inhaled deeply, and said:
"Man, do I love the smell of uncut cock!" Then he
moved to mine, sniffing at my naked head, wet and
glistening. "Yours smells as beautiful as it looks. I
love that sexy clean man-odor. No mater how much you
wash it, the odor never quite goes away."
Jimmy wrapped his fingers gently around the thick
fleshy collar behind my ridge, urging it forward over
the high bump of my corona. My foreskin slipped down
the tapering glans and Jimmy grasped the thick pucker
at its end and slipped his tongue inside, tickling my
meatus. He raised his head.
"That's nice, the way it covers the head even when
you're hard," he said to me. "Do you have enough for
docking?"
"Hell, yes!" Byron exclaimed. "You should have seen
the way he docked me only an hour ago!" Jimmy's eyes
lit up at this and he gazed into my eyes. I saw that
Jimmy's eyes were deep blue, and as I studied his face
further saw that he was clean-shaven like me, with a
pointed jaw and full, ripe lips. His fingers kept
playing with my hood.
"You can do anything you want with it," I said softly
as I moved to lie down on the bed. Byron and Jimmy
joined me, lying on either side, as Jimmy began
stroking my foreskin back and forth of the
fully-swollen glans. He stretched it out, grasping the
thick pucker and drawing it forward beyond the end of
the head. As the skin thinned under the tension, the
outline of my flaring ridge became more prominent.
I kept squeezing Jimmy's swollen head, making his cock
jerk in reflex, and worked Byron's foreskin with my
other hand. Byrons' tip was very slippery with the
copious lube he was secreting, and I saw that Jimmy's
teardrop was overflowing with juice, which ran onto my
fingers. His shaft skin has tightened with the
erection, the few wrinkles disappearing.
"I think you're ready," I said to Jimmy, and turned on
my side to face him. Jimmy pushed my hood back
slightly to reveal the big blunt dome, then pressed
his against mine. I drew my hood forward to engulf his
engorged cock-head, and clamped it behind his ridge,
just short of the brown scar ring. I turned to Byron:
"What do you want to do while we're docking?"
"I can slip mine between your thighs," he replied.
"Better use a condom to avoid hair burns," I said.
Byron went to pull a condom from his bag, and when he
returned Jimmy said:
"Let me do that for you." He grasped Byron's engorged
prick and deftly skinned it back, locking the thick
fleshy hood behind the swollen ridge. Then he unrolled
the condom part-way over the head, pausing to squeeze
the air bubble from the end, and resumed rolling it
down to the base of the shaft.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was gently thrusting his penis into
my foreskin, and his glans rode over the top of mine
as Byron's had before. The outline of his helmet,
especially the flaring ridge, was clearly defined
through my tightly stretched hood. Byron slipped
behind me and I lifted my leg to allow him to lodge
his prick solidly between my thighs. I lowered my leg
and felt him begin moving, the head bumping lightly
into my balls with each thrust.
"I know my tip's not as sensitive as yours, Jack, but
I feel I'm gonna come any second because I'm so worked
up," Jimmy said. I knew that having his normally
denuded glans covered with a warm living foreskin was
supremely exciting for him, and I anticipated the rush
of his orgasm.
"Put your fingers between my legs," I urged. "Just so
you can feel Byron's tip when it moves forward. Then,
when you unload, press your fingers hard into the
underside of his head. Maybe that way we can all come
together."
I felt like the middle half of a sandwich, trapped
between two naked and thrusting bodies, as both men
moved toward their release points. My tip was getting
a tickling feeling as Jimmy's glans slid over it, and
I knew that, whenever Jimmy came, I'd be right behind
him.
Now I felt Jimmy's glans swell even more and harden
against mine, losing its normal sponginess as it
swelled to the final stage. Jimmy's face was drawn,
his breathing gasping, and his eyes fluttering closed
as he withdrew into himself in anticipation of the
explosive release. Byron was hot too, turned on by our
bodies, and the intimate contact between my thighs. I
felt him thrusting harder, urgently seeking his joy.
Jimmy's cock-head throbbed hard against mine, and I
heard him cry out "HAH-HAH-HAH!" as the first shock of
orgasm overwhelmed him. The hot torrent gushed from
his tip, bathing my helmet in its warmth, and as it
flowed around my swollen ridge, the mind-numbing
sensations began deep in my cock-root. My eyes closed
and I cried out helplessly as my prick exploded,
mixing my juice with his. Dimly, I was aware that
Byrons' thrusts had increased to a heavy pounding as
his prick throbbed between my thighs.
Our cries of blissful agony filled the room as our
bodies strained against each other and our cocks
throbbed in release. My mind was numb because of the
overpowering sensations, and I drifted with the tide
of my orgasm, totally helpless and blending with the
two men who bracketed my writhing body.
Byrons' hot breath on my neck was the first sensation
I identified as my pulses weakened, and I noticed that
Jimmy's cries had also subsided. Our cocks were still
throbbing, but weakly, and I felt the viscous,
slippery fluid coating my fingers as it oozed from the
end of my stretched foreskin. Now Byron was very
still, his arms tightly around me, and I saw Jimmy
open his eyes.
The mind-numbing shocks of our orgasms had left us
dazed, and we lay for several minutes before we roused
ourselves. Byron was first, withdrawing his soft cock
from between my thighs and moving to kiss me tenderly
on the cheek. Jimmy had closed his eyes again, and was
semi-conscious in his afterglow.
"Nice, Byron, nice," I whispered. "How was it for
you?" I asked Jimmy.
"I don't know how to describe it," he whispered back
at me. "Feeling my cock inside your skin^Å^Å^Å^Å.." his
voice trailed off. Our pricks were now disengaged, his
glans having slipped out of my foreskin after I'd
released my grip. Our juices drooled onto the sheet
between us. Byron slipped between our bodies and he
began sucking on the shrunken end of Jimmy's cock to
clean the remaining semen mixture.
Jimmy stirred, and moved so that his face was close to
my prick. Now he skinned it all the way back, watching
the thick creamy residue fall onto the sheet as the
skin lodged behind my rim.
"Love the smell of our juices, and the smell of that
beautiful uncut cock," he said as his tongue flicked
out to begin lapping the coating from my softening
tip. I sighed as his tongue ran all around my rim and
through the deep groove behind it. He held the skin
tightly back to get full access to the tender tissue,
then ran his tongue down to the deep vee-groove under
my had, removing the accumulation of our ejaculations.
He squeezed my shaft hard, milking the last few drops
to ooze from my slit, and licked off each as it
appeared. Finally, he pulled the thick hood forward to
re-cover the head.
Jimmy now shifted to Byron's prick, pulling the condom
off in one quick movement, and took the entire length
into his mouth, sucking avidly. His head moved back
and forth as his Adam's Apple bobbed, swallowing the
juice. He lifted his head.
"Man, this one has both the cream and the lube. That
tastes really nice, and smells wonderful." He resumed
the process, milking Byron's shaft and watching as the
last drops parted the lips of the slit. He lapped at
the meatus, drinking in the oozing fluid, and then
pushed Byron's foreskin down over the tender glans.
We cuddled together on the bed, enjoying the shared
warmth and intimacy, until the afterglow relaxed us
and sent us to sleep.
We were awakened by a knock on the door. It was Stan,
and now that he was off-duty he was in a golf shirt,
shorts, and sandals. We introduced Stan to Jimmy as
Stan disrobed, and soon were in the shower together,
squeezed tightly in a round of mutual exploration.
Stan's body was thin, without the middle-aged
thickening you'd normally expect in a man of 56. His
thin face matched his body, with narrow forehead, thin
nose, thin lips, and a pointed chin. However, his
smile was warm and genuine, not austere.
What riveted the attention of both Byron and Jimmy was
Stan's prick, encased in a tremendous foreskin. The
core appeared to be about three inches long, but the
baggy nipple beyond it was about an inch and a half.
Byron looked at me for a moment, and I knew he
understood how Stan was able to dock his partners so
easily. Jimmy was equally fascinated, and he began
pulling gently on Stan's long nippled foreskin,
stretching it out in a narrow funnel. We watched
Stan's penis swell under this attention, and soon it
was at full six-inch hardness, slightly thinner than
average and with a short head that showed its outline
through the skin.
It took Jimmy both hands to skin back Stan's long
hood, and when he had it back it bunched in a thick,
fleshy collar behind the rim of Stan's red glans. The
head was short, expanding quickly to a wide rim that
did not flare. It was an obvious mushroom shape, with
a long slit parting the front dome. As the torrent of
water ran down over them both, Jimmy put his nose up
close to the glans, inhaling the aroma, then his
tongue flicked out to lap the drop of clear fluid that
had parted the lips of the slit.
Byron and I soaped each other languidly, enjoying the
scene of Jimmy and Stan becoming acquainted. I skinned
back Byron's cock and rinsed the precious head, and he
did the same for me. Naturally, our cocks began
swelling, and before we finally turned off the water
we were fully hard. Stan and Jimmy had soaped and
rinsed each other, Jimmy paying special attention to
Stan's very special cock.
As we arranged ourselves on the bed, Jimmy said:
"Man, if I could choose, I'd wish for a foreskin like
Stan's. Not that there's anything wrong with yours,"
he said, looking at me and Byron, "but I've wanted a
foreskin for so long that now I'd want the biggest and
longest I've seen."
"Well, after you've said that, Jimmy, I have to dock
you," said Stan as he lay down facing Jimmy. "Here,
slip that beautiful helmet in here." Stan had grasped
the edges of his foreskin and opened the orifice wide.
Stan wasn't fully hard yet, but Jimmy was, and he
eagerly lay facing Stan and thrust his penis far into
Stan's gaping hood.
Byron and I watched as Stan slipped his long hood down
Jimmy's erection, drawing it past the rim, past the
circumcision scar, until it was halfway down to the
base. His fist clasped the hood, moving it on Jimmy's
tight shaft and glans.
"God, that feels good, our cocks are head to head!"
Jimmy said, blissfully, his head thrown back. I knew
that both Jimmy and Stan secreted lots of lubricant,
so that would not be a problem. We watched as Jimmy
thrust his prick deeper into Stan's fist and foreskin,
his helmet riding over Stan's mushroom, its outline
clearly visible through Stan's stretched-out foreskin.
I felt Byron's hand clasp my prick, and I clasped his,
enjoying the quiet contact as we watched the action on
the bed. We were sitting together behind Stan's
outstretched body, and on that king-size there was
enough room for us to have some action on our own
without disturbing Stan and Jimmy. For the moment,
though, we were content to watch them enjoying their
first sex together.
I got up as a thought struck me, patting Byron on the
shoulder as I went into the bathroom for towels.
Returning, I leaned over to spread a towel between
Stan and Jimmy, right under their joined cocks.
Jimmy's hips were bucking now, and his face was red
with the effort. I knew that feeling his hitherto
naked glans encased in Stan's tremendous foreskin was
supremely arousing for him, and that he wouldn't be
able to delay his orgasm for long. I also knew that
Stan, in turn, would begin shooting as soon as he felt
Jimmy's first hot jet on his glans.
"Won't be long now," Byron whispered as I sat next to
him again, reaching for his hot prick. The scene
before us was very arousing, and we craved the touch
of each other's hands on our cocks, even though we
knew we wouldn't be having our orgasms soon. I put my
other arm around his shoulders, and he put his other
arm around my waist. There was no need to slide our
foreskins to remain hard: the view was enough.
Now Jimmy's breathing became intense and ragged, and
his thrusts harder. Stan was reacting as well, his
face drawn and tense, fist tight around his enveloping
foreskin and ready to contain Jimmy's explosive
release. Now we heard Jimmy's voice:
"HAH-HAHHH-HAHHH" Jimmy's body arced and his eyes
closed as he tumbled into orgasm. Now we saw Stan's
eyes close as Jimmy's hot fluid jetting over his
swollen glans triggered his release. Their cries of
agonized joy filled the room as their bodies bucked
and strained against each other. We saw Stan's
foreskin swelling under his fingers, and a trail of
thick white juice ooze from the end, still wrapped
around the middle of Jimmy's shaft.
Byron's fist tightened on my prick, and I knew that he
too was affected by the beautiful scene. Jimmy and
Stan continued to howl in blissful anguish as their
hot jets filled Stan's hood and bathed their tips in
wet, slippery fluid. They were rendered helpless by
the mind-numbing blast of orgasm, and their bodies
were on automatic.
Their cries subsided and their spasms weakened. Stan's
fist loosened, and we saw a heavy gush of sperm flow
onto the towel. Their pricks slowly came apart as
their erections shrank, until Jimmy's helmet slipped
from the end of Stan's long wet foreskin. Their eyes
were still closed because the heavy somnolence of the
afterglow had overtaken them, and they were enjoying
the relaxing moments after release.
Byron turned and kissed me on the lips, making my
prick jerk in response. It was time for us to enjoy
our bodies, and we began working our fists over each
other's dicks. We didn't want or need anything fancy.
We just needed relief.
We paused for a moment to arrange a towel between us
as we lay down facing each other. Then we resumed
action on each other's throbbing hard pricks. We
pumped each other's foreskins rapidly, feeling the
bump as they slid over our congested ridges, then
smoothly downhill to the ends. Then we began
retracting them, stretching the tight sheaths over the
swollen heads until they rode over the coronas and
snapped down into the grooves behind our rims.
Byron's cock was leaking far more lubricant than mine,
and it flowed down over my fingers. I felt his shaft
and glans become harder and swell as I continued
stroking him, and a tingling feeling began in my rim.
"You're getting' close, Jack. I can feel your head
swellin." Byron whispered in my ear as we continued to
stroke each other's pricks.
"Stop doing me," I urged. "I can feel you're close
too, and I want to bring you off first." I felt his
fist relax around my cock, its strokes slowing. I
continued to pump his foreskin, crushing the rim on
each upstroke, and heard his breathing change to loud
gasps as he approached the brink. Suddenly, Byron
cried out:
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as the full force of
the orgasm hit him, and I felt his prick throb between
my trembling, encircling fingers as his first jet shot
from his engorged glans. More jets shot from his prick
as I continued to pump it, and Byron's cries of
helpless agony filled the room. Jimmy and Stan rose to
look, and they saw me hugging Byron as I stroked his
prick right through orgasm. Byron's life fluid now ran
down over my fingers, and I felt his body shudder as I
hugged him close to me.
When Byron's cries had ceased and his penis stopped
throbbing, I began milking the remaining juice from
his urethra. As my finger pressed into his tube, he
opened his eyes and savagely pushed me down on the
bed.
"Hell with that," he said with passion. "I want to
make you come now. I want to see you come right now!"
His fist closed around my hard prick, and I knew I had
to let him do it. My need for release was as intense
as his passion to give it to me. At once the intense
build-up of sensations began in my prick. I felt Byron
shift his grip and begin palming my penis, twisting my
foreskin over the engorged head between his palms. My
penis responded immediately, and I felt myself sliding
rapidly towards the edge.
The twisting action started a hot tingle in my glans,
and my eyes closed with the intensity of the
sensations. My breathing deepened, and I heard myself
begin moaning in the distance. My congested glans
ached for relief and I knew that despite my effort to
relax, Byron was about to force me over the brink.
Things happened quickly then.
A sudden hot spark of sensation shot from my glans
down my shaft, and the heavy pounding of orgasm began
in my cock-root. I cried out helplessly as I
dissolved, feeling the hot, burning jet shoot up my
prick. Byron's palms continued to massage the foreskin
over my throbbing helmet, filling it with sensation,
as I writhed on the bed. I was helpless in his hands,
happy to be so, and happy that he cared enough for me
to want to give me such pleasure. I drifted blissfully
in this twilight state until I realized that my orgasm
had ended long ago, and I opened my eyes to see Byron,
Jimmy, and Stan smiling down at me.
Byron leaned down to kiss my lips tenderly, and the
other caressed my body. I knew I was with friends.

The End