Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2005 10:52:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fascination, Part 1

Fascination, Part 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I felt the first tremors of orgasm deep in my
cock-root. My glans was tingling, my breathing came in
gasps, and I was poised on the brink. Ken's hot cock
was jerking between my fingers, ready to spurt.
Suddenly, my eyes opened and I realized I was home in
bed, having a wet dream, anticipating the hot weekend
with Ken ahead of me. I got up, my erection straining
in front of me, the big swollen helmet head creating a
bulge in my thick foreskin. Suddenly, I felt a sharp
pang deep inside, and the bulge at the end of my
erection became bigger. I felt my glans swimming in
hot liquid, a small drop of which had begun to seep
through the tight nipple of my foreskin. I went into
the bathroom and held my penis over the sink as I
squeezed the bulge, and a teaspoon of clear liquid
gushed into the sink. I caught a drop on my finger and
tasted it. It was lubricant, not semen.
Normally, I seep very little pre-come, but on rare
occasions I secrete quite a lot, sometimes for no
reason. Twice before, without warning, I'd gushed a
lot, in situations that weren't even sexual. This
time, I'd been so aroused by thinking of the day to
come that I'd almost dropped a load, and I was
relieved that I hadn't drained myself.
Completing a wet dream would have been a set-back for
me, as I'd refrained from masturbating the entire
week, wanting to save up a heavy load to shoot while
with Ken.
Now I pulled back on my long tight foreskin, forcing
it back with little effort over the head because it
was so well lubricated. Slowly my erection went down,
and I ran some hot water over the exposed glans,
prompting my penis to release a thick yellow stream.
This relieved the pressure in my bladder, and I began
to get ready for the day ahead.
Half an hour later, I was out of the bathroom and
getting dressed, thinking about having breakfast out
on my way to Ken's house. With a hot buttered roll and
several cups of coffee inside me, I pulled my car into
Ken's driveway, only slightly surprised that a BMW
sedan was already there. Ken sometimes had a visitor,
and several times I'd enjoyed a three-way with Ken and
his guest.
Ken let me in, and introduced me to Bud, his friend
who had just returned from Europe. Bud appeared to be
several years older than Ken and me. We were in our
early 40s. He was about five-six, compared to our six
feet, and on the thin side. His thick blond hair and
blue eyes contrasted with our brown over brown, and he
had a pleasant smile.
"Let's strip down and go into the kitchen for some
coffee while we get acquainted," Ken suggested.
Ken wore only a sport shirt and shorts, and was the
first to be out of his clothes. I looked
appreciatively at his cock, with its long pendulous
foreskin, much like my own. Unlike me, he had "low
hangers" that dropped below the end of his penis. I
was lightly dressed, because of the summer weather,
and soon had clothing and shoes off, very much aware
of Bud's eyes upon me. My balls were tight against my
body, their normal position, and my cock arced forward
over them.
Bud was wearing a sport jacket, slacks, and brogans,
and he was the last to finish undressing. As he
slipped his blue boxers down over his thighs, my eyes
were on his crotch. He had low hangers like Ken's, but
the head of his penis was fully exposed, and I noted
the thick brown scar ring about an inch behind the
rim. Like Ken and myself, he had just average body
hair, but blond.
We sat at Ken's breakfast bar, with no table to
obstruct the view as we exchanged small talk and got
to know each other. Bud had a doctorate in English
literature, and had spent over 10 years teaching at
European universities. He was well-spoken, very
bright, and charming. Ken broke the ice:
"I'm sure Jack noticed the nice helmet head you're
carrying. It's very attractive, but I've told you that
before."
"Thanks for the compliment," replied Bud. "However, I
wish it had a covering, the way yours does. By the
way, the outlines of both your helmets are very
visible, even through Jack's thick foreskin."
"I guess you ran into a lot of foreskins in Europe," I
said. I assumed that he'd had a lot of experiences
there.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Almost nobody in Europe is
circumcised. That seems to be an American custom. I
was one of the victims as a baby, as you can see. I've
always been fascinated by foreskins, and always enjoy
handling one, especially long and attractive ones like
yours and Ken's."
"We were lucky, I guess," Ken said. "Anyway, you
noticed they're not all alike."
"That's another thing. I've always been fascinated by
the penis in general. Circumcised or not, they're all
so different. Yours are pristine, but Jack's foreskin
seems to be tighter than yours. The pucker at the end
of your nipple gapes a little, while his is tight."
"That's true," I replied. "Mine is tight, just the way
I like it, but it goes back."
"I was going to ask you about retraction," Bud said.
"It skins back easily, you said?"
"Sure. You're welcome to try it." Bud reached over and
stabilized my limp penis with his left hand, while the
fingers of his right pushed gently back on my hood.
The nipple slid back, expanding over the big glans,
and my slit came into view.
"Your meatus seems about the same as mine," Bud said.
I lifted his penis and looked at the front of his big
purple helmet, and saw that the slit was about the
same as mine. "Can I push it back farther?" he
continued.
"Go ahead. It's not uncomfortable." Bud's eager
fingers pushed back on my foreskin until the entire
front dome was visible. I gave his helmet a couple of
squeezes.
"Now a little farther," he murmured as he pushed
harder, baring the twin lobes under the head, which
was beginning to swell from his touch.
"You can see what that's doing to me," I pointed out.
Bud's penis was also filling out from the rush of
blood as I continued to squeeze the head. He pushed
back farther, until my thick foreskin snapped into the
groove behind the rim. Suddenly liberated, my glans
swelled rapidly, faster than the shaft, and it was
full-sized before the shaft was rigid.
"You've got a perfect helmet head," he remarked. "I
like the way the corona flares, just like Ken's.
Beautiful purple color, too. I enjoy seeing the
different colors on different men. Some have a purple
glans, others are red. Most turn a darker shade when
orgasm is near. The differences in shape are also
fascinating. We have helmets, and I've seen mushrooms,
bells, strawberries, acorns, and other shapes. Some
are long, like ours, and others are short. The
strawberries have a very attractive taper and they're
almost pointed. Some men have flat coronas, and others
have that beautiful flare, the way we do. Most have
slits at the end, but others have round holes, and yet
others teardrops, and with some the lips gape. These
differences make the glans fascinating." Now we were
both pretty swollen, and I compared his glans to mine:
"Yours is a lot like mine, too. You've got that
flaring ridge, and it's purple just like mine."
"Let's take a closer look at your corona," he said,
pulling my foreskin back slightly to bare the deep
groove behind the head. "You've got those little buds
of sensation all around the rim. I'll bet you're
really sensitive there."
"I am," I replied. "However, my whole head's
sensitive. The front part, particularly."
"Lucky you, with all that foreskin covering your
glans."
"We both have helmets. So does Ken."
"The similarities are fascinating. Look at our
orifices," he said. "Both swell to teardrop shapes
when the glans fills out. That's not too common."
"You're right," I replied. "Ken's slit is longer than
ours, but it stays a slit when he gets hard." Ken had
now gotten up to stand next to us and Bud reached for
his penis, drawing the skin back from the large purple
helmet. He was half-hard, but catching up to us.
"Look at the way Ken's slit gapes when a drop of
lubricant pushes through the lips." He leaned over to
taste the fluid seeping from Ken's slit.
"I know you like the way it tastes," Ken remarked.
"I do," said Bud. "Not all men taste the same. Yours
is salty, but some taste sweet."
"Mine's salty too," I said. "Like yours. Too bad I
don't have as much lube as you two."
"Both of your tips are wet and shiny," Bud said.
"That's from having foreskins to keep them moist.
Mine's dry and leathery in texture, and I'm sure not
as sensitive as yours." The shaft skin on Bud's penis
was drum-tight, the result of having been cut closely.
Your skin's cut tight," I said, "especially around the
neck, and makes your head stand out more."
"Quite right. Yours looks like it has a thick fleshy
collar behind the corona, completely filling the
groove." He let go, leaving my penis standing out
proudly, glossy head pointing at him. "Your corona's
large enough to lock the foreskin behind it. Does it
stay that way all through your erection?"
"Yes, unless you pull it forward again. Try it." Bud
pulled on my foreskin, watching in fascination as it
ran downhill over the head's taper, catching
momentarily on the twin lobes underneath before
closing over the rounded end. Bud let go of Ken's
penis, and his skin stayed retracted too.
"I knew Ken's foreskin stayed back. I've handled his
penis before. That's fascinating too." Now Bud slipped
his little finger into the opening in my foreskin,
probing inside. The fingertip tickled my meatus.
"That feels good," I said. "You certainly know how to
handle a foreskin."
"I should. I've played with a lot of them in Europe.
Foreskins offer a lot to play with. I can stretch it,
twist it, caress the pucker with my finger or tongue,
slip a finger or tongue inside it, stretch it with my
finger or tongue, and a lot more. I learned a lot of
tricks to make a foreskin feel good." Now he pulled
Ken's foreskin forward and slipped his index finger
into the end. Ken sighed.
"Man, you're right, Bud. "Your finger feels good
inside there."
"I know it does, Ken, and notice I used my index
finger because yours is looser than Jack's." Bud's
little finger was now probing deeper, reaching for my
ridge. I kept squeezing his heavy tip, pressing some
of the blood out of it, then pausing to let it fill
again.
"Looks like your prick's enjoying what Jack's doing to
it," Ken said.
"Yes, every time he squeezes he stimulates my
bulbo-cavernal reflex, making the root throb. That's
very arousing. That's really important to me, because
my glans isn't as sensitive as yours." Now I stopped
squeezing, instead holding his shaft with my left hand
and snapping the index finger of my right against his
rim. His penis jerked in my hand.
"Now that's really nice. Jack's sending shock waves
through my glans, stimulating the nerves deep inside.
He really knows what's good for a cut penis." I
shifted my focus, snapping against the underside of
the head, right against the hot spot. Bud's penis
jerked hard again. Ken snapped his finger against the
front of Bud's helmet, adding to his excitement.
"You're both so good," he said. "You're both hitting
the deep-seated nerves inside. That's very arousing."
His fingers probed deeper into our hoods, running
around our rims. Ken and I were at attention now,
fully aroused, and eager for more. Bud now removed
both his fingers, and placed both palms on top and
bottom of my penis at the end, slowly moving his hands
in opposite directions, twisting my foreskin over the
glans and stretching the skin and gee-string. Ken
reached down and began tugging gently at Bud's
scrotum.
"There are so many different techniques of
stimulation," Bud said. "It's really an art. That's
another thing that makes it so fascinating." He
stopped twisting my foreskin and began the same
technique on Ken, who sighed in delight at the fresh
sensations.
"You keep that up, you'll make me come in just a few
seconds. Time to move to the bedroom," he suggested.
"I'll get us a bunch of towels. We'll need them." We
got up and followed Ken, with Bud still holding on to
the end of Ken's droopy foreskin. We sat on the
queen-size mattress facing each other in
a rough triangle, with our erections in full view. We
all had straight shafts, but Ken's erection was a bit
longer than my six inches. Bud's was longer yet,
almost seven, but his shaft was a little thinner than
mine or Ken's. Compared to others I'd seen, my penis
and Ken's were a little thicker than average, about
five inches in circumference. Now Ken spoke:
"Bud and I have played before. He told you that, Jack.
Now we'll try a three-way. He really knows how to
handle uncut cocks."
"I only wish I were uncut. I love everything about
foreskins, the way they look, the way they handle, the
way they keep the head protected. The differences are
fascinating. Some are long, like yours, and others are
short, not even covering the glans in some men. Others
cover only part of the glans when the penis is limp.
The short ones usually retract immediately with
erection and leave the glans bare. Except that there's
no scar, they look circumcised when erect. I wish I
still had my foreskin."
"We'll make it up to you," I reassured him. I'd played
with a lot of guys who'd been cut, and had learned how
to make them feel good.
"I also like to watch the different reactions. Not all
men react the same way to stimulation. Some get very
tense right away, and other seem to relax until the
orgasm hits. Even the orgasm is different with
different men. Some are very vocal, and thrash around
when they come. Others just keep silent and seem to
shiver. Some shoot long jets, while others only seep.
With some men, the streams just seem to bubble out of
the meatus." He grasped our erections again and
stripped our foreskins back very gently.
"That feels good, the slow stretching," I commented.
Bud was expertly stretching the nerve endings in our
foreskins as they distended over the big helmets.
Drops of clear fluid seeped from Ken's long slit as it
came into view.
"There's another difference," he said. "Ken lubricates
a lot. You seem to secrete very little."
"For some reason, mine doesn't seem to be very wet. I
have to put in a couple of drops of Astroglide each
morning after my shower to keep my foreskin lubed." A
thin sheen of artificial lubricant covered my exposed
glans, but Ken's was awash in fluid that dripped down
the underside of his penis.
"Your frenulums are different as well," Bud observed.
"Ken has a thick one, and you, Jack, seem to have
almost none."
"I guess I was born that way. Ken's is nice, though.
When I pulled back hard on his skin, the gee-string
pulls the head down. He says it feels very good when I
do that."
"I've noticed that about Ken's penis," said Bud. "I've
almost made his eyes roll in his head when I've pulled
back on his skin. My frenulum was cut away when I was
circumcised. I'll never know what it feels like to
have one." He punctuated his comment by tugging hard
on Ken's shaft skin, and we watched Ken's glans dip
sharply. Meanwhile, I ran my finger around the ring of
sensitive tissue ahead of his scar, as I knew he'd
enjoy the sensation.
"You know what it feels like to have a hood over the
head," Ken said, replying to Bud's observation. "I've
docked you a couple of times."
"You have, and I've found it fascinating to have my
glans encased in your warm foreskin. The psychic
arousal was as great as the physical sensations.
That's why I had such intense orgasms when you docked
me." He pulled Ken's foreskin towards him, grasped the
edges, and stretched the orifice wide enough to take
his swollen glans.
"I know you enjoyed it, and I really liked feeling you
shoot against my head," Ken replied. "You might want
to try Jack's foreskin, though. It's tight, but
stretches more than mine, and you might enjoy the
feeling even more." This suggestion sounded good to
me, as I always enjoyed feeling a guy's hot hard glans
throbbing against mine as he was in the throes of
orgasm, his jets swirling inside my hood. Meanwhile,
Ken spread a towel between us.
"I love it when we come together while docking," Bud
expanded on his theme. "Feeling our juices mixing
inside your warm hood enhances my orgasm."
"Does for me too," I agreed. Bud turned his attention
to my erection as Ken resumed tugging on his scrotum.
He gripped my foreskin's end with the fingers of both
hands and tugged hard. The opening stretched, and he
pulled harder. It came forward away from my glans, and
he slipped a couple of fingers inside for more
leverage.
"I hope I'm not hurting you," he said tentatively. "I
know your foreskin will stretch as wide as your glans,
and it's not there yet."
"No, feels good. Keep going." Bud gripped the edge
tighter and pulled harder, until the opening gaped
enough to take his big helmet head.
"I knew it would stretch. Your head's is about the
same size as mine, so it should be a good fit. Now
will it stretch forward enough? My helmet's long, like
yours."
"Let's try it and see," I suggested. I lay on my side
and Bud lay face to face with me. He edged closer
until the round front dome of his glans filled the end
of my foreskin.
"So far, so good," he said. "Now let me get a little
deeper." He thrust his hips forward, pushing his tip
farther inside.
"Hold on a minute," Ken said. "I think this will work
better if you're both lubed." He knelt over us,
holding the end of his foreskin over Bud's tip,
letting his copious lubricant dribble onto the swollen
glans. Bud had pulled back slightly to give Ken a
better aiming point, and the pre-come drizzled over
the big purple helmet. I put a finger on Bud's swollen
tip, spreading the slippery wetness all over its
contours.
"I love the contours of your tip," I said. "So much
like mine." I could see that Bud enjoyed the gentle
stimulation.
"You can do that all day long, Jack. It's a turn-on
for me. Once you lubricate my glans, my sensations
improve a thousand percent." I felt his helmet throb
under my fingertip.
Now he thrust his penis forward again, slipping the
nose of his helmet into my widely-stretched orifice. I
pressed against him, relishing the feel of his warm
flesh against my tender tip. I felt my foreskin
stretching farther, almost to his rim.
"Almost there," he said. Ken had gripped my penis
behind the head, pushing the skin forward to give us
more slack. The effort worked, because Bud brought the
rim of my foreskin over his corona to encase the
entire head. Clamping my hood tightly over his helmet,
he began jiggling it. Ken pushed his hand aside and
gripped my foreskin tightly to hold it behind Bud's
rim.
"This'll work better if I hold it. You guys relax and
let me do the work." He began jiggling my foreskin
over Bud's head, his other hand tugging at Bud's
scrotum, stretching it.
"You're getting more action than I am," I told Bud.
"This is in our favor, because my tip's more sensitive
than yours." Ken continued to stroke our pricks,
arousing us further.
"I know I'll love to feel you ejaculate against my
glans," Bud replied. "Feeling your hot semen will
heighten the sensations for me." I took a deep breath
and replied:
"Me, too. It'll feel really hot for me when you fill
my foreskin with your fluid." Bud's tip twitched
against mine as he spoke:
"One guy in Europe told me about what happened when he
docked. At the moment his partner came, their slits
were pressed together, and the first hot stream shot
right down his urethra. This was the first time it had
happened to him, and it triggered his orgasm. It was
the most intense climax he'd ever experienced."
"That never happened to me," I said. "Wish it had,
though."
"Me neither," Ken added. "I know I'd come right away
if a guy shot his hot cream down my tube." The
discussion was making us more excited, and I saw the
signs. Bud's balls were now tight against his body,
and Ken wasn't able to stretch the skin as much as
before. Ken's balls were also tight, and the end of
his foreskin was dripping cock-honey onto the towel
underneath. I reached back and pumped his foreskin
lightly, jiggling it the way he was jiggling mine.
Bud, not wanting to be left out of the action, reached
between us and cupped my balls, and I felt his
fingertips press into the tender flesh behind them.
"Touching you makes me more aroused," he explained. "I
can feel how tight your scrotum is, and I know it
became tighter since we began. I'm also going to be
able to feel the root of your penis throb."
"I can feel your head's getting harder, pressing
against mine," I contributed. "Does your also get
darker?"
"Yes it does. Too bad we can't see it. How about
yours?"
"Mine does too," I replied. "I wish we could see it."
Bud's breathing was faster now, testimony to his
mounting excitement. I realized that mine had also
picked up. Bud wrapped his free arm around me, hugging
my chest to his.
"I can feel your heart beating against my chest," he
said. "We're getting close."
"I can feel you both getting close," Ken added. "I can
feel your tips through Jack's skin, and they've
swollen. You can even see how the ridges are bigger."
Bud's round dome slid smoothly against mine as Ken
stroked us, and I knew he was seeping enough lubricant
to allow my hood to slide easily. I felt a throb deep
inside, and a moment later felt a drop of lube begin
to crawl up my urethra. Bud spoke:
"I felt your root throb and your glans also throbbed
against mine. Are you secreting?"
"Feels like it. I know you are. It's really slippery
in there." As I spoke, my cock-root throbbed again,
but harder. Although I'd been concentrating on
relaxing, I felt myself tighten inside. I also felt a
tickle begin in my tip where it rubbed against Bud's
hard dome.
"You'll be coming any second," Bud assured me. "It's
going to be nice, feeling your glans throbbing hard
against mine." He gave my scrotum a slight squeeze as
he spoke, and suddenly the end of my tip began
tingling, a hot feeling that rushed down my shaft all
the way to the root. Now my eyes were closing.
"I think..." I said, and my voice trailed off as a
sudden hard shock pounded through my cock-root and the
first hot jet poured into my urethra and rushed toward
the end. My entire body stiffened and I moaned loudly,
caught up in the blissful agony of orgasm.
"AAAAHHHH!" I heard Bud cry loudly as the burning
stream gushed from my tip. My cock-root was pounding
hard now, releasing another torrent of cream, and I
felt Bud's body straining against mine as he tumbled
over the edge into the free-fall of his climax. We
were tight against each other, feeling each other's
spasms in our chests as well as in our tips pressed
against each other. Bud's copious stream gushed into
my foreskin, splashing against my glans and swirling
around inside my hood, mixing with my cream.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" he cried out again, almost drowning
out my loud moans, as his body shook and his engorged
tip shot another stream against mine. I blasted off
again, and felt the pressure in my foreskin as it
distended with hot fluid. Bud's throbbing tip pounded
against mine, adding to my excitement. Ken's fingers
continued stroking my hood, adding to our pleasure.
Bud and I shot again, exactly together, and we both
screamed with the intensity of the sensations.
"You guys are beautiful," Ken said in the distance as
I felt his fingers release my foreskin. "Your hood's
full, Jack, and you're really creaming." I felt my
foreskin deflate as our fluids ran out the end, but
Bud's hot hard tip was still throbbing against mine,
although his next discharge was milder. So was mine,
and I knew we were near the end.
Ken let go completely, our cocks still twitched with
their last spasms, and I felt the seepage continue in
my tube. When it almost stopped, I opened my eyes and
looked down to see that Bud's purple helmet had
slipped out of my hood and was oozing the residue onto
the towel beneath us.
I saw Bud open his eyes as he gave me a final hug and
then moved back. I quickly kissed him lightly on the
lips, and was surprised when he hugged me to him hard.
"Jack, your first blast went a little into my urethra.
I think our meatuses were in perfect apposition just
for an instant, then slipped apart. Anyway, feeling
that hot jet penetrating me pushed me over the edge.
Did any of mine shoot into you?"
"No, I don't think so, but anyway I was so out of it I
can't be sure. You really pumped a lot of cream into
my foreskin, I know that."
"Your foreskin was so ballooned I thought it might
split," Ken said. "I had to let go so that some of it
would get out."
"I wish I could have seen that, too, but my eyes were
closed," Bud said. His voice was soft, as we were both
subdued and sedated with the after-shock of our shared
climaxes. The experience had been intense for us both,
and I was still so disoriented that I couldn't
remember when I'd let go of Ken's cock. After a minute
or so, I was able to speak again:
"Ken's prick needs relief," I said to Bud. "Now you
can watch as his head swells and turns darker, and
maybe even see his foreskin swell if we keep it over
the head when he shoots." I turned over as Ken lay
down, and I spread the towel over his stomach. Bud sat
on his haunches next to me as we began stimulating Ken
together. I tugged on Ken's tight scrotum, giving Bud
the honor of working on his penis.
Both our erections had totally subsided, and my
foreskin was back over the big head, forming a nipple
beyond the tip. Bud's penis sagged down over his
scrotum, which was already dropping. Mine remained
tight, its normal condition.
"Ken's penis is so beautiful," Bud said as he grasped
it and held it pointing toward the ceiling. The hood
still covered the head, and Bud began slipping it
back, slowly and lovingly. We both watched as the big
purple helmet emerged from the sliding hood.
"Ken's really lubing," I pointed out as Bud uncovered
the swollen glans almost to the rim. "How are you
going to do him?"
"I want to see the big tip shoot. Seeing it in its
naked glory really gives me a thrill. I'll just keep
his foreskin back, and finger the head." Bud
stabilized Ken's straining erection with his left hand
as he began caressing the big head with his other
hand. Ken gasped at the first touch, and we saw the
tension fill his body. Bud slipped the skin back
farther to expose the flaring rim, and caressed the
curving corona with his fingertips. He moved expertly
down to the underside, reaching the twin lobes and
massaging them gently, then pressing into the hot spot
between them, stroking Ken's gee-string and making him
gasp loudly.
"He's really worked up from watching us come," I said
to Bud. "It won't take long." Ken was now gasping
loudly; "HAH! HAH! HAH!" as the sensations reached
deep inside him, dragging him toward the brink.
"I know he experienced our orgasms vicariously as he
helped us," Bud replied. "He's close. Just look at how
dark the glans is." Ken's big helmet had darkened to
the rich burgundy color I'd seen many times, and the
lips of his slit seeped the precious lubricant that
made Bud's fingertip touches so arousing. Bud now
worked his way up the other side of Ken's flaring rim,
returning to the top as I kneaded the tight scrotum
gently, adding to Ken's excitement and making him gasp
more loudly.
"Í'm close," Ken muttered," and I saw the muscles in
his legs tighten as he spoke. Bud's fingertips
caressed the broad upper surface of his swollen glans,
sending shivers through Ken's body.
"His tip's hard, really hard," Bud pointed out. "I've
got him on the edge right now." Bud's fingers danced
over the surface of Ken's glans and we saw his eyes
close. Bud expertly moved his fingertips all over the
turgid surface, stroking a fresh spot every second, to
avoid tiring out Ken's nerve endings, and we saw him
respond. His stomach muscles tensed, and his legs
began trembling.
Bud suddenly changed his technique, grasping Ken's
engorged tip in his fist and twisting sharply as he
tugged the shaft-skin down hard to stretch the
gee-string. Ken cried out, loudly and helplessly, as
the shock waves of the combined sensation hit him, and
we watched a thick white stream shoot high into the
air. Ken's hips bucked, and the lips of his slit
parted as another heavy gush slammed through them to
fall back on Bud's twisting fist.
"He's so hard..." Bud muttered as he continued
stimulating the hot, swollen glans, keeping the
shaft-skin tightly back to maintain tension on the
gee-string. He quickly removed his hand from around
the head and we saw that it was dipping sharply down
towards Ken's toes. Bud now worked his fingertips
around the hard, throbbing head, bringing forth more
streams of cream, until the jets weakened. He let go,
and Ken's erection dropped onto the towel, the lips
still seeping fluid.
"It's not as milky now," I noted. "I think he's
drained the cream and it's just lube from his
prostate."
"Cowper's Glands, actually," Bud corrected me. "Ken's
gifted that way. He secretes a lot, and this keeps his
sensitive glans from becoming irritated. The lubricant
also softens the sensations, which is important when
he's near the peak. You know how important those last
few moments before orgasm are."
"I know. I really enjoy the delicious feeling of
anticipation, knowing that release is just around the
corner as the hot tingle fills my cock-head. You
really gave him a hot one this time."
"Only because he was already primed for it from
watching our orgasms. Also, his glans is very
sensitive. I just had to touch him lightly, and his
nerve endings tingled."
"Pulling down on his skin also did it, Bud. You
already knew that pulling would make the head dip."
"Yes, I saved that until last. I knew the sudden shock
when I applied tension would produce that reaction in
his ejaculatory muscles. Then when I twisted my fist
around his head, he was gone."
"I know you enjoyed doing that the same way I did," I
said.
"It's always fascinating to watch and feel a man
come," Bud replied. "I suppose we all get a vicarious
thrill from it. It's especially nice for me when he's
just given me a mind-blowing orgasm. That adds to it
because I want him to feel the same thrills." Now Ken
opened his eyes and tried to focus, but he was still
stunned by his recent orgasm. Bud leaned over and
kissed him, then made room for me. I kissed Ken on the
lips, and felt him hug me tightly.
"Thanks, Jack, Bud," he said. "That was wonderful. I'm
glad I have a couple of good buddies like you." His
erection was softening, the foreskin sliding to cover
the shrinking helmet. I wiped away the residual drops
that still leaked from his foreskin nipple, and Bud
and I lay down beside him. We were all ready for a
nap, which came quickly.

The End