Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2005 07:30:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fascination, Part 2

Fascination, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I awoke in bed with Ken and Bud. It was early
afternoon, and we'd slept soundly after draining each
other that warm Saturday morning. Bud and I had
docked, which was especially gratifying for Bud
because he'd been circumcised as a baby and truly
enjoyed the feel of a foreskin enveloping his naked
tip. Our ejaculations had distended my foreskin as
we'd emptied ourselves, and afterward we'd both worked
on Ken to give him an intense orgasm, avidly watching
his swollen purple glans as it gushed repeatedly.
Bud sat between us as I gradually came awake, and he
was twisting our foreskin nipples to arouse us. The
pressure in my bladder helped, and it wasn't long
until I was rock-hard. Bud's erection, longer than
mine at almost seven inches, showed that he also
needed relief. Ken, who was as hard as I was, spoke
first:
"Looks like we'd better go pee and take a shower. We
can pee in the shower. I can't resist when hot water
runs over my cock." He led us into the adjoining
bathroom, with its king-size shower enclosure. We
relaxed under the hot water, feeling it rinse away the
perspiration we'd worked up during the morning. I felt
my erection subside, and saw that the others were also
getting soft. I heard Bud sigh with delight and looked
down to see a thick yellow stream pouring from his
tip.
"I couldn't hold back any longer," he explained. "Mine
doesn't have that foreskin covering you two have for
insulation, and the hot water hit my naked glans." I
knew what he meant, because I'd experienced the same
irresistible urge when I'd taken a shower while
skinned back. The hot water sluicing over my bared tip
had been impossible to resist, and I'd enjoy the
feeling of my stream coursing through the shaft and
head. Now my erection had relaxed enough and I felt my
stream begin, pouring out of the nipple of my long
foreskin.
"Look what I can do with your foreskin," Bud said as
his fingers pinched the end of my nipple. The stream
stopped abruptly and my hood began swelling under the
pressure of the trapped urine. I noticed that Ken's
erection hadn't subsided enough for him to pee yet,
and I focused on the sensations in my penis.
"Let go," I said, and Bud released the pressure to let
a thick yellow gush pour from my foreskin's nipple.
"That really feels good, doesn't it? I know Ken enjoys
it when I do that to his foreskin." Bud smiled at me,
and now that my foreskin had drained, he squeezed the
nipple again. We both watched my hood swell as the
volume built up, and just as it was becoming
uncomfortable, he released the nipple to let it gush.
His stream was weakening as his bladder was almost
empty now, and our streams mixed in the bottom of the
shower stall before swirling down the drain. Now I was
almost empty, and only a slight dribble came from the
end of my foreskin.
"Here I go, now. Couldn't piss with a hard-on," Ken
said as his stream began. Bud looked at it, still
holding my foreskin, and said:
"Look at how it's splattering. Ken's foreskin gapes a
little at the end, and the stream hits it and really
deflects." He quickly pinched the end of Ken's
foreskin and the flow stopped. We watched Ken's long
hood balloon the way mine had. Bud let go when it was
fully swollen and Ken's thick gush poured from the
end. Bud pinched it again several times, letting the
pressure stretch Ken's foreskin each time, until Ken
was running on empty. He then milked Ken's shaft,
running his finger up the underside to evacuate the
last drops. He then turned to me and did the same.
Wondering if Bud had any residue left in his system, I
milked his penis, and saw a few drops seep from his
slit.
"Time to rinse you thoroughly," Bud said as he
lovingly stripped back my foreskin, letting the hot
water wash away any residue that remained on my glans
or the inside of my hood. He replaced my foreskin over
the head before turning to Ken, carefully skinning him
back to rinse the tender head underneath. I soaped up
my hand and encircled Bud's penis, stroking it from
base to tip with a twisting motion, as I knew this
would get his attention.
"Ooohhh, feels good," he said as his penis filled with
blood. Within seconds he was fully hard, standing with
his hips thrust forward so that the needles of hot
water from the shower head beat on his naked glans.
"Hey, Bud, you're jumping the gun," Ken laughed.
"Let's get back into the bedroom." He turned off the
water and we squeegeed most of the water from our
bodies with the edges of our hands, then used a towel
to finish drying. Ken took a couple of fresh towels
from the line closet and we again sat on the big bed
facing each other.
"I want to see your heads," Bud said. "Mine's always
visible, but yours are hiding under that skin." He
reached out and pushed back our foreskins so that our
tips were exposed to view, rapidly swelling under his
attention.
"We all have helmets," he said. "About the same size
and shape, with sexy flaring coronas. Ken's meatus is
a slit, while yours and mine, Jack, pout to form
teardrops when they swell."
"Ken's slit if longer than ours," I commented to Bud.
"Looks very sexy, though, especially when he's
juicing."
"He's starting to seep now," Bud said. "Look at the
way the big drop's spreading the lips of his slit."
Bud leaned forward to inhale deeply.
"Like the smell?" Ken asked Bud with a grin.
"I adore the odor of foreskin and wet glans," he said.
"I always find that rich masculine odor fascinating. I
can never get enough of it."
"How does Jack's smell to you?" Ken asked.
"Similar, but not as strong as yours. Both of you have
the odor of pheromones. That's what gives your
foreskins that musky aroma." I knew what he meant, as
I'd smelled Ken's foreskin many times, as he'd smelled
mine. I'd also slipped a finger inside my foreskin
many times, and brought it up to my nose to sniff,
enjoying the aroma. Now Bud pulled our foreskins
forward again. Ken and I were not fully hard yet, and
our foreskins draped comfortably over our tips,
extending beyond the heads to form nipples.
"I want to taste you," Bud said to Ken as he lay down
and grasped Ken's penis, guiding it towards his mouth.
Ken lay down in a "69" position with him, giving me a
front-row seat to watch the action. Bud's tongue
slipped easily into Ken's foreskin, and I knew he was
tickling Ken's slit with the tip. Within seconds,
Ken's penis was fully swollen.
"Oh, Bud, I just love to feel a tongue inside my skin,
especially the way you're doing it." Bud removed his
mouth, saying:
"Your head is so smooth. The entire surface is smooth
and sensitive because it's protected by your foreskin.
I'm sure Jack's is the same way."
"Now I'll taste yours," Ken said. Ken opened his mouth
to admit Bud's big purple helmet, and then lip-locked
behind Bud's flaring rim. His right hand closed around
Bud's shaft and his left tugged at Bud's flaccid
scrotum, which began to tighten. I knew Ken enjoyed
having his scrotum tugged, and I reached between his
legs, gripping the lowest part of his sac and exerting
traction. Bud had resumed probing Ken's foreskin with
his tongue, and I saw him push his thick tongue
deeper, reaching the rim and stretching the hood with
its thickness. Ken moaned slightly, and twisted his
head on Bud's glans to add to the sensations.
"Go ahead, Bud," I urged. "Ken loves to have his
foreskin stretched by a thick tongue. Run your tongue
around his rim." The view was turning me on, and my
penis was extended, my big helmet making a bulge in my
long foreskin, filling and stretching the nipple until
it shrank back to form a thick pucker at the end. The
vein on the right side of my shaft bulged.
I saw the bulk of Bud's tongue trace the rim of Ken's
glans down one side, until it reached the underside of
the head. Ken quivered as Bud's tongue pressed into
the triangular groove under the head, caressing the
gee-string, Ken's hot spot. Bud pushed forward
slightly, and I saw his thick tongue pry Ken's
foreskin back along the bottom, exposing the front of
the head.
"Are you going to strip him back with your tongue?" I
asked, but Bud was unable to answer. His tongue ran
around to the top and pushed Ken's foreskin back
there, fully exposing the round front dome of the
cock-head. Ken's long slit was gaping with a large
drop of clear nectar, and Bud's tongue flicked down to
lap it. Finally, Bud spoke:
"That taste drives me wild," he said as he tongued
Ken's long slit, pushing his tongue-tip inside,
probing deeply. Ken quivered and sucked hard on Bud's
glans, his cheeks hollowing with the suction.
"Oooohhh," Bud moaned as the sensations hit him. His
tongue ran around the head, prying Ken's foreskin back
to the rim. Now he gripped Ken's shaft firmly and
pulled down, drawing the foreskin all the way back to
bare the rim and groove and the tension on Ken's
gee-string made the big helmet dip. His tongue moved
over the broad upper surface of Ken's glans, caressing
the nerve endings, making Ken quiver again. I tugged
harder on Ken's sac, which was rapidly tightening, and
felt the tension in his body.
"Now Ken's big glans is exposed to the cool air," Bud
said as he began to blow on it. Ken's penis jerked in
Bud's fist as Bud blew on the exposed tip repeatedly.
"He really enjoys the sudden coolness," he added.
"Now run your tongue around the rim," I urged. "He'll
love that too. Bud's tongue traced the outline of
Ken's flaring ridge, and Ken removed his mouth to do
the same to Bud. They worked their heads around to lap
at the back-face of each other's rim, adding to the
sensations. I saw the cavity of Bud's teardrop fill
with cock-honey, and knew Ken would want to taste it.
"Ken, Bud's leaking for you. Want a taste?" Ken
responded by drawing his tongue back and probing at
Bud's teardrop shaped opening, licking up the
delicious fluid. Both cock-heads were now wet and
glossy, fully aroused, evidence of their excitement.
Suddenly, they stopped. They released each other's
pricks, and Bud spoke:
"Okay, your turn, Jack. I want to taste you now." Ken
moved away, and I released my grasp on his sac, moving
into a "69" position with Bud. His swollen shaft and
glans pointed at my mouth, and I began by probing his
teardrop, tasting his salty sex fluid. I felt Bud grip
my shaft and his tongue push into my foreskin pucker,
probing for my hole. Ken's fingers gripped the bottom
of my sac and began tugging.
"Lip-lock his rim, Jack. He loves that," Ken urged me.
I moved my head forward to engulf Bud's helmet in my
mouth, and my lips closed tightly into the groove
behind his rim. My tongue caressed the broad upper
surface of the head, as I felt Bud's tongue push
farther into my hood to probe its depths and stretch
the skin. It felt like a sharp tickle, and made my
cock-root throb. I had a surprise in store for Bud.
Opening my mouth slightly, I pulled back slowly,
letting my teeth scrape gently the length of his
glans. I have sharp teeth, and was careful to scrape
the surfaces delicately as I ran my teeth down over
the top of his shapely helmet, also scraping the twin
bulges on the underside. The sudden acute sensations
made Bud shudder, and his tongue pushed harder into my
hood, reaching the groove behind my rim. I felt a hot
salty taste on my tongue, and knew Bud had released
another torrent of lube.
He moaned and attacked my cock with renewed fervor.
His tongue seemed to thicken, and I felt it prying my
foreskin away from the head, then pushed it back. His
lips locked around the front of my glans, pushing the
thick hood back towards the base of my cock until he'd
completely exposed my helmet. Finally, he pulled away.
"I love the smooth texture of your glans, Jack. It's
so much like Ken's."
"Your juice tasted very good," I replied as I released
his penis. "You have a lot more lube than I do."
"I was in seventh heaven as my tongue followed the
sexy contours of your helmets. Both you and Ken have
such nice heads on your cocks."
"Yours is very attractive too," I replied. I saw Ken
reach out with his other hand, grasping Bud's sac,
which was already tight against his body.
"I really jumped when you scraped my tip with your
teeth. That was such a sharp sensation." Bud began to
blow on my helmet, wet with his saliva, and the sudden
coolness made my penis twitch.
"You enjoy that as much as Ken does," he said before
blowing another stream of air on my purple helmet. I
felt my tip expand with the increased flow of blood,
straining with the pressure. "Your head's normally
warm inside its cocoon of foreskin, and the cold is an
unfamiliar sensation." He was right. It was both
unfamiliar and very arousing.
"Which one of you is ready to come?" Ken asked,
tugging at our sacs for emphasis. Neither of us spoke.
"Okay, let's have Bud go first. Bud, you lie back, and
Jack and I will take care of you." Bud seemed almost
reluctant as he lay back, while Ken and I clustered
around him.
"I'm glad you're going to do me now. If I had your
penis in my mouth, I don't know what would happen when
the spasms hit me. I might bite."
"That's why we do it this way, Bud," I reassured him.
"You can just relax and let yourself go. We'll take
care of everything." I poised my lips over Bud's
swollen helmet as I gripped his shaft. Ken crouched
next to me and grasped his sac. His other hand pulled
my foreskin forward to its natural resting place, then
moved under me to grip my balls.
I slowly slid my lips over Bud's helmet, the widening
contours forcing my lips apart the farther I went. I
tasted his salty fluid on my tongue as I encircled his
flaring rim. My fist gripped the base of his shaft
tightly, constricting the veins to make his erection
firmer yet. As I worked on Bud's glans, I felt the
pleasant tug of Ken's firm fingers on my sac.
"That feels so good, both of you working on me. Are
you going to swallow, Jack?"
"Tell him what you prefer, Bud," Ken answered for me.
His fingers continued to tug on Bud's sac, and I felt
Bud shiver slightly.
"I'd like him to take me deep in his mouth this time,"
Bud replied. "I'd love to coat his tonsils with my
semen."
I let my lips slide over Bud's high flaring rim and
grip the groove behind the head while my tongue
continued to probe his orifice. Now I pushed my lips
farther, onto the sensitive circle of skin between his
rim and his scar ring, and twisted my head. I felt his
glans throb in my mouth as he moaned.
Now I pushed my lips farther, encircling the scar
ring, while my tongue worked over the contours of his
helmet. I circled it with my tongue, caressing the
broad upper surface, then working around the flaring
ridge, making Bud moan more loudly. When my tongue
reached the triangular groove under the head, I felt
Bud's glans throb in my mouth.
"Deeper, deeper," Bud urged. I pushed my mouth farther
down his shaft until my lips met my fingers and the
round front dome of the helmet pushed against the back
of my throat. Ken was tugging rhythmically on my sac,
and I presumed he was doing the same to Bud. I began
breathing through my nose because of the big cock
filling my mouth.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Bud murmured, through gasping
breath. I felt his excitement mounting because his
glans swelled and hardened in the back of my throat.
He was shuddering now, and I knew I had Bud poised on
the brink. I sucked on his cock, feeling him thrust
into my throat as his hips bucked.
The engorged glans throbbed hard, and I heard him cry
out helplessly as a hot torrent of liquid flooded the
back of my throat. I swallowed hard, knowing he'd feel
my throat muscles contracting around his throbbing
tip. His glans throbbed again, once more flooding my
throat with fluid, and I swallowed as I felt him ram
his hardness into me again. Bud's cries of agonized
joy filled the room as he surrendered to the frenzy of
his orgasm, and I was forced to swallow between
hurried breaths as he shot again into my throat.
His penis pulsed again, and I kept swallowing the
thick salty juice spewing from his tip, aware of the
odor of chlorine in my nose. His hot hard glans
throbbed another time, but it was weaker, and less
juice poured out. Now Bud had stopped throbbing, but
there was still a steady seeping from his glans, and I
swallowed again, but with less urgency. Finally, he
was still, totally spent, totally drained, and I
removed my mouth.
"Look at how purple he is," was Ken's comment as Bud's
engorged glans came into view. It looked wet and angry
with saliva and cream, and I gently laid it on his
stomach, watching the residue drain from his orifice.
Ken had released Bud's scrotum, but still held on to
mine. I looked down and saw my penis was still fully
erect, the big head making a thick bulge inside its
hood.
Bud's eyes must have closed, for I saw him open them
and gaze at us languidly, beginning to relax after his
storm. He smiled faintly and said:
"Thanks, guys. That was terrific." I leaned over and
kissed his lips, then his neck.
"Glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Really hot, huh?"
"Oh. Yes it was. I was just floating for awhile. It
was really an altered state of consciousness."
"You almost drowned me," I added.
"I'm sure I had a big discharge. For a moment my tip
was so swollen and so sensitive I thought it would
explode." Ken placed a towel on Bud's stomach to catch
the dripping fluid, and I pressed a finger into the
underside of his shaft, compressing his urethra to
milk the residue. The last drops seeped from his
softening cock-head, and we left him alone for a
couple of minutes to recover from his daze.
I grasped Ken's foreskin, which covered his head
during erection, as mine does. I gently slid it up and
down the long head, watching it stretch as it glided
over the contours. Ken did the same to me, very
slowly, as we were doing this just to maintain our
excitement.
Bud sat up and grasped my shaft, then snapped a finger
against my glans through the foreskin. The shock wave
shot from one side to the other, filling the head with
its pulse. Then it was Ken's turn, and Ken moaned
loudly when the finger-snap hit his head.
"That hits all the nerve endings in the glans," Bud
said. It felt nice when you did it to me before, and I
thought it would ring your chimes too." Ken and I both
nodded. Bud grasped both our cocks and began peeling
back the long foreskins.
"I'm just trying to judge who's more aroused. You're
both hard, but your glans seems darker, Ken. Maybe
you're ready to be next?" I thought it was hard to say
that Ken was farther along than I, but was perfectly
happy to join Bud in bringing forth Ken's orgasm.
Bud gently tapped our naked tips with his finger, then
spoke again:
"Both heads seem equally hard. I don't think either of
you has reached the final swelling that precedes
orgasm. You're seeping more, Ken, but you always do,
anyway."
"Do Ken first, Bud. I don't mind waiting. In fact,
I'll be glad to help."
"Ken's foreskin is nice and loose now. I can skin him
back and work on his helmet." Ken nodded and thrust
himself forward slightly as Bud gently pushed his hood
back off his head. The big purple helmet stood
exposed, wet and glistening. Bud blew on it again, as
he'd done earlier, and Ken's shaft twitched.
"That sudden coolness feels strange to him too,
because normally his tip is insulated by the
foreskin," Bud said as he blew again, provoking
another twitch. The wetness was rapidly evaporating
from Ken's helmet, and Bud engulfed it again with his
moth, coating it with a mixture of saliva and Ken's
natural lubricant.
"There, he's wet again," Bud said as he withdrew his
mouth and resumed blowing. He pursed his lips and
focused the stream of air on the end of Ken's tip,
then moved around the rim, ending up blowing into the
groove behind the rim on top. Ken was sighing in
delight as the air tickled his nerve endings. I moved
in and grasped Ken's scrotum, as I knew he enjoyed
this type of stimulation. Bud gripped Ken's shaft in
his fist and squeezed.
"Ken's helmet is already purple. Constricting his
veins will make it darker." Bud gripped Ken's shaft
more tightly, and I saw the big vein on the right side
swell. Bud leaned over to lap at the bare head,
running his tongue around the flaring rim for a start.
The lips of Ken's slit were already parted by a big
drop of lube and another rolled out, running down the
glans onto Bud's tongue.
"So salty, so thick," Bud commented as he ran his
tongue up the underside of Ken's big tip, into the
triangular groove under the head.
"Ken's helmet is a work of art," He said, pausing.
"Look at the way the two sides of his corona sweep
down and forward to meet underneath. They form a deep
triangular groove, and inside is where Ken's
gee-string is attached." He licked at Ken's
gee-string, making Ken quiver in response.
"See? That reached him," Bud said as he moved slightly
up towards the front, where he inserted his tongue
into Ken's long slit. "I love the taste of his slit,
because it's always seeping lube." His tongue wiggled
inside the long orifice, tickling Ken and making him
quiver again.
"You're really turning him on," I commented as I felt
Ken's sac tighten closer to his body. I gently kneaded
his balls through the pebbly skin, knowing that this
added to Ken's excitement. Now Bud ran his tongue
along the rim toward the back of Ken's head, carefully
caressing the flaring rim and the deep groove behind
it, pushing his tongue-tip between the ridge and the
bunched skin collar.
"Now I'm going to put more tension on his skin and
stretch the gee-string. Watch the head dip." Bud
gripped Ken's shaft harder, sliding the skin back
toward the base, and I saw the gee-string stretch,
pulling the head of Ken's cock down toward his balls.
Ken moaned loudly, and another large drop poured from
his slit.
"The head's getting darker," I pointed out. Ken's
glans had turned a deep burgundy color, telling me he
was closer to the point of no return.
"I can feel it's harder against my tongue," said Bud.
He ran his tongue around the rim, going down the other
side until he reached the groove under the head again.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against the
tightly-drawn gee-string and Ken's prick jerked. Now
he backed off enough to snap his finger against the
hot spot under the head, and Ken wailed in response.
"This is really reaching him. It won't be long now." I
knew that Ken's straining cock would be spewing its
cream any second. His legs had begun to tremble, and I
saw his stomach muscles contract spasmodically. Ken's
eyes closed as he withdrew into himself.
"Go ahead, I want to watch him come," I whispered,
caught up in the excitement. I was vicariously
experiencing Ken's sensations, imagining what it would
feel like if Bud were stimulating my penis that way.
"Now he's totally focused on his groin. Keep tugging
his sac and help me bring him over the edge." Bud ran
his tongue up Ken's rim again as he snapped his finger
against the gee-string, already tight and pulling the
head down, adding to the tension in his body.
Suddenly Ken howled, and I felt his sac jerk between
my fingers. A thick white jet arced high into the air
from his widening slit, and his entire body shuddered.
Bud ran his tongue up to Ken's slit to catch the next
expulsion, then engulfed Ken's throbbing glans with
his mouth. Ken howled again and another spasm gripped
his body. Ken's hips bucked as the full fury of orgasm
wracked his body. Bud's mouth was closed over his
straining penis, lips half-way down the shaft, and I
saw his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Ken's hips bucked again, thrusting his rock-hard prick
deeper into Bud's mouth, and I imagined the white
creamy jet spewing from his big purple tip.
Ken's cries of agonized ecstasy filled the room as he
convulsed again, and Bud doggedly kept his mouth
around his throbbing penis. Ken wailed again, but not
as loudly, then settled down to heavy, labored gasping
as his orgasm wound down. Bud slowly drew back, his
lips stretching as they slid over Ken's flaring rim,
then contracting as they followed the tapering
contours of the glans to the end. Once his head was
exposed, I saw there was a steady seeping from his
slit.
"He's pretty much emptied himself," Bud pointed out.
"He's still draining, but the fluid isn't milky any
more, it's opalescent. It'll be clear soon." He was
right. Large clear drops began to ooze from Ken's
slit, and as I let go his scrotum I leaned forward to
get a taste. Bud sat up, letting me have a chance at
Ken's penis. Ken lay very still, utterly dazed and
almost unconscious. I lapped at Ken's long oozing
slit, tasting the thick fluid, relishing the salty
taste mixed with the faint odor of chlorine from his
semen.
Ken's penis was softening, and now the head shrank
enough for me to ease the foreskin forward. Bud's
finger pressed into the underside of Ken's shaft at
the base, milking the urethral residue forward. Ken's
front dome was still exposed, and drop after drop
seeped from his slit onto my tongue. Finally, I pulled
his hood all the way forward to its normal position,
completely covering the precious head and tightening
to a nipple in front.
Bud and I sat facing each other, legs apart,
displaying Bud's limp penis and my hard one. He
reached out to squeeze my foreskin-covered head
gently.
"You've been waiting the longest, Jack. You must be
really aroused from helping to make Ken and me come."
I knew my erection hadn't softened at all during our
sex play, and I felt another small drop of lube
crawling up my tube as he touched me.
"You two guys kept me stimulated," I replied.
"Watching you and Ken come was a sure-fire turn-on."
Bud was gently jiggling my foreskin as I spoke, and
now he moved closer to me.
"Just lie down, Jack, and let me get you going while
we wait for Ken to recover." I lay back and
surrendered to his ministrations. Bud began stretching
my foreskin back, at first exposing only the front
dome.
"You're seeping, Jack. I can see how turned-on you
are." He lowered his head and I felt the tip of his
tongue flicking across the front of my head, lapping
up the drop of lube. Now he pulled my hood forward
again, and then began easing it back. I felt my
foreskin stretching over the bulky rounded front of my
helmet, tensing the nerve endings in the skin, and I
felt a slight contraction deep inside. Bud blew on the
exposed surface of my helmet, the sudden coolness
sending a shiver through my body.
"I'm going to do you a little differently than Ken,"
he explained. "I know how you enjoy having your
foreskin stretched back slowly over your big helmet,
but I'm also going to blow on it each time I skin it
back farther." Now he pulled my hood all the way
forward, enveloping my helmet in its warm fleshy
covering. When it was fully forward, his fingers
exerted gentle pressure, moving it back until the
front half of my helmet was bared. I felt him blow
straight down into my teardrop shaped orifice, sending
cool air inside my tube, and my cock twitched again.
Then he blew all around the edge of my partly
retracted hood before pulling it forward again.
"Now I'm going to pull it back enough to expose your
hot spot," he said as he pushed my foreskin back
again. I felt the nerve endings stretching deliciously
as the skin slid back and felt the slight snap as the
edge of my foreskin bumped over the twin bulges on the
underside of my helmet. This time Bud blew against the
underside, producing a cool sensation in the twin
bulges, wet with my lubricant and his saliva. He blew
several times, making me quiver and sigh in delight,
until my tip was dry. His lips descended to engulf the
exposed front half of my helmet, renewing the wetness
and lubricating it to ease the passage of my foreskin
as he pulled it forward again.
"Oh, wow, Bud, you're really an artist at this," I
commented in a whisper as his fingers worked their
magic on my straining erection. "Nobody ever did it to
me that way." Bud began pushing my tight hood back
again, and my tip was filled with a sharp tickling
feeling as the skin slid back, this time almost to the
rim.
"Your helmet is so wet and shiny," he said before
blowing on it again, first right down my tube, then
around the periphery. The alternating warm and cool
sensations were very arousing, and I felt my helmet
expand even more as blood rushed into it, building up
the pressure. Now he pulled my foreskin up to engulf
it again, and reversed after a slight pause to strip
it down to the rim.
"It's really beautiful to see the entire helmet
emerging from the foreskin, and watch the corona come
into view," he said as he began blowing on the wet
surface again. The first blast of air was right on the
end, blowing into my orifice, then he moved around to
blow on my rim.
"I'm going to wet it again before it's completely
dry," he said before engulfing my helmet completely
with his lips. I felt his lips closing around my rim
as his tongue teased my teardrop, then worked down all
over the head, bathing it in warm liquid.
"You can tell I'm enjoying the taste of your helmet. I
also love its glassy smoothness." His tongue probed
into the groove behind my rim, pushing between the
ridge and the foreskin. His tongue-tip ran all the way
down until it reached the wide triangular groove under
the head, tickling my hot spot, and then he paused to
speak again:
"I'm always fascinated by the anatomy of the glans and
foreskin. You have a big head, and ample foreskin to
cover it. Your prepuce is long enough to form a nipple
in front of the glans when you're soft, and to cover
the head completely when you're hard. Naturally, that
much foreskin has to go somewhere when I retract it,
and it forms a thick fleshy collar behind your corona.
Men with shorter foreskins don't have that. Their
hoods lie back flat along the shaft upon erection,
completely baring the glans. You and Ken still have
the foreskin roll masking the back-face of your rim.
Now I'm going to pull harder because I want access to
the sensitive rim." His fingers pushed back along my
shaft, dragging the skin back until the deep groove
behind the head appeared.
"Now I'm going to blow into your sulcus, the groove
behind the glans, which I knew rarely sees the light
of day." He began blowing, and the rim and groove felt
icy-cold for an instant, a sudden sharp sensation that
made my cock-root contract. He moved his head again to
blow down my orifice, and I moaned.
"It's becoming dry again," he said, and lowered his
head until his lips locked behind my rim. His tongue
probed my orifice again, and again worked all around
the head, wetting it and stimulating the many nerve
endings with sensual liquid friction. Then he raised
himself and said:
"The shape of your corona is fascinating. I love the
way it stands out above the neck of your shaft and the
top of it flares. The coloring is interesting too.
Your glans is pinkish purple at the front, then
darkens to purple towards the corona. The back-face of
your corona is really dark purple, almost black,
especially when it's swollen and excited like right
now." He blew again, all over my helmet, and again the
unfamiliar coolness made me quiver. Then I felt a
sudden tugging at my scrotum.
"Looks like you're really how," Ken's voice came
through my erotic haze. His fingers tugged at my sac,
and I felt him kneading my balls gently.
"Now that Ken's joined us we can really work on you,"
Bud said. I felt a hand caressing the insides of my
widely-spread thighs, fingertips moving to press into
the tender flesh behind my balls. Bud's skillful
fingers slid my foreskin up to cover the head
entirely, then stripped it back again as his lips
engulfed my glans.
"I'm going to do you differently, Jack. "I'm going to
suck on your glans each time I skin you back, then
roll the foreskin up all the way. He pushed forward on
my foreskin, and it rolled up my helmet as his lips
moved back. Then he began baring the head again and
his lips followed the retreating foreskin until they
wrapped around my rim and groove. As Bud continued, I
felt a tickling feeling in the entire head. A spark
seemed to travel from my helmet down to my cock-root,
and I felt a sudden sharp contraction. It didn't feel
like the orgasm was starting because the gush of fluid
that poured into my urethra felt cool, not hot like my
normal ejaculations. I realized that I'd just had a
heavy discharge of lubricant. My foreskin and Bud's
lips continued their up and down movements along my
entire head, heightening my feelings of arousal. Now
Bud paused to speak:
"You just let go a lot of pre-coital mucus. Since
you're usually dry, you must be very aroused. I can
feel the way your glans is hardening. It's no longer
spongy at all, and the surface is very hard and shiny.
Now for the finale." His mouth descended on my cock as
his fingers pushed the foreskin back, and his lips
caressed my helmet, following the foreskin. I felt
that my cock was harder than it had ever been, and the
combined movements of mouth and foreskin were making
my glans tingle.
"Don't tighten up, Jack. Just relax, let the orgasm
come to you," Ken said. His fingers were still
exerting tension on my sac, stretching the thick skin
and adding to my arousal, but I tried to relax all my
muscles. My tip was so filled with blood that it ached
for release, and now Bud twisted his mouth around my
glans on the down-stroke. His lips worked around my
rim and groove, and the heavy tingle filled the
straining helmet. Although I was trying to relax,
following Ken's advice, I felt the tension build
inexorably in my groin. I was right at the edge, and
ready for the plunge into orgasm. My eyes closed as
the sensations built up further, and I began moaning
loudly.
The friction from his lips and my pumping foreskin
made the head hot, and increased its sensitivity. Then
I felt his teeth scrape the broad upper surface of my
helmet, and my glans exploded. A lightning bolt of
sensation shot down my shaft and my cock-root
contracted hard, sending a hot jet into my tube. I
cried out in agonized bliss as the sharp sensations
shot through my penis, and the torrent of burning hot
lava scorched my tube. Time stopped.
My entire body tensed and my hips bucked, thrusting my
hard prick deeper into Bud's mouth, where it disgorged
a second torrent that spread all over my helmet. I
felt Bud's tight fingers stripping back my foreskin
until it was stretched tightly back along my shaft,
and his lips and tongue worked on my throbbing glans
to cause another seismic shock in my cock-root. I
writhed on the bed, overwhelmed by the intensity of
the sensations, hot throbs filling my helmet and shaft
as another load discharged. I was totally disoriented,
aware only of the hot pounding in my groin as I spewed
another jet into Bud's mouth. My prick throbbed again
and I felt the rush of sensation in my tube as the
discharge rushed to spew out of the end.
Several more throbs followed, each weaker than those
before, until my body began to relax. I was aware that
Bud had stopped pumping my foreskin and had removed
his mouth from my penis, and I just lay there, getting
my breathing back to normal. I was utterly torpid,
almost paralyzed, too weak and dazed even to open my
eyes. After a time I did, and saw Bud and Ken looking
down at me. Bud kissed me on the lips, and then Ken
did.
"You really had a heavy one," Ken said. I felt my
penis lying on the towel he'd spread over my stomach,
the top of my helmet brushing against the rough
terrycloth as fluid continued to seep from the slit in
my softening glans. I raised my head and saw Bud's
finger running along the bottom of my shaft, forcing
out the last drops.
"Bud's milking you down, but I think we all ought to
get up and pee, to flush our systems. Feel up to it?"
Ken asked. I got up on one elbow as they stood, and
then I was on my feet, following them into the
bathroom. Ken was first at the sink, his thighs
pressed against the counter. He'd skinned back and I
saw his thick yellow stream flowing into the drain.
"Saves water this way, and there's less splashing," he
explained to us. Bud eased in next to him and grasped
his penis, sliding the skin forward and pinching it
shut.
"I'm fascinated by the way natural men urinate," he
said. "They can retract and pee from a bare glans or
pinch the foreskin shut and make it balloon." Ken's
foreskin was now fully distended, and Bud released the
nipple to let Ken's thick gush drain into the sink. He
pinched it shut again as we both watched Ken's
foreskin swell with the volume pouring into it. It
swelled to twice the diameter of the head, and Bud let
go. Then he pushed Ken's hood back to lock behind the
head and Ken finished draining himself. Bud turned on
the taps, adjusting the temperature, and scooped a
handful of water over Ken's tip and foreskin collar to
rinse them. Finally, he slipped the hood forward to
its normal position.
"You're next," Ken told Bud as he moved away from the
sink. "I don't think Jack's relaxed enough to pee just
yet." He was right. My crotch muscles were still
tight, although my penis was mostly deflated. I moved
next to Bud as he let his penis flop into the sink and
let got. I quickly grasped his shaft, thumb on top and
index finger pressing into the underside, and pinched
off his stream.
"I don't have a foreskin to balloon, but it feels very
nice," he said. I'd experimented on myself and knew
that pinching off the stream at the urethra produced a
pleasant tingle in the shaft all the way back to the
bladder. Bud's big helmet started to swell.
"You might get hard again with this treatment," I
commented. I let go, and watched Bud's glans gush its
torrent into the drain. Ken turned on the water
slightly to rinse the bottom of the sink.
"You're right," Bud said. "I've done this to myself,
and if I wait a minute, I'll get full-hard." When he'd
emptied himself, he milked his penis, shook the last
drops from his tip, and gave me room.
My prick was limp by this time, but the head was still
swollen, and the shape of the helmet bulged through
the thick hood. I'd decided not to skin back as I was
sure Bud would want to play with my foreskin nipple,
and when my stream started to dribble from my nipple,
his fingers moved quickly to pinch it, making the
foreskin swell to the size of a golf ball, the trapped
liquid masking the shape of my helmet. My foreskin
swelled until it was almost a sphere, until Bud
released his grip. The heavy torrent of yellow liquid
drained quickly from my nipple and Bud once more
gripped the end tightly.
"This is so exciting, playing with a foreskin," he
said as he let go again to allow the thick flow to
resume. He let me empty my bladder and pulled back the
hood from the head when I was almost finished. As the
last drops dribbled out of my slit, he splashed a
handful of warm water over the helmet and retracted
foreskin to rinse them squeaky-clean, then milked my
shaft to force out the last drops. He threw another
scoop of water over the helmet, then eased my foreskin
forward to cover it. I sighed and relaxed, still
feeling the after-effects of my orgasm.
We were all sleepy now, and we returned to the bed to
slip into slumber, a tangle of arms and legs, feeling
each other's body warmth. We didn't wake up until
evening, but that's another story.

End of Part 2