Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 09:12:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fascination, Part 3, 3/3 Adult Friends

Fascination, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

That afternoon, Bud and I drove back to Ken's house,
after an interesting oral sex session in the morning
followed by a large breakfast (we'd worked up an
appetite) and a modest late lunch. We anticipated that
Ken would already be home, having returned from his
trip. It was a warm summer day, and we were lightly
dressed, wearing open collar summer-weight shirts and
shorts. Light clothing also meant that we could get
naked quickly when the occasion arose, and we were
looking forward to a hot three-way with Ken.
"I can feel my glans tingling," said Bud as he sat
beside me in the car. "It's just the anticipation."
"Mine too," I confessed. "I can also feel the head
sliding around inside the foreskin when I move my leg
to hit the brake." I felt Bud's fingers slipping into
the left leg opening of my shorts (I "dress left" as
most men do) and grasp the nipple of my long hood,
gently twisting it.
"I like that," he said. "It must be nice to feel your
glans moving inside your lubricated foreskin." That
morning he'd dripped several drops of Astroglide onto
my helmet after we'd emerged from the shower. He knew
I like to keep my foreskin well lubricated and always
add some artificial lube because I normally don't have
much natural lubricant. "That Astroglide must feel
very good under your foreskin."
"It does. It gives me a warm feeling there." Bud's
fingertips lightly caressed my foreskin, sliding it
gently over the head.
"You like what I'm doing? I can feel the corona of
your helmet through the foreskin, and it's swelling."
"I'm driving," I said. "I'm going to keep both hands
on the wheel, so don't expect me to reciprocate until
we get there."
"I don't blame you, Jack. I'm glad you're not like the
fuck-heads who talk on the cell phone while driving."
I was glad Bud understood. I'd feel like a jackass if
we got into an accident while one of my hands was down
Bud's shorts. Nevertheless, when I looked over at his
crotch I saw that he was half-hard, as I was. With his
expert fingertips teasing my foreskin, my prick was
quickly becoming full-hard, and the end now slipped
past the opening in my shorts. My foreskin nipple had
been stretched by my swelling glans pushing into it,
and now the end of my foreskin formed a thick pucker.
"I like it the way your helmet makes your hood bulge,"
he said as he stretched my foreskin pucker forward,
away from my body, creating a delicious tension in its
many nerve endings. "The outline of your corona's
really visible now that the front of your penis is out
of your shorts," he said in his precise English. Bud
had told me that he was very fascinated by my
foreskin, and by Ken's, as he hadn't had a foreskin
since he'd been a couple of days old.
Bud kept me in a heightened state of tension until we
reached Ken's house and saw Ken's car in the driveway.
I quickly rearranged my prick before getting out of
the car so that it was upright, flat along my stomach,
and did not make too much of a bulge in my clothing.
Ken let us in, and we immediately stripped off our
clothes. Bud was 5' 6", significantly shorter than Ken
and I, who stood at slightly over six feet. However,
Bud was bigger in the dick department with almost
seven inches. Mine was exactly six from pubic bone to
the end of the helmet, not counting foreskin length.
Ken's was slightly longer than mine. All three of us
were about the same thickness, five inches around. We
all had straight shafts, slightly oval in
cross-section, and we each had a big vein on the right
side. We all had large helmet-shaped tips. We called
them "helmets" because their ridges flared in a sexy
upward curve, unlike the "mushroom" type, which has a
high ridge but without the flare.
Ken and I were in our early 40s, while Bud was 50.
We'd found ourselves to be extremely compatible
personally as well as sexually, and had already
enjoyed several hot sex scenes together. We enjoyed
experimenting, and had had some satisfying orgasms
together. I'd enjoyed sex with Ken before he'd
introduced me to Bud, and Bud and I had had some hot
sex during Ken's absence.
I was still fully hard as Ken led us into the bedroom,
while Ken and Bud's erections were only halfway along.
We sat on the mattress facing each other, forming a
rough triangle, and Bud quickly clasped our pricks. He
tweaked Ken's foreskin to work him up to full harness
while gently twisting mine around my swollen helmet. I
grasped his big helmet, giving it several gentle
squeezes to make his cock-root throb.
"We're a lot alike," Ken remarked, "but still
different. Bud's tip is on the red side. Ours are
purple." Bud began to push my foreskin back as Ken was
speaking, stretching the opening over the wide head.
"I like the way you're squeezing my glans," said Bud.
"That's really reaching me. I know you enjoy having
your foreskin stretched back over your helmet."
"You know I do," I said as Bud's fingers delicately
pulled my foreskin forward, making the end close in on
itself in a thick pucker as it covered the head. Now
that Ken's dick was standing up proudly, he began
stretching Ken's hood back over the head as well. The
opening in Ken's foreskin was about the size of a
dime, just enough to bare his long slit.
"We are different in some ways," mused Bud as he eased
my foreskin back to uncover the hole. "Ken's has a
slit, while yours and mine pout when the glans swells.
We've got teardrops." Bud's erection was fully
developed now, and his shaft stood out from his body
as I continued to work on it. A drop of clear fluid
filled his teardrop opening.
"I don't have anywhere as much lube as you two guys,"
I answered as Bud pulled our foreskins forward again.
He knew that gently teasing back our foreskins was
supremely erotic for us, because it felt much better
than quickly snapping them back over the heads. I
steadied Bud's cock with one hand as I ran the index
fingers of my other hand up the bottom of his shaft,
milking his tube to force several more drops of
natural lubricant from his teardrop. Now I spread the
slippery wetness in small circles around the hole,
making him sigh in delight as his tip throbbed
responsively under my fingers.
"Your scrotum's always tight, Jack. Ken and I have
low-hangers. That's another difference."
"Yeah, but ours tighten up when we get excited," Ken
added. Those low-hangers will be pulling up against
our bodies soon." As Ken had been speaking, Bud had
pulled our hoods forward again, and then slipped them
back to bare the front halves of our helmets, which
glistened wetly in the soft room light.
"I just love stretching those foreskins back over your
erections," Bud said as he pulled them forward over
the heads, and then back once more, in another
increment that left only our flaring rims covered.
"Both your heads are a rich purple color."
"That feels good..." I murmured. Bud leaned forward,
placing his nose close to my prick, then smelled
Ken's, inhaling deeply.
"I can't ever get enough of that rich masculine
aroma," he said. "Those foreskins smell delicious."
His tongue flicked out to lap at the round front dome
of Ken's helmet, uncapped because Bud was holding the
foreskin back. He traced small circles around the lips
of Ken's slit, parted by a drop of clear fluid. Bud
licked at the drop and commented:
"That pre-seminal fluid is very tasty. Thick, viscous,
and slippery, with a definite salty taste." Ken sighed
as he enjoyed the sensation of Bud's tongue working
around his tip, and I noticed his balls began to
tighten.
"Feel like a three-way oral?" Ken asked as Bud
continued to work on his prick, forcing his tongue-tip
under the foreskin to caress the flaring rim.
"We did that this morning, and it felt great," I
replied. "I think you'll enjoy it three-way with us."
As I spoke, Bud moved his lips to my almost naked
helmet, wrapping them around the rounded front end as
his tongue-tip probed my teardrop. He'd pulled Ken's
foreskin fully forward, and the big head was now
enclosed in its original factory wrapper.
"Bud knows just how to tease my foreskin and tip with
his tongue," Ken commented as he watched Bud work on
my prick. Bud pulled my foreskin forward to dock his
tongue, then pushed it back until it was poised on the
rim. Now his tongue probed into the deep groove behind
my helmet, prying my foreskin away from the flaring
ridge. I felt a tightness in my balls, which were
already against my body.
"You going to skin me back all the way?" I asked. In
reply, Bud grasped my shaft skin and began dragging it
back as his tongue pushed the foreskin away from the
rim, leaving the helmet naked to his gaze and touch.
My foreskin formed a thick fleshy collar behind the
rim as Bud pushed his tongue between the bunched-up
foreskin and the ridge, running his tongue around the
groove and caressing nerve endings that rarely saw the
light of day. I was still running my fingertips over
Bud's glans, now very wet with his secretion.
"I'm going to uncap Ken's glans now," said Bud as he
pulled away from my rock-hard prick, leaving the
swollen purple helmet fully exposed. His fingers
closed around Ken's shaft behind the bulging head and
exerted traction as he pushed his tongue into Ken's
thick foreskin pucker. I watched Ken's foreskin
thinning as the pucker stretched over the distended
head, following the helmet-like contours until the
opening barely encased the flaring ridge. Large clear
drops were seeping from Ken's slit, giving Bud a
mouthful.
"Wow! My balls are really tight now," Ken commented.
So were Bud's, as I'd been twisting my fist over his
lubricated head for a couple of minutes. My
bare-headed cock was standing straight out from my
body, and Ken's fingertips closed around the wet head,
lightly caressing the many nerve endings. Meanwhile,
Bud worked Ken's foreskin back slightly, enough for it
to snap down into the deep groove behind Ken's flaring
helmet. Bud's tongue traced the compound curves of
Ken's glans, gently stimulating the nerve endings.
Ken's fingertips felt rough against my glans, and
without the lubrication, would have felt
uncomfortable. As it was, Ken's touches made my tip
throb, and I felt a slight tingle deep inside as a
drop of lube seeped up my tube. I was finally
secreting pre-lube, and after several seconds it
filled the teardrop shaped opening at the end of my
glans. Ken's fingertip picked it up, and spread it
over my already wet helmet, adding to my sensations.
"I think we'd better have Jack come first," Ken said.
"He's been hard the longest and I just saw him seep
some pre-come. He rarely does that, so he must be
really excited." Bud removed his mouth from Ken's
penis and replied:
"I know he's excited. I was caressing his penis as we
drove here. His glans and foreskin were protruding
from the opening in his shorts."
"I'll cup his balls and clamp the base of his prick,"
Ken suggested. "You want to work on the head?"
"I did this morning, and Jack ejaculated very
forcefully. He had a cosmic orgasm, and his entire
body thrashed as he came." I lay back on the mattress
as Ken grasped my prick at the base, his fingers
tightening to constrict the veins. I knew this would
enhance my erection and make the head more sensitive.
Ken's other hand cupped my already tight scrotum. Bud
pulled my foreskin forward and I felt it bump over the
ridge before sliding downhill to the end of my helmet.
"Want a towel?" Ken asked.
"We didn't need them this morning," Bud replied. We
both swallowed, and nothing got on the sheets." Bud's
fingers tightened around the thick skin covering the
head of my prick and began easing it back as I reached
for Ken's rock-hard prick and pulled the foreskin
forward to cover the head again. Bud and Ken squirmed
into position on either side of me as they began their
work in earnest. I was still holding Bud's prick in my
other hand, now squeezing the head to keep him
stimulated, but not enough to make him come.
Bud's lips followed my retreating foreskin as he
pulled it back slowly, encasing my helmet in their
warmth. Now I felt it snap down into my groove, and
Bud's fingers exerted more traction, baring not only
my ridge but the deep groove behind it as he stretched
my skin back. His lips locked into the groove as his
tongue aggressively probed my teardrop, tickling it
and increasing my sensations. I rolled Ken's foreskin
 pucker between my fingertips, feeling the hard glans
behind it.
It was very quiet as both men concentrated on their
task of inducing my orgasm. Ken's right hand clamped
the base of my shaft in an iron grip while his other
hand kneaded my balls. One of Bud's hands kept my
foreskin pulled tightly back while his other hand slid
up my body to caress my nipples. Bud's mouth worked on
my naked helmet, exploring its contours from the
rounded front dome down to the flaring rim and the
groove behind it. My entire tip began to tingle as it
went into its final swelling.
I began to moan, carried away by the intensity of the
sensations. My helmet was fully distended, aching for
the relief of orgasm, and I knew it wouldn't be long
until my cock-root responded with massive contractions
to pour my juice into my urethra. Bud's tongue worked
all over the head, hitting every nerve ending, as his
lips tightened in my groove, compressing the neck and
rim of my penis.
"Try to stay relaxed, Jack. It'll last longer that
way." Ken's voice came to me from a long way off as I
withdrew into myself, my attention totally focused on
my swollen shaft and head. I knew I was close, very
close, and I tried to keep my body relaxed, but they
wouldn't let me. Ken's fingers kept kneading my balls
gently, making them slide inside their tight sac. I
felt the tension build up in my body.
There was a sudden rush of sensation as the hot tingle
filled my glans, and I felt my cock-root tighten. I
moaned loudly, totally helpless in their hands, and
waited for the explosion.
"Wish I could see his tip," Ken commented. "It must be
dark purple by now." My helmet was completely hidden
inside Bud's mouth, but Ken had a good idea of my
excitement.
My swollen glans felt as if it was about to burst, and
my eyes closed, anticipating the imminent release. Now
there was a sudden flash of sparks in front of my
eyes, my entire body tensed, and a heavy contraction
filled my cock-root. The hot tingle in my glans
exploded and the first burning gush of hot fluid
rushed up my tube. I cried out helplessly as my cock
poured its cream into Bud's mouth.
I was in an altered state of consciousness now,
totally unaware of the world outside my straining body
as my cock-root contracted again and poured another
hot jet into my urethra. I felt it hurtle up my prick
and pour into Bud's waiting mouth. I felt his teeth
scrape my hard, straining helmet as it throbbed in the
sweet agony of orgasm, and another hard throb filled
my groin. My hips bucked and I felt my urethra distend
under the pressure of another hot jet. The nerve
endings in my helmet tingled as Bud's lips and teeth
slid over them, pouring even more sensations into my
throbbing prick. I cried out again as another torrent
of juice filled my tube, rushing toward the end and
distending my hole as it shot into Bud's mouth.
Totally skinned back and exposed to Bud's lips and
teeth, my helmet strained and throbbed as the inflamed
nerve endings responded. Another irresistible
contraction filled my groin, releasing another gush of
fluid that shot from my swollen tip. The next
contraction was weaker, although my tip tingled hotly
as the nerve endings became even more sensitive.
Bud's lips were tight around my rim as he rotated his
head to provide sidewise friction and his tongue
covered my hole. His teeth scraped the broad upper
surface of my glans, making me howl as the sensations
stabbed into my nerve endings, and I realized that I
was becoming super-sensitive. Bud must have sensed
this, realizing that further stimulation would only
cause me distress, and he removed his mouth. I heard
his voice in the distance:
"He's near the end now. I'll just let him shoot the
last couple of loads by himself." He was right. My
groin contracted again, sending another jet pouring up
my tube. My orgasm faded to weak pulses, and now my
juice just seeped, a pleasant warmth that filled my
tube with slow-moving fluid. I felt Bud's tongue
touching the end of my helmet to lap up the last drops
as I returned to reality. My tip was so sensitive that
even the light touches of Bud's tongue made me quiver
all over my body.
"Man, you really had a big one," I heard Ken say as I
lay utterly torpid, beginning to relax as the
delicious languor crept over my body.
"Your glans was throbbing so hard in my mouth," Bud
added as my heartbeat returned to normal. I realized
that I was still hold their cocks, and gave each a
thankful squeeze.
"You're next," Ken said to Bud. "I can see your tip's
dark red, and you're almost ready to blast off." I
opened my eyes to see Bud reclining onto his back as
Ken pulled my foreskin forward to encase my softening
helmet. Despite the aftershock of orgasm that was
filling my body, I recovered enough from my daze to
release Bud's prick and drop my hand to cup his tight
scrotum as Ken's mouth closed over Bud's hot hard
glans.
My other hand played with Bud's nipples, adding to his
sensations, as I saw Ken's fist clamp tightly around
Bud's shaft. There was no foreskin to pull down, so he
just squeezed to constrict Bud's veins as he absorbed
the throbbing red head into his mouth. Ken's lips
locked behind Bud's flaring rim and my fingers felt a
throb in Bud's cock-root because I was pressing my
fingertips into the tender flesh behind his balls.
Bud was almost on the edge, excited from just having
brought me to climax, and he was trying to relax to
prolong the feeling of anticipation. I kneaded his
balls inside their tight sac, palpating them through
the thick scrotal skin. Ken's mouth pumped up and down
over Bud's swollen red helmet, and I saw the rim
becoming darker red every time Ken's lips moved back.
The big vein on the right side of Bud's shaft was
swollen, and I knew that his prick was already
straining, ready for release. Bud's eyes closed, and
his breathing deepened, becoming more ragged as we
brought him closer to the brink.
"Try to relax, Bud," I urged, knowing that the longer
he remained this side of the edge the more intense his
orgasm would be. I wanted him to experience an
explosive orgasm, as he'd given me, shooting his sperm
into Ken's mouth with wild abandon.
Our stimulation was too intense and too concentrated
for Bud to remain relaxed, and as I lay next to him I
felt his body begin to tense uncontrollably. His hips
began bucking slightly, thrusting his rock-hard penis
into ken's mouth as the erotic feelings mounted. He
began to moan as we brought him closer to the point of
no return.
Ken's head was moving quickly, giving Bud's cock-head
the strong stimulation he needed and craved, dragging
him to the brink. I knew he was still trying to relax,
but the drive towards the orgasm he craved made his
body tense. I worked his nipples and his balls,
knowing that the added stimulation would propel him
towards the edge. Now Bud was grunting hard as the
sensations built in his body, and I felt his body
tighten against mine.
Bud grunted again, then howled helplessly as the first
shock of orgasm hit him, sending him tumbling into the
free-fall of orgasm. I felt his cock-root throb hard
against my fingertips as he thrust his hips off the
bed and released his first hot torrent into Ken's
mouth. His body convulsed again as he shot his second
load. Bud's body was straining against mine, his
muscles in spasms, as Ken continued to drain the cream
from his throbbing dick. I knew that Bud was now
totally out of it, floating in limbo, overwhelmed by
the hot blasts of sensations. His face was contorted,
lips drawn back in the rictus of orgasm, as his hips
bucked again.
Bud's body, wracked by intense sensations, shuddered a
few more times until Ken removed his mouth. I saw the
swollen red helmet seep a steady slow stream of cream,
which Ken licked off as it emerged from Bud's teardrop
shaped orifice.
"Even though his tip isn't as sensitive as ours, it's
probably too sensitive to touch right now," Ken said.
I knew he was right. Bud's circumcised helmet would be
too tender to touch. Even the light touches of Ken's
tongue-tip made him quiver, and I vicariously
experienced his sensations because I'd been exactly
like him a couple of minutes ago.
I felt Bud begin to relax next to me, and his glans
became lighter red as it lay on his stomach. We'd
released him completely now, letting him come down off
his high by himself. We watched his prick soften and
saw him open his eyes. His unfocused look revealed how
dazed he was by the intense storm of sensations that
had just wracked his body. Ken and I lay still next to
him as he recovered, but I reached across Bud's body
to clasp Ken's prick again, noting that his hardness
had not subsided at all and that the big helmet still
distended the long foreskin. I pinched the pucker at
the end of Ken's hood and began twisting it gently.
After a couple of minutes, Bud was back with us, and
it was Ken's turn. It was a "given" that both Bud and
I would work on Ken to bring about his climax, and Bud
gently pushed him flat on the bed. I kneeled,
straddling Ken's legs, as I clamped my fist around the
base of his shaft. Bud lay next to him, one hand
cupping his balls and the other working on his
nipples.
"Now we're going to give you the same delights you
gave us," Bud said in his precise English. "Jack's
going to work on your penis and I'll help." Ken's
foreskin was looser than my tight hood, and I could
see the long slit through the pucker in his hood. I
bent enough to let my tongue probe the opening in his
foreskin, already filled with salty lubricant, and I
tickled his slit. First I ran my tongue up and down
its lengthy, then sideways, parting the long lips. My
other hand gently twisted the hood around the head,
feeling the sexy contours of his glans with my
fingertips.
"Let me have a taste," Bud urged, and I raised my head
to give Bud room to push his tongue into Ken's
foreskin, sweeping around the swollen head. Bud probed
deeply into Ken's foreskin, then pulled away.
"I really enjoyed the taste and odor of Ken's glans
and foreskin," he said with a look of satisfaction.
"The glans is so glassy smooth, and the foreskin is so
stretchy. The smegma gave it an extra bonus too. He's
clean now, though."
"I guess you're fascinated by smegma too," I said
tentatively.
"Yes, I am," Bud replied. Ken's penis lubes a lot more
than yours, Jack. He also secretes a lot more smegma,
and a couple of times I'd asked him to avoid washing
for a couple of days, so that I could taste the
build-up. I love the rich masculine odor, and the
musky taste of man-fluid under the foreskin."
Ken added:
"Bud told me about a guy he roomed with when he was
doing his post-graduate studies. Maybe he could tell
you about him, Jack"
"I'd like to hear it," I replied.
"Well, his name was Bart, and he had a worm-shaped
penis with skin that swept forward smoothly to form a
thick pucker at the end. There wasn't any glans bulge
like yours and Ken's because he had a small
acorn-shaped glans under that thick foreskin. However,
he secreted a lot of smegma, as well as a lot of
pre-coital mucus, and he had to wash at least once a
day to avoid building up an odor. We enjoyed playing
with each other, which was why we shared an apartment.
One weekend I told him not to wash so that he'd build
up a heavy accumulation. By Sunday morning he had so
much it was starting to drip from the end of his
foreskin. When I put my head near his penis, the aroma
was absolutely intoxicating. It didn't take much to
work him up to full erection. His foreskin was so
long, that, with that small glans, it covered it
completely even when he was fully hard. Now that the
core of his penis was hard I began stripped his
foreskin back in slow stages, with my tongue licking
the accumulated cheese as I went. His glans was very
sensitive, and he shuddered every time my tongue-tip
touched it. I cleaned his glans, savoring the
delightful musky taste and inhaling that delicious
fragrance."
"Since he was very sensitive, how long did it take him
to come?" I interrupted.
"I had him stripped back to bare his corona, licking
around it, and his scrotum had been tight from the
moment he'd attained full erection. Now, when I ran my
tongue around the back-face of his corona, he wailed
loudly and his penis jerked in my fingers. I had my
mouth open and the first stream shot right to the back
of my throat. I quickly swallowed and closed my lips
around his glans so as not to lose any of his precious
emissions. He disgorged several heavy streams into my
mouth, and when I felt it coating my tongue I almost
had orgasm myself. I didn't count, but I think he must
have discharged about six times before his gushes
became a steady drooling that lasted another half a
minute. It was ecstasy for me, tasting his smegma
mixed with his seminal fluid, and smelling the musk
mixed with the chlorine odor of his ejaculation. After
he'd recovered he lubricated my penis and it took only
two long strokes to wrest the orgasm from me"
"Wow," I said. "That was quite an experience for you."
"Yes it was. Now let's take care of Ken," he said. I
bent over and pushed my tongue deeply into Ken's
foreskin, knowing that this would produce a delicious
stretching feeling as I probed its depths as Bud had
seconds ago. I caressed the broad upper surface of his
helmet, then worked down to the underside, exploring
the deep triangular groove where his gee-string was
attached. I felt the throbs as Ken's prick responded
to our stimulation, and knew it wouldn't take him long
to reach climax. Bud sensed this as well, for he said:
"Okay, Ken, just try to relax. I know you won't be
able to hold off for long once Jack peels your
foreskin back and begins working on your glans, but
the longer you can remain relaxed, the more intense
your climax will be." Now the fingers of my other hand
began gently sliding Ken's foreskin back, helped by my
probing tongue. Now I lifted my head to see the
beautiful helmet emerge from its fleshy cocoon. It was
dark and wet, causing Bud to comment:
"Ken's glans always takes on that deep burgundy shade
when he's close to orgasm. It's fascinating for me to
watch you slide that foreskin back to reveal it." I
continued dragging Ken's long hood back towards the
base of his shaft, because I wanted the big helmet
completely free for my lips and tongue.
"Man, you're really swollen," I said as I dropped my
head to let my lips touch the rounded front of his
helmet. The surface was glassy smooth, and as I pulled
the foreskin back farther to reveal the rim, my lips
followed the hood, enveloping Ken's hot hard glans
with their warmth. My tongue probed his long slit,
tasting the steadily seeping lubricant, then followed
the contours of the helmet down to the rim. I
stretched Ken's foreskin back farther to expose the
groove, and my lips immediately locked into it.
Now I gave his skin an extra tug to put tension on his
gee-string and I felt the head dip in my mouth. Its
surface was smooth and very hard, telling me that he
was fully swollen and very sensitive. I twisted my
head, my lips caressing the engorged rim and the neck
of his penis, as my tongue teased his long slit. I
tasted the salty fluid as it streamed from his slit,
because Ken was always a heavy secretor when he was
exited, unlike me.
"His scrotum is very tight," I heard Bud murmur. Ken
had begun to moan as the flood of sensations filled
his body, and I felt his legs begin to tremble between
mine. I shifted my grip on his prick, using only my
right hand to grasp his shaft skin. I pulled up hard,
bringing his foreskin completely over the big helmet
as I moved my mouth back. Now his tip was completely
covered by foreskin and I pulled down again, my lips
following the foreskin as it withdrew. At the rim, I
reversed direction, pulling my lips back and bringing
his foreskin up right behind them. Then I went down
again, dragging the hood over the helmet and engulfing
its hard contours with my lips. This made Ken grunt.
"I love to watch the foreskin action," Bud interjected
as Ken grunted more loudly. "I can hear the way he's
reacting to that. The lips and foreskin bumping over
his corona really stimulate him."
Now Ken's helmet was completely bared of foreskin
inside my mouth, my lips locked behind his hard,
swollen rim. I began pulling back, scraping my teeth
lightly over the sensitive surface as I pulled the
hood towards me again, feeling it hesitate for an
instant before riding over the flaring rim. Ken's
grunts changed to a loud howl as his prick throbbed
hard in my hand. A second later, a long hot jet shot
towards the back of my throat. I dragged his skin down
and engulfed his hard, throbbing glans as Ken's hips
bucked and pushed it into the back of my throat, where
it released another hot torrent that I swallowed.
Ken's orgasm was in full flight now, and I continued
the intense pumping motion over the throbbing head,
lips followed by foreskin on the up stroke, and my
lips following the foreskin down as I pushed it back.
Ken's helmet throbbed hard against my tongue and
palate as another torrent of cream flooded my mouth,
and I had to struggle to swallow it before another
gush emerged.
"I can feel the throbs in his scrotum and perineum,"
Bud said as Ken's cock jerked again. Ken was howling
loudly now, his helpless cries filling the room, as we
worked hard to maintain his orgasm. His hips bucked
again, sending his glans and shaft deeply into my
mouth, and I swallowed again. I pulled back hard on
his shaft skin to ensure his helmet was totally naked,
and dropped my mouth onto it, wrapping my lips around
the inverted foreskin and taking his throbbing tip
into the back of my throat as it gushed again.
Now I felt that Ken was over the peak, and his throbs
became weaker. I raised my head so that Bud and I
could watch the throbbing purple tip ooze its last
drops. The liquid wasn't creamy now, just a milky
white, and subsequent drops turned to clear fluid that
dribbled down Ken's helmet onto the bunched-up
foreskin roll and my encircling fingers.
"This is really fascinating," Bud said. "I love to
watch that naked glans gushing and oozing. It's so wet
and shiny, and so sensitive." Ken's penis was now
quiet, the throbs having stopped, but thin ooze still
seeped from his slit. Bud leaned over to lap at the
weeping slit, making Ken's penis jerk at the touch. I
felt Ken's body relaxing under me as the stunning
after-effects of his orgasm filled it. I saw his eyes
open, unfocused and staring blankly at the ceiling, as
he struggled to get himself together.
Bud was completely recovered from his orgasm, and his
scrotum had loosened. Mine was normally tight against
my body, but I felt it had relaxed because my balls
were sliding around inside it. My erection was
completely gone, and my prick was only about four
inches long, including the foreskin nipple that
extended beyond the glans. Bud's prick had also
softened, the shrunken helmet returned to its dry
leathery texture. Soft, his prick was about the same
length as mine.
Ken's penis had begun to shrink, and I eased the
foreskin forward over the softening helmet to keep it
protected and moist. Bud reached out to squeeze the
head through the hood, vicariously enjoying Ken's
ample foreskin. He never tired of studying and feeling
our pricks and foreskins, and I knew Ken and I would
fall asleep with Bud's hands on our pricks.

The End