Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2005 08:17:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foursome, Adult Friends, 1/1

Bud and Ken were coming to my house that Saturday
morning, and we'd planned an eventful day. My old
friend Chris was back in town, having accepted a
teaching job at the same university where Bud taught
English. Chris was a microbiologist and had returned
from a secret U. S. Government project. Suffice to say
that the government was heavily involved in biological
warfare research. We'd experienced some hot sex years
before, and were looking forward to resuming our fun,
this time with two other hot guys joining.
Chris arrived right at eight, minutes before the
others. We stripped down, an easy task for me, as I
was wearing shorts and shirt. Chris took longer, as he
had to get out of his street clothes on that cool
autumn morning. I saw that he hadn't changed much
during the ten years since I'd last seen him. His
black hair was a bit thinner, as I'd expect of someone
the other side of 45, but he had the same stocky
figure I remembered, with no additional fat. Then the
doorbell rang.
Ken and Bud came in, not at all surprised to see Chris
and me naked. They quickly doffed their clothes while
I made the introductions. Ken was my age, early 40s,
while Bud was 50. Ken and I were about six feet tall,
while both Chris and bud were about 5' 6". Our eyes
dropped to each other's crotches, natural considering
the situation. Ken and I still had our foreskins, long
and drooping beyond the helmet shaped heads that
bulged suggestively through their thick hoods. Both
Bud and Chris were circumcised, revealing the
differences between their naked heads. Bud had a
reddish helmet, while Chris's tip was very dark like
the rest of his pubic area, and had a more square
outline, unlike the softly rounded contours of our
cock-heads. Bud was tightly cut, the skin drawn back
from his glans, while Chris's looser cut and thick
scar formed a small collar behind his rim, with a
thick gee-string that completely filled the triangular
groove underneath.
Ken and Bud had low hangers, while my scrotum and
Chris's were tight. Ken's pubic hair was brown, like
mine, but Chris had black hair, matching that on his
head, and the dark complexion of his cock and balls.
"Want to hear my plan?" I asked. Ken nodded for the
group, and I told them what I'd had in mind:
"We'll get acquainted by putting on a show for each
other. Each of us will jack himself in his favorite
way, and that will give the rest of us a clue about
what turns us on. We don't have to come in any special
order, just whoever feels the need. Let's make sure to
come only one at a time, so that we don't miss
anything." With that, I led them into the bedroom,
where we arranged ourselves in a rough square on the
new king-size bed, legs overlapping. Chris was on my
right, Bud opposite me, with Ken on my left. There was
a folded towel on each corner, and a bottle of
Astroglide in the center for whoever needed it.
"I'm not the only circumcised guy in the group," Bud
said to Chris, who was fondling his penis to bring it
to erection. He held it in a loose grip, his
forefinger gently stroking his gee-string underneath.
His cock stiffened quickly, and we saw that it was
thicker than ours, and just under six inches long,
giving a stubby effect.
I was rolling the nipple of my long foreskin between
two fingers, twisting it around the glans, working it
up to full erection before starting to skin back. Ken
had slipped his index finger into his long loose
foreskin, caressing the tender flesh inside while
stretching the foreskin's nerve endings. Bud was
pinching his helmet to make his cock-root throb. Chris
had reached for a towel, and was dabbing at his long,
gaping slit, which was drooling lubricant copiously.
"The most sensitive part of my penis is my frenulum,
and I'm glad the doctor didn't remove it the way many
others lost theirs during circumcision. I keep my
frenulum dry while I stroke it," he commented. "If I
let it get wet, I'll come sooner than I wish." His
fingertip continued to stroke his gee-string lightly
as he removed each droplet as it appeared in his long
gaping slit.
Mine was fully hard now, helmet straining at the
confining hood that I'd ease back during the next
couple of minutes. Ken's finger ran around his swollen
glans, stretching the hood, while Bud had a full
erection that he now squeezed lightly. Bud reached for
the Astroglide.
"I have to lubricate my penis for best stimulation
because my shaft skin's too tight to bing up to bump
the corona," he said in his precise English. "Ken
doesn't need to, because he's got a foreskin and
secretes a lot of lubricant, but Jack needs lubricant
for his copious hood." He was right. I'd never
secreted much pre-come, and took the Astroglide when
Bud passed it to me, squirting a few drops into the
opening in my foreskin. Now I slowly stripped it back
to expose my slit, which had pouted to a teardrop
shape as my glans had swelled. The thick foreskin
stretched as it rode back over the engorged helmet,
stretching the nerve endings inside it, producing
delicious sensations that inflamed me further.
"Bud still has the longest," Ken observed. Bud's
rock-hard cock measured almost seven inches from pubic
bone to the end of his glans. Ken's penis, with the
skin pulled back slightly to expose the end of his
helmet, was a bit longer than my six inches, measured
the same way. To be fair, I had to retract my long
drooping foreskin to bare the end of my penis.
"You and Chris have long slits," Bud replied to Ken.
"Yes, but notice that the lips of my meatus gape
open," observed Chris. "I don't think it's as
attractive as your teardrop shape, Bud."
"Jack's got a teardrop shaped hole too," observed Bud.
"Yes, I'd noticed that," said Chris. "Whenever I slid
his foreskin back I thought his meatus looked
sculpted, like the rest of his glans. My corona's
probably as thick as his, but not as prominent, as it
lays flat and doesn't have that sexy flare." At this
point Ken slid his foreskin back to reveal the front
of his glans. Ken's slit parted slightly to let a drop
of lube pass, then closed again.
"Mine lubes a lot," said Ken. "That keeps the head and
skin nice and slippery. It's also great for docking,
even if the other guy is cut."
"Did your partner's ejaculation ever shoot into your
meatus?" Chris asked, addressing Ken. "Jack told me
that this happened to someone who'd posted on the Club
Stroke chat board. That would require your meatus to
be in perfect apposition to his."
"No such luck," Ken replied. "Still, it felt really
good to feel his come filling my foreskin. Anyway, my
slit stays closed, except when I come. Jack's is wide
open, and if the two holes were lined up, the come
would shoot right into it."
"Yes," I added, "but it never happened to me, either.
Anyway, I like it when a guy shoots into my foreskin,
because I can feel the juice swirling around behind
the head."
"One guy I docked shot so hard I could feel it
splashing against the front of my helmet," Ken said.
"That was a wild sensation. Not too many guys shoot
that hard."
"I dribble most of the time," Chris confessed. "When I
was younger I'd shoot six inches at most. That's
because I've always had a long wide meatus. Men with
narrow slits tend to jet farther."
"Oh, when I was a kid I shot three feet, but not now,"
I said. The discussion about our sexual experiences
was making me hot, and I knew it was having the same
effect on the others.
"Me, too," Ken said. "although if I'm really hot, I'll
shoot maybe ten inches now. Jack does too. I've seen
him. He doesn't see himself shoot. His eyes close when
he comes, like mine do."
"Mine do too," said Bud. He was sliding his fist up
and down his lubricated shaft, relishing the
sensations. I was wondering who would come first.
Chris seemed to be really into it now, his head bent
over as he stared avidly at his rock-hard erection. A
steady stream of clear lube poured from his tip,
seeping into the towel he held against the slit to
catch the fluid, while he stroked his fingertip along
the thick gee-string under his dark swollen glans.
"When's the last time you came, Chris?" I asked. He
seemed to be closer to orgasm than the rest of us, and
I wondered how long he'd been saving it.
"A week," he muttered. "I don't think I can hold back
much longer. My frenulum is so sensitive." His shaft
was starting to bob up and down with each fingertip
stroke, and I heard his breathing deepen as his
cock-root contracted rhythmically.
"He's on the brink," said Bud. "He's going to come any
second." Chris's eyes were wide open, fixed on his
bobbing, throbbing cock, as he stepped up the pace of
his stroking. I knew he was totally caught up in it
now, and I saw his body stiffen and his toes curl. His
left hand dropped to his side, leaving the towel in
front of him, and now the wetness drooled down his
glans to the tender spot underneath where his
fingertip massaged the lube into his gee-string. That
wet friction triggered him.
"OH! OH! OH!" he muttered softly as his body jerked
and the first white, ropy discharge shot from his
gaping slit. His head bobbed up and down in time with
his spasms as another thick torrent poured from his
slit to fall onto the towel. His fingertip was
stroking the underside of his glans quickly, urging
his cock to spew more torrents of thick yellowish
cream, and he began gasping as more juice poured
forth, filling the air with a heavy chlorine odor.
"He's really shooting," Bud commented, captivated by
the spectacle of Chris's orgasm. Watching had its
effect on me, as well, and I felt my already tight
scrotum shrinking even further. Chris exhaled loudly
as the last jet poured from his throbbing tip, and now
he was merely seeping, a steady flow of yellow cream
seeping from between the gaping lips of his long slit.
He released his cock, letting it sag into the puddle
of thick fluid on the towel as he began to relax.
"That was hot to watch," Ken said as he stroked his
foreskin halfway back, exposing the rounded front dome
of his cock. I did the same, enjoying the stretching
sensation as the foreskin pulled back over the
compound curves of my purple helmet. Bud poured more
Astroglide over his wet and glistening penis, working
it in with full-fisted strokes. Chris was utterly
still, recovering from the intense rush of sensations,
watching his penis deflate. Finally, he milked the
underside of his softening shaft, forcing a long rope
of residue out onto the towel, and wiping the tip dry.
Now he looked around at us.
"You're all really hot," he said. "I think you'll be
coming soon. Bud's glans is really red now."
Ken and I pulled our foreskins forward, then stretched
them back until they hugged the rims of our helmets.
"I love to watch the glans emerge from under the
foreskin," Bud said. "It's really exciting and
fascinating for me."
"I've always enjoyed watching Jack play with his
foreskin," Chris added. "Now I've got two foreskins to
watch. I love the smell of a foreskin and wet glans."
He leaned over near my penis to inhale.
"How's the Astro working for you, Bud?" I asked.
"I'm getting the usual warming sensation. It really
arouses me." Ken and I stroked our hoods forward once
more, then stripped them all the way back.
"Those two big helmets look magnificent," Chris
commented. "Yours is a lovely shade of purple, Jack,
and Ken's is deep burgundy. Both look so sensitive."
He reached out to run his finger over the front of my
glans, making my shudder.
"Watch it, Chris, you'll make me come with your
touch."
"I want to make you come, Jack. I want to feel your
glans throb with the orgasm." I lay back on the bed,
pulling my towel over my stomach as I stretched the
skin back farther. My glans, fully released from the
tight hood and the pressure of my fingers, swelled
even further, its color deepening.
"Jack loves to stretch his skin back when he gets
close," Chris said. "Now he'll begin lightly bumping
the corona with the ring of foreskin." I did exactly
as he'd predicted, straining as I stretched the thick
collar of skin tightly back, then bringin
g it forward to bump my flaring purple ridge. Chris
ran his fingertip in small circles around my slit,
sending thrills down my shaft as he again leaned
closer to inhale the aroma of my penis.
"Jack can come by just bumping his corona, but I'm
going to give him an extra sensation because I know
his uncircumcised glans is so sensitive." His finger
traced larger circles around my front dome, and I felt
my body tensing even though I was trying to stay
relaxed.
"You're going to force the orgasm from him that way,"
said Bud. "He won't be able to hold off now." Bud was
right. Under the dual stimulation from my foreskin and
Bud's teasing fingertip touches, my glans was aching
for relief, throbbing hard, the teardrop hole gaping
open. My balls were very tight now, and I couldn't
keep my eyes open any longer because I was withdrawing
into myself, the total focus of my existence centered
in my hard, swollen prick.
Chris's fingertip touches stabbed deeply into my
glans, and I felt myself tightening up until my world
exploded. A hot spark shot down my shaft from my
straining glans, right to the root, where it triggered
my first spasm. Lightning flashed before my eyes as my
cock-root contracted tightly, sending a thick, burning
jet shooting up my urethra. I heard myself crying out
in the distance as my stream poured out, and then my
cock-root contracted again, sending a heavy thrill
through my body. I was aware only of my streaming
cock, throbbing in time with my discharges, gushing
again and again.
Time seemed to have stopped, and now I slowly became
aware that I was fully alive and lying on the bed,
breathing heavily, overcome by the after-shock of my
orgasm. I opened my eyes and propped myself on one
elbow, hearing Bud's words:
"Your stimulation enhanced his orgasm, Chris. Jack
shot at least a foot. The volume of his discharge is
more than I've ever seen him come." I began running my
fingertip up the underside of my shaft, working the
warm fluid towards the end, where it seeped from my
shrinking slit. I saw Ken and Bud staring at me with
utter concentration, and knew that they'd been totally
engrossed with my orgasm. As I finished wiping my
glans and rolled the protective covering forward, I
spoke:
"Two left. Who's next?"
"Ken?" Bud asked. "You look aroused enough." Ken said
nothing, but lay back as I had. He pulled his foreskin
fully forward and began rolling it between his
fingers, twisting it over the swollen glans. His balls
were tight against his body. So were Bud's, and I
wondered how long it would be before he writhed
helplessly in his own orgasm.
"This is what really turns Ken on," I explained to
Chris. "That twisting action's going to build up his
sensations, and when he comes, he'll grab his cock in
his full fist and thrust up into it. You'll see the
head as it's shooting." I spread Ken's towel over him
and watched his progress. Ken was now fisting the end
of his rock-hard prick, using a twisting motion on his
foreskin. As the skin twisted under his firm grip, it
moved back slightly, exposing the rounded dome. The
excess lube oozed from the end of his foreskin over
Ken's encircling fingers. Bud leaned over to smell
Ken's cock, saying:
"Ken's penis becomes very wet with lubricant. That's
why it has a stronger aroma than Jack's." I knew he
was right, as I'd noticed that myself.
"I love to watch the glans change color," Chris said.
"Yours turned dark purple just before your orgasm
began, and the corona was almost black." Ken's body
tightened as Chris spoke, and his breathing became
heavy. His legs began trembling as his eyes closed,
and we could all tell he was on the edge.
Ken cried out loudly as his hips bucked, lifting off
the bed and thrusting his prick through his fist. The
deep burgundy helmet popped through the fleshy sleeve
of foreskin and shot a long white stream into the air.
He relaxed for a second, then thrust his hips up
again, his straining cock spewing another arc of semen
toward his chest. His teeth were drawn back and his
eyes screwed shut spasmodically under the rush of
sensations.
"His helmet's so glossy and hard," Chris whispered,
awed by the sight of Ken's explosive release. Ken
thrust up again and another hot jet shot from his long
slit. I noted that Bud's eyes were fixed on Ken's
cock, enraptured by the spectacle.
"I'm going to help," Bud said, and placed the palm of
his hand over the dome of Ken's throbbing glans,
sliding it sideways. Ken cried out helplessly at this
new surge of sensation, and his body heaved again.
Bud's palm caught the discharged and it ran down over
Ken's straining glans, lubricating it further as Bud
began twisting his palm over the front of the dome.
Ken kept moaning loudly as another convulsion hit him,
and more white fluid poured from under Bud's palm.
"That smells wonderful," Bud said as he leaned in to
smell Ken's bare glans, wet with lubricant and semen.
Ken's thrusts began to diminish, and soon he was
still, his storm over. His prick lay flat against his
towel-covered stomach, the beautifully contoured
helmet totally bared and still seeping fluid. He'd had
his main discharge and now the seepage had become
clear.
"I have to come now!" Bud suddenly exclaimed in a
agonized voice. Chris and I lifted our eyes to see
Bud's fist flying over his penis, twisting hard when
it reached the glans, then twisting in the opposite
direction when it slid back to reveal the large purple
helmet. His teardrop shaped slit was wet and dripping,
and I quickly placed a towel in front of him. Bud's
eyes were tightly shut, and he threw his head back and
moaned loudly as the first hot jet spewed from his
swollen, throbbing helmet onto the towel.
Chris held my hand tightly as we watched Bud's
frenzied agony play out. His fist moved up and down,
bringing more jets spewing, as Bud cried out
helplessly. Ken had opened his eyes as Bud's orgasm
had begun, and now joined us in watching as Bud's
surges continued to pour from his throbbing penis.
Bud's lubricated fingers massaged his shaft and glans
with practiced expertise, sending sensations of
delight into his straining body.
We watched Bud's frenzied strokes slow, and then stop
as his climax came to an end. He opened his eyes to
see his audience staring avidly at him.
"I'm fascinated by the rich masculine beauty of an
orgasm," Chris said. "This gave me an extra boost
after I had mine."
"I enjoyed the different ways you guys came," Ken
contributed. "Different strokes for different folks, I
guess."
"I'm fascinated by foreskins," added Chris, "but I
love to see the glans bared during ejaculation. Some
men keep their foreskins forward during orgasm, but I
enjoy it most when I can see the throbbing glans
actually spewing. I'm glad you and Jack both thrust
your helmets out when your orgasms arrived. I think
the glans is the most attractive part of the male
anatomy."
"I enjoy watching the glans emerge from its hood as
the foreskin slides back," Bud said. "I enjoy watching
the color change as his excitement mounts and I know
he's ready. Then I see it in its naked glory while
it's ejaculating."
"I've seen one man with a long foreskin ejaculate
right through his foreskin. Despite the long drooping
nipple of skin, the jet shot straight out for about a
foot. This was many years ago." Ken had slid the long
hood forward over his shrinking helmet, but was still
dabbing at the end to catch the last droplets. Bud now
began milking himself, dabbing the accumulated cream
and lubricant from his prick. Ken and Bud were both
obviously relaxed, their scrotums loosening, as their
excitement faded.
"Chris and I are going to hit the shower first," I
said as I got up, taking our towels with us. I dropped
them into the bathroom hamper and turned on the water.
We got in, enjoying the water flowing over our bodies.
"Do you still pinch the end of your foreskin if you
have to urinate in the shower?" Chris asked.
"Not always, but I'll put on a show for you now. I
really have to get rid of all this coffee." The hot
water had stimulated my urge, and I grasped the long
nipple of my foreskin between two fingers as I let my
sphincter relax. Chris and I watched the long hood
swell like a balloon, until I released it to allow the
yellow stream to spray out in a thick gush. The hot
water had affected Chris as well, and his stream
joined mine. It was thicker than mine, and gushed with
less force because of his wide, gaping slit. I reached
for the base of his shaft, placing my thumb on top and
pressing sharply into his urethra with my finger,
suddenly stopping his flow.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" A look of pleasure came
over his face, and he pressed close to me. Now I let
go, allowing his stream to resume unimpeded. We soaped
each other, then rinsed ourselves before turning off
the water. We stepped out of the shower to dry
ourselves as Ken and Bud entered.
Finally, we were all dried and dressed, and we went
out for brunch, discussing what we'd do the rest of
the day. We drove in Ken's SUV, and decided we'd go to
a movie after brunch, then to the museum. We planned
to return in the late afternoon for another session of
four-way sex, the consensus being that Ken and I would
do "69" while Bud and Chris would do Princeton on us.
When we returned to my house around six, we weren't
hungry at all because we'd eaten heavily at brunch,
and had not quite walked off the calories. However, we
were eager to resume our mutual sex, and quickly
removed our clothes.
Ken and I lay on our left sides in a "69" position,
our faces opposite each other's crotches, and a large
bath towel between us. I began by grasping Ken's limp
prick and pushing my tongue into the opening of his
foreskin. He responded immediately, and I felt his
tongue slipping inside my foreskin nipple and probing
for my slit.
"I know that must taste wonderful," commented Chris,
sitting behind me and watching the action.
"I know it smells good," added Bud, who'd taken up a
position behind Ken. "That foreskin aroma really
fascinates me and turns me on a lot." Bud had enjoyed
smelling our foreskins during previous encounters.
Meanwhile, I was pushing my tongue deeper into Ken's
hood, exploring the broad upper surface of his large
helmet, feeling it swell against my tongue as it
hardened. Ken's salty natural lube poured out onto my
tongue, and before my eyes I saw his scrotum begin to
contract with his rising excitement. Ken's lips and
tongue were stimulating my prick, and I felt a
pleasant tingle as he stretched my foreskin with his
thick tongue.
"You both have such long foreskins," observed Chris.
"Even with full erections, your hoods cover your
helmets. Few men are that well endowed."
"Ken's is a bit looser and shorter," Bud added. "See
how it reveals the meatus now? Jack's meatus is still
hidden by the thick pucker." As Bud was speaking, I
pushed Ken's foreskin back halfway with my tongue,
baring the rounded front dome of his helmet. I felt
Ken's fingers drawing my long hood back, and the front
part of my helmet felt the cool air.
"I think it's time for us to join you two," Chris
said. "Bud and I are fully erect, even though we
haven't even touched ourselves." I lifted my head and
saw that Bud was hard, his scrotum contracted with
excitement.
"There are some "Magnum" condoms on the bedside
table," I offered. "You can lube them with the
Astroglide."
"It's a good thing they're Magnums," Chris said. "My
penis isn't very long, but it's thick, and regular
condoms feel tight on me."
"I need the length," Bud said. "Magnums provice slack
so that my penis can slide." He poured some Astroglide
into the end of a condom and unrolled it down his hard
staff. I felt Chris moving behind me, and knew he was
also getting ready. Ken lifted his right leg to allow
Bud to slip his hard cock between his thighs, and when
I lifted my leg I felt Chris snuggle his body against
mine as his thick erection found its place, the tip
just touching my balls.
"I love to use a condom for this," Bud said. I don't
risk hair burns, and Ken won't have to clean my semen
from his pubic hairs." Bud and Chris began thrusting
slowly, and I saw the end of Bud's latex-covered cock
emerge under Ken's tight scrotum. I felt Chris moving
inside the latex sleeve, and his thick cock nudged my
scrotum, then withdrew. I wrapped my lips around Ken's
hardness, savoring its warmth and its taste as I
pushed his foreskin all the way back behind his ridge.
Ken's tongue was still exploring under my foreskin,
and now I felt his warm fingers closing around my
shaft, slowly drawing the skin back.
"Don't tighten up," Chris cautioned me. "I don't want
my orgasm to start before yours." Chris kept moving
very slowly, drawing out the sensations, staying
relaxed to enjoy the pleasure to the utmost. Ken's
naked glans was engulfed in my mouth, and he began
thrusting as he became caught up in the sensations. We
both enjoyed the profound excitement of hot lips
working on our cocks while another guy's hard shaft
was sliding between our thighs, bumping our tight
sacs.
I noticed that Bud's penis had increased its pace, and
the bloated latex-covered helmet lunged at my face
with each thrust. Ken's body was tightening against
mine, and he removed his lips from my penis to
whisper:
"Any second now, Jack. "Just keep my skin back and
lick under the head." I grasped his shaft tightly with
my right hand, pulling the skin back sharply and
holding the shaft against his stomach so that my
tongue worked the hot spot under his glans. I heard
Chris murmuring in my ear as he raised his head:
"I've got a front row seat now. I'm going to enjoy
watching your magic tongue bring Ken to orgasm. I can
even smell the heat of his passion." Bud was also
peering over Ken's neck to see the action and his hand
wrapped around my cock. Ken had removed his mouth to
avoid biting me as the spasms of orgasm flooded his
body, but Bud was keeping me stimulated by working my
foreskin over the hard, swollen helmet. I kept my
tongue lashing at Ken's thick gee-string, also hitting
the sides of his triangular groove where the two
halves of his ridge met. Ken's chest was heaving
against my stomach as he began to grunt and I knew he
was right on the brink.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard him grunt as his cock
throbbed hard against my tongue and his first jet
erupted. I felt his body straining against mine as the
shocks of orgasm went through him, pushing him into
the mindless free-fall where time stops and the
contractions of ejaculation dominate the senses. I
felt each heavy pulse against my tongue as successive
jets shot through his urethra. Ken's hips were bucking
as he was caught up in the frenzy of his orgasm, and
his shaft throbbed hard in my encircling fingers.
Chris's hand moved between us and I saw his finger
caress the broad top side of Ken's helmet, adding to
the sensations.
"I love to watch his naked glans shooting its jets,"
Chris murmured in my ear. "It's so dark and glossy..."
He'd stopped thrusting, completely caught up in
watching the spectacle. I thought Bud had also
stopped, but Ken's hips kept bucking, his tight
scrotum bumping my forehead each time another torrent
of fluid erupted from his turgid glans.
Ken's thrusts began to relent, and the pace of his
throbs also slowed as he emptied himself. I felt his
body begin to relax as Chris again spoke:
"Ken's just seeping now. I think he'll be coming to in
a minute." I moved my head slightly, and my tongue
swiped across Ken's long slit, savoring the heavy
salty taste and I inhaled Ken's mild chlorine odor. I
pressed my fingertip into the underside of his shaft,
gently stroking forward, and a heavy flow of Ken's
cream and lube poured onto my waiting tongue. I saw
Chris's finger dip into the puddle of cream on the
towel and heard him sigh as he licked his finger
behind me.
"I love the way he tastes, too. Ken's very sexy. Be
glad he's one of our group." Ken's body was utterly
relaxed now, and I knew he was sinking into the daze
that follows climax.
"I almost had my orgasm too just then," said Bud.
"When Ken began his climax, his thighs contracted
sharply around my penis, and his pelvic thrusting
almost set me off." We all lay still for a minute,
waiting for Ken to recover from his dazed state.
Finally Ken raised his head and moved back slightly
from me.
"Wow! That was intense!" he said. "Now I think you
ought to be next, Jack. Then Chris and Bud can have
their jollies." His fingers pulled his foreskin
forward to cover his helmet and his lips closed around
my penis as Bud removed his hand. I felt Ken's lips
forcing back the hood, his tongue tickling my hole,
sending thrills down to the root of my cock. Now his
lips locked behind my naked ridge, and he twisted his
head, making my cock-root throb in response. I saw
Bud's penis again thrusting between Ken's thighs, and
felt Chris resume his movements, very slowly. I knew
that Chris had to control himself because the slippery
latex was sliding up and down his super-sensitive
gee-string.
Ken knew what turned me on, and he pulled back hard on
my shaft skin to stretch the nerve endings as his lips
and tongue aggressively attacked my helmet. Chris's
thick penis nudging my tight sac added to my
sensations, and despite myself I felt my body tensing.
I wanted to prolong the anticipation, but they were
forcing me to the edge. I felt my thighs tightening
around Chris' hard shaft, and he stopped thrusting to
avoid going into orgasm.
My swollen glans ached for relief. A sharp tickle
began in the rim, and when it changed to a hot tingle
that pervaded the entire helmet my eyes closed. My
world was shrinking rapidly, and within seconds I was
aware only of the delicious and compelling sensations
in my crotch. I was breathing heavily, now, my muscles
contracting, and Ken pushed his head forward to
deep-throat my glans. I felt the pinch of pain as Ken
yanked back hard on my shaft skin, stretching the
nerve endings, and my world exploded.
I heard myself crying out in the distance as the heavy
pounding of orgasm began in my cock-root. A hot,
burning jet rushed up my urethra and I dissolved into
mindless sensation. My cock-root throbbed again,
sending another gush of hot juice to fill my tube in
its rush to the end of my penis. Suddenly I felt Ken's
teeth scraping my helmet, and I cried out helplessly
as my hips bucked automatically. I felt Chris's tip
pushing against my tight sac, and then I shot again,
filled with the delicious agony of orgasm.
I was in mindless limbo, aware only of the throbbing
in my crotch and the hot jets shooting through my
cock. The throbs were weaker now, and the jets changed
to a slow seeping, as my orgasm wound down from its
peak. Ken removed his mouth just in time, because my
glans was becoming hyper-sensitive. I lay utterly
still, unable to move, barely able to think, and with
my eyes still closed against the outside world.
Chris's voice roused me:
"You had an intense orgasm, but I missed the show. Ken
kept you in his mouth and he swallowed all of your
juices. You're still swollen now, and there's a slight
seepage from your teardrop meatus." I felt Ken's
finger milking the underside of my cock, and I opened
my eyes to see the residue dribbling from my
helmet-hole.
"Did you almost have orgasm while Jack was
ejaculating?" Bud asked Chris, who was reaching for a
taste of my juices with a fingertip.
"His thighs squeezed my penis, but I wasn't on the
brink as you were because I stopped thrusting," said
Chris while licking his finger. "I think that when I
resume thrusting, I'll be over the edge very quickly,
after witnessing these two spectacles." Ken pulled my
foreskin forward to protect the sensitive head as Bud
slowly resumed thrusting into him.
"Chris, when I see that you're ready to come, I'll
tickle the underside of your head," Ken said. "I saw
how sensitive your gee-string is, and that'll put you
into orbit."
"It will, be sure of that," muttered Chris as he got
into the rhythm of thrusting. His thick glans and
shaft slid smoothly between my thighs, heightening his
arousal, and I heard his breathing deepen. I was
clear-headed now, and said to Ken:
"When Chris gets close, don't push your finger in
there. Just put it where he'll feel it at the end of
the forward stroke. I think it'll be better that way."
I wasn't sure how well I'd explained it, but Ken
nodded his head in understanding. Meanwhile, I saw the
end of Bud's long penis appear regularly under Ken's
balls.
"I'm close," Bud muttered. "Really close..." His
breathing was heavy, and I watched his long penis
lunge out from between Ken's thighs as his rhythm
increased. I warned Chris:
"Try to hold off, Chris. Bud can't hold it any
longer," I said. Chris responded by stopping, and I
felt his warm hardness resting under my perineum, as
he took deep breaths to control his excitement.
"It's becoming so hot between your thighs, Ken..." Bud
trailed off. I watched the latex-covered helmet
lunging toward my eyes, then disappearing, as Bud's
thrusts became longer and harder. I felt the moment
was right, and rested my hand on the inside of Ken's
thigh, one fingertip placed to that the underside of
Bud's glans would bump against it at the end of each
forward thrust. Bud's big helmet pushed through Ken's
thighs again, and this time I pressed my fingertip
hard against the hot spot under the head. Bud howled
in joyful agony as the fresh sensations overtook him,
and he began coming.
Bud's long prick lunged repeatedly through Ken's
thighs, the top of the helmet sliding against Ken's
balls while I pressed against the underside with my
fingertip. I saw the condom begin to distend with
creamy fluid as the fury of orgasm wracked Bud's prick
and cock-root. Bud's frenzied grunting filled the room
as I pressed my finger farther to add to his
sensations, hitting the hot spot under the helmet each
time he thrust.
I knew Chris was passively enjoying Bud's orgasm,
having a vicarious thrill as he watched. Bud's hard
prick continued to slide into view, bumping against my
finger, and then retreated between Ken's thighs.
However, the pace was slower now, because Bud had
siphoned off most of his juice. I saw that the end of
the condom was ballooned out with fluid, and Bud was
still pouring some into the latex sheath.
Finally Bud was still, recovering from the agonized
ecstasy that had driven his frenzied thrusts, and I
relaxed as well as I waited for Bud to open his eyes.
Ken spoke:
"I felt the ridge of the helmet against my body every
time you thrust, Bud. That was nice. I felt every
throb." I remembered from having done Princeton with
Bud that his flaring ridge had been very prominent
against the underside of my body, and I'd felt every
movement. Now I felt Chris begin to thrust between my
thighs, his hard thickness sliding smoothly through
the latex against my body. Ken lifted his leg to let
Bud withdraw, and now both of them were watching Bud
make the run for his thrill.
"Go for it, Chris," I urged. "You really need relief.
You've been waiting the longest." Chris didn't say
anything, but increased his thrusts. I waited for his
excitement to build up, wanting him to experience the
same hot thrills I'd had minutes before and knowing it
wouldn't be a long wait. I felt Chris slide an arm
under me, and his other wrapped around my chest from
above, and now he was hugging me tightly as he drove
his thick cock between my thighs. I felt the blunt
head nudge my sac with each lunge, as his hips slammed
hard into my buttocks. He was driving hard in his race
to orgasm.
"It's so hot between your thighs," Chris moaned into
my ear as he threw himself into it. I wanted him to
enjoy it as much as he could, and tightened my thighs
around his thrusting shaft. Chris began grunting hard
between labored breaths, as his frenzy increased. Ken
was still in the "69" position with me, but his head
was raised and I saw him watching Chris's cock as the
tip emerged under my balls.
Now Ken moved his arm, and I felt his hand rest
against my thigh as he put his finger where the
sensitive underside of Chris's cock would touch it
with each lunge. Chris groaned loudly as his tip slid
forward under my balls and against Ken's finger,
feeling the slippery stimulation of the fingertip on
his gee-string through the wet latex. He drew back,
and then lunged forward with a loud cry, overwhelmed
by the sensations that flooded his cock and triggered
his climax.
I felt the first hard throb of his cock against my
body as Chris gripped me tightly, and knew that his
juice was pouring into the condom. His body was
straining against mine as he stopped thrusting, just
keeping his throbbing cock forward where Ken's
fingertip sent hot sparks of sensation stabbing into
his gee-string. I tightened my thigh muscles
rhythmically, enhancing his sensations, as he bit my
neck in passion as he grunted.
I clearly felt the hard throbs of Chris's cock in my
perineum now that he was still, and knew that with
each heavy pulse another torrent of fluid was pouring
into the latex sheath. I reached down and my fingertip
found the front of his glans. I pressed in and began
moving my fingertip in circles around his straining,
gaping slit, feeling the firmness of the head as it
throbbed hard against my finger.
"I love to feel his entire body come," said Bud, who
had moved behind, me, sandwiching Chris between his
body and mine. I wasn't sure if Chris was fully aware
that all three of us were doing our best to enhance
his orgasm, but I was sure he was in the same mindless
limbo I'd occupied a short while ago. I felt the
tightness of his muscles behind me, the hardness of
his throbbing cock under my perineum, and the pulsing
of his glans in my fingertip as he drained himself.
His orgasm faded almost imperceptibly, because he'd
gone rigid when it had begun. I was aware that the
pulses in his cock were weaker, and that his grunts
had begun to fade.
"His eyes are closed," Bud's voice said behind me. I
was surprised, because I hadn't seen Chris close his
eyes during previous orgasms we'd shared. I knew then
that this one had been particularly intense.
We all began to relax, waiting for Chris to recover.
Both Ken and I had stopped stroking his prick through
the swollen latex sheath, and I lifted my thigh to
allow him to slip out when he was ready. I felt
Chris's arms relax around me, and knew that he was
coming down off his high. He moved slightly and his
prick slid from between my thighs.
Bud was on his knees as I rolled over, and I saw the
heavy end of the cream-filled condom hanging down
between his legs. I handed him the towel and he
slipped the latex sheath easily off his shrunken cock,
enveloping it in the terrycloth. He wiped his slippery
wet dick with the end of the towel, watching Chris all
the while.
Chris was on his back, eyes just opening, his now
shrunken cock flat on his stomach, the latex bulging
with fluid. It was hard to understand why it hadn't
burst while he'd been filling it with his cream
because it was so distended. Bud gently lifted his
prick and laid a towel on his stomach.
"That was devastating," Chris whispered weakly. "I'd
been excited for such a long time, but it came upon me
so suddenly that I was paralyzed."
"Ken and I stroked your tip through the rubber to make
you come," I explained.
"When you did that it felt as if a powerful electric
shock was running through my glans and shaft. I just
went rigid and it felt as if my entire being was
pouring out through my penis," Chris said.
"I felt the tension in your body," I said. "I think
Bud did too, because he was right behind you when you
started coming."
"I did," Bud added. "You were tight as a spring. I'm
glad it was so intense for you." Bud leaned down and
Kissed Chris lightly on the lips. Ken swiveled to face
me, and I felt his arms slip around me as he kissed
me.
Bud bent over Chris and eased the condom off his now
limp cock. Gushes of cream oozed between the shaft and
the rubber ring as Bud slipped it off. Bud laid it
down on the end of the towel and wrapped the
terrycloth around Chris's flaccid penis, squeezing it
and milking it to wipe away his residue. We all had
droplets of cream still inside us, and we busied
ourselves forcing them out.
We now sat looking at each other, gratified and spent,
supremely satisfied with the intimacy of sharing our
climaxes. Chris held my hand and Bud held Ken's.
Now I'm hungry," Ken said. "Anyone want to go out to
eat?"
"I'd rather send out for a pizza," Bud replied. "That
way we don't have to get dressed. I know there's beer
in the refrigerator, and I think that would do well
for all of us."
"I'm with you, Bud," I said. I moved to the telephone
and then we sat down to wait for the delivery.

The end