Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 07:04:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ken and Roy, Adult Friends, 1/2

Ken and Roy 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

The phone rang early Friday evening, and when I picked
up I heard Ken's voice:
"Hey, Jack, a friend of mine, Roy, just dropped in
from out of town. I'm sure you'd like to meet him, so
if you're free, why not pop over? Stay the night with
us, if you want." I'd been planning to see Ken the
next morning anyway, so it wasn't a problem packing a
couple of things and driving to his house then and
there.
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll be over in maybe half an
hour." He rang off, and I quickly changed, packed a
bag with a few things I might need for an overnight
stay, and got underway. Friday evening traffic was
heavy as usual, but I arrived in exactly 30 minutes as
I'd promised. When Ken opened the door, he stood
behind it and I guessed that he was already in the
buff, and probably his friend was too. I entered and
saw Roy standing in the living room. Ken quickly made
the introductions while Roy and I scrutinized each
other.
Roy was in his early 40s, like Ken and myself, slim,
about six feet, but with blond hair and blue eyes. Ken
and I have brown hair and eyes. Roy had an oval face,
with full lips, and as I quickly stripped down my eyes
traveled down to his crotch. I was out of my clothes
in a minute so that he could see me as well.
Roy's half-hard cock arced forward and down over a
low-hanging set of balls, and I guessed that as both
he and Ken were half-hard they'd been anticipating my
arrival with a little mutual fondling. Roy's cock-head
was only half covered with skin, leaving the round
front dome bare. It was a pink mushroom type head, big
but with a flat rim that didn't flare the way mine and
Ken's did.
"Hey Roy, you cut?" I asked. I'd seen a lot of cocks
that way, cut but with only the front ring of the
foreskin removed, and I wondered if he'd been snipped.
"No, I never was, although when I get hard the skin
pulls back all the way. That's why it seems cut. When
I was a kid, I had skin that covered the whole head,
but when I hit 13 the tip started growing and grew
right out of it."
Both Ken and I had long foreskins that formed a nipple
beyond the glans when soft, and still covered our
helmets when hard. Roy apparently had a short
foreskin, and I asked him more about it:
"Does it ever cover the head when you're soft?"
"No, not these days. Even when I'm completely soft it
covers only part-way. I guess yours always was long,
and still is, like Ken's."
"Yeah, you can see mine has a nipple at the end, and
it's pretty tight. I guess you don't have to skin back
to pee, right?"
"No, I'm already skinned back, you could say. Before I
hit puberty, my skin was tight, and one day when my
father took me in for a physical, the doctor told him
I should be circumcised. My father told him no,
because his skin had been tight just like mine when he
was a kid, and he grew out of it. His cock had a big
head like mine, and it just popped out of the skin
when he matured. Both our skins just stretched."
"I'm glad your father didn't let him circumcise you,"
Ken said, contributing to the conversation. "That
would have been a shame. Jack and I had the same
experience, since we both had really long foreskins
when we were kids. We still do." He led us back to the
bedroom, where we sat on the big queen-size mattress
facing each other.

"My father and the doctor got into a real screaming
argument about it," Roy said. "The doc told him I'd
get cancer and VD and other infections if he left the
skin on, but my father knew better. He knew how nice
it was to have a foreskin, which is why he'd said no
when my mother wanted me circumcised when I was born."
"My mother didn't want me cut," said Ken. "Both she
and my father knew it was better to leave it alone.
They'd been born in Europe, where they don't do that
shit." At this point our cocks were almost fully hard,
even though we hadn't touched each other. The talk
about cocks was getting us all aroused. I noticed that
the skin on Roy's tip had pulled back flat along his
shaft, leaving the pink mushroom fully exposed.
"My skin was really long and tight when I was a kid,"
I said. "When I was ten, the doctor told my father I'd
have a problem with it unless he snipped it, but my
father said no. There was no argument. The doctor just
let it go at that." I saw that Roy's tip, which had
been pink when I'd arrived, was now purple, but not as
dark as Ken's or mine.
"When you jack yourself can you stretch the skin all
the way over the head, or is it too short?" I asked.
"Yeah, the skin stretches, but I usually just hold the
shaft and bring the skin up against the rim. My rim's
pretty sensitive, and that's enough to get me off."
His explanation brought back pleasant memories of some
of the most exciting jerk-offs I'd had, holding my
foreskin back in a thick collar and just jiggling it,
enjoying the pleasant jolts of sensation to the base
of the glans.
"I've done that too, because I like to watch the head
swell and turn darker when I'm about to come," I said.
"Jack and I can bring the skin all the way over the
head when we stroke, but we've held it back to keep
the head free a lot of times," Ken said. "Personally,
I like to keep my slit free so that I can shoot
instead of dribbling into my foreskin."
"Same here," I added. ""Though often I miss the show
because my eyes usually close when I come."
"When we do each other, though, we can watch the cream
shoot if we hold the skin back," Ken said. "We also
see the head get darker. That's a real turn-on. We
really enjoy stroking each other's pricks."
"It's a vicarious thrill for us," I explained. "I
really love to wrap my fingers around Ken's cock and
make him come."
"Roy also has a long slit, like mine," Ken pointed
out, skinning his back to show us both the similarity.
Ken was already leaking lube, as he always did at the
slightest arousal. Roy's exposed slit was long and
tight, but there was a slight wetness at the lower end
where a drop of lube was trying to seep through it. I
reached out and pressed my fingertip against Roy's
slit, feeling the wetness as I pushed. I began
spreading the lube in small circles around his slit.
"That turn you on?" I asked.
"Feels good, but it feels better when you stroke
around the rim. My rim's really sensitive because it's
always under the skin when I'm not hard." Now that Roy
was fully hard, with foreskin drawn tightly back, I
studied the shape of his glans. It was the classic
wide mushroom type, with a high corona that stood out
starkly above the shaft, but without a hint of flare.
Roy's mushroom was shorter than the head on my cock or
Ken's, because his ridge did not sweep back as
sharply. His large rim glistened in the soft room
light, and was studded with little bumps that I knew
were nerve endings. I lifted his cock to see the
underside.
"You've got a thick gee-string like Ken's," I
commented. "Mine isn't as long or thick, and doesn't
pull the head down when you pull on it." Roy reached
for my cock, twisting the foreskin over the head a few
times before easing it back to uncover my glans. I
gathered another drop of lube from his tip and ran my
fingertip around his corona. I noted that Roy's fully
aroused cock was somewhat longer than my six inches,
about the same length as Ken's.
"I see that," he said. "I guess you like having your
skin twisted like Ken." His warm fingers continued to
stroke my foreskin, drawing it forward again and
pulling it out from my body, then pushing it back so
he could see my naked glans.
"Yeah, that feels good," I murmured, enjoying the
sensations. We three really enjoyed comparing cocks,
and I think I enjoyed it the most.
"Yours has a nice smell to it," he said as he reached
with his other hand to uncover Ken's swollen tip. "I
think the smell of cock's really hot." I leaned over
and put my face close to his naked glans, inhaling
deeply.
"Yours is nice too. It smells different from Ken's,
but it's really nice." We were also aroused by the
odors of each other's cocks. I used my other hand to
cup his balls, which had already begun to tighten
against his body.
"Ken told me you don't lube as much as we do," Roy
said. "Your slit's wide open, though."
"Like a teardrop," Ken said. "I can give him some of
my lube." He dipped a finger into the drop that parted
the lips of his long slit and lovingly rubbed around
my rim with his lubricated finger, sending a shiver
through my body.
"That's a nice helmet head," Roy said. "Just like
Ken's. My rim doesn't flare like you guys."
"No, but it's pretty sensitive, isn't it?" I asked as
I caressed it.
"Yeah, I really like it when you run your finger
around it like that. You make my rim tingle." I looked
at Ken's crotch and saw that his scrotum was tighter
than it had been a couple of minutes ago. Roy's balls
had also shrunk.
"Your balls are getting tight," I said to Roy as I
continued to cup and knead them, pressing my
fingertips into the warm and tender flesh behind them.
"I noticed yours are already tight," he answered.
"They always that way?"
"As long as I can remember. I never had low hangers
like you and Ken."
"The doctor ever put a finger up under your balls and
ask you to cough?" Roy asked.
"Yeah, a lot when I was a kid," I replied. "Not
anymore, though. I guess if you don't have a hernia
when you're young, it probably won't happen."
"My doctor still does it," Ken added. "Maybe he didn't
get the word."
"My doctor still asks me to skin it back each time I
go in for a check-up," I said. "I think he still can't
believe skin that tight can go back. He always seems
surprised when I can skin it back."
"My doctor doesn't bother," Roy said. "He sees how
it's already half back, so he must figure I can get it
back the rest of the way. How about you, Ken?"
"My doctor still asks me to skin it, since I have a
long hood. It's looser than Jack's, so skinning back's
no problem."
"The doc ever do it to you?" I asked Ken.
"Once or twice. It's long, but always slides back nice
and easy, so none of them suggested I get it clipped
since I've been an adult."
"Once a woman doctor had me lie on the table and she
skinned it back herself. She seemed to be fascinated
by my foreskin, and kept working it back and forth. I
think she'd never seen one on an adult, only newborn
babies before they got clipped."
"Did it make you hard?" Ken asked.
"Not really. Only half-hard. When she saw me getting
up there, she stopped."
"When I was a kid, one doctor got me all the way hard,
trying to skin mine back," Roy added. "To this day, I
don't know if he was really trying to see if it would
go back, or just loved playing with my skin."
"You guys have longer cocks, than I do," I said.
"They're about the same thickness as mine, and I like
the way they look." We were enjoying the discussion
about each other's masculinity, and I knew we could go
on for hours in this vein.
"All of us have straight shafts," Ken said. "Jack's
and mine have that big vein on the right, but yours
seems to be smooth all round," he said to Roy.
"Your tips are different from mine," Roy responded.
"You both have that sexy flare in the rim." Roy's
corona was flat on top, although it stood about a
quarter-inch off the neck of his shaft. "You're also
got a lot more skin. Mine just lays back behind the
rim when I get hard. Yours bunches up behind your
rims." As he spoke, his fingers continued to slide my
thick hood up and down my engorged head.
"We've all got big tips," Ken said. "I've seen you
walk naked, Roy. Your cock swings back and forth when
you move, just like mine and Jack's."
"Yeah, big tips are so sexy," Roy replied. "I really
like yours. They're both darker purple than mine. That
color is so nice." The sight of Roy's big sexy tip was
temptin
g, and I shifted my position to bring my head closer.
"I like that heavy-ended look. Here, let me taste your
big tip," I suggested. I steadied his shaft with one
hand as I ran my tongue around Roy's corona and felt
his cock throb between my encircling fingers. The
blood-filled head was hot against my tongue, and
glassy smooth. Then I probed his slit with my
tongue-tip, parting the lips to taste his salty lube.
"Love that taste," I said. "It's a bit different from
the way Ken tastes, but delicious anyway." I returned
to Roy's crown, caressing the little sensitive buds
with my tongue.
"That looks good," Ken said as he spread a towel under
us. "You keep that up, Jack, and you'll make him shoot
damn quick."
"He will, Ken. My rim's so sensitive, and I need to
bust my nut so bad." I could feel his glans throb
against my tongue as I worked on his corona. Now I
felt Ken's warm fingers encircle my shaft, gently and
lovingly.
"I'll keep you going, Jack. You just work on Roy so
that he shoots. Don't worry about me for right now.
I'll catch up with you guys later." Ken's fingers
moved my foreskin gently along the length of my glans,
not pumping hard but slowly enough so that I was in no
danger of creaming while I worked on Roy's staff and
mushroom. I pulled down on his shaft-skin, stretching
the retracted foreskin to the limit because I knew
that the tension on the skin and gee-string would add
to Roy's excitement.
Now Roy was on his side, his cock pointing at my face,
and I ran my tongue around his rim and down to the hot
spot under the head where the two halves of his corona
met to form a deep triangular groove. His taut
gee-string was attached at the bottom of the groove
and I pressed my tongue-tip into his hot spot, feeling
his body shudder in response.
"I haven't come in three days," he moaned. "My tip's
tingling now, and really hot." Inches in front of my
eyes, Roy's hot hard glans was turning darker,
especially around the rim. I gripped his shaft tighter
and pulled downward as I grasped his sac with my other
hand to exert traction.
"Wow, I like that, Jack. Keep pulling on my balls,
it's so hot!" The surface of his glans was hardening
against my tongue. Ken's warm fingers continued to
slide my hood slowly along the head.
"His eyes are closing, Jack," Ken said. "Any second
now." Roy had stopped speaking as the sensations
captured all of his attention. He began to moan
loudly, and I knew he was very close. My tongue made
another circuit around his hard corona and I lapped at
the tight ring of retracted foreskin. Now I probed
under the head again, and I felt his body shudder
hard. His cock throbbed in my fist, and he let out a
loud helpless cry of ecstasy as his first contraction
expelled a thick stream of cream from his long slit.
Roy yelled again and spewed another thick white jet
into the air. The cream parted the lips of his slit
and shot onto the towel. Roy's cock was jerking in my
fist as he shot again and again, totally caught up in
the frenzy of his orgasm. Now the jets were weaker,
and I knew he was slowing down as the end approached.
Finally, his big tip was just oozing, and I released
his cock.
Roy opened his eyes to look at us, as his breathing
slowed to normal and his body relaxed. His erection
was subsiding and as the head shrunk the foreskin
began slipping forward to cover it. He studied our
hard cocks and said:
"Your foreskins lock back behind your rims. Mine goes
forward unless I'm hard."
"Mine locks behind the rim even when I'm soft," I
said. "I think Ken's does too."
"Yes, mine does too," said Ken. "That's convenient
when peeing. I don't have to hold on tight to keep it
back."
"Good thing, too," I added. "A couple of times I
skinned back but wasn't careful to lock it behind the
ridge, and it slipped forward and suddenly my stream
was splattering all over the place." Ken reached out
and tugged my foreskin forward to normal position,
where it formed a thick pucker beyond the glans..
"See, that thick pucker really obstructs the stream,"
he said to Roy.
"Boy, I like the way the big head shows through the
skin, even though the skin's thick." Roy reached for
my penis and began jiggling the hood back and forth
over the head. "I can feel the rim through the skin."
Ken joined in, cupping my balls, as I lay back on the
bed.
"I guess you can be next," Ken said to me. "You really
worked hard getting Roy off, and now it's your turn."
"Sure you want to wait?" I asked Ken.
"No problem. I don't mind. I know the longer I wait
the hotter it will be for me." Ken's long fingers
encased my sac, and I felt his fingertips touching the
skin behind my balls. Roy had stopped jiggling my hood
and was now squeezing the head, making my cock-root
throb with every squeeze.
"That feel good." He asked. I nodded, and he continued
to apply rhythmic squeezes.
"Each time you squeeze him I can feel his cock-root
throb," Ken said. Roy had my foreskin fully forward
and kept squeezing my glans through the thick hood,
sending a thrill down my shaft each time. I was now
totally relaxed, enjoying the sensations, anticipating
what was to come.
"Now for something a little different," Roy said as he
stopped squeezing and began to slide my long skin in
full strokes up and down the long head. Each long
smooth slide generated pleasant feelings, and after
about a minute the surface of my dick-head was filled
with a tickling sensation.
Ken's other hand wrapped tightly around the base of my
shaft, squeezing the veins. I felt my glans swell a
bit more, as it filled out completely with blood.
"You made the head turn darker," Roy said as he
stripped the skin back all the way and held it
retracted. "It must be getting really sensitive."
"Let me give you some of my lube," said Ken. "I'll
just milk my cock and drip it onto his head." I felt a
torrent of warm drops dripping onto my glans, and when
Roy pulled my foreskin up it slid very smoothly,
cushioned by a thick film of Ken's lubricant.
"That made it smooth, real smooth," Roy said as he
continued to slide my hood up and down the long head.
I felt Ken's fingers tighten slightly around my sac,
then press into the tender flesh behind it.
"Now skin him back, Roy," he said. "Keep the skin back
and stroke the head with your fingertips."
"Just the rim, or the whole head?" Roy asked. His
fingers were caressing my corona, sending thrills down
my shaft.
"No, work your fingertips all over the head. Jack's
head is sensitive all over because his skin normally
keeps it covered. You'll get him off fast this way.
Just watch his reaction." Roy's fingers began working
around the head, running down the rim and then
pressing into the hot spot under my glans, and then
caressing the blunt nose. Hot sparks of sensation
stabbed deeply into my glans and I began moaning
uncontrollably.
"Yeah, I see what you mean, Ken. He's really into it
now." Roy ran his fingers around the head, and then
caressed the broad upper surface, making me shudder
and cry out. It felt as if I were about to come
immediately, but the sensual torture continued without
my cock-root exploding. The tickle in my glans changed
to a hot tingle, and I knew I was getting close.
"See how the head got even darker, Roy? You're really
turning him on." Roy's fingertips moved to the blunt
nose of my glans, working around my distended orifice,
and then traveled back smoothly to the rim, only to
plunge into the deep groove behind it and hit the
nerve endings there. I moaned even louder, totally
captivated by the intensity of the sensations.
"Jack's tip feels harder now," Roy commented. "It was
a little spongy before, but now it feels hard like a
marble. The back of his rim's almost black." His
fingers danced over my glans in light teasing touches
that made my nerve endings quiver. My cock began to
jerk and throb as the sensations built up, and my legs
began to tremble.
"You've got him on the edge, Roy. Just keep doing that
and you'll make him cream any second." The combination
of Roy's stroking fingers, Ken's tight grip on my
shaft, and his cupping my balls drove me to the brink,
and despite my best effort to relax, I felt my
cock-root tighten.
"AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!" I cried out as the sensations
peaked and I tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm. My
cock-root clenched hard for a second, then released
its first hot torrent with a heavy spasm that made me
cry out helplessly. Stars flashed before my eyes as
the burning jet coursed up my urethra and shot from
the end. Another spasm gripped me and I shot again,
yelping in joyful agony as the sensations totally
overwhelmed me.
"Man, he's loud," Roy said as he lovingly caressed my
glans, faster now to give me more intense sensations.
Another hot jet blew through my penis to erupt from my
throbbing tip.
"That's how he gets when he's having a hot one," Ken
explained. "You're really giving it to him." My crotch
muscles tightened in another spasm and more juice went
flying.
"His tip's throbbing so hard..." Roy said as he worked
his fingertips around my rim and pressed my hot spot
under the head. I cried out again as another string of
cream spewed from my swollen glans. My sensations
peaked and suddenly the head was too sensitive.
"AH-AH-AH!" I cried out, and I heard Ken tell Roy to
stop. My naked cock-head throbbed as the last few
spasms ran their course, with Ken still holding my
shaft and balls.
"I guess that's it," said Roy. "He stopped shooting.
His prick's just drooling now." I knew that my cream
was just oozing instead of shooting forcefully, as I'd
pretty much drained myself during the hot spasms of
climax. I felt my body relax, and then Ken's fingers
delicately pulled my foreskin up to protect the head.
Now my prick lay on my stomach, seeping its last
drops, and I opened my eyes to see Roy and Ken smiling
down at me. Roy leaned over to kiss me tenderly on the
lips.
"There. That's for you," he said. "You gave me such a
hot one that I'm glad I was able to return the favor."
Ken kissed me next, his tongue parting my lips
slightly, controlling his passion, because he was the
only one who hadn't yet come. Although I was still
dazed from my orgasm, I rolled toward him and pushed
him flat on the bed. His penis was stiff, lying
against his abdomen, the big helmet covered by his
long foreskin, and I noted that it was still drooling
lubricant.
"I'm going to let you dock my finger,' I said as I
pushed my index finger into his foreskin's wet gaping
orifice, probing for his long slit from which the
clear nectar poured. Ken gasped as my fingertip
contacted his sensitive glans and began spreading the
lips of his slit. I worked my finger in small circles
around the slit, searching for more nerve endings to
tickle, and felt his hard glans throb as he moaned
loudly.
"I'll cup your balls, Ken," said Roy as his hand
snaked between Ken's thighs to encase his scrotum.
Ken's balls were almost retracted with excitement, and
Roy kneaded them gently as I continued to caress the
hooded tip of his penis.
"Clamp your fist around his shaft," I told Roy.
"That's to make sure the head's filled out."
"Does it make the head more sensitive?" Roy asked. "It
does on me." I felt Ken's glans lose its spongy feel
and harden under my fingertip. His foreskin was
thinner than mine, and the outline of his rim stood
out clearly through the hood.
"I'm sure it does, Roy. His tip's getting harder now,
and he can feel every touch perfectly." I pushed my
finger deeper into the loose hood, probing for the
sensitive corona, and when I reached it I swept my
finger down one side, ending up in the triangular
groove under the head. Ken's body shuddered and when I
pressed my finger against his gee-string he gasped in
surprise and delight.
"You really hit his hot spot under there," Roy said.
"His eyes just closed." I knew this was a sign that
Ken was withdrawing into himself as the sensations
mounted, becoming oblivious to everything except the
compelling sensations in his groin.
"Yeah, he's getting hotter," I replied. Now I ran my
finger up the other side of his rim, caressing the
back-face and the deep groove behind it. Ken's body
was quivering now, his legs twitching, and I knew that
I was getting him closer to the moment of release.
"Strip him back, Jack. I want to see the big head. Get
the skin all the way back so we can watch the head
shoot." I pried the foreskin back from one side of
Ken's engorged glans, bringing the sensitive wet
surface into view. Ken's cock-head seemed to be
sculpted, its sharply defined contours and the flaring
edge of his corona now naked to our gaze. Dripping
with lubricant, it glistened wetly as I massaged its
many nerve endings.
"See? Nice and purple, Roy. He's right on the edge."
The lips of Ken's slit were distended by a steady
stream of lubricant that made his glans wet and
slippery. I knew that this copious lubrication masked
and softened the sensations produced by my caressing
finger, but this also prolonged the period of
anticipation, when he felt he was about to come, and
his body was tensing for the explosion.
"He's really hot," said Roy. "I can feel his cock-root
throbbing." Ken's sac was tight and contracted, the
testicles clearly defined through the wrinkled skin. I
felt the swollen glans throbbing against my finger,
and drew it around the circumference to push the
remaining foreskin back to lock behind the flaring
rim. Ken's legs were trembling now, and his stomach
muscles tightened visibly.
"Beautiful head, isn't it?" I asked Roy. The long
helmet-shaped glans was gloriously exposed and we
could see its burgundy color that darkened towards the
high flaring rim. I caressed the broad upper surface
with several fingers, moving back to rotate my
fingertips around the hard, swollen rim. Ken's body
stiffened, and a moment later he howled as the first
hard throb pounded against my fingers.
"He's coming!" Roy shouted as we watched a thick
stream of cream shoot from the end of Ken's dick,
arcing onto his chest and stomach. Ken's hips bucked
hard as a second gush erupted and he howled his cries
of helpless agony again. Ken's face was red, and his
lips drawn back with the frenzy of orgasm. I twirled
my fingertips around the big throbbing glans again,
provoking another hot spasm that sent a thick gush
through the distended lips of his long slit.
Ken cried out again as his hot hard glans throbbed
between my fingers, pouring another thick white stream
onto his stomach. He was trembling all over, caught up
in the fury of orgasm, as his cock throbbed again.
This time it was weaker, and less came out of the
slit. The next gush was not as white and had less
pressure. I knew he was over the peak, and any moment
his tip would become hyper-sensitive. I ran my ringers
around the flaring rim for the last time, and removed
them to let his orgasm fade naturally.
"He's just seeping now," I told Roy. "It still feels
good, but he's close to the end."
"His tip gets sensitive too?" Roy asked. He'd noted
that I'd stopped stimulating Ken's hard glans.
"Yeah, just like mine does," I replied. "I'm just
going to stroke his skin slightly from now on." I
pulled his foreskin half-way up the long glans,
leaving the nose free to drool the last of his semen.
Slight pulses of clear fluid parted the lips of Ken's
slit, and I realized that we'd forgotten to place a
towel on his stomach as we'd been caught up in the
excitement. He'd have to take a shower quickly to
avoid having the fluid dry and stick to his hairs.
Ken's body relaxed, and we sat back, satisfied that
we'd given him a first-class orgasm. He lay there
inert for a couple of minutes before opening his eyes.
I leaned over and kissed him, then Roy kissed his
lips. The three of us had bonded powerfully by working
together to give each other hot, mind-stopping
orgasms, and we enjoyed the mood.
"Better get into the shower," I said as Ken opened his
eyes. "If your cream dries, it'll stick to your hair."
Ken got up and went into the bathroom. Roy and I
followed.
"Want some company in there?" Roy asked with easy
familiarity.
"Love it," Ken answered as he turned on the water. We
crowded in with him and enjoyed the hot streams
coursing over our bodies.
"That hot water makes me want to pee," Roy said.
"Do it, Roy," Ken urged. "I gotta go too. How about
you, Jack?" I reached out and pinched the nipple of
his foreskin shut before replying. Roy had turned half
away from us and as the end of his mushroom was
exposed to view, the thick yellow stream that drained
from the front of his pink glans was clearly visible.
I saw how the lips of his long slit parted to let the
heavy flow emerge.
"I need to go too," I said. "Let's give Roy a nice
show of how we make our foreskins balloon." The nipple
of my foreskin had tightened down over the glans and
when I relaxed I felt the flow swirling around between
hood and head before dribbling out the end. Ken had
apparently relaxed his sphincter because his foreskin
began to swell with trapped urine. When it appeared to
be at the point where it would become uncomfortable, I
let go of it and we watched a thick yellow gush
explode from the puckered hood. At the same time, a
heavy flow dribbled from the end of my foreskin's
nipple.
"Roy, you pinch Jack's skin the way he's doing mine.
You'll see how it works." Roy obediently grasped the
end of my long thick nipple between thumb and
forefinger, interrupting my flow. My hood began
swelling, and just as I was about to tell him to let
go, he did, releasing my yellow gush to flow down the
drain.
"I knew about that, guys," Roy said. "Remember how I
said mine was long and tight when I was a kid? I did
this all the time in the shower. My father told me
this would help my skin stretch and also work loose
where it was attached to the head." He pinched my hood
again, and my skin started to swell. Meanwhile, Ken's
hood was swollen to the limit, and I again released
it, letting the trapped fluid pour out onto the shower
floor.
"That feels good, Jack," he said, as his flow poured
from the thick puckered foreskin. Now my hood was
fully distended, and Roy released it to let my torrent
flow from my long nipple. I rejoiced in the sensation
of the rush of fluid sluicing through my precious hood
flesh.
After we'd drained ourselves, we soaped each other,
carefully working over the armpits and crotches, while
carefully avoiding getting soap under the foreskins.
We all knew a soapy residue could be irritating, and
that our secretions would easily rinse off without
soap. Ken turned off the water and we dried each
other, lovingly dabbing away the drops.
Back in the bedroom, we found that we weren't sleepy,
but keyed up from our mutual sexual adventure. Roy was
half-hard, apparently recovered because he'd been the
first to come.
"Roy, you look like you could stand another orgasm," I
said. His cock twitched as I spoke, and it was obvious
that he again needed relief.
"Ever try electro-sex?" I asked, thinking of some of
the items I'd brought with me.
"No, but Ken told me about it. He said it's really a
hot thrill and makes you come real hard, even if
you've just come a few minutes ago."
"Want to try it now? I brought my stuff with me."

Roy looked at Ken, then said: "Okay. What do I do?"
"Just lie back on the bed, Roy," Ken said. "Jack and I
will hook you up and you just relax and enjoy the
ride." Roy lay back and I extracted the black box and
electrodes from my bag. Ken began squeezing the head
of Roy's cock to produce erection, which made applying
the electrodes easier. Within seconds, Roy's hood had
eased back off the head, and his sac had begun to
tighten.
"There are several kinds of electrodes, Roy," I began.
"Ken and I often use the cup that goes over the front
of the head." I held one up for him to see. "Our
foreskins hold it in place, but since yours comes back
all the way, I'd have to tape it to the head, and
taking the tape off might hurt. So instead, I'm going
to use this collar-type electrode." I held up a small
noose made of flexible conductive plastic, which I
looped over his glans, fitting it behind his corona.
"Now I'm going to put on some conductive jelly." I
opened a small bottle and dribbled the liquid around
the groove behind his corona, wetting the plastic loop
thoroughly. I attached a clip to the terminal and
connected it to the box.
"This electrode goes between your butt cheeks. I also
have a butt plug if you prefer that."
"No, I don't even like a thermometers shoved inside
me. Use the other one."
"Okay, Roy. This one will contact your anus, and the
current path will go right through your prostate and
cock-root. You'll feel a hot spasm when I turn the
current on." I wet the electrode with jelly and Roy
turned on his side to let me slip it between his
cheeks. I connected the wires and asked:
"Okay, you ready? I'll go slowly at first." Roy
nodded. I turned on the power, knowing from experience
that a pleasant tingle would fill his penis and
cock-root.
"Let's not forget the towel this time," Ken said as he
spread the fluffy terrycloth over Roy's chest and
stomach.
"Nice," he said. "Does it make me come just like
that?"
"No, this is low power. I'm going to turn it up a
bit." I rotated the power knob and Ken's hand slipped
between Roy's thighs to cup his balls.
"Feel better?" I asked. Ken's other hand went to Roy's
chest, and his fingers began gently twisting Roy's
nipples.
"Yeah, that's nice," Roy replied. I like the way Ken's
touching me too," Now I turned on the pulse function,
and the current began turning on and off, each pulse
sending a pleasant spasm through Roy's cock.
"That's different, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah, feels very different, very nice." I increased
the power and Roy's penis began to jerk with each
pulse.
"Now you're getting into it," said Ken. "When there's
enough power in the pulses to make your cock twitch,
you're on the way. It's going to get pretty intense
from now on, so hang on." I increased the power and
Roy's penis jerked harder. He began to grunt.
"The current makes your penis and crotch muscles
contract. That's what's making your cock twitch and
jerk. It's beyond your control, so just enjoy it.
Focus on the sensations." Ken and I watched Roy's
glans bob up and down with each pulse, and I increased
the power again. His grunts grew heavier, telling us
that the sensations had intensified for him. I turned
the power knob another increment and Roy's eyes
closed.
"This is the home stretch," I told him as I gave him
yet more power. His glans had darkened from pink to a
light purple, and was glistening in the light, the
surface hard and fully distended. His hands contracted
to fists, and I noted that his sac was tight in Ken's
fingers. His penis was jerking hard with each pulse,
and now his eyes closed. I knew he was focusing
totally on the intense sensations pouring into his
groin, becoming oblivious to the world around him. I
turned the power knob again and his grunts became very
loud, in time with the pulses: "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!"
A steady drool of lube had been seeping from between
the lips of his long slit, but now as his entire body
jerked with the first throb of orgasm, a thick white
jet lunged up from his tortured glans. His frenzied
grunts filled the room. His penis jerked again, and
another jet spewed from his naked tip, arcing high to
fall on his chest. Roy's head rocked from side to
side, and he began howling as the spasms continued,
spreading the fury of orgasm through his groin.
Several more gushed poured from his swollen purple
tip, which had darkened further as the orgasm
progressed, but then they weakened and became a steady
ooze, and I turned the power down sharply. His penis
still jerked, but not as hard, and I tapered off the
power to let his orgasm wind down as his body began to
relax. Finally, I turned off the box, and Roy opened
his eyes.
WOW! What hit me?" He said with a slight smile.
"You just had your first electro-orgasm," Ken
answered. "Congratulations."
"You blew a very heavy load," I added. "Your prick was
jerking and spewing, and you were really into it." I
saw his penis begin to deflate, and I removed the
electric loop to let Roy's foreskin come forward. He
rolled onto his side to let me remove the electrode
from between his cheeks and then lay back again.
"I think we're all drained," said Ken. "We might as
well get a good night's sleep and pick up again in the
morning." I nodded, and he rose to turn out the light.
I snuggled up beside Roy, feeling his warm body
against mine, and Ken got into bed next to me,
sandwiching me between him and Roy. I closed my eyes
and was soon in a deep and dreamless sleep.

The end of Part 1