Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 07:39:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ken and Roy, Part 2, Adult Friends, 2/2

Ken and Roy, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Ken, Roy, and I had had an evening of hot sex
together, and woke up eager to experiment further. I
guess one of us woke the others by stirring in the big
queen size bed we'd shared at Ken's house during the
night. The bed had also served as a launch pad for our
fun the previous evening. When I opened my eyes I
looked around and saw three heavy-ended cocks turgid
with blood because of our full bladders.
Mine was rigid, with the big head straining against
the full foreskin that covered it right to the end,
and flat against my stomach because I was lying on my
back. Ken was lying on his back to my left, his
erection slightly longer than my six inches, and the
outline of his helmet was clearly visible through the
distended foreskin. Roy was on his side to my right,
and his big pink mushroom was totally exposed because
it had pushed through his short foreskin. The hood was
drawn back tightly along his shaft, and except that he
had no scar ring, it looked circumcised. His long slit
parted the big round dome of his cock-head, and I
remembered how the lips had gaped when I'd seen him
pee the night before. Overall, his erection was about
the same length as Ken's, measured from the pubic bone
to the end of the swollen glans.
"I don't think I can pee with this hard-on," Ken said
sleepily.
"Neither can I," added Roy. "How about you, Jack?"
"Only if it goes down a little," I replied. "I think
we should do something about this before we get up."
"You first, Jack," said Roy as he wrapped his warm
fingers around my straining erection and began pumping
my foreskin with a practiced stroke. Ken spread a
towel over my stomach to catch my juice, and then
cupped my tight sac, gently pulling downward on it as
Roy stimulated my glans with the long foreskin. Ken
was on his knees next to my left hip, and it was an
easy reach to his cock. Ken's fingers kneaded my tight
sac, and I reached for his stiff prick with my left
hand, wanting to give him some good feelings too. His
foreskin slid easily off the swollen head, as it was
looser than mine, and I heard him sigh in delight.
Ken's penis was different from mine in several ways,
and the most significant one at the moment was that he
had a thick gee-string, the strip of flesh that
connects the foreskin to the bottom of the triangular
groove under the head. Each time I pulled his long
foreskin fully back to expose the head, the tugging of
the gee-string made his glans dip down towards his
knees. When I pulled his foreskin forward over the
head, the ring of skin compressed both his flaring rim
and his gee-string. Thus Ken's prick was capable of
receiving more varied stimulation than mine, because
my gee-string wasn't big or thick, but barely visible,
and never pulled the head down when tugged.
"I like the way that long foreskin of yours goes
completely over the head," Roy said as he worked my
penis. "Mine used to be that long when I was a kid,
then my tip grew faster than my skin."
"Man, did it grow," I said. "That fat mushroom of
yours is bigger than the shaft." Roy's rim stood at
least a quarter-inch higher than the neck of his
penis, with the foreskin drawn tightly back.
"Yeah, but when I was a kid, I had only a small tip.
It was completely buried under my tight hood."
"Mine was always a helmet shape, but my whole cock was
small before I hit puberty," I replied. Roy slid my
hood back to bare the big purple helmet right down to
the flaring rim.
"Feels, nice, really nice, but look at Ken's too," I
said as the gentle friction tickled the buds in my
head and hood. I felt the nerve endings in my foreskin
stretching deliciously as Roy pulled it back over the
tapered swelling of my glans.
"Man, I just love that big helmet shape," he said as
the purple glans slid into view. I reached for his
shaft and pulled the tightly-drawn foreskin in short
tugs up against the rim of his tip, knowing that the
shocks against the base of his glans were his favorite
type of stimulation. I really didn't know which of us
would come first, but it didn't matter, as we both
urgently needed relief. However, the way I was
administering long hard strokes to Ken's erection, I
wondered if he'd come first.
"I think Jack's close," Ken said. "Pump that foreskin
hard, Roy, and make him cream. Then I'll do you while
he's resting." Roy's warm hand stroked me faster, and
I felt the excitement building up in my cock-root.
Although I was trying to relax, the pressure in my
bladder wouldn't let me, and I knew I'd drop my load
before Roy did. Ken's prick was rock-hard between my
fingers, though, and his breathing had deepened. I
watched my hand stroking his prick, drawing the hood
back to bare the glorious purple helmet, then tugging
on the skin to tense his gee-string and make the head
dip, then watching the head bob back up as I pulled
the hood forward all the way, running it downhill to
cover the glans completely. As I did this, his slit
drizzled a steady stream of lube onto my encircling
fingers.
"The head's getting darker," Roy warned. "You're right
there, ready or not." I knew Ken was close too, and
wondered who'd explode first.
"Close," I muttered. The tickling feeling in my rim
had spread all over the head, and now was changing to
the familiar hot tingle that always preceded my
orgasm. The Ken's prick pulsed in my fist and I heard
him cry out as the heavy shock wave of orgasm coursed
through his body. This triggered mine. I sucked in my
breath, tensing for the explosion, then my eyes closed
as the first wave hit me. My world closed in on me,
and my attention centered on the delicious sensations
in my penis.
I heard myself crying out helplessly in the distance
as an irresistible tightness pervaded my groin, and a
rushing stream of hot fluid filled my urethra. I felt
Ken's prick pulse again, and mine jerked a split
second later as another jet of hot lava burned its way
up my tube. Our moans filled the room as the frenzy of
orgasm ravaged our straining bodies. I felt Roy's
insistent fingers massaging my foreskin the entire
length of my glans, urging me to discharge more cream,
as I pumped Ken's throbbing penis.
My prick was still throbbing, but only a thin seepage
oozed from the end of my glans when I opened my eyes.
Ken's cock had stopped shooting as well, but was still
dribbling juice through the end of his foreskin, which
I'd pulled forward to cover the precious head. We were
both dazed as an after-effect of our biological
storms, slowly relaxing as the tension left our
bodies. Ken was the first to speak:
"That was a good one, Jack. For a moment I thought I
was going to fall over backward." Roy had let go of my
cock and was watching us recover from our orgasms, and
his prick was still uncapped and pink-headed in its
stiffness. He was ready for his climax.
"Here, Roy, let me do you," Ken said. "Then we'll
shower and I'll fix breakfast."
"No, don't. You'd better get into the bathroom and get
cleaned up. We're going to be ready for breakfast real
soon."
"Okay, I'll do that. By the time you guys finish, and
then get out of the bathroom, breakfast will be almost
ready." Ken got up and went into the bathroom.
"Okay, now you just relax, Roy. Clear your mind and
leave it to me." I wrapped my fingers around his
erection again, unaware of exactly when I'd let go of
it during my orgasm, and began pumping his shaft skin
the way he liked, bringing it up to bump the rim. On
the back-stroke, I pulled down hard because I knew
that he too had a thick frenulum, and I wanted to make
his glans dip.
Roy's blunt mushroom jerked downward as I yanked back
hard on his skin, and I saw the lips of his pink glans
part as a large drop of lubricant oozed between them.
I was staring at the underside of the fully exposed
mushroom head, with the thick frenulum filling the
triangular groove underneath. I snapped the index
finger of my other hand against the thick gee-string
and heard him grunt in surprise and delight.
"That really got to you, huh?" I asked as I continued
stroking his tightly-drawn shaft-skin. He'd begun to
moan softly as the intense sensations filled him, and
as I pushed his foreskin forward against his thick rim
he grunted. When I pulled his skin back and made the
big head dip, he grunted louder. I kept up the rhythm,
knowing that after having witnessed Ken and me come,
he was primed for release. His balls had drawn up
tightly against his body.
The big tip became shiny, even at the end that
normally stuck out of his foreskin, and turned a
darker shade of pink. As I let the skin draw back from
his rim, I saw it had turned light purple, and when I
reached the bottom of my stroke the head dipped again,
bringing a louder grunt from him. Roy's eyes were
closing as I bumped his ridge again with the collar of
skin, and the flow of lube had become a steady seepage
that ran down over my fingers. I heard the toilet
flush as I yanked his skin down again, my eyes fixed
on the magic dark mushroom that was the seat of his
pleasure.
Roy was grunting steadily now, caught up in the
sensations, and his entire tip darkened to purple as I
heard the shower start. No doubt, his full bladder was
adding to the tension in his body, as it had done to
me, and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold off much
longer. His jaw clenched, and his entire body
tightened as his excitement built. With my other hand,
I pulled the towel over to catch his discharges. Now I
pulled his skin up harder, compressing the rim as the
shaft-skin stretched, then yanked it down again to
make the big mushroom dip.
As the head dipped fully, I felt his shaft throb hard,
and heard him howl. A thick stream of white cream shot
from between the lips of his glans onto the towel, and
I pulled up on his skin. When I pulled down hard
again, a second jet hurtled from his straining tip,
and he howled again. His head was thrown back, and I
pumped his prick again to make him shoot another jet.
Roy shot a total of six jets before I felt his throbs
weakening, and I slowed my stroking.
By this time my erection had completely subsided, and
I was aware that I needed to pee urgently. I tightened
my crotch muscles as I needed to stay with Roy for
another half minute or so. I lightly stroked his skin,
just moving it up and down the shaft without bumping
his rim or making the head jark down. Now I let his
penis flop onto his towel-covered stomach, watching
the persistent seepage from his slit.
The color of his glans lightened, and I saw his
erection begin to soften as he relaxed. I leaned over
him and when he opened his eyes I kissed him tenderly
on the lips. Then I moved down to kiss his precious
tip, tasting the fluid that oozed from his body. His
penis has shrunk enough for the foreskin to begin
covering the head again, drawn into place by his tight
gee-string. I got up. Ken was just coming out of the
bathroom, heading for the kitchen.
"Man, I heard Roy howling even in the shower," he said
with a grin. "He must have really unloaded." I pointed
to the towel, soaked with our cream, that I was
lifting from Roy's stomach.
"Ready for a good hot pee?" I asked. "I sure am." Roy
got up and hugged me tightly before breaking away and
heading for the bathroom. We got into the shower and
turned on the water. The hot water coursing over our
bodies intensified the urge, and within seconds my
crotch muscles had relaxed enough so that a thick
yellow stream splattered out of my foreskin's thick
nipple. Normally, I'd draw the skin back to let the
hot water hit the glans, but now the intense pressure
in my bladder made it impossible to hold back as the
water sluiced over my penis, and my thick gush flowed
freely.
Roy's fingers immediately pinched my nipple, and my
hood began to distend. Roy's stream had also begun, a
thick neat stream that flowed unobstructed from the
long lips of his slit because his foreskin covered
only the back half of the head. I pinched the end of
his glans, stopping the stream for a second to build
up back pressure in his urethra, then let go. We kept
it up, pinching each other
's cocks, enjoying the sensations of our bottled-up
streams, until we'd finally drained ourselves. We
soaped each other's bodies, then rinsed down, while
Roy made sure to skin back my hood to rinse the head
underneath.
We dried ourselves and went naked into the kitchen,
our heavy-ended cocks swinging from side to side with
our movements. Ken greeted us with a big smile,
announcing that the meal was almost ready. He had on
an apron as protection against spattering grease, and
he removed it when he sat down with us at the
breakfast bar. Sitting in line gave us a view of each
other's crotches as we ate and talked. We enjoyed the
bacon, eggs, and toast, while we spoke between
mouthfuls.
"That was a good way to start the day," Ken said.
"Dropping a load even before taking a pee was a good
idea."
"Together," Roy corrected.
"Yeah, together," I said. "That made it even better."
"I really enjoyed watching you guys come," Roy added.
"I enjoyed making Jack come, because I felt his cock
throb while it was shooting."
"You made me come," I said, addressing Roy. "Ken came
at the same time. I felt him come too."
"I love the feel of a guy's cock when he's creaming,"
Ken said. "I love giving him pleasure. It's a thrill
for me."
"Same here," I said. "I also enjoy the variety in
cocks, and how they can be handled different ways."
Feeling a guy's penis pulse between my fingers as I
gave him the supreme pleasure was a major turn-on for
me. Each needed different handling, because of
variations in anatomy, and this added to the thrill.
"Yeah," Ken said. "You were really stroking me hard,
pulling down the head on the back-stroke. That was
impossible to resist."
"Jack did the same to me," Roy said. "He pulled back
hard on my skin the way he did to yours. Seeing his
hand do that to my cock was really hot, and that
feeling of the gee-string stretching and stretching
the head down pushed me over the edge."
"Same here. That gave it an extra hot feeling, making
the head dip. He was stretching and jerking my
gee-string, and that made me cream."
"Watching your long skins go completely over the heads
was something else," Roy said. "That must feel
wonderful, that long stroke, covering and uncovering
those big helmets."
"Well, you two have something I don't have," I
contributed to the interchange. "Those thick
gee-strings. Mine's so small it doesn't pull the head
down, no matter how hard you pull back on my skin."
As we talked, I gave an occasional glance to their
crotches. The night before, sex talk had aroused us,
and now discussing the mechanics of how to stroke each
other's cocks, was having the same effect. Their cocks
had been limp and shrunken when we'd sat down to eat,
but were now half-hard. Roy continued the discussion:
Those long skins keep your cock-heads always covered,"
he began. "That's why they're all shiny when you skin
back. Mine's shiny around the rim, but the front's
always exposed, so it's dry."
"I think my head's so sensitive all over because it's
always completely covered," Ken said. "You said your
head's mainly rim-sensitive, didn't you?" That might
be because the front's dried out from being always
exposed."
"I know it is," Roy replied. "I remember when I was a
kid and the head was all covered, it was all
sensitive. Then, when my cock grew and the skin didn't
grow along with it, the front got less sensitive after
being exposed." Roy's cock had extended fully now, and
the entire glans had slipped forward out of its
covering. I saw that his corona was smooth and shiny
like mine and Ken's, but that the front dome was dry
and slightly leathery in appearance.
"Roy's all hard now," I commented. "That big mushroom
looks really sexy." I reached out to touch a finger to
the pink mushroom's broad upper surface. At my touch,
it jerked upward slightly.
"It's sensitive to touch, all right," Ken laughed. Now
a large clear drop parted the lips of Roy's long slit.
"His slit's as long as yours, Ken," I said as I moved
my finger down to touch the drop. I moved my wet
fingertip in small circles around Roy's slit and heard
him sigh deeply.
"His tip's sensitive enough," Ken continued. Roy's
cock-head bobbed several times as I continued to trace
wet circles around his slit. "See the way the head's
moving up and down?" Roy reached out to grasp my
foreskin nipple as he finished his last slice of
toast. He twisted gently, producing a gentle friction
against my glans and stretching the nerve endings in
the skin. My cock twitched.
"Yours too," Roy said. "It doesn't take much to get a
reaction from your cock." Now he exerted traction,
pulling my long nipple out away from my body as I
continued working my fingertip around the front of his
mushroom cap.
"We'd better get back to the bedroom," Ken said as he
stood, his penis standing out straight in front of
him, the long nipple sagging slightly at the end.
"Watching you guys got me all worked up." We followed
Ken and arranged ourselves on the big mattress,
fingers touching and squeezing each other's erections.
"My cock looks cut when I'm hard," Roy said as we sat
on the bed. "Remember last night, Jack, when you asked
me if I was cut?"
"Yeah, I did ask that. At first I thought it was."
"So did I, when I first saw Roy's cock," said Ken. If
you look at it, though, there's no thick brown scar."
"I see that," I said. "Just the big mushroom sticking
out."
"Does wearing a condom bother you, Roy?" Ken asked. "A
condom would fit perfectly over your cock. The big
head would keep it from slipping off, no matter how
slippery it gets inside."
"No problem, but what do you want me to do?"
"Let's try a round of Princeton," Ken suggested. "You
slip your prick between our thighs. Maybe the pelvic
thrusts will give you a nice hot orgasm." I knew
exactly what Ken meant. I'd found that thrusting my
prick, whether into a woman or between a guy's thighs,
produced a hot orgasm because of the muscular tension.
"Princeton sounds good," Roy replied. "I'm not into
anal at all. I don't even like a thermometer in
there."
"I don't either," I said. "Anyway, between the thighs
feels really good for me, and I knew Ken feels the
same way."
"Okay," Roy said. "How do we do this? Who wants to
take me?"
"Well, maybe you could start with me," Ken said. He
reached into the drawer of the bedside table and
withdrew a foil package, tearing it open to reveal a
latex condom. "I think you're the best one to wear a
condom, since your skin's all the way back, and you
leak enough so you won't need any additional lube." I
knew that when I'd put on a condom, I'd always needed
to pour a few drops of Astroglide into it because I
don't seep much natural lubricant.
"Let me do that for you," Ken said as he unrolled the
condom about and inch, then fitted it on top of Roy's
big mushroom cap and began unrolling it. The thin ring
snapped down into the groove behind Roy's mushroom
glans as he spoke. "There, I've given you a little
slack so you can move inside it." I grasped Roy's
shaft and steadied it so that Ken could roll the
condom all the way down. When he'd fitted it around
Roy's penis, Ken lay on his left side and lifted his
leg.
"Here, Roy, get behind me and slip it in." Roy lay
down behind Ken, carefully fitting his penis between
his thighs, up against his perineum. Ken lowered his
leg. I crouched in front of Ken and began twisting his
foreskin as Roy began to move gently.
"The rubber's a little tight, but once I lube a little
more it'll feel just right," Roy said.
"Yeah, and the rubber will protect you against hair
burns," I added. "Just take it nice and easy. I'll
take care of Ken." I stretched Ken's long foreskin
nipple away from his body, stretching its nerve
endings and making Ken sigh as Roy continued to
thrust. I imagined his long slit pouring copious drops
of his natural lubricant into the condom, making it
wet and slippery inside, and providing intense
sensation as he thrust into the tightness of Ken's
thighs.
Crouched as I was, I had a good view of Ken's ball sac
as it began tightening against his body under the
avalanche of sensations he was receiving from front
and rear. I also saw Roy's low-hangers begin to draw
up as he continued thrusting.
"Now it's getting nice and slippery," Roy said as he
increased his pace. The condom lay immobile between
Ken's thighs and Roy's penis moved freely inside the
lubricated channel. I tugged on Ken's sac with my
other hand, stretching the tightening skin, because I
knew he enjoyed the sensation. I also began pushing
Ken's foreskin back in small jiggles, first exposing
the long slit at the front of his glans, then drawing
the skin forward to cover it again. I pushed back more
the second time, until the edge of his foreskin had
stretched to a dime-sized opening, before pulling it
all the way forward to form a thick pucker at the end,
wet with his seeping lube.
I dipped my finger into the wetness and lifted it to
my mouth, smelling it and tasting its salty flavor.
Roy noticed what I was doing and spoke:
"Hey let me have a taste of that, Jack." I pressed my
finger against Ken's wet pucker again and held my
finger to Roy's lips. He sucked hard on my finger,
almost drawing it into his mouth.
"Delicious," he said. "I love that taste of Ken's
lube." I skinned Ken back slightly, exposing the
weeping slit, lowered my head, and inhaled deeply of
his rich masculine aroma. I knew all three of us
enjoyed the delicious musky odor of wet glans and
foreskin.
Roy was thrusting faster now, becoming caught up in
the hot sensations, so I concentrated on stimulating
Ken. Tugging a bit harder on his now tight scrotum, I
pushed his foreskin back farther over the head,
revealing the front dome of his big purple helmet
through the opening that was the size of a quarter. I
saw that Ken's slit was seeping steadily, lubricating
his foreskin and glans, and I pulled the hood forward
again over the head. I swept my finger over Ken's
slit, caressing the sensitive nerve endings and
wetting my finger for another taste. I licked my
finger, then brought my hand down again to tug on
Ken's sac.
"This is really good," Roy panted as he thrust harder.
I knew he'd be exploding soon, but it didn't matter if
he came first, as I was going to give Ken his orgasm
with my fingers. I pressed my index finger into the
hot spot under Ken's glans through the skin before
pushing the hood back until it almost reached the rim.
Ken's sexy purple helmet was almost completely out,
waiting for the next cycle, when I'd push the skin
back to expose it in all its naked glory.
"Go ahead, Roy, go for it," Ken said. I saw the
muscles in his thighs tighten as he squeezed Roy's
thrusting penis. Roy longed forward, reaching for the
new sensations, and I felt the tip of his penis nudge
Ken's ball sac.
"I felt that," Ken panted, and then I pulled his
foreskin all the way out for a final lengthwise
stretch. I paused for a second to press against his
hot spot again, then firmly pushed the long loose
foreskin all the way back, stretching it over his
wide, flaring rim and making it snap down into the
deep groove behind the helmet. I let go of Ken's sac
for a moment to push a towel in front of his penis,
then resumed tugging. Now I pushed back hard on Ken's
skin, stretching his gee-string, and watched Ken's
helmet dip down towards his toes.
"OOOOHHHH! Feels soooo good," Ken murmured. I admired
the beauty of Ken's hardness, with its big purple
helmet surrounded by the thick collar of his retracted
foreskin. I felt Ken's fingers close around my penis,
moving the skin slightly, and knew he was deriving
pleasure from the feel of my warm staff.
"Here I go... I'm close..." Roy shouted, thrusting
wildly between Ken's thighs, the big mushroom bumping
the tight sac. I slipped my left hand between Ken's
thighs and found the hot spot under the head of Roy's
thrusting penis. When I pressed my fingertips into the
triangular groove to trigger his orgasm, Roy yelled
and grunted. He hugged Ken tightly as he lunged
forward in a frenzy, his straining body on automatic
as the sensations peaked and his hard swollen mushroom
began to throb against my fingers.
Ken grunted as he felt Roy's hard thrusts, and I added
to his sensations by running my wet fingertips over
his fully exposed helmet. Roy grunted as he lunged
again, big tip bumping Ken's balls, and I twisted my
fingertips around the straining head of Ken's penis.
Ken's eyes closed and his tip turned darker purple, a
beautiful shade of burgundy, as it hardened and
swelled under my fingertips. I wanted to bring Ken to
climax right away, so that Roy would feel the rhythmic
contractions of his thigh muscles as he came, thereby
adding to his sensations.
Ken wailed as his glans throbbed hard between my
fingers and the first hot jet spewed from his slit,
slamming through the lips to splash into the towel.
His hand clenched hard around my cock. Roy groaned
loudly as Ken's thighs tightened around his thrusting
penis. Both were now caught up in the full frenzy of
orgasm, their bodies straining against each other, as
I pressed my left hand's fingertips under Roy's glans
and twisted the fingertips of my right hand around
Ken's throbbing tip. Their faces were flushed, their
eyes closed, and they were aware only of the magic
moment and the intense sensations they were sharing.
As I watched these two hot guys disgorging their
sperm, vicariously enjoying their orgasms, I felt a
tickle in my cock-root, then a slight spasm, and a
drop of lube began crawling up my urethra. I wasn't
close to coming, but I was lubing in my excitement.
Roy and Ken grunted again, and I felt both engorged
cock-heads throb against my fingertips. Roy's glans
was sliding within its latex sheath, while Ken's hot
hard head jerked within my encircling fingers as it
streamed another torrent of cream that fell onto the
towel.
Ken's hand still held my foreskin over my cock-head,
and I felt, but did not see, the large drop of clear
fluid that seeped from my orifice. Ken and Roy howled
again and spewed more juice, Roy's building up inside
the now distended condom and Ken's pouring onto the
towel.
Roy's thrusts were slower now, and he took several
deep breaths as his orgasm came down off its peak.
Ken's next jet was weaker, and I felt they were close
to the end of their orgasms. Roy stopped moving, and I
knew his tip was too sensitive to absorb any more
friction, and that Ken must be close to that point as
well. I released Ken's still-throbbing glans, and let
the sensations play out. Ken's slit was still gaping
as more fluid emerged, seeping instead of spewing,
dripping onto the towel. Ken's fluid was not as milky,
more prostatic secretion than sperm, because he was
drained.
Roy pulled out from between Ken's thighs, fingers
around the base of his penis, dragging the condom with
it, to avoid spilling into Ken's hairs. I saw the end
of the condom sagging, filled with his ejaculate, as
he pulled away and flopped onto his back. Ken rolled
over and embraced him, planting a tender kiss on his
lips. I lay down beside Ken and threw an arm over him,
my hand feeling his heartbeat through his chest.
I was still rock-hard, my penis pressed against Ken's
back, the big helmet sliding around inside the
lubricated foreskin, but I felt no urgency. I could
wait until they'd fully recovered. Right now, they
were both dazed by their orgasms, and they needed a
couple of minutes to recover. I heard their breathing
slow as they came back to normal. Roy spoke first:
"Okay, Ken, now that we're finished let's both work on
Jack. Let's give him a real hot one." He got up on his
elbow, looking at me. Ken sat up and turned toward me.
"Yeah, Jack, now it's your turn. Lie back and leave
the driving to us." Ken sat on my right side and Roy
got up to move to my left, and their hands went for my
crotch.
"I'll take care of Jack's prick," Roy said. "You take
care of the rest." Roy grasped my penis around the
shaft with his left hand, bring it up to point at the
ceiling. He slowly draw my foreskin back, and as soon
as the front dome of my glans was in view he placed
the palm of his right hand flat over it, moving it in
small circles.
I felt Ken begin to pinch and twist my nipples, first
one, then the other, as his other hand gripped my
tight sac, tugging on it gently. Roy dragged my
foreskin back farther and he kept palming my
lubricated glans, pouring delicious sensations into
it.
"Jack's really wet now," Ken said. "I've never seen
him lube so much."
"That's because watching you guys get off was a really
hot turn-on," I replied. "That had me seeping even
before you came." As I spoke, I felt my cock-root
contract again, and another drop crawled up my
urethra.
"Look at his slit, Ken," Roy urged. "It's really
different from ours."
"When Jack gets hard, his slit opens up, like a
teardrop," Ken said. "I've seen that before." Ken's
fingers continues to tug on my scrotum, exerting more
traction, stretching the thick tight skin and sending
a delicious thrill into my groin. The fingers of his
other hand had worked my nipple erect, and now he
traced small circles around their peripheries,
producing a gentle tickle that aroused me further.
Roy had dragged my long foreskin back most of the way
now, baring the broad upper surface of my straining
glans, and he worked his palm over the top of the
head, sending hot thrills down my shaft. He gave a
final tug and I felt my thick foreskin snap down
behind the high flaring ridge, lodging in a heavy
collar behind the head. Now my helmet was totally
bared to his gaze and touch, and he worked the palm of
his other hand around its surfaces, the delicious
friction adding to my delight.
"Work on that sensitive head," Ken urged. "That's what
really turns him on. "You'll make him cream soon."
"I'm trying to relax," I muttered. Despite my effort,
I felt the excitement build inside, and I knew they'd
draw the orgasm from me soon.
"His head's getting darker now, Ken," Roy commented as
his stroking palm sent hot sparks of sensation
stabbing deeply into my glans. I felt the head engorge
more as I neared the peak as Ken worked on my sac and
Roy stimulated my penis.
Ken began working on my scrotum with both hands,
stretching the skin down tight while his other hand
gently kneaded my testicles through the thick
covering. The insistent friction of Roy's palm
produced a pleasant ache in my engorged helmet,
reinforcing my need for release. I felt more drops of
lube emerging from my orifice, to be immediately swept
up my Roy's palm as it moved over the sensitive
surface and spread it over the hardness of my glans.
The lubricant softened the sensations, slowing my rush
toward the brink, but now I felt a tickle in my glans
wherever Roy caressed it, a pleasant, soothing feeling
that spread down my shaft and into my cock-root. I was
beginning to float in a sea of sensations, content to
let Roy and Ken perform their miracle on my prick,
secure in the knowledge that they'd being me to the
brink soon.
"He's close, look how dark the head is," Ken said. His
fingers pulled and kneaded my scrotum, stretching the
skin, and I began to quiver. Roy's firm grip on my
shaft tightened, compressing the veins, increasing the
blood pressure in my prick.
"That's making the head even harder," Roy explained to
Ken. "I can feel it against my palm."
"It's really wet and shiny now," Ken said. "He's
ready." Roy's palm swept around my glans, caressing
the rim, the moving to the broad upper surface, the in
circles around the swollen front dome, and finally
under the head, stimulating the twin lobes there the
two halves of the rim meet underneath. The tickle in
my glans changed to a hot tingle, and my eyes closed
as I began moaning, swept away by the intensity of the
sensations.
"AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!" I was crying out,
even before the orgasm started. I was totally
captivated, totally enraptured, by the intense
feelings in my groin, the big helmet throbbing as Roy
swept his palm around it, and my entire world was in
my cock. My body shuddered, and I felt the
thud-thud-thud of my cock-root as it began to pound. A
sharp tickle deep inside sent sparks all over my body
as the first hot jet splashed into my urethra, burning
its way up like a gush of hot lava, as I dissolved
into blissful agony.
I heard myself grunting loudly as the hot fluid forced
its way out of my meatus and spread between my glans
and Roy's palm. As the thick liquid buffered the
sensations, Roy's fingers closed around my rim and his
hand twisted around my glans, adding to the friction.
My cock-root convulsed again, and another thick gush
filled my urethra. My glans was throbbing and
tingling, and my scrotum was beging pulled, prompting
another torrent of juice that shot up my tube to spew
through Roy's fingers.
"Man, look at the big cock shooting," I heard faintly
in the distance, unsure whether these were Ken's words
or Roy's. I cried out helplessly as another spasm made
my penis throb, the big glans rubbing against Roy's
fingers. My cock jetted again, and then another spasm,
weaker this time, wracked my body. I was aware that
Roy was now just holding my penis, letting my orgasm
wind down, because he knew that any moment my tip
would become hyper-sensitive.
Now my spasms had become smoother, the fluid just
rolling up my tube in a steady stream, oozing rather
than gushing, as I slowly came down off the high. My
glans still throbbed, but less intensely, and the
fluid just oozed from my orifice. My ragged breathing
became more steady, and I was beginning to relax, more
aware of Ken's and Roy's warm bodies pressing against
mine, as I came back to the real world.
I lay there dazed, eyes still closed, as I felt
someone's tender lips press lightly against mine. I
opened my eyes to see Ken's face, and it vanished from
my field of view as Roy leaned over to kiss me.
"Thanks," I whispered weakly, still ravaged by my
biological storm. The hurricane of sensations that had
swept through me had left me disoriented, and I was
still tingling from the effects of the high-pressure
jets that had blasted through my penis. I lay inert
for a long while as Ken and Roy lay down, sandwiching
me with their warm bodies. We fell into blissful
sleep, most of the weekend still before us.

The end