Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 07:52:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reunion With Al, Part 3, Adult Friends, 3/6

Reunion with Al, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Al and I had encountered each other long after we'd
been in school together, and now we seemed to be
making up for lost time. We'd enjoyed stroking each
other to orgasm several times, exploring the pleasures
of peeing in the shower, pinching our foreskins shut
at the ends and making them balloon. We'd had
mind-shattering orgasms, relishing every moment, and
this weekend we were ready for more.
	"I haven't come since I last saw you," he said as I
walked into his house. "I've been saving it up for a
big blast-off with you." Al was already naked.
	"Same here," I replied. I found that I come harder
when I hold off for a few days. Some guys come every
day, or two or more times a day. I don't think they
come as hard because they don't build up as much
juice."
	"I'm with you," he said. "Saving it up always gives
me a hotter come. I shoot a lot more, too." I stripped
down hurriedly, eager to resume our mutual
explorations.
	"You're already half-hard," I commented as I dropped
my shorts.
	"So are you," he observed, watching my prick swelling
from anticipation. "Anyway, come on into the bedroom.
I've got a little surprise for you." I followed him in
after removing my shoes and socks, and found two other
guys lounging on the queen sized bed, fondling each
other's erections. Both had the same sandy hair as Al,
and I realized that they must be his brothers.
	"I don't know if you recognize Tom and Tim," Al began
by way of introduction. They dropped their pricks and
stood up to shake hands. Both were about the same size
as Al, and younger. "We'd been playing around before
you came."
	"Tom's my younger brother," he continued. "We've
gotten together again, he's divorced too, and Tim is
the youngest, and he never married." I noticed that
Tom's seven-inch erection had a long tight foreskin
that formed a narrow nipple beyond the glans, while
Tim's prick was about the same size, but bare-headed,
with a thick brown scar ring behind the rim.
	"I thought all you brothers weren't cut," I said.
	"Tim was delivered by a different doctor, and he
persuaded my parents to have him cut. Tom's always had
a long tight skin, and he still can't get it back. The
doctor had seen this during a check-up, and told my
parents he ought to have it cut off. They refused
because they didn't want him to undergo the trauma of
the surgery, but they said okay for Tim when he was
born because he wouldn't remember it later.
	"That doctor cut me pretty tight," Tim said. "I've
got no slack at all."
	"I remember when Tim came home from the hospital, and
my mother took off his diaper to change him, Al said.
"His cock was all red and sore because he was still
bleeding a little around the cut, and he was crying a
lot because there was piss and shit all over the
wound. He was in a world of hurt, and Tom and I were
really glad our parents hadn't had it done to us."
	"I'm glad I wasn't cut," Tom said. "I'm better off
even though I can't get the skin back at all, even
now."
	"How do you clean it?" I asked.
	"I've got a little baby enema," Tom replied. "Every
few days I fill it with hot water and stick the nozzle
inside my skin to flush it out. My cock doesn't get
that dirty, anyway, and each morning in the shower I
piss inside the skin while I hold the end shut. That's
good enough for a quick cleaning. My wife thought my
cock was weird, though, and she said she'd make sure
any kids we had got clipped. We didn't have any kids,
though."
	"Growing up with two uncut brothers was strange for
me, and it was scary, especially after I found out I
was the one who'd been cut, said Tim. "I always wished
they'd left me the hell alone. I don't think having a
tight skin would happen twice in the same family, and
I would probably have turned out like Al."
	"We were always good to our kid brother," said Tom.
"Since he didn't have any skin of his own, we always
shared ours with him."
	"One thing we never did was dock him," contributed Al
to the discussion. "My skin's too short to dock
anyone, and Tom's was always too tight." Al grasped
Tom's penis and began pushing the foreskin down along
the rigid shaft. I watched as the skin stretched back
along the prominent bulge of the glans and then
stopped, a narrow ring at the end preventing further
retraction.
	"That's as far as it goes," said Tom. "You can just
barely see the pee-hole through the opening." I bent
down and saw that the foreskin's orifice was perhaps
an eighth of an inch wide, just enough to glimpse the
slit behind it. The little of his tip I could see was
red and looked very sensitive.
	"Can I skin yours back?" asked Tim as he approached
me. "I've always been fascinated by uncut cocks, and
yours is really nice." I sat on the edge of the bed
and he sat next to me as his hand went to my crotch.
	"Go ahead," I encouraged him. "Mine skins back all
the way." His warm fingers closed gently around my
shaft and he dragged the skin back, peeling my
foreskin off the glans.
	"Jack's cock-head's a really nice helmet shape," said
Al as his youngest brother revealed it to us, the
thick fleshy cowl stretching over the bulk of my glans
and then snapping down into the deep groove behind it.
Tim leaned down and inhaled.
	"I love that aroma. It's just like my brothers' but a
little different. It's really sexy." As he spoke I
reached down to squeeze his blunt glans between thumb
and forefinger to make his cock-root throb. I squeezed
several times, knowing that this would reinforce his
already powerful erection.
	"That feel good?" I asked, already knowing the
answer.
	"Oh, yeah," Tim replied. "This is heaven for me,
feelin' your cock-skin and having you play with mine."
	"I'll bet you make him come really quick," said Tom.
"We've already been playing with our cocks for half an
hour. Al can tell you that." Tom sat on Tim's other
side and reached down to cup his balls.
	"My brothers have low-hangers just like me," said Al.
"You can see they're both getting' tight now, Tim
especially because he's handling your cock. That's
really turnin' him on." I saw that the tip of Al's
prick, visible through the quarter-sized slot in his
partly retracted foreskin, was wet with clear
lubricant. A thin dribble came from the end of Tom's
foreskin nipple.
	"Let's give Baby Brother's cock some lube," Tom
suggested. He stood in front of Tim and squeezed his
shaft and foreskin, milking out a few drops of clear
fluid that dripped down in a long string onto Tim's
swollen prick. Al was next, giving Tim at least a
teaspoon of lubricant that eased the movement of my
fingers on the swollen flesh. Tim lay back on the bed,
taking in the multiple sensations.
	"I want to taste your cock," he said to me as he
slipped my foreskin forward to encase the almost
bursting helmet. I scooted around into a "69" position
with Tim, my prick almost touching his lips while I
began long and satisfying strokes on his circumcised
erection.
	The lips of Tim's long slit gaped as I moved my fist
back along his glans, and a drop of lubricant appeared
to fill the gap. I brought my hand forward again to
pick up the liquid and spread it over the sensitive
surface. Now I felt Tim's tongue stretching my
foreskin as it pressed in, seeking my glans.
	"I'm going to work on the head and rim," I said as I
massaged the end of Tim's hard prick. "I'm going to
hit the rim and the sensitive skin right behind it
too." Tim's tongue probed my pee-hole as Al moved in
with a towel, ready to catch Tim's imminent
ejaculation.
	"His tip's already getting' darker," said Tom as he
continued to knead Tim's balls gently. I felt the
swollen glans harden against my fingers as it lost its
sponginess. Tim was very excited now, and his eager
fingers stripped back my hood to let his tongue lick
all around my helmet, from blunt dome down to the
corona, which swelled even further in response. Now he
swept my foreskin forward again to engulf his tongue,
which clung to my helmet as if it had been glued.
	"His tip's hard, very hard," I exclaimed as I changed
my stroke. "I think he needs a little rotary action,"
I continued as I began twisting my fist with every
stroke, massaging the nerve endings in the thick
corona and in the groove behind it. Tim's heavy
breathing changed to a squeak at the sudden intense
sensations, and his body stiffened.
	"He's right on the edge," Al said. Tim released my
prick and lay flat, and I knew his mind was totally
absorbed with anticipation as the stimulation of his
prick and scrotum brought him closer to the brink.
	"Just relax and let it happen, Tim," I urged him.
"I'm gonna make sure you cream a lot.
	"His eyes are closed now," observed Al. "Any second
now," he continued as he began twisting his kid
brother's nipples. Tim's prick was aimed at my face as
I continued to stroke him with the twisting circular
strokes I knew were reaching deep into his prick and
cock-root. The long slit dribbled lubricant and the
drops ran down the head under my encircling fingers.
Tim's breathing was now heavy, a series of loud grunts
as his body reacted automatically, preparing for the
explosive release of orgasm.
	I felt a sudden hard throb in his shaft and tip, and
heard him cry out as the white creamy liquid boiled up
out of his straining glans to hit me on the cheek. The
hot fluid ran down my face as Al placed a towel to
catch the next stream that was just erupting from his
hard, throbbing prick. I felt each pulse in my hand as
Tim's sperm flew in thick ropes from the fully
distended slit, and heard his loud cries as waves of
sensation wracked his body.
	"His balls are throbbing too!" exclaimed Tom, his
face inches from mine as he watched his brother's
joyful thrashing. I twisted my fist around the tip
again to bring forth another agonizing spasm that made
Tim bellow in ecstasy.
	Tim's next eruption was softer, less intense, and the
following one more muted. I kept stroking him to
prolong the delicious sensations, hoping to drain him
utterly. Now the creamy jets turned into dribbles that
flowed from the long slit into the towel that Al held
just below it, and I knew his peak had passed. I
slowed my strokes, knowing that each friction would
give him another increment of pleasure, until he
became still.
	"He's finished," said Tom as he released his
brother's tight scrotum. "Good thing you kept stroking
him to the end," he added. "He needed that."
	"I would've been screaming if you hadn't stopped
stroking when you did me," Al said. "My tip gets
super-sensitive about half-way through."
	"So does mine," said Tom. "Even with the skin
covering it, I have to let up before I finish coming."
	"I've done circumcised guys before," I said. "I know
that their tips aren't as sensitive as ours, and they
can take more stroking.
	"That's why Tim's slower to come," said Al.
	"I wish my tip was as sensitive as you guys," said
Tim as he opened his eyes. "Your skins are sensitive
too. I don't get the same feelings like you do."
	"You did pretty well this time," Tom said
encouragingly. "You were all turned on feeling Jack's
uncut cock, I was working on your balls, Jack did a
great job stroking your cock, and Al twisted your
nipples."
	"Yeah, Tim, your orgasm was intense," I added. "I
felt your prick throbbing hard while I was stroking
it."
	"That twisting action on my tip was really hot," Tim
said. "I'm glad you know that little trick."
	"As I said, I've done cut guys before," I replied. "I
know what feels good for you."
	"Good thing he let go your cock before he came. He
might have made you come before you wanted to. He
might even have bit you," Al laughed.
	"I think Tom's ready for one now," I suggested. "He
was hard before I got here, and he's probably ready to
blast off."
	"I am, buddy, I am. Want to do me, if you're not too
tired?"
	"I'd love to, with your brothers' help," I replied.
"I'll
 do your prick a little differently, because you still
have your foreskin.
	"Remember, he can't get it back off the head," Al
reminded me.
	"No problem," I answered. "I know how to handle that.
You just lie back, Tom, and we'll take care of you."
As Tom took Tim's place on the bed I sat next to him
and placed my palms on both sides of his swollen
member. Tim crept between his spread legs to cup his
balls, and Al got another towel. I began moving my
palms in opposite directions, twisting Tom's tight
foreskin around his swollen glans.
	"That feel good, Buddy?" I asked, knowing what the
answer would be.
	"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Tom exclaimed as the sensations
began pouring into his tender tip.
	"I'm not just massaging your tip, I'm stretching your
foreskin with each twist," I explained as I went
faster. "You just try to relax, and leave the driving
to us." Tom was already primed by witnessing his
brother's orgasm, and I knew it wouldn't take long.
Tim had stopped cupping his brother's scrotum, and was
now tugging it down towards his knees, stretching the
sac.
	"My friend Stan taught me this trick," I added. "It's
really stimulating, and Tom won't know where he is in
a few more seconds." Tom had begun keening at the
intensity of the sensations I was pouring into his
already over-stimulated prick, and his legs began
trembling.
	"His eyes just closed," Al reported as he held the
towel in one hand and twisted Tom's right nipple with
the other. "I think he's right on the edge."
	"He sure is. I can feel it," I said as my palms
twisted Tom's long tight foreskin one way, and then
the other, pouring heavy friction into his straining
glans. "The head's all swollen inside his foreskin." I
felt the slack in his foreskin tighten each time I
twisted it, and I knew I was stretching the many nerve
endings in his fleshy hood and his gee-string to send
thrills down his shaft. Now a steady stream of
lubricant poured from the small orifice at the end of
his tight fleshy hood, threatening to loosen my grip.
I pressed my palms together more tightly to bring on
his climax.
	Tom's heavy breathing changed to a sharp grunt as I
felt the first hard throb in his prick. The first
heavy white stream blasted through the end of his
foreskin, too powerful to be slowed or deflected by
the tight hood, and landed on his stomach. Al
immediately covered it with the towel and began
twisting both of Tom's nipples hard.
	"He's shooting," I said unnecessarily as I felt
another hard throb in his hard, fleshy pole, and I
watched another white creamy jet fly from the end of
the tight foreskin in an arc. His throbbing glans
hammered through the skin against my palms as I
twisted the hood sharply over it, and I heard him cry
out helplessly as the joyful agony of orgasm flowed
through his body.
	Now Tom's cries took on a higher note, and I knew
that his prick had become super-sensitive. I was
surprised it had taken so long, given that his glans
had never been uncovered, and should have been very
sensitive from the start. I stopped twisting his
foreskin and pinched the long nippled end shut with
thumb and forefinger, watching the ample hood distend
as it ballooned with his cream.
	Tim was still stretching Tom's scrotum, adding to his
sensations without over-stimulating the tender glans,
which was awash with semen inside the ballooning
foreskin. I could imagine what Tom was feeling as the
hot sperm swirled around his tender glans and into the
groove behind his swollen crown. Tom cried out again,
but not as loudly, as the force of his orgasm spent
itself, and finally he began to relax. I gently laid
his still hard prick on the towel and released the end
of his foreskin, which gushed a thick rope of cream.
	"I guess we'd better let him rest for a while," I
suggested. "His tip must be really tender inside that
hood."
	"I know it is," Al answered. "I wouldn't even touch
it right now. Let's just let the juice dribble out of
there, and he can squeeze out the rest when he feels
like it." Tom was flat on his back, chest still
heaving with the after-effects of his orgasm, while
his breathing slowly returned to normal.
	"I think you're next, Al," said his youngest brother.
"You were pretty hot for a while before Jack came, and
you probably need relief." He fingered Al's foreskin
as he spoke, and the depth of his fascination with
foreskins was obvious. Al's foreskin was too short to
stretch out in from of his swollen mushroom, and Tim
twisted it around the head with two fingers.
	"I guess we don't have to wait for Tom," said Al. "He
looks like he needs to rest up for a while anyway."
	I cupped Al's tight scrotum, which had contracted so
that none of its former looseness was apparent. Tim
began to work the foreskin back in rotating strokes,
gradually baring the big purple head. Drops of clear
fluid seeped from between the lips of Al's long slit,
parting them gently and oozing down to lubricate the
foreskin.
	"I love the smell of Al's cock and the juice he's
having now," said Tim as he extended his tongue to lap
at the exposed slit. Al shuddered when he felt his
brother's warm tongue lapping his slit, and then Tim
licked down the head, reaching the triangular groove
underneath where the gee-string connected the glans to
the foreskin. His tongue-tip lapped under the eaves
where the two sides of his corona met, and Al
shuddered again as the tongue probed his sensitive
nerve endings.
	"I'll lick the top," I said as I twisted my body so
that I was able to run my tongue around the flange of
Al's glans, also probing into the deep groove behind
it. The retracted foreskin formed a collar behind the
corona and groove, inverted so that its sensitive
inner layer was exposed to my tongue, and as I licked
at the delicate nerve endings I inhaled the delicious
aroma of Al's wet glans and hood. He'd been secreting
while we'd been giving tim and Tom their orgasms, and
the glossy tissues were slippery with the clear goo
that Tim was finding so tasty.
	"Let me get at it," Tim said, and I moved so that he
could take his brother's engorged prick solidly into
his mouth. "Pump him while I suck him," he said, his
words muffled by the hot prick that was filling his
mouth. I grasped Al's shaft with my free hand and
began stroking the skin in time with Tim's movements.
Meanwhile, Tom had recovered and positioned himself by
Al's head, and was now reaching down to twist his
nipples.
	"We won't need a towel if you swallow him," I said to
Tim, who nodded affirmatively as he continued to suck
avidly at Al's hot straining prick. I felt Al's shaft
fill out and harden even more as Tim and I continued
our tandem stimulation. As Tim raised his head, I
stroked the foreskin upward to follow his lips, and
when he moved down to engulf the hot glans I pulled
the fleshy hood back to give him access.
	Al's breathing was heavy and labored because he was
flushed and tense with excitement, as his brothers had
been minutes before. Now he'd begun to grunt with each
downward lunge of Tim's lips that encased his swollen
head right down to the thick corona, and I knew that
he'd be blasting his load soon. I wanted him to get as
much from the experience as possible, so I spoke:
	"Al, try to stay relaxed. I know it's hard, but don't
tense up. Let the orgasm come to you. It'll feel
better the longer you take to come." Al moaned
incoherently in reply, helpless to resist the effects
of the multiple stimulation. I was pumping his
foreskin over the sensitive glans, Tim's lips were
caressing it with each stroke, and Tim was tugging on
his tight sac as well. Tom's fingers were twisting
Al's nipples while we were working on his prick,
attacking him from both ends. Al's eyes closed as the
moment approached.
	Now Al's clear lubricant, mixed with Tim's saliva,
was oozing down from between his glans and Tim's lips,
running down over my tightly clasping fingers. I
decided to change tactics, and drew Al's foreskin back
hard to clear the glans and the deep groove behind it.
I pulled back hard enough to stretch the skin tightly
and to put tension on Al's thick gee-string, and when
Tim withdrew his head I could see that the tension had
pulled the front of Al's mushroom down towards his
balls. I kept the tension as Al grunted loudly, and a
moment later I felt the tell-tale pulse in his shaft.
	"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Al bellowed as the powerful first
pulse filled his prick and I knew that Tim must be
getting a geyser of his delicious white cream in his
mouth. Tim's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard,
and then he pushed his lips down to engulf the
throbbing glans again. I felt Al's prick pulse again
as he howled helplessly and knew that Tim's tonsils
must be getting flooded with his brother's sperm.
	Al cried out again and his hips bucked as a third
pulse filled his shaft. Tim swallowed hard as he
pulled back from the wet swollen glans. Al's tip was
deep purple, swollen with excitement, and I felt his
shaft pulse again between my tightly clasping fingers.
	"His tip's getting' too sensitive about now," Tim
explained as he licked his lips, catching several
drops of sperm that had spilled from his mouth. I
maintained my grip, knowing that the tension on Al's
gee-string wouldn't cause him distress as would direct
friction on the over-excited glans, and I watched Al's
dark purple tip spew a thick jet into the air.
	His shaft throbbed again, and another jet shot
straight into the air to fall back on the glossy
purple tip, running down the shaft onto my encircling
fingers and then into his pubic hair. Al grunted
again, and a lesser gush poured from his distended
slit, coursing down his mushroom and shaft. Al's
tender, throbbing tip was coated with white cream now,
and we watched his orgasm run its course. His grunts
became fainter as his tension eased and now he just
moaned as a steady dribble flowed from his slit.
	Tom had let go of Al's nipples and gotten a towel,
which he deployed over Al's stomach, pressing an edge
into his pubic hair to sop up the spilled cream. Al's
residue was almost clear now, almost devoid of sperm,
seeping out as his prick began to soften. I let go,
and let his prick drop.
	We sat back, enjoying the sight of Al coming down off
the high of his orgasm and sinking into the daze that
follows. His prick was now limp on the towel, although
still swollen, the foreskin creeping forward to cover
the sensitive tip.
	After several minutes of silence, Tim said:
	"What about Jack? It's his turn now." He grasped my
still hard prick and began working my foreskin up and
down the big helmet.
	"Let me do that, Tim," Al said. "Jack's been working
on us and now he needs relief. I know exactly what can
do it for him." He grasped my prick with his left
hand, fingers curling expertly around the shaft, and
drew the foreskin back all the way. He used the
fingers of his right hand to begin a deep and
satisfying massage of my tender glans.
	"He's got so much skin," Tim commented as he watched
Al expose my helmet. Al's fingertips insistently
massaged my nerve endings, working across my meatus
and then back along the broad upper surface, finally
circling the flaring corona. I writhed in ecstasy at
the sharp sensations, and began moaning helplessly.
My prick throbbed rhythmically as Al's fingers
continued to work their magic on my sensitive tip.
	"I'll stretch his balls," Tim commented as his
fingers grasped the skin of my sac, tugging downward.
"Man, his balls are really tight." I felt the nerve
endings in my scrotum stretching as Tim tugged
repeatedly, setting up a rhythm that fuled my
excitement. I was shuddering now, and my legs began to
tremble.
	"You're really reaching him," Tom said as he began
twisting my nipples.
	"See how big and swollen his helmet is?" Al asked as
he massaged my corona lightly and then his fingertips
descended into the groove behind it. "Jack doesn't
usually lube that much, but now he's really leaking.
He's really worked up."
	"His slit's shaped like a teardrop," Tim added,
tugging on my scrotum, stretching the hairy skin. "His
cock smells nice, too."
	"His helmet's getting harder now," Al added as he ran
a fingertip into the triangular groove under my glans.
Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deep into my helmet as
Al continued to work his fingertips around its
contours, and I moaned loudly as my eyes closed
involuntarily. I was writhing on the bed, assaulted by
the multiple sensations, and although I was trying to
stay relaxed, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out
for long. My glans ached for release, and my shaft
felt so rigid that I thought it would snap or burst.
	"AH-AH-AH-AH!" I moaned, helpless in their hands as
my excitement mounted. A deep tickle filled my helmet
wherever Al's fingers touched it, and now the tickle
changed to a hot tingle that spread down my shaft.
Suddenly, something snapped inside me, and I felt a
sharp contraction in my cock-root. The first heavy
squirt shot into my urethra, producing an intense
tickle, and then the stream gushed up my shaft,
searing me like hot lava as I cried out in blissful
agony. I felt the sharp sensation as the burning jet
rounded the curve in my urethra up into the glans.
	"He's coming!" Tim cried as my stream spewed from my
prick. My cock-root contracted again, and another hot
jet coursed up my tube to erupt from my straining
glans as I writhed helplessly on the bed. My mind was
on "HOLD" as the delicious sensations filled my body,
spreading from my crotch to the ends of my fingers and
toes.
	Al's expert fingers circled the head again, provoking
another gush that slammed through the lips of my
come-hole. Now I felt a sharp scrape of a rough towel
against my glans as someone held the cloth against the
opening to contain my jets, and my cries grew
higher-pitched.
	Suddenly, the friction against my throbbing tip
stopped, probably because someone had realized it was
becoming overly sensitive, but Al's grip on my shaft
didn't slacken, nor did Tim's tension on my scrotum.
The remaining gushes were getting weaker, and my
orgasm faded in a rush of mind-numbing sensation.
	I lay totally inert, dazed by the after-shock. Nobody
spoke for a long while. When I finally opened my eyes,
I saw Al smiling down at me.
	"Boy, you really creamed good," he said, and the
others joined in with their comments.
	"That big tip really spit the juice," Tom said. "I
had a front-row seat."
	"Your tip was really hard, and it got so dark just
before you came, that the back face of the rim was
almost black," Al added.
	"I could feel the throbs in the skin of your balls,"
Tim said.
	"Thanks, guys," was all I could say for a long while.
Al leaned down and gave me a dry kiss on the lips.
	"We'll have to get together again," said Tim. "This
was so hot, three guys with natural cocks."
	"Next time, maybe Jack can dock you," Al said to Tim.

	"He's sure got a lot of skin," Tim answered. "He's
got as much as Tom, but it's not tight."
	"Sliding it up and down that big helmet loosened it
for him," observed Al. "He's been doing that for
years," he laughed.
	"Didn't work for me," said Tom. "I can't even get it
back half-way."
	"I had a friend who had a tight foreskin," I cut in.
"I can show you what he did to work it loose. It takes
weeks or months, but it works."
	"Does it hurt?" asked Tom.
	"No, not at all," I answered "He just kept little
tubes taped in there. Each week he'd use a slightly
larger tube. That progressively stretched it until he
was able to skin it back all the way. Today his
foreskin's like mine, snug but retractable."
	"Okay, sounds good," said Tom. "I'll give it a try."
	"Let's get together again next week," said Al.
	"Okay, I said. "I'll give my friend a call and see if
he's still got the tubes."
	"Yeah, and then you can try docking Tim, too," said
Al.

End of Part 3