Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 07:48:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reunion With Al, Part 4, Adult Friends, 4/6

Reunion with Al, Part 4
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I'd run into Al after not having seen him for
decades. We had been enjoying stroking each other's
hard pricks, and the touch of his warm fingers on mine
was always heavenly. Likewise, I enjoyed feeling his
foreskin gliding smoothly over the firmness beneath,
until he exploded in a hot shattering orgasm.
	Last time I'd been to his house, I'd found his two
younger brothers with him, and we'd enjoyed hot
four-way sex, masturbating each other's pricks to the
inevitable explosions.
	The older one, Tom, had a long tight foreskin that he
could not slide back over the big mushroom shaped
head, while the younger brother, Tim, had been
circumcised at birth, something he'd always regretted
because his older brothers got so much enjoyment from
their natural male anatomies.
	It had been several weeks since I'd seen the
brothers, and we were all eager to make up for lost
time. We'd planned a couple of things to do, and now I
was impatient to catch up with them.
	When I arrived that Saturday afternoon, all three
brothers were naked, and they watched avidly as I
stripped out of my clothes. They'd started without me,
and all three were rock-hard and very, very wet. Al's
purple mushroom peeped halfway out of his partly
retracted hood, while Tom's was still fully covered,
the way mine is when I'm fully hard. Tim's dry,
leathery mushroom tip was fully exposed, as his
foreskin had been removed at birth, leaving a thick
brown scar ring behind the head. Tim envied our intact
foreskins, and playing with them would unfailingly get
him fully aroused and dripping, even without anyone
touching his prick.
	"I don't know about you guys, but my bladder's gonna
burst if I don't pee," Al announced. "I'm gonna go
into the bathroom, and if any want to join me, come on
in." He led the way, and we followed. I wasn't fully
hard yet, and their pricks had softened slightly from
the distraction. Al stepped to the sink and turned on
the water, carefully adjusting its temperature.
	"I need some hot water to get me started because I'm
still pretty hard," he said as he drew his foreskin
back behind his rim and cupped his other hand under
the water, pouring a handful over his exposed glans.
After several hands full, a small stream began at his
meatus.
	"I can see the lips of his slit spreading now that
he's started," commented Tim, who stood directly
behind Al, looking over his shoulder. The stream
became fuller, and soon Al was actively draining
himself, aiming down at the drain. When he was
finished, he slipped his foreskin forward over his now
flaccid glans and stepped back to let Tim take his
turn. Al reached around Tim and scooped up the water,
pouring it over Tim's big exposed mushroom.
	"Aaaaahhhhh, that feels nice. I can feel it starting
now," he said as a thin yellow stream poured from his
slit.
	"The lips of your slit spread just like mine," Al
said. We're built alike, you know." He was right. The
three brothers all had large mushroom shaped tips,
with rims rising above the neck of the shaft. The only
differences were that Tim's foreskin had been
completely removed at birth and Tom's hood covered the
head completely, even with erection. Al's slid back
easily, and covered only half the head when he was
hard.
	"I'm done, guys," said Tim as he milked his penis and
stepped back from the sink. Tom took his place,
pouring water over the front end of his penis. He held
the foreskin back as far as he could, enough to form a
dime-sized opening at the end.
	"The hot water's working on me, even though the
head's mostly covered," Tom remarked. "It feels good
where it's touching the tip." His stream began,
following Al's and Tim's down the drain.
	"Now that he can uncover the opening, he doesn't
spray any more when he pees," Al said.
	"I used to have to sit down to pee all the time," Tom
answered. When I was a kid, the opening in my skin was
so tight that my skin would swell up like a balloon
every time I peed."
	"I sometimes pinch the end shut if I pee in the
shower," I said. That makes my foreskin balloon out
too."
	"Okay, I'm finished," Tom said. "Your turn," he said,
nodding at me. I skinned back to lock my hood behind
my rim and poured hot water over my bare glans, the
sensation hitting me like a powerful diuretic, and my
stream started with a thick gush. The nerve endings in
my helmet tingled at the hot water ran over them, and
my stream tickled inside as it coursed towards the end
of my prick. When I was finished, I milked my prick
and pulled my foreskin fully forward to form a nipple
beyond the glans. We returned to the bedroom, where I
sat next to Tim because I knew he was fascinated by my
foreskin.
	Tim reached for my penis as I sat on the bed next to
him, twisting the long nipple of foreskin protruding
beyond my glans, and I began to feel my penis
swelling.
	"I just love playing with your skin," he said. "It's
so long, as long as Tom's, and it slides so easily."
His fingers began easing my hood back over the head,
baring my puffed up slit. "Your slit gets all pouty
when you get hard," he continued. "Now it looks like a
teardrop."  As he spoke I reached for Tom's hardness,
testing the skin for tightness.
	"Did my friend mail you the tubes?" I asked. I'd
arranged for a friend of mine who had had the same
tight foreskin problem to send him the tubes he'd used
to stretch the opening.
	"Yeah, I got them a few days after you said he'd do
it, and I started with the smallest one first. I
coated it with Vaseline and pushed it into my skin. I
held it in place with tape, and a few days later I
switched to a larger tube."
	"Then it's really working," I said. "It worked fine
for Fred, and it took only a couple of months to
stretch his foreskin so he could get it back."
	"It's been a little trouble to pee," Tom answered.
"Each time I have to take the tape off and put it back
on when I'm finished. With the first tube, I had to
take it out first because it was too narrow to pee.
This one's okay, though. The stream goes right through
without spraying."
	"I can see your opening's stretched, though," I said
as I drew his foreskin back gently to bare his slit.
The orifice was about the diameter of a dime, and
showed some of the red glans around his meatus.
	"Right, Jack, it's looser now. I'm using a ½" tube
and in a few days I'll use a ¾" one." He winced as I
touched my fingertip to the end of his glans. "My
tip's very sensitive, Jack. That almost hurt."
	"That sensitivity will fade as you get older," I
said. "I know mine and Al's were super-sensitive when
we were younger, but now our tips aren't as tender
anymore. You'll be glad your tip's sensitive when you
get older."
	"I've got a buddy, Joe, he's about 55," Al
contributed. "He was cut when he was born, and his
tip's not very sensitive now. He has trouble getting'
it up."
	"Some cut guys are like that," I said. "They get
impotent earlier than natural guys because they lose a
lot of sensitivity. Even if they can get it up, they
have trouble coming later in life."
	"I hope that doesn't happen to me," Tim said. "I
heard of stretching the skin to cover the head. A
friend told me there are some sites on the Internet
that have directions on how to do it to stretch the
skin."
	"I've seen a couple of those sites," Al said.
"Stretching works to stretch the skin both for cut
guys and guys like me."
	"What do you need to stretch for, Al?" Tim asked.
"You weren't cut."
	"Uncut guys sometimes stretch too, if nature didn't
give them as much skin as they'd like. I'd like to
have as much skin as Jack and Tom, enough to cover the
head all they way even when I get hard." Tom grasped
Al's foreskin as he was speaking and stretched it out
to cover the head completely.
	"That's what you'd like, isn't it?" he asked as he
held Al's foreskin over the turgid mushroom.
	"Yeah, like that, and maybe a little more," Al
replied. "Then maybe I could dock Tim's cock."
	"Can you try to dock me this time?" Tim asked me.
"You've got enough skin, and it's not tight like
Tom's."
	"We can try," I said as I rolled over so that we were
facing each other. Tim adjusted his position so that
the tip of his prick touched mine.
	"That's nice, two cocks kissing," Tom observed as my
glans slid smoothly against Tim's. Tim grasped my
foreskin and tried to bring it forward to cover his
bare glans. It slid halfway along his bulky mushroom,
and then stopped.
	"I don't want to pull any harder because it might
hurt," Tim said to me. "Does that feel comfortable for
you?"
	"That's fine, but it would hurt if you pulled any
harder. My foreskin stretched only so far."
	"Oh, I was hoping so much that you'd dock me this
time," he said with a note of disappointment.
	"Maybe I can," I replied. "Docking's been over-rated.
Most uncut guys haven't got enough foreskin to dock
another guy, especially if the other guy's got as big
a head as yours is."
	"I think Tom could dock me if his skin wasn't so
tight," Tim said.
	"Maybe I can still do it," I said. "The problem is my
helmet's swollen now, and that doesn't leave much room
for your mushroom inside there. If my prick were soft
I could probably take you."
	"Then we have to get it soft," Tim replied with
perfect logic as he scooted down so that his lips were
inches from my prick. I felt his tongue probing inside
my foreskin, tickling my slit, working in circles
under the long hood. I lay down on my back to give him
full access as he cupped my balls. His other hand
stabilized my prick as his lips closed around my
foreskin.
	"Tim knows how to give a super blow job to an uncut
cock," Al laughed. "He sure had enough practice doing
Tom and me." Tim paused and removed his mouth to
speak:
	"I just love that smell and taste. Your cock's even
tastier than my brothers' cocks." Now he engulfed my
prick again, pushing my foreskin back with his lips as
his tongue swirled around my helmet. Tim probed the
deep groove behind my rim, teasing the nerve endings
that rarely saw the light of day. I felt my excitement
building under his relentless stimulation.
	"Let me hold him'" Al said as he pushed his brother's
hand away from my hard shaft and closed his fingers
around it tightly. "I want to feel how hard he gets
while you're sucking him."	"I'll feel him when he
starts to shoot," Tom said as he slipped his hand
under Tim's, which was still cupping my balls, and
pressed his fingertips into the tender flesh behind
them.
	"He won't last long," said Al. "Look at how his veins
are already standing out on his cock." His fingers
squeezed tighter, compressing my veins and increasing
the swelling in my prick. Meanwhile, Tim's lips were
working on my corona, compressing the nerve endings
lightly as they added friction to my rim.
	"I'm gettin' that tickle in the rim," I said. "I
don't think I'll be able to hold off much longer."
	"Just try to relax, Jack," Tom said. "The longer you
can relax, the hotter you'll be when you cream."
	"We won't let you relax," laughed Al as he squeezed
my shaft even harder. "I bet Tim can feel your big
helmet swelling even now." Tim moaned affirmatively as
he continued to work avidly on my prick. Now Al began
stroking my skin up and down, bumping against Tim's
lips, and the tickle in my glans intensified,
spreading all over the head, and I felt my eyes
closing.
	"My tip's hot, very hot," I whispered as the
sensations mounted. Tim's lips were now moving up and
down on my swollen helmet, keeping time with Al's
strokes on my foreskin. The tickle changed to a hot
tingle, and I knew I was on the brink. I felt Tim's
fingers shift their grip, stretching my tight scrotum.
	Suddenly I felt the gentle scrape of Tim's teeth on
the overheated nerve endings of my helmet, and my legs
began trembling. I was sliding inexorably over the
edge.
	"He's gonna cream now," Al said. "His shaft's real
hard. Look at his stomach muscles." His voice was l
ost to me as my awareness of the outside world faded
and the hot sensations in my prick dominated my
consciousness.
	My world exploded as the hot sparks of sensation in
my glans shot down my shaft to the root, and a hard
contraction expelled the first jet into my urethra.
The hot fluid burned its way up my shaft to explode
into Tim's mouth as I cried out loudly and helplessly.
The joyful agony overwhelmed me as my prick throbbed
with the pulses of my orgasm, and I felt myself
shooting again, the hot lava rushing up to my
tingling, throbbing tip, blowing through my slit as
Tim's teeth scraped me again.
	My hips bucked as my cock-root contracted again,
sending another hot jet hurtling up my shaft. I felt
the burning fluid round the curve in my urethra with a
sharp tickling feeling as it gushed through my helmet
to pour into Tim's eager mouth. I cried out again
between grunts as the hot sensations filled my body,
and I was floating in the free-fall of my orgasm,
mindless of time and space, wracked with sensations,
conscious only of the intensity of my climax.
	Another jet seared its way up my tube, and I felt my
helmet throb hard as the gush of fluid pushed through
it, slamming the lips of my slit open as it erupted.
The next few jets were rapidly weakening, although the
tickling sensations were still intense, and finally
they slowed to a steady dribble as I came down off the
high of my orgasm. I hadn't been aware of it, but now
I realized that my tip had become super-sensitive, and
I cried out again. Tim immediately removed his mouth.
	"We all got caught up in it," he said. "His tip's
really hot, and it must be very sensitive." I heard
his words clearly, despite the daze that inevitably
follows orgasm.
	"I'll bet it is," said Al as he stopped pumping my
foreskin, just holding my shaft lightly to keep it
pointing at the ceiling. "Get a mouthful, Tim?" he
asked.
	"He shot right back into my tonsils," said Tim. "I
almost drowned in his cream. Man, it tastes good, and
I love that chlorine odor."
	"His tip's still pretty dark and swollen," added Tom.
"I felt every pulse down there. Each time he shot, I
felt it in my fingertips."
	"His helmet was really throbbing against my tongue,"
Tim said. "He's quite a mouthful."
	"Now that helmet's gonna shrink," said Al. "Now there
just might be enough room inside his skin for you." I
opened my eyes, eager to get on with docking Tim, and
I shook off the effects of the daze quickly.
	"Now I'll dock you," I said as I shifted position so
that my prick was opposite Tim's erection. My foreskin
was still back, locked behind my rim, and I moved my
hips so that the front dome of my glans kissed Tim's
bare head.
	"My prick's shrinking," I added as I grasped my
foreskin and slid it forward to cover my waning
helmet. "I think I can fit you in now." Tim's hot hard
glans slid against mine, lubricated by his copious
seepage and the residue of my ejaculation that was
still drooling from my slit. Now I had half his glans
covered, and he pushed his hips forward, eager to feel
my foreskin engulf his swollen mushroom. Now my
foreskin locked behind his rim, held firmly in place
with my fingers.
	"There, I've got it," I said as I pushed my long
thick foreskin up to cover his rim. I felt his
hardness inside my foreskin as he began to thrust
lightly, trying to push his swollen head deeper into
me. His hips bucked harder as he became caught up in
his excitement.
	"He's gonna blow any second," observed Al. "Tim's so
hot from doing you that now that he feels your skin
around his head he won't be able to hold back at all."
Tim's face was red and only inches from mine, and I
felt his labored breath against my cheek. His legs
began to tremble as he thrust. His eyes closed, and I
felt his rock-hard glans begin to throb. My fist was
tight around my foreskin, holding his glans inside it,
and I felt the pulses in my fingers as Tim began to
discharge. He cried out in helpless joy as his first
jet exploded inside me. The hot fluid shot deep into
my foreskin, swirling around its contours, bathing me
in its heat as Tim's tip continued to hammer against
mine.
	The sheer force of his orgasm surprised me, because
his prick throbbed again and another long jet flooded
my foreskin, filling the groove behind my rim. I was
barely over my orgasm, and now I was feeling the
searing heat of his as his swollen mushroom gushed
again, sending another jet that distended my foreskin
as much as when I held the tip shut while peeing in
the shower. Al pushed a folded towel under our joined
pricks as Tim continued to grunt and groan in sheer
joy.
	"His juice is leaking from your skin," Tom said. "He
came real fast."
	"He was really excited," Al said. "First he sucked
Jack's cock, and now he's got his tip inside Jack's
skin." Tim's prick continued to gush inside my
distended foreskin, and I let go to allow our pricks
to separate. As soon as Tim's swollen glans was clear
of my hood, I closed my fingers around it and began
the rapid twisting motion I knew would intensify and
prolong his orgasm.
	"His tip's not as sensitive as ours," I explained. "I
can use direct hand action and it won't bother him." I
felt Tim's hot hard mushroom hammering against my
fingers as I spoke, and knew he wasn't finished
coming.
	"That's the main thing he doesn't like about being
circumcised," Al said. "He says he doesn't get as much
out of sex as us natural guys, and I don't blame him.
He's always slower to come." Tim's dark purple tip
spit several jets of cream against my stomach, and Al
wiped them with a corner of the towel. Tim's eyes were
still closed, and his howls of agonized ecstasy filled
the room.
	"I can feel him tapering off now," I said as Tim's
big glans throbbed less intensely against my fingers
and tip. His cries were softer as well, and I knew it
would soon be over for him.
	"I think that's it," I said as Tim's mushroom became
still between my encircling fingers, and his jets
turned into a white drool that still oozed from his
long slit. I stopped stroking him, and we waited for
him to recover. After a couple of minutes he opened
his eyes and said:
	"Wow! That was hot! That was intense! Docking with
you was such a turn-on that I blew my load right
away." His breathing was back to normal and the color
had left his face. I noticed that both Al's and Tom's
pricks were leaking clear fluid profusely, Al's
dripping from the end of his glans onto the sheet and
Tim's juice seeping from the end of his tight
foreskin.
	"Now we have to take care of your brothers," I told
Tim. "You want to do Al while I work on Tom?"
	"Okay, Jack, I'm really familiar with Al's cock. I've
done him a lot of times, and I know what he likes." We
got up to let them lie side by side on the bed, and I
sat next to Tom while Tim sat next to Al. He began
stroking his brother's hard prick with a practiced
stroke, urgently sliding the foreskin up and down the
distended bulb.
	"I'm going to do you differently from last time,
Tom," I said. "Last time I twisted your hood, but that
was when it was really tight. Now the opening's
relaxed a little, and I think I can get my little
finger in there to stroke your tip directly."
	"My tip's real sensitive," he said. "I might not be
able to stand it." I grasped Tom's prick with my left
hand to hold it upright and steady it, while I
stretched the foreskin back as far as I could without
hurting him.
	`Just relax, Tom. Here's what I'm going to do. I'm
holding your prick right now with the skin stretched
back, with just enough tension to stretch the nerve
endings and make it feel good. The opening's wide
enough to stick my little finger in, and I'm going to
do that now. Just relax and let things happen
naturally." I touched the tip of his glans with my
little finger, tracing small circles around the slit,
and feeling Tom shudder in response. His tip throbbed
with excitement as my little finger circled the blunt
front end of his mushroom.
	"That's hot, but I think my cock-tip's still too
sensitive," he moaned.
	"That's okay, just let me do it, and try to relax." I
pushed my fingertip in farther, caressing the broad
upper surface of his big hard mushroom, and hearing
him gasp at the intensity of the sensations. As my
fingertip caressed his super-sensitive nerve endings I
heard his gasps change to a steady "Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah." His
eyes were already closing, and I knew he was
withdrawing into himself, totally absorbed by the
sensations.
	"I'm surprised you could get your finger inside," Al
said. His skin's so tight, and that big head's really
stretching it."
"He's leaking so much lube that it made my finger
slide in easier than I'd thought," I replied.
"His tip's so sensitive that I thought he'd jump up to
the ceiling when you stuck your finger in," said Tim.
"I think the heavy coat of lube's softening the
sensations for him," I said. "I'm sure he'd feel it
more if his tip was dry. Then it would be irritating,
not erotic."
	"Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah," Tom went, as I probed for the rim
of his cock-head. My finger was stretching the tight
hood, adding to his sensations, and his body became
very tense.
	"I know you can't help it because it's so intense,
but if you can relax your muscles it'll last longer."
I worked my finger down under his glans as I spoke, to
caress his thick gee-string, the hot spot that might
make him come within seconds. Tim was still stroking
Al, but both had been watching me work on Tom. Al
reached over to clasp Tom's hand in his, vicarious
sharing the moment.
	I found the triangular groove under Tom's mushroom
head and felt the thick gee-string that was his hot
spot. I strummed it side to side several times,
quickly, to flood Tom with sensations, and now his
entire body stiffened as he felt the orgasm rushing in
on him. His cries became louder, and I knew his mind
was on "HOLD" because his awareness of the world
outside had faded completely.
	Tom's shaft throbbed hard against my fist, and his
glans hammered against my little finger that was
triggering his orgasm. A flood of white cream shot
through the opening in his foreskin, shooting two feet
into the air before falling back on my hands, his
prick, and his stomach. He howled in agonized joy as
the sensations wracked his body, and I felt another
powerful throb fill his straining prick as a second
powerful jet slammed through the lips of his slit to
arc into the air.
	Al and Tim stared, fascinated, at their brother's
wild climax, riveted by the quick succession of jets
spewing from the end of his prick. I knew that any
second Tom would become super-sensitized, and I
removed my little finger from his foreskin, but still
held his foreskin back to keep tension on its many
nerve endings. We saw thw front dome of Tom's
mushroom, hard and darker purple as it continued to
squirt. Tom's prick throbbed again, and another gush
poured from his slit, but with less force than before.
He gushed again before his ejaculations changed to a
steady drool that filled his foreskin and dribbled
over the edge of the fleshy ring onto my fingers.
	Tom stayed flat on the bed a long time, eyes still
closed, as his breathing returned to normal and his
body sank into the daze that follows orgasm. His penis
lost its hardness, and as it softened I saw that his
foreskin, which I was still holding back, slid to
expose the front half of his mushroom. His slit still
oozed liquid, but now it was the clear fluid devoid of
sperm that was the residue of his orgasm.
	Al's breathing became heavier now, as his excitement
mounted, stimulated by the sight of his brother's
massive climax. Tim's fist flew over his straining
prick, stretching the foreskin back to expose the deep
groove behind the head and then bringing it up to
engulf it almost completely.
	"His tip's turned dark purple," I commented to Tim.
	"Yeah, I can feel his shaft's nice and hard too. The
tip's swollen like he's ready to come." Tim stroked
harder as he spoke, and I knew Al's ejaculations were
only seconds away. His eyes closed and his body tensed
on the bed, caught up in the rush of sensations.
Experienced masturbator that he was, he still couldn't
resist the flood of sensations Tim was pouring into
his turgid prick, and his tip steadily seeped
lubricant to ease the sliding of his foreskin. The
overflow spilled onto Tim's encircling fingers, and he
lost his grip on the foreskin, which slid back to bare
the swollen mushroom.
	The contact of Tim's fingers on his bare glans
triggered Al's orgasm, and he howled loudly as his
first jet flew into the air. His left hand, still
clasping Tom's, almost crushed it as his entire body
tightened up.
	"He's coming hard," Tim cried out as another hot jet
spewed from his brother's straining tip. Al's hips
bucked and a second later he shot again, crying
helplessly at the fury of the orgasm that wracked his
body. Tom's eyes opened at this point and he watched
his brother shooting his sperm as he'd done a couple
of minutes before. Tim's fist twisted around the hard,
throbbing glans, bringing forth another torrent of
sperm and making Al howl again.
	"TOO MUCH!" Al screamed, and Tim stopped stroking
him, now holding him only by the shaft and keeping his
fingers clear of the super-sensitive tip. Al's face
was red and twisted in the hot agony of orgasm, and
his breathing was labored between his cries of joy. We
all watched Al's climax dwindle, a few weak jets
barely spurting from the swollen tip, before the
ejaculations changed to a steady dribble of clear
juice.
	Many minutes later, when we'd all recovered, Al was
the first to speak:
	"We'd better change the sheets. They're all covered
with cream. Maybe we could all use a shower too." We
got up and Al got a couple of bed sheets from the
closet. We quickly stripped the sodden sheet off the
bed and with four of us working, the new bedding was
in place within a minute.
	"Can we all fit in that shower?" Tim asked as we
trooped into the bathroom. Al's answer was to wave us
into the bathtub, and then he slid the doors closed.
It was a tight fit, and we stood tightly against each
other as Al adjusted the water. We faced inward, and
the water sprayed against the front of our bodies,
rinsing the sweat and secretions of sex from us.
	"Hey! My skin's halfway back!" Tom exclaimed when he
looked down. "I felt the hot water on my tip, and I
never felt that before."
	"It stretched a little while you were coming," I
answered. I saw a steady yellow stream flowing from
Tom's prick as his sphincter relaxed from the hot
water. Tim joined him a moment later, his tip already
exposed to the hot spray.
	Al's foreskin had stayed back behind his rim, and
soon the hot water made him pee reflexively as well.
My foreskin was still forward from having docked Tim,
and now I pulled it back to rinse Tim's cream off my
helmet. The hot water had its effect, and a couple of
seconds later I watched my thick yellow stream join
the others swirling around the drain.
	I suddenly felt Tim's fingers around my prick,
pulling my foreskin down to cover the head and then
pinching the end. My foreskin immediately ballooned
from the urine, and then Tim let go to allow my flow
to drain.
	"Your skin swelled so much I couldn't see the shape
of the head anymore," he said. "Your skin's really
stretchy."
	"Tom's skin also stretched a bit today," I pointed
out to him. "Maybe it's the gradual stretching he's
been doing with the tubes, and maybe today, when his
mushroom head swelled that might have helped a little
too."
	"I think it did," said Tom as he soaped himself. "My
head was so hard and swollen I thought it was gonna
burst."
	"I felt how hard it was," I said. "Hard and smooth,
like a marble."
	"I could see the shape of it through the skin," said
Al. "That looked so hot and sexy."
	"I felt the shape of your head in my mouth," Tim said
to me. "I really like that helmet shape. That flaring
rim looks so sexy. I can see it through your skin even
when you're soft."
	We soaped ourselves, rinsed our bodies under the hot
spray, and then Al turned off the water and we got out
of the cramped shower.
	"I don't know about you guys," Tom said, "but after
that I'm ready for a nap."
	"Me, too," echoed Tim. "That hot come really drained
me."
	"You can say that again," added Al. "This morning
really took the starch out of me." We went into the
bedroom and curled up against each other for a deep
and restful sleep.

End Of Part 4