Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2006 14:41:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jacksantoro1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beginning with Paul, Part 6, Beginnings, 6/?

                          Beginning with Paul, Part 6

                           By Jacksantoro1@yahoo.com

Author's note: How do you feel reading this story? Do you imagine
yourself as Mike, being docked, or as Jack, the one doing the docking?
Perhaps you imagine yourself as Paul, the man with the ringside seat,
watching as two hot guys come to orgasm together, streams of sperm mixing
inside Jack's foreskin.

Now on to the story:

       Jimmy's message sounded a warning bell in my mind. Paul had just
informed me of Jimmy's conscienceless opportunism, and his readiness to
drop friends who were no longer useful to him. I could only wonder what
Jimmy wanted from me. After a moment's reflection, I decided not to
return his call. I had enough work to do that day, anyway. I phoned Paul
and told him of the call, so that he'd know what Jimmy's machinations
were.
       A couple of evenings later, I was again at Paul's house. Paul had
told me that again it would be a three-some, but with someone else than
Jimmy. He said that Mike was a straight arrow.
       I arrived at seven, bearing a large pizza and a six-pack of
imported beer. As Paul let me in I saw that he and Mike had already
gotten naked, and I put the pizza and beer down in the kitchen before
removing my clothes. Paul and Mike were watching me strip, but Mike
seemed the more interested, as he'd never seen me before, dressed or
naked.
       "I told Mike you were uncut," Paul said as I took off my boxers.
"Now he can see for himself." Mike's eyes were fixed on my crotch as I
looked at his. Mike was somewhat shorter than Paul and me, with brown
hair and eyes, a muscular build, and a small circumcised penis almost
buried in a thick brown pubic bush. Paul sat at the table and Mike and I
did the same.
       "I haven't seen many like yours," Mike said between bites of
pizza. As he was in our age bracket, early 30s, I wasn't surprised. Few
American males of this generation had escaped the blade. I fully
understood his interest.
       "Don't be afraid to touch," I said to him. "Just don't get
any pizza sauce on it." As he was holding his slice in his right hand
and sat on my right, he reached down into my lap with his left, gently
grasping the end of my long droopy foreskin.
       "Man, you've got a lot of skin," He observed. "You've got
enough for both of us." He continued, unconscious of the irony that Paul
immediately pointed out to him:
       "That's right, Mike. Jack can dock you the way he docked me. You
know what docking is, don't you?" Mike looked surprised but hastily
nodded yes. I saw that his prick had begun swelling with his excitement.
       "I heard of docking but I've never been docked," Mike said in a
low voice. "I've seen pictures of how it's done on the Internet, but
never imagined that I'd actually get docked. There are so few uncut
guys." He took a long drink of beer.
       "I think we're going to have a really interesting time this
evening," Paul said as he finished his last slice. I easily guessed what
he had in mind.
       We finished eating and cleared the table, putting the empty pizza
box and the bottles in the trash before going into Paul's bedroom. By
this time we were all half-hard with anticipation, and our pricks swung
from side to side ahead of us as we walked.
       "Man, both of you have really big tips," Mike remarked as he
watched us walking. "Difference is, yours is covered with skin, lots of
skin," he said to me. He ran a finger along the top of my prick, from
the base and over the bulge of my rim, and then down the taper of my
helmet to the floppy nipple, which completed my erection.
       "Go ahead, skin it back if you want to see my tip," I urged him.
Again he grasped my prick, but this time behind the corona, and he began
sliding my long hood back, watching in fascination as the nipple enlarged
as it slid over the contours of my swollen glans. His touch had made me
fully hard, and the thick fleshy hood stretched tightly as it rode over
my corona and snapped down into the deep groove behind it. Paul came to
stand next to me to let Mike compare. Both our helmets stood out boldly
at the end of our shafts, blind eyes staring at Mike.
       "Those are nice big tips. The rims really flare out, not like
mine. I like them both, but I like the way Jack's smells," he declared.
"I like everything about uncut cocks." Mike now had a full erection and
I saw that his penis was about five inches at most, with a small
acorn-like head that was not quite as wide as the shaft. Docking him
would be no problem at all.
       Mike also had a two-toned shaft. The tissue ahead of the jagged
circumcision scar was light pink, and the skin behind it was olive
colored. I grasped his glans and gave it a few gentle squeezes to further
excite him, as I knew this would make the root of his prick throb
reflexively.
       "You guys get into position," Paul said, "while I get the
Astroglide."
       "No Albolene?" Mike asked. I surmised that he, like most cut
guys, used Albolene because of its non-drying properties.
       "Don't need it," I said. "Anyway, Astro washes off easily
after we're finished." I slipped my hood forward again to get ready to
dock Mike. I lay on my left side and Mike lay facing me. Paul squeezed a
few drops of Astro on Mike's small tip and I grasped the edges of my
foreskin, stretching the opening to receive Mike. He moved forward
slightly and his tip slipped easily into my long thick hood. A beatific
smile came over his face as the warm foreskin enveloped his glans and I
clamped it onto the shaft behind his jagged cut ring.
       "I'm going to sit here and watch you guys," Paul said as he
anointed his prick with Albolene and began stroking it lightly. "It
always gets me hot to watch guys docking." Mike began thrusting slightly
into my foreskin, and I felt his hard tip bump against the big front dome
of mine.
       "Just go at your own pace," I advised him. "There's lots of
room inside my hood and you can take long strokes if you want."
       "This is fine for now," he muttered, obviously enjoying the
action. Paul reached between Mike's legs with his free hand and cupped
his balls gently to add to his excitement. I was excited too, as the
sensation of another guy's hot tip inside my hood always brought me
pleasure because of the intimacy of the head-to-head contact. The extra
lubrication provided by the Astroglide ensured that Mike could slide
easily inside my foreskin, and the small size of his prick would enable
him to thrust past my big helmet right to the part where my foreskin
anchored to the shaft behind the head.
       "I really love this," breathed Mike as he thrust deeper into my
warm hood. His hot tip bumped against mine with every thrust, compressing
the nerve endings in my front dome.
       "You're going to shoot inside my foreskin," I told him.
"You'll feel your cream spurting out and your head's going to slide
right through it."
       "What about you?" he asked. "You're going to come with me,
aren't you?"
       "You bet your life I will, or close to you. When that happens
you'll feel my load shooting against your tip and going around it. Both
our loads are going to mix inside my foreskin." My words reminded Paul
to grab a folded towel from the night table and place it under our
pricks.
"What's the towel for?" Mike asked.
"That's to catch any leakage," Paul answered. "I think you're both
going to really drain yourselves, and that's a lot of come to hold
inside Jack's skin. Some of it's going to leak." Now Mike was
thrusting faster, in longer strokes that made his glans ride over the top
of mine. I felt the twin lobes of his glans as they slid over the broad
upper surface of mine with each stroke. I tightened my grip on my
foreskin, increasing the pressure on his thrusting prick.
"This feels wonderful," Mike whispered. "I never felt anything like
this in my life." His breathing was now more rapid and shallow as the
excitement took hold and his body responded automatically. His face was
flushed.
"Your prick feels really hard through the skin," I said. "I know
you're getting there."
"I take a long time to come," Mike whispered, "no matter how hot I
feel. My cut cock's not too sensitive."
"There's nothing wrong with that," I said. "The longer the build-up,
the harder you'll come. You'll be out of this world." Now his prick
was sliding the complete length of my glans, and I felt the twin lobes
under the head bumping my corona with each stroke.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned as I twisted my foreskin over his hard, thrusting
prick, providing the delicious sideways friction that stimulated his
corona. The friction of his thrusting prick inside my hood had created
heat, and this added to our excitement. Heat from friction always
heightened the sensations, whether from masturbation, docking, or other
sexual activity. The Astroglide, plus our natural lubrication, guarded
against friction burns.
I saw Paul string at us avidly, and I knew he was imagining himself in
Mike's place as he indeed had been some days before, thrusting his prick
inside my warm foreskin, anticipating the explosion of orgasm that would
send him reeling into blissful agony. Yet, he restrained himself,
stroking his penis at a slow, measured rate, waiting for us to finish so
that we could concentrate on giving him a shattering orgasm.
Mike's scrotum was tight against his body, as I saw when Paul removed
his hand and began caressing the insides of Mike's thighs.
"My dick's sliding right past your head," Mike said. "That feels so
good. I'm bottoming out inside your skin." He could still speak despite
his mindless excitement. I, too, was becoming very excited, anticipating
that soon Mike's prick  would explode mindlessly, explosively, inside my
enveloping foreskin.
       His prick was rock-hard, hot from the friction, and as it slid
wetly inside my thick fleshy hood and along my helmet the friction broke
down any resistance I might have had. I'd thought that by remaining
relaxed I could hold off my orgasm until I was sure his was established,
but I felt the swelling up deep inside me, even as Mike had begun gasping
helplessly.
       Mike grunted loudly and I felt his prick throb hard against mine
on the back-stroke as he released the first hard jet against my helmet.
The hot liquid poured over my front dome, almost searing it with its
heat, triggering my orgasm. The root of my prick surged as I cried out
helplessly and I felt the first gush of hot lava rushing up my tube. My
first stream shot against the underside of his prick as he thrust into me
again, and now I felt another hot hard jet from him shoot right into the
groove behind my rim, filling it as it swirled around my corona.
       My prick-root throbbed again, and my second torrent poured out
against his straining tip as it was directly in front of mine. Mike cried
out as the hot stream washed over his glans and then he shuddered hard,
releasing another geyser that poured over my hot swollen helmet. My eyes
had closed with the first spasm, and I only felt his prick pouring its
juice into my distending foreskin.
       Mike gasped hard and thrust again, sending his small but throbbing
tip deep into my foreskin, gushing sperm as it slid along the broad upper
surface of my glans. I felt myself tightening up as another hot spasm
shook me, and I cried out again as the lava-like jet shot up my urethra
to erupt onto his shaft.
       Now he pulled back and I tightened my grip, preventing his glans
from sliding up over mine as he thrust again, as I wanted to feel his hot
hard head hammer into the front dome of mine, compressing the nerve
endings. Mike's tip bumped hard into mine as he released another torrent
that collided with mine as the lips of our slits kissed inside my
foreskin.
       I don't know how many more spasms shook me, but they were weaker
now as my orgasm wound down. So did his, and we came to a shuddering
stop, pricks locked together in loving embrace, hearts beating as one,
and enraptured by total bliss. I gradually became aware of Paul's eyes
on us, and he seemed in a trance as he watched us fixedly, languidly
stroking his hard prick.
       I felt Mike pull his softening prick from my foreskin, releasing a
thick gush on top of the pool of cream that had previously leaked from
the end Mike's small tip was creamy white with a thick coating of sperm.
He reached for my prick and I said:
       "Don't touch it. Not yet. It's super-sensitive right now."
       "I just want to lick the juice from it," Mike explained.
       "You can do that in a couple of minutes when it's less
sensitive," I said.
       "That's what usually happens with uncut guys," Paul told him.
"They feel a lot more sensations, but when they come they can't touch
their cocks for a couple of minutes because of that extra sensitivity."
As Paul was speaking I rolled over and wrapped my fingers around his
well-lubricated shaft and helmet, pushing his fingers out of the way and
stroking him up and down. He sighed with delight and seemed to relax
further.
       "Just take it nice and easy, Paul," I coached him. "Now it's
your turn, and Mike and I are going to take good care of you." Mike had
by now wiped his prick and was waiting to suck the cream out of my
foreskin. I nodded and he grasped my prick and lowered his head. I felt
him insinuate his tongue into my hood, which was still gaping open from
having been stretched by both our swollen tips. He first worked around my
slit and then probed deeply, right to the back, working his tongue into
the deep groove behind my rim. I saw his Adam's Apple working as he
swallowed our mixed juices ardently.
       "I bet it tastes good," Paul said as Mike continued lapping and
sucking at my prick. Now Mike was drawing back, having cleaned the inside
of my hood thoroughly, and he held the nipple of my foreskin between his
lips, stretching it out gently, until he was satisfied that my thick
fleshy hood completely covered my precious helmet.
       Mike now turned his attention to Paul, reaching between his spread
thighs to tickle his scrotal hairs. Paul's sac, which had remained down
all through this, began contracting against his body under the new
stimulation. I kept administering the long, even strokes I knew Paul
enjoyed to bring him up the slope slowly and surely.
       "Lie back and just watch," I suggested. Paul backed up against
the headboard, propping a pillow behind his back, his eyes fixed on his
prick. My fist glided up and down evenly, and his big helmet glistened in
the soft room light.
       "His balls are very tight," Mike reported. He cupped them and
pressed his fingertips behind Paul's contracted sac. I knew that when
Paul started to shoot, Mike would feel the first pulse in his urethra.
Now Paul's breathing became more rapid and shallow as his excitement
mounted. I saw a large clear drop of natural lube part the lips of his
long slit, and I dipped my head to lick it off. It tasted salty and
slippery against my tongue, and I savored the flavor.
       Paul sighed deeply, and gripped my free hand, squeezing it
tightly. I enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, which was too intimate for
words. Mike continued to cup Paul's sac, and now began to lick at the
base of Paul's shaft. I knew it was time to bring Paul to a finish, and
I began the rapid twisting strokes around his helmet that would excite
the nerve endings in his flaring corona.
       "Your helmet's getting harder," I commented to Paul. "It's
getting darker too." The congestion in his glans was turning it a darker
purple, a sure sign of his impending orgasm. Paul began moaning and his
hips began gyrating as his body responded to the stimulation from my and
Mike. His legs began trembling, and I knew he was right on the edge.
       Several clear drops poured from his slit, mixing with the Albolene
and making his glans more slippery. Now his entire body tightened and I
prepared for the storm.
       Paul cried out helplessly as his hot hard helmet throbbed between
my tightly encircling fingers, and an instant later a thick gush shot up
from his slit. A strong chlorine odor hit my nostrils and I twisted my
fingers again around his throbbing tip. He yelped again as another
torrent of thick white cream spewed upward, arcing through the air to
land on his stomach.
       His hips bucked and another geyser shot into the air. Now he was
moaning loudly, gasping between moans, writhing on the mattress, lost in
the free-fall of orgasm. I was sublimely happy to give him his orgasm,
because I knew exactly what he was feeling, and he had done the same for
me previously. The three of us were engaged in a moment of masculine
intimacy that bonded us together.
       Paul's prick throbbed several more times before he was drained,
and then he became still, calmed by the afterglow. I kissed him on the
lips and then kissed Mike, with whom I'd shared orgasms minutes before.
We watched Paul slowly recover from his daze, and then we hugged him
between us.
       "Now Jack," Paul spoke. "I want you to understand that Mike is
a regular guy. Jimmy's good for hot sex, but you can't trust him. You
can trust Mike."
       "I'm glad of that, Paul. I'll have to be vary careful with
Jimmy, bit it's good to know I can be comfortable with Mike."
       "Jimmy's a slick operator," Mike said. "I work for city
government too, and I have some suspicions that Jimmy's been up to a few
sneaky things, some of them illegal. I don't want to say anymore until
the indictments come down, but he's going to take some people down with
him."
       "That's okay, Mike," I reassured him. "I'm off duty now, and
I wouldn't write the story anyway. I don't believe in trial by
newspaper."
       "I had a hunch you'd say something like that, Jack. Paul told me
you're a straight shooter too." We hugged each other more tightly.
       "You two might as well spend the night here," Paul suggested.
"This is a queen-size bed, so it won't be too crowded."
       "I'll vote for that," Mike said, and I nodded acquiescence. We
had a good night's sleep.

Continued in Part 7